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lovekz · 1 year

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french kiss (11)

syn -> rindou has a crush on his older brother’s best friend. and literally doesn’t know how to express his feelings. but when ran isn’t available and you come to him for advice, he has an idea.

beware of.. self-degrading, violence, depression, past suicidal thoughts

this chapter is going to be very heavy. if you are triggered towards these kind’s of topics, i do suggest skipping to towards the end.

it was the next day. izana had left after he spoke with rindou, saying something about visiting that little bastard with the surname sano.

rindou had gone to buy a few new things for his dj set, despite the heavy rain happening outside.

two individuals, however, decided going outside wasn’t on the to do list today.

the rain made perfect weather for ran and kakucho to stay in bed not to mention having some sweet morning sex.

ran laid on kakucho’s arm comfortably as he scrolled through the numerous apps on his phone.

“we should make breakfast.” kakucho suggested, peeling his eyes away from his phone and looking at ran.

ran looked at him with a confused look, before sighing dramatically and leaning into kakucho.

“why not just order? i wanna stay in bed until rin gets back.” ran mumbled, speaking into his jaw.

kakucho rolled his eyes and pulled ran on top of him, smiling at him softly and ignoring ran’s complaints of it being cold.

“nuh uh. i wanna cook for you.” kakucho said, squeezing his hips gently.

ran laid down and wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck, placing loving kisses along kakucho’s jawline.

“don’t gotta, yknow? could just stay with right here me.” ran hummed against his throat, looking up at him.

“yeah? why?” kakucho whispered, pulling him up properly and cupping his cheeks.

ran pretended to think, looking up at his lashes to be even more dramatic.

“i’m kinda hungry for something else.” ran cooed quietly, allowing kakucho to bring his face closer.

“excuse me?” a voice called out from the hallway, throwing the bedroom door open harshly.

ran grabbed kakucho’s hands and removed it from his face, sitting up with slight confusion.

the man that stood in the doorway was one that matched ran’s height, fiery violet eyes glaring into his own.

his father.

ran didn’t rush, only standing up and pulling a pair of sweats on. “kakucho. you should head out.” ran muttered, not taking his eyes off the man before him.

his father showing up was never a good sign.

rindou sighed as he looked at the pouring rain from inside of the store. it said it would stop around 11:30 and not begin again until 2.

it was currently 12:31 in the afternoon.

he couldn’t stay out in weather like this anymore. if he did, he would probably get sick.

rindou’s phone buzzed and he looked down at it, hoping it was the weather app to say rain was stopping soon.

but it wasn’t. the notification read ‘aniki -_-’ in bold letters.

[12:32pm] aniki -_- : don’t come home.

rindou scoffed at the message and tucked his phone into his pocket, pulling his hood over his head before beginning to head out of the rain.

he hadn’t known if ran was still mad at him for trying to fight izana, eating his wings that were in the fridge, or he was doing a deep clean.

or well, kakucho was doing a deep clean. ran wouldn’t even try.

rindou put his brand new things for his dj set into the passenger seat and began to drive off.

“sorry ran, but it’s either rain or the flu.” rindou muttered, fixing his glasses and squinting.

he had to try and see through the rain in order to avoid getting into a serious car accident.

when rindou made it back home, he booked it into the house with his things in the shop’s bag.

he heard a few things stumble upstairs, before it’d gotten silent.

“rindou? is that you?” ran called out, more than likely muffled because of the door he was behind.

“yeah.” rindou called out, making his way upstairs after taking his soaked hood and shoes off.

before he can make it up the stairs, a door slammed and locked. rindou raised his eyebrow and placed his bag on the step.

“g-go out rindou! do something with your life!” ran yelled out in a panic, more shuffling happen behind the door.

rindou acknowledged the door as the bathroom door. the one aside from their own bathrooms.

“you got the stomach virus again?” rindou teased, continuing to make his way upstairs with his things.

why was ran in that bathroom? the only time that bathroom had been used was if one of them was hurt.

realization and curiosity struck rindou almost immediately.

did ran get hurt while he was gone?

rindou dropped his things near his door and walked over to the bathroom, tugging on the door knob.

it was locked, still no response from ran either.

rindou pulled out a bobby pin holding a strand of hair up and used it to pick the lock as silently as possible.

when it clicked, he tossed the door open and seen ran sitting on the floor. his head was hidden by his lap.

“oh my- go away rindou! fuck!” ran yelled out, sniffling harshly, and holding his hands over his head.

how bad was he hurt?

rindou rushed over to him with worry, forcing his brother to face him.

when he was able to face him, rindou had finally noticed all the missing inches from his hair.

“..ran.” rindou whispered, looking around the messy bathroom.

scissors stood out on the floor, messy chunks of hair scattered around on the tiled floor as well.

“does- does it look good? do i look uglier than i did?” ran whimpered, bottom lip wobbling as though he were a child once more.

one look in ran’s eyes and suddenly, rindou was 12 again.

he was a twelve year old chasing after his elder brother, who was diagnosed with severe depression.

in the middle of dinner that night ran had revealed to his family that he had romantic feelings for the same gender.

that also ended up being the night that he told his twelve year old little brother that he was going to ‘touch base with the stars’ soon.

when twelve year old rindou realized what that had meant, he chased him down the block barefoot, screaming to the top of his lungs.

“aniki please! don’t do this!” young rindou had sobbed, feet stinging and chest heaving.

ran had always been the fastest, and rindouhad asthma, but that never slowed him down. his brother was trying to leave him.

his only brother.

“go home and leave me alone rindou!” younger ran yelled out, turning into the alleyway.

rindou still chased after him, his feet beginning to throb with every step he took.

by now, rindou was in tears and he couldn’t see straight, leaving him to collapse on his knees and let out a loud wail for his aniki.

the boy prayed loudly, begging whatever god was out there to not take his brother away from him.

apologizing for all the times he’d snitched when they were younger. apologizing for ruining his homework. apologizing for making a mess and blaming it on him.

but most importantly.

apologizing for being the worst little brother he could be in this shitty family.

ran paused in his steps and turned back to his brother, gathering him in his arms and sobbing with him.

ran had took him home and stayed the entire night. rindou wouldn’t stop sobbing and wouldn’t leave his brother alone.

not even to use the bathroom or take a shower to freshen up.

not even when his father demanded he stopped and even raised a hand to him.

rindou hadn’t known this at the time, but he was what kept ran alive and pushing forward all these years.

but seeing him like this, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

rindou didn’t know what happened while he was gone, but he was gonna try to find out.

and he was painfully aware he couldn’t do it alone.

you sat on the counter looking at ran with a pitied smile, placing the hair scissors down onto the counter.

“do you like it?” you asked softly, showing him the hand mirror you brought over with you in a rush.

ran looked at himself, wiping his eyes and sniffling. “i look horrible.” ran muttered, pushing the mirror away.

no one knew if he was talking about the amount of hair he had on his head, or the state his face was in now.

you frowned, turning to rindou for a bit of advice. rindou didn’t even know how to respond to that.

“no you don’t. the prettiest boy i’ve seen.” you said to him, softly carding your hand through his now short hair.

ran sniffled again, pulling away and looking at rindou with an unreadable expression.

he had let the two of you know what happened and why he looked so ‘horrible’.

their father had caught ran and kakucho in bed together, and it got a bit physical.

the father got really angry and ended up cutting ran’s hair in the middle of the fight while cursing at him.

letting him know that he was no longer apart of the family and he was going to die sooner or later.

rindou fixed his posture and walked over to his brother, wrapping his arm around him and turning to the bigger mirror.

“you look great.” rindou complimented quickly, looking up at him.

ran looked at himself in the mirror with a sorry expression. he looked empty.

“long hair or not. gay or straight. you are always my brother. always apart of the haitani brothers.” rindou spoke, letting him go.

“i’m proud to call you my aniki.” rindou chuckled, nudging him playfully.

that brought even a hint of a smile to ran’s face, nudging him back.

rindou looked up at ran, and then over to you who was still sitting on the counter. you were watching the two interact with a smile.

ran turned around and looked at you, before pulling you into a tight embrace.

“thank you.” ran muttered into your neck, not wanting to make eye contact with you even a little bit.

rindou could understand why he felt embarrassed.

especially when it came to you.

“i told you. even if we’re not on speaking terms. i’m here for you.” you whispered, hugging him back just as tight.

ran nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale of the perfume you were currently wearing, along with the smell of rain.

ran got you that perfume on one of your unnecessary shopping sprees.

“fuck I love you two. so much.” ran sighed, pulling you and rindou into a bone crushing hug.

he was still wearing that bittersweet smile.

something was on ran haitani’s mind, and rindou feared of what it was.

after everything calmed down, you had stayed the night and got a change of clothes as the weather got worse and worse.

it was 2:37 in the morning when you’d finally fallen asleep in Ran’s bed.

the owner of the comfy mattress, however, couldn’t find it in him to rest.

so he got up and made his way to his younger brother’s room.

thankfully, rindou was up playing some video game shion had lent him last time he was at the house.

“hey.” ran called from the crack of the door, before walking in.

rindou jerked his chin up as a greeting, eyes not leaving the game.

ran took a seat on rindou’s bed, laying back and sighing quietly.

“can we talk?” ran asked, tossing a hand over his eyes.

“if it’s about the old man, ion wanna talk about it.” rindou replied, chewing on a vanilla wafer.

it was a common topic.

the father of the haitani brothers would fuck over the eldest and leave him upset.

in return, ran would go on a hideous rant about what he needs to do.

it’s all forgotten by the next day though, so rindou didn’t pay too much attention to it.

but the next words that left ran’s mouth scared rindou entirely.

“I think it’s time we finally get out of here.”

(yall we almost at the end!)

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #ran haitani #rindou haitani #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers ran #tokyo revengers rindou #long hair ran #haitani rindou #rindou x you #tr rindou #rindou haitani x reader #ansgt #angst #SENSITIVE TOPICS!

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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year

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Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 15 Intuition

Spoilers below (And we are finally all caught up so the episodes can be watched in order from 1 to 20th

-Glaciator again?

-DID HE GET BEAT BY A GIANT BELL AND FIRE CRACKERS?

-Wait is this Elation?

-Oh he is using the snake to guide his akuma. That is clever. But with that ability he should be able to win

-WAIT the lucky charm changed! OH SNAP! THE lucky charm changes to be exactly what is needed for the situation. So even with the snake miraculous... IT GETS HARD COUNTERED BY THE LADYBUG!

-I WAS RIGHT! IT IS ELATION! ... Why would he choose the ice cream man of ALL People though. Granted I love Elation so I wont complain

-So Gabriel realizes that the snake wont work against Lucky charm.

-So I really like how it is show all the OTHER ways the akuma got beaten. Implying that Gabriel was using the snake to advise his akuma in the most optimal way.

-So if it isnt lucky charm that stops him, its Chat noir's unpredicatability. Or... BAD LUCK

-So it confirmed that the user doesnt get rewinded by the time shift. MEANING. When Adrien used the rewind 25,913 times. Which means Adrien spent at most 3 months time doing that. So Adrien is 3 months older than he should be

-Gabriel has a weird ass heartbeat from cataclysm. So he has accelerated his death basically. AWESOME.

-Damn so Gabriel has only a few weeks left at most and Nathalie isnt fairing much better. Nathalie is telling him they need to think of a way that Adrien wont be left on his own when they die.

-For once, I almost pity him. Mainly cause Nathalie is there to make him TRY and change.

-Marinette is so adorkable.

-Gabriel is litterally dying right behind adrien and the boy is to engrossed by his cute girl friend to notice. Maybe he really is Gabriel's son XD

-It took him falling for him to actually hang up. I know I should feel bad... BUT its gabriel.

-Gabriel using the miraculous like a junkie.

-He is using the snake to talk with Tomoe to convince her. TRUELY he is sacrificing everything

-SHE CAN HEAR HIS WEIRD HEARTBEAT!? Well i guess the lesson is HONESTY is what is needed when you want to make an evil scheme

-You already know this is going to become f***ing horrible because they are livestreaming a space launch.

-Huh... lila isnt there. How weird.

-ADA! Adorable. Markov has a little sister AI. Cant wait to see her get akumatized

-Kim your your dumbassery is no longer charming to me.

-Gabriel jealous of Ms.Kante's healthy heart.

-She is so cool.

-Oh no! He just removed the sensors so she cant sense her.

-Monarch you evil bastard.

-Ada got depressed

-Markov in the french dub is adorable

-Monarch is preping for war right now.

-He made an ASTEROID!

-What is he doing!?

-Okay see, this is devious. I like this plan.

-Adrien saw an opportunity to be a good boy friend AND get out of class. That is Prime behavior

-Monarch knew they would split up

-He akumatizes his SECOND ai

-OH that looks so slick! its a giant robot!

-OH DAMN! he trapped her in space!

-Wait... if the miraculous gets removed.... OH S***! SHE GONNA DIE

-Oh damn!

-He timed it right this time.

-Chat noir you absolute TROLL! He used the second chance against him by grabbing his ring hand.

-Well now chat noir is gonna get stunned! Oh no!

-Monarch was too hyperfocused on Chat noir to come up with a convincing lie, Thus bugfighter learned the truth.

-Monarch didnt think this through. How many restarts is it now

-He couldnt think of a successful idea and had to give up.

-So he collapsed and Nathalie found him.

-Gabriel told Adrien he would try and spend more time with him it would be sweet if I didnt know it was a LIE

-Ladybug asking chat noir if its weird Monarch never uses Second chance... while Chat noir is like "We lucky he doesnt."

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I think if there was an episode that would make me feel sympathy for Gabriel... it would be this one. Too bad I still dont.

Its a solid episode, explaining the actual negatives of the snake miraculous in his condition. Gabriel so desperate to win that he failed to see the obvious solution.

He is so obsessed with the miraculous he is like a drug addict unable to stop his addiction.

8.5/10.

I think this is the best episode I have seen in terms of writing on the later half of season 5 so far.

#ml #ml spoilers #ml intuition #ml intuition spoilers #still dont feel bad about gabe

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fumifooms · 1 year

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Mithrun x Marcille

Second part of my “Dunmeshi rarepairs I will birth with my own hands if I have to” series

Marcille and Mithrun… No no HEAR ME OUT besides chap 94 I think Mithrun was the most emotional when confronting Marcille about the whole situation of her maybe being on the edge of becoming dungeon lord AND he seemed to empathize with her?!! Look at his face! Listen to his words!

He desired to save her. The ex-dungeon lord who lost everything and the newly dungeon lady about to walk herself into a trap and lose everything. They seem very compatible to me attitude wise, without mentioning that they seem to be each other’s type (Marcille’s succubus, Mithrun’s love). Marcille could even put an eyepatch on him lmfao. I feel like his very blunt attitude (most shown when he confronted Thistle about the flaws in his plan and perspective, but also the whole interactions with Marcille at Thistle’s home) would be good for Marcille, both in a ‘convincing her’ way and just in a general relationship & dynamic way. They’re both pretty tragic characters, who need the same kind of comfort imo. They’re mirrors of each other, he reflects what she would become. The Marcille that has been tempted by Power and desires and is left wrecked from it, regrets, is filled with nothing but vengeance. The Mithrun of the past that might yet still be able to be reasoned with, to be saved. People who wanted to live in an utopia with their loved ones. Listen, everyone by the end is left needing to find themselves a new dream and goal, that’s sorta the point with character arcs and it’s very in theme with the series’ message of constantly desiring new things, BUT I just think it’d be cute if specifically Marcille & Mithrun found a new purpose together ok <3 Mithrun could walk over to her to apologize for the murderous behavior and an acquaintance would start from there. Hnng idk idk it’s understated quiet romance and I love that I’m sorry!!

THIS POST’S TAGS YES YES YOU GET IT!!!!! Listen my fave thing in ships is when the characters surprisingly have that 1 fundamental thing in common like a fear or desire and that is them!!! I love them sm. This is currently the dunmeshi ship I like the most, sorry. I wanna do a full character and dynamic analysis and write a longfic and do fanart and- Edit: here’s some fanart and more rambles about them hehe!! I make some new points I like in it, like how Marcille’s a mom friend who likes caring after her loved ones.

Somewhat related but I think Mithrun overall is a closer allegory to PTSD and brain damage than depression, and ye I do think that would work well with this dynamic’s potential as well- but that’s a topic for another day

Ok btw ship name wise what are we thinking mithrille to be close to “mithril” or “myrtille” which is essentially french for blueberry? Gonna use mithrille esp since it’s an unique word for practicality but there are fun little motifs we could use with their names there

The leftovers </3 The abused second heir bastard that a demon didn’t deign to finish eating and the girl who’ll always outlive everyone she knows and loves.

They met each other when they were both at a mental low, and they can get better from there. It’s a special kind of intimacy when you both intimately know each other’s lowest moments idk. They’ve fought to the death like 3 times they can drop the formalities at that point lmao. (she never wanted to kill him btw, only "overreacted” as instinctive self-defense). I love how everyone had to keep pulling Mithrun off Marcille bc it looked so bad and he couldn’t stop going straight for her throat lol

Presidential alert the babygirls are fighting

#dungeon meshi #mini ship analysis #mithrun #marcille donato #actually a tag that’s literally just a word that’s commonly used would be a bad idea #Mithrun x marcille #marcille x mithrun #marcille #Mithrille #Dunmeshi rarepairs #I think he’d find it comforting that she knows how it’s like to be a dunlord. No judgement yk yk. Tho he wishes he could have prevented it #Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers

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ragdollrain · 2 years

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On Saturday, I had the fortune of seeing Beetlejuice the Musical live at the Marquis theater running on nothing but a few hours of sleep, black tea, borrowed french fries and a vegan brownie. All of the main cast was the same except for Adam, who was played by the very talented Graham Stevens. A few things stuck out to me in this performance, so here they are!

I’ll start by saying the audience had a great time and the cast absolutely killed it (as usual). People seemed to go especially wild for “No Reason” -- almost every one of Delia’s lines throughout the show got a laugh from the audience. There was a standing ovation at the curtain call, it was amazing.

- Alex flipped the bird at the audience at least 3 times throughout the show. It was hilarious and very quick and subtle each time.

- Sad puppet show: “Noooooo! I’m only 11 years old! There’s so much I wanted to do!”

- During Fright of Their Lives, he jumped at Barbara’s first “primal scream” before settling down and looking disappointed.

- “Or dress like a baby!” “What the shit, Adam?”

- The line “nobody’s like me,” after Fright of Their Lives was delivered in the saddest way possible. The man sounded like he was crying -- he stepped away and said “sorry” in the smallest voice. The audience literally “awwed” at him, it was such an experience. The “fuck you guys” after that was also delivered quietly through tears. This made his invisible reprise on the roof so much more depressing, you could almost feel it in the room.

- I can’t remember exactly which other lines were delivered this way, but there were a few moments before Fright of Their Lives that matched up. Overall he really played up that aspect of Beetlejuice.

- After That Beautiful Sound, two of the clones ran off the stage through the staircase on the aisle (I was right at the edge), and one of them was SCREAMING laughing and it was the funniest fucking thing.

- When Beetlejuice announced he was going to marry Lydia, before saying it was a green card thing, the skeletons and the clones made the confused Scooby Doo sound. “Ruuh?” I have no idea if this is the norm but it made everyone laugh and it was great.

- During Creepy Old Guy, as Lydia’s veil was being unraveled and Adam was pulling him to the side, he leaned over and tried to kiss him. Twice. He was rejected both times and stumbled away.

- Are you familiar with that post about the audience reacting to Beetlejuice’s death as though a real person was stabbed live on stage? Yeah.

- When Juno appeared, rather than freezing in fear he appeared to be possessed by her. She pointed in his direction and his arms went up, and he moved to try and tug them out of place.

- The audience responded to “Look, Lydia! Now we both have dead moms!” in many different ways. They were silent for a moment, then a quarter of them booed, another quarter laughed, and I think a few people cheered and clapped.

Side notes

- After the line “the sound of clean white shorts going brown!” a guy behind me said loudly to his friend that he didn’t get it.

- Someone yelled “gross” in an angry way at Charles and Delia making out with each other.

- My friend referred to Lydia as “Linda” after the play. This isn’t about the performance but people need to know.

Overall, everyone was incredible! I’m so happy I got to see it -- I didn’t think I would be able to but I did. I’m glad I saw it exactly as I did too -- being very familiar with it already and having this build-up beforehand because you already love it. And you don’t miss any lines, so there’s no potential for you to get lost or confused with the plot. I didn’t think I could get *more* into it, but somehow I did. Seeing this More Baby Than Bastard Beej will probably affect how I write him, too.

#beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway #long post #guys #he was so insanely huggable #that's the best possible adjective I can think of to describe him in that performance #oh my god #I already liked him of course but you could almost tell #how sympathetic the audience was to him early on #it was so so good #now I've got to keep the playbill safe #prized possession #almost forgot to mention how soft and fluffy his hair looked #it was in fluffy tall mullet mode

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macyqwrites · 1 year

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wip inspiration tag — next day after dawn

thank you max @goose-books for the tag!! the rules for this one are list as many inspirations/influences as you would like for your current work in progress, and explain how they’ve shaped your project!

next day after dawn (or, the project formerly known as historieswip) is a second word political fiction novel that's basically a mishmash shakespeare's histories with 90% less battle scenes and 90% more insane family dynamics. after everyone's favourite boyboss war criminal king gets deposed, his inner circle gets locked up by the new regime, and we follow them as they try to figure out what to do next and slowly drive each other insane.

tagging: @wren-is-writing @athenapollo @avi-why and anyone else who wants to do this!

henry vi part 3 (aka the whole wars of the roses tetralogy): there's a reason this project is just nicknamed historieswip. ohhhhh babygirl we got histories and i am not preserving shakespeare's timelines at ALL, i am just throwing those babies in a blender until i get 1. vaguely medieval english political structures 2. war with not-france 3. huge royal family with so much wrong with them. but from the henry vi plays specifically! this is where like half of the characters come from. the prince cyrus/cassandane/darcy dynamic is just the henry vi/margaret/suffolk love triangle, the house of lunares is the house of york: girlboss edition, and everything about the prince cyrus and mona dynamic comes from me Thinking about henry vi and richard iii foils moments. i could say more but we'd be here all day.

henry iv part 1 (and kind of 2): so. king cyrus is hal but that's also so mean to hal because king cyrus is SO much worse. however. he does have the hal backstory, by which i mean he was a rakish little alcoholic prince with a gay little boytoy until his dad died and then he had to get Serious and banish all his besties. and renan is his poins except if poins didn't get banished and stuck as the world's most depressed advisor faking respectability instead. ALSO kane my best friend kane is basically my hotspur <33

henry v: again, king cyrus is basically just henry v with the war crimes dialed up to 11. this one is the main inspiration for his conquering hero era and also the conflict with not-france and the not-french wife. it's also where i stole the title from!

king john: most of the histories i'm stealing from are at least like. connected to each other. king john is not but i love philip the bastard so fucking much so he's here (with extra transmasc aroace swag). that's helios — the war hero king's bastard who shows up to rise above his station and annoy everyone around him. and maybe be terminally loyal to a king who really doesn't deserve it

succession: the elevator pitch for this project is basically shakespeare's histories meets succession. specifically, season 1 episode 2 of succession, where the all-powerful patriarch is suddenly out of commission and maybe never coming back and the rest of the family is left losing their minds and wondering what the fuck they do now.

the hunger games: here's where i put on my clown shoes and admit that. um. you know how i said kane is hotspur. well he is but he's ALSO cato from the hunger games, as characterized in the criminally long fanfiction i wrote in middle school. and drea is um. clove. ANYWAY. thg is also an inspiration in terms of worldbuilding because i'm going for something kind of post-post-apocalyptic where there are vast disparities in technology in different parts of the country after decades of war and inequality. so we get modern tech plus medieval weapons, thank god.

darkling: this is partly a hatecrime against max my best friend max @goose-books because once upon a time i started jokingly shipping the two horrible old men in this book and then got so attached to the dynamic that i fully imported it into this project and made it canon gay. sorry bestie. but GENUINELY darkling is one of the best fucking books i've ever read and such a huge inspiration for how i do shakespeare retellings and also fucked up family dynamics.

gideon the ninth: this book is really nothing like gtn but i have to give it a shoutout because reading gtn was what inspired me to create this project! basically because i remembered how much i love ensemble casts and decided i wanted to write one. there are some similarities in terms of the vibe of everyone being locked in a big fucked up house together and everyone having super on the nose themed names but really just shoutout to tamsyn muir for being such a good writer that she made me want what she had (so many blorbos)

thank you for coming to my ted talk <3

#next day after dawn #mine #writeblr

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smiletimeisrunningout · 10 months

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CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE !!

Tagged by: took it from the man Emma is apparently courting @johngravessimcoe

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it

✧･ﾟ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

doing the historical version

Name: Emma (of the White Kingdom)

Alias(es): Swan (derogatory), Princess Charming (affectionate)

Gender: female (she/her).

Orientation: Tragically straight.

Age: 28+

Date of birth: November 23th

Place of birth: White Kingdom, Mysthaven, Europe.

Spoken language(s): English, Italian, Greek, Spanish, French, bit of German (she has a thing for languages so I don't exclude her learning more at random)

Occupation(s): princess, potentially bounty-hunter/knight if she loses her throne. Wife. Heartbreaker.

★ ⸻ APPEARANCE

Eye colour: green. There is some golden in them apparently?

Hair colour: blonde.

Height: 5''44

Other: whatever she's wearing she's going to make it just a bit inappropriate to show off. LOTS of scars. The one along her spine forces her to cover her back at all times (maybe that's why she's so okay showing the front?), very appreciative of her own hair, it's always down and curled up. Freckles! Which she hides under her makeup because boys made her self-conscious about them.

★ ⸻ FAVORITE

Colour: red, golden (white for clothes only).

Song: she's a Disney princess, she'll love and sing anything like she's about to get the golden buzzer.

Food: food being her one true love, it's hard to peak, but steak with potatoes and chocolate go hand in hand.

Drink: at this point I think gin.

★ ⸻ HAVE THEY...

Passed university: let's say she's more of a jock type. Tutors may have cried. Either she can memorize insanely hard stuff because it's important to her or she will spend five days trying to read a chapter of King Liar and fall asleep every time.

Had sex: way too much.

Had sex in public: yes if by in public you mean where she could get caught because people were nearby.

Gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: not in the historical verse, but some day she'd like a bunch of kids. She'll probably have one max two at this point.

Kissed a boy: hell yes.

Kissed a girl: nope.

Gotten tattoos: not yet.

Gotten piercings: no.

Been in love: yep once with a man who absolutely destroyed her in every possible way and now lives like 30 minutes away.

Stayed up 24+ hours: yes. she doesn't like it.

★ ⸻ ARE THEY...

A virgin: not only she's not but she initiated and controlled her first time with the same bastard who broke her and who wasn't actually ever going to try to go that far with her.

A cuddler: desperately so.

A kisser: could spend hours just doing that.

Scared easily: no and sometimes she SHOULD.

Jealous easily: not exactly. she's jealous of her role (she'd be terribly offended if someone who knows her asked another lady to punch someone), and she expects her relationships to be respected by others (meaning somebody is getting punched if they don't) but otherwise she's like 'yeah I know he's awesome, he's also mine :D '

Submissive: she was submissive ONCE in her life with the ex and it broke her, so never again. Terrified to going back to that, though.

Dominant: In the bedroom, yes. In her job, yes. In a relationship? She wants to agree on things.

In love: in teror of falling in love.

Relationship status: spinster

★ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: not purposefully, besides the time when she punches or kicks things that she shouldn't.

Thought of suicide/ideated: yes.

Attempted suicide: considered it from a place where she could and then didn't.

Wanted to kill someone: several people. Then in some cases did.

Have/had a job: same answer of above.

Fears: being in a romantic relationship. Being in love and getting heartbroken. Falling into depression again. Losing her kingdom because of depression. Being submissive and humiliating herself again. People staying with her out of pity again. Losing her loved ones.

Sibling(s): None.

Parent(s): King David (Charming) and Queen Mary Margaret, alive and disgustingly in love.

Children: none

Children in history: yes if by history we mean canon. Henry and Hope.

Significant other(s): considering arranging a marriage.

Pet(s): her evil murderous horse Apple. Whatever animals she finds and brings home. She only doesn't have a dog because she knows she'd stay by the dog's side from birth to death.

#about;

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moderatelysociallymaladjusted · 3 years

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So theres a music video for Far From the Madding Crowd with the song Beneath Your Beautiful covered by Madilyn Bailey that lives rent free in my brain.

PS This the video.

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#I've had this song stuck in my head for days #but look that fucking movie is soft #and Matthias is adorable and beautiful in it #he smiles so much and it's glorious when I've been neck deep in depressed French bastard so much #I do love that depressed French bastard but you know #seeing him smiling and happy is chef's kiss

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I love your blog so much! I'd never heard of some historical figures before I saw them here, which is bizarre because they all seem so fascinating. Could you tell us more about the life of Diane de France, illegitimate daughter of Henri II? She seems fascinating and apart from the basics I can't really find much on her childhood or marriages or the role she played in the courts of kings. Thanks!!

thank you!!

Omg i love diane so much i can't even contain myself lmao there's really not much out there about her but a very cool, very thorough biography was written a while ago in French and it's my bible.

Diane's influence over the family is something i've hardly heard anywhere else; the only thing that comes close would be dynamics found in non-monogamous settings. What made her rise above everyone else was that she was dotted on by Henri II (sources agree she was his favorite child) and Catherine and Diane de Poitiers. She was the only grandchild of the King for a little while and as such she was spared the treatment bastard kids usually received (not that they were badly treated by any means). Her first marriage was short-lived and she was so young it's difficult to know exactly what she felt towards her first husband; it's possible she genuinely liked him, or the idea of him, because she fell into a deep depression after his death and everyone was incredibly worried around her.

It's during that time that she ended up with the Montmorency family; Henri entrusted his depressed daughter to them, hoping that some time away from Court would do her some good. Plans to have her move permanently into their household were made around that time and another marriage was sought between Diane and the eldest of the Montmorency boys. Pretty sure all the wedding planning gave Anne de Montmorency night terrors for years because of everything that happened lmao but i'm not going to delve into that right now. Her second marriage just kind of happened to be honest. She and her husband lived next to one another but never truly with each other. She gave birth to at least a baby boy, Anne, who died shortly after, and it hit the entire family really hard, including Anne de Montmorency and Henri II (and Catherine too).

From here on out, Diane's life can be divided into two categories: her life with the Royal Family, and her life with the Montmorency Family. Her father's death was another crucial blow, but Catherine made sure she still felt loved and accepted by the rest of the family. She could often be found in her company even in crucial moments, like public celebrations and such, and Catherine's affection for her was notable. Diane got along really well with most of her half-siblings, and she'd be Catherine's favorite ambassador when it came to negotiations with the Montmorency family. When her father-in-law Anne de Montmorency was held captive after the battle of Saint Quentin, in 1557, she was the only one who sent and received letters from him; it seems that she was truly adored by him, perhaps for her resemblance to Henri II who was Anne's spiritual son, and he valued her input when it came to the management of the family.

With the years, she busied herself with her Montmorency nieces and nephews, including several who became orphans at a young age, and the management of her estates. She was considered extremely smart, and even though she was one of the wealthiest heiresses in France, she still dabbled into tax evasion lmao

She grew particularly close to her brother Henri III, who even bestowed her the family duchy of Angoulême, and in true Catherine fashion, always tried to seek peace through intense lobbying and negotiating. She funded several of his military campaigns on her own dime as well. One of my favorite stories is when Henri III was grief-stricken over the assassination of Guise (which he was sort of tricked into ordering) and the death of his mother Catherine, she gathered three years' worth of income from her Angoulême duchy, packed her stuff and left in the middle of the night, riding through 'enemy' territories to be by his side and offer him her help. That episode alone can pretty much sum up her importance within the family. The fact she had a foot inside and a foot outside probably protected her in many ways from the bitter rivalries among the royal siblings.

After Henri III's assassination, she unssuccessfully helped her widowed sister-in-law Louise of Lorraine seek vengeance, and they were only able to give him proper burial, as well as bringing Catherine's body back to Paris to lay with the rest of the family.

Partly because of this, her relationship with Henri IV and his estranged wife, her half-sister Marguerite, was very strained, and for many other reasons I'm not going to delve into right now. However, she was still considered to be the most senior, most titled, and most reverred member of the Court to be sought after by the first Bourbon King as an ally. She (begrudgingly) helped him ensure the peaceful transition between royal houses. She was eventually chosen to be Louis XIII's governess, notably because unlike her half-sister Marguerite, she openly refused to headbutt with Marie de Medici. She died in 1619, at the age of 81, and was ironically known as the 'last Valois'.

I think it's also worth mentioning that the authors of her biography noted that she *may* have had a very close friendship with her female best friend of many years, and they don't exclude the hypothesis that they may have been in an actual relationship.

#history #diane of france #anonymous #lots of typos but just ignore them <3

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The Next One’s on You 2/5

Whelp Maxwell Lord has been consuming my thoughts all day and I sat down and wrote out the next part. Part three probably won’t be out till Saturday but I didn’t want to wait to post this one. Thank you my darling @justanotherblonde23 for being my emotional writing support buddy. Thank you for reblogging, commenting, and liking! Let me know if you want to be added to a Taglist.

Summary: A series of moments in the life of Maxwell Lord x reader centered around drinks.

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + for language and some making out

Taglist: @josepedropascal @mrschiltoncat @ghostwiththemostbitch @mrsparknuts @oldstuffnewstuff @yespolkadotkitty @heythere-mel @justanotherblonde23 @artsymaddie @maxlordsgf @xjaywritesx

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Chapter One - Triple Espresso

Chapter Two: Vodka Martinis

A week passed, then two and nothing. Not a sound. Silence from the illustrious Maxwell Lord IV and so life moved on. The shop had a steady stream of customers, and evenings were spent vegging out in front of the TV in your pajamas with whatever dinner you scrounge together that night. You pull the vanilla ice cream closer to you and dig the spoon inside when your roommate Michael comes out his tight black jeans, and black turtleneck the sleeves rolled up to his elbow.

“Oh honey, it’s a Saturday night,” he wiggles his butt at you, “you should come out with us tonight we’re going to that new dance club, get out of this depressing apartment.”

“Oh yeah...that’s not really my scene. I would much rather be home with a good book or TV, but you go and have fun! Don’t worry about me,” you smile reassuringly and he scoffs.

“How about a date then?” he uses the mirror on the wall to apply a thick layer of black eyeliner stopping to look over at you, eyebrow raised.

“What?”

“My friend Tom from work, he’s single and looking to mingle,” he wriggles his eyebrows up and down at you, “What do you say? Friday night dinner at Les Amis?”

“That new French place downtown?”

“Yeah, you’ve been talking about going there since it opened. Just give the guy a chance, what else would you be doing on a Friday night. Seems like your mystery man didn’t pan out.”

“Mystery man?” you sit up straighter and place the open container onto the coffee table.

“The one who left you those white roses,” he rolls his eyes and finishes the wing tip. Closing the tube with a snap and putting it into his fanny pack. Your heart sinks as you think about the beautiful flowers and the arrogant bastard who left them.

“Oh those…” you say dejectedly.

“So what about Tom?” he puts one hand on his hip and looks at your expectantly.

“Oh…” what could be the harm, “sure why not. You’re right, I have nothing else going on, and I have been wanting to go there. Who knows maybe I will find the love of my life with this Tom.”

He laughs, “there’s the spirit. Oh sweet little barista, we will find you love yet!” He pulls the door open and shut quickly, his platformed boots smacking loudly down the stairs.

You groan, throwing yourself back against the couch, a hand coming up to massage at your temples. What’s the harm? Maybe this Tom guy will be wonderful and you’ll end up happily ever after, like one of those Disney movies.

Friday night comes before you know it and you straighten your dress again in the mirror. The black cocktail dress is the nicest thing you own with short sleeves, a white lace collar, cut off just above the knee. You pair it with your sensible black heels grabbing your clutch and heading out to catch a taxi.

When you pull up the lights from the restaurant twinkle and you gaze at the elegant people inside drinking champagne from tall flutes. You take a moment to imagine that’s you when you are interrupted by your thoughts by a tap on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, are you y/n? Michaels friend?” you turn and look at an attractive man with short cropped black hair, thin lips, blue eyes, and a suit with a purple waistcoat.

You nod smiling and reach out your hand, “Tom right?”

His grip is firm and his palms are sweaty as he holds your hand up to his mouth and gives it a sloppy kiss. You give a slight grimace as you pull your hand away and cover it up with a smile. “Shall we?” you gesture towards the hostess and he nods, putting his hand on your lower back as you’re both led to the table, his hand dipping lower and squeezing your ass.

He pulls out your chair and as you sit down and he leans toward you, “you look good enough to eat,” he murmurs in your ear and you have to suppress the uncomfortable feeling growing in your stomach.

You try to laugh it off and concentrate on the meal. Conversation flows freely and you almost feel relieved until the end. “So why are you single?” he asks.

Your drink catches in your throat you sputter out a surprised, “what?” he ignores you continuing.

“I mean when Michael asked me if I wanted to go out with his friend I thought he meant one of those young things he goes out clubbing with every weekend. Obviously that isn’t you,” he takes a sip of his cocktail, “I mean you're pretty, but I think we both know this isn’t gonna go beyond tonight. So why don’t we just skip dessert and get out of here?”

You stare at him incredulously wondering if he’s actually serious and when he just takes another sip and gestures for the check you close your eyes sighing. When you open them again he is sliding his credit card to the waiter and you look around the restaurant trying to think of a way out when you feel eyes burning on you. You slowly turn to the left and see a large table filled with men and women in expensive suits and dresses. Sitting at the head of the table and fuming is Maxwell Lord the fourth.

Fuck.

You groan and put your head down rubbing at your temples. You hear the pen scratch against the pad and Tom hops up to his feet and slides on his coat, holding a hand out to you. “Let’s get out of here baby, and I will rock your world.”

“I’m not going to sleep with you,” you put your hands down flat on the table and look up at him.

“I just bought you dinner,” he scoffs, “it’s time for you to return the favor baby,” he moves to grab your wrist and you pull it quickly from his grasp.

“Please just leave, don’t make a scene,” you plead and he does what he’s done all night, ignored you.

He bends and gets right in your face sneering, “Now I see why your single, fucking bitch to good for anyone. Maybe if you got some, you wouldn’t have that stick so far up your as-” you slap him hard across the face. Tears burning in your own eyes.

He shakes his head in shock and the slap echoes across the restaurant, customers turning to stare. He rubs his cheek and looks like he’s about to explode grabbing the water glass closest to his hand he pours the entire contents of it hard at your face. The freezing water shoots in your eyes and you gasp as it soaks into your dress and into your underclothes. “Fucking bitch,” he shouts stomping out the door.

You close your eyes and reach for your napkin using it to clean off your face. You listen for the noise of the restaurant to resume to a gentle hum before you open your eyes. You do everything in your power to avoid the eyes of the other patrons, especially Maxwell Lord. The waiter comes up to your grimacing, “Can I get you anything honey?” she asks, holding out another napkin.

You shake your head no, gratefully accepting it and thanking her. She smiles lightly before leaving. You stand up and shiver, feeling the tendrils of water seep down your legs. Keeping your eyes straight ahead you walk out the door and suck in a large gulp of air, body trembling slightly as a cool breeze blows past. Instantly regretting the choice not to bring a coat.

“You know, when I said the next drink is on you...I didn’t think you would take it so literally,” your eyes close and head drops as Maxwell Lord’s voice charms behind you.

You sigh and turn towards him, taken aback at how he’s not smirking like you thought he would be. Instead his hands are clenching tightly in a fist and he looks downright boiling. Chest heaving, neck red, and a slight sheen of sweat on his brow.

“What do you want Mr. Lord?”

“I…” he unclenches his hand and runs it through his hair, “I wanted to know if you were alright, that was quite the scene inside… did he...did he hurt you?” his voice takes on a dangerous edge as your eyes raise to meet his own.

“No,” you reply breathlessly before coughing, “No, I’m fine.” You shiver again as another burst of air blows past.

You feel the heavy coat land on your shoulders before you see it. His suit jacket carefully pulls across your shoulders as he wraps it around you. You try to protest but he scoffs, “You’re freezing,” he chastises, “take the damn coat.”

You say nothing pulling your arms through the sleeves and wrapping the front around your chest. You're enveloped in the scent of fresh linen and something spicy from his expensive cologne, and you sigh. “Thank you,” you whisper.

“My limo is on it’s way, let me take you home,” he steps closer and you retreat. Defenses rising.

“Thank you but I would rather catch a cab then step foot in your sex mobile,” you turn away from him attempting to flag down a cab but having no luck.

He groans, “My sex mobile?”

“Yes. Who knows how many women you’ve fucked in there I don’t want to catch some disease. Plus I already told you once Maxwell Lord the Fourth that I am not some cheap whore, and believe it or not I meant it.”

“You don’t think I know that?!” he shouts and you whip around looking at him wide eyed. “Listen, I make it a habit of getting what I want. Whatever I want….women throw themselves at my feet, money freely flows, and I have a whole household of servants to do anything I want. I will admit that day I acted like an...an asshole but...you...you’re different.”

“When I saw that guy treating you the exact same way I had...and then when he tried to grab you, I saw...red. That fucking…” he takes a breath to calm himself, “I know it’s not what you want but I would feel much better if you let me bring you home.”

You observe him for another moment before nodding slowly. You just stare at each other, his breathing slowing and matching pace with yours and when the limo pulls up you both walk towards it, never breaking eye contact. You slid into the backseat and he follows his leg brushing your own.

“Where to sir?” the driver asks.

“Home,” he shouts back and your eyes widen.

“I thought you said you would take me home?”

“Yes, to my home. I want to take you out for a drink and being...well being me, I can’t do that without it causing a publicity nightmare…” He trails off looking at your wide eyes, “Is...is that okay?”

You get the feeling he doesn’t ask for permission very often and you slowly nod your head. This had to go down as one of the strangest nights of your life. Tom certainly turned out to be the villain in your fairytale but maybe there was still hope for at least a nice ending. The driver makes twists and turns and your stomach flips as his hand moves down to grasp the seat, finger brushing right against your own. Without thinking you move your pinky over to graze over his ring. You hear his breath catch as he links his pinky with your own.

The car pulls up to a gorgeous mansion with tall white columns and two marbled lion statues. The butler greets him at the door and you smile at him in greeting and hand over Maxwell’s coat. Maxwell takes your hand gently and guides you to another room. A large brown leather couch takes up the center of the room under a persian rug. A roaring fire in the fireplace illuminates the room in a warm glow, huge bay windows looking over an expansive garden and pool. He lets go of your hand and you feel the aftershocks slide up your arm from his touch.

He goes over to the bar on the far wall and pulls down two glasses. Filling a shaker with ice you watch as he meticulously fills it with vodka and vermouth, slapping the glass over it before he lifts it over his shoulder and shakes it furiously. You can see his arms flex under the white linen shirt he wears held in place by a pair of brown suspenders.

He slaps the side of the shaker to release it and strains them both into the glasses before spearing an olive and putting it into one glass and going to spear the other you shout, “No, please no olives,” he looks over at you eyebrow raised, “do you have any cherries?”

He says nothing, only removing another saucer and tossing two cherries into the other glass and carrying both over. He hands you the drink and clinks his glass against yours taking a sip. You watch, mouth dry, as he swallows and his neck stretches deliciously.

“Come,” he walks over to the couch and sits down patting the seat next to him.

You take the seat hesitantly beside him and take a sip savouring the taste. He puts down his drink on the small table in front of you and turns to you, “I think we got off on a rocky start…”

You snort, “you think?”

He glares at you before smiling, “Yeah...that was probably my fault. So why don’t we try this again,” he holds a hand out to you, “I’m Maxwell Lord the Fourth, CEO of Chimtech Consortium.”

You shake his hand feeling the electricity spark in your fingers again, telling him your name and adding the title of barista to the end. He repeats it slowly and feel yourself warm at the way your name comes out honeyed on his tongue.

The ice broke, the two of you into easy conversation talking about everything. All about his company, his family, what he likes to do when he gets a free afternoon, and even his favorite color. The more you learn about him the more you begin to unravel the mystery of Maxwell Lord. You’re both on your third vodka martini of the night when he brushes his fingers over your cheek.

“You have an eyelash,” he holds it on the tip of his finger putting it up gently to your lips, “make a wish,” he whispers.

You close your eyes and blow gently, lips pushed together and you sigh when you feel the press of his lips against your own. It’s hesitant and barely there and when he pulls away you surge forward pressing your chest against his own and capturing his lips in a heated kiss. He responds eagerly and pulls you close till you're straddling his waist on the couch, his hands running up and down your back. You groan as you feel him rub gently against you and he uses it to lick his tongue into your mouth.

You arch your back as you feel his tongue warm and velvety intermingle with your own. He scoots forward to the edge of the couch and pulls your legs to wrap around his waist. Hands moving lower to knead your ass gently through your dress. His foot kicks out and he knocks the drinks to the floor spilling onto the expensive rug. Glass shattering as they hit together just right.

You both pull away breathing heavy to look at the ground, the vodka seeping into the rug. You burst out laughing and he looks at you with that damn eyebrow cocked again, “What’s so funny?”

“I would like to get through one interaction with you without one of us spilling our drinks,” you tease eyes glittering as you smile at him.

His lips curve up and he lets out a chuckle, pulling you close to resume his kisses, “Ok, I’ll take the blame for that one sweetheart but the next one’s are on you.”

“Are you asking me out, Maxwell Lord the fourth?” you tease, pecking his lips gently.

“Yes,” he pulls away looking serious again, “What do you say?”

You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him again, “sure,” you let out breathlessly, “why the hell not?” Maybe you didn’t find your prince charming in Tom but something even better came along.

Suddenly, the door is thrown open and a thin older woman with grey hair in an immaculate Chanel suit stalks over to you, “Who the hell is this Trollope Maxwell?!” she screeches.

“Mother, please leave us alone,” he hisses.

Mother? Oh fuck, what have you gotten yourself into now.

Chapter Three: Orange Juice

#maxwell lord #Maxwell Lord x reader #Pedro Pascal #ww84 #Wonder Woman 1984

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pearl-blue-musings · 3 years

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CAN I ORDER A MEDIUM WELL STEAK WITH FRENCH FRIES AND GREEN BEANS? WITH SOY SAUCE(sero)?? (ur sero angst made me tear up)

Hi yes of course I’m so sorry that angst made you cry 😭 but hopefully this will change those sad tears to happy tears!

To others with requests I’ll get to those! I wanted to do something not sex related cause that’s what most of the requests are 😅

Pairing: Sero Hanta x fem!reader there was just no way

Enjoy your meal~

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Sero Hanta. Two semesters away from being a college graduate and applying his techniques from all his schooling into his pro hero work: soulmate-less.

He remembers turning ten years old and seeing the magical red string on his pinky show up one day. The excitement he had at knowing he had a soulmate outmatched most of his friends at the time. He knew from his parents that little tugs on his pinky meant he and his soulmate were nearby and the tugs would increase, not to the point of pain, when they would finally meet.

He felt the first tug on his pinky a week or so after he got his string, telling him that there was indeed someone on the other end. But he never felt a tug after that. Sero didn’t let that shake him as he entered high school at UA.

However, it did start to bother him greatly.

One by one, it seemed that almost everyone he met in his three years there found their soulmate in someway or another. Whether it was in class, at a festival, at an internship, or even on the job. Everyone had someone. Except him.

Never him.

So by the time Hanta had turned 18, he had given up on his soulmate; the defeating blow coming after doing some late night pre-graduation research.

Some people don’t even meet their soulmate

Sometimes if there hasn’t been any tugging for awhile, their soulmate could be dead and the string fades away.

Sometimes soulmates aren’t romantic and the person on the other side meets someone who isn’t their soulmate; very rare but it does happen.

He wanted to vomit. There’s no way they’re dead otherwise his string would have faded. But it might as well be that considering the odds of him meeting anyone new. Sero exhales deeply as he shuts off his laptop and goes to bed.

Although, there was a slight spark of hope in him when he decided to pursue his hero studies further before becoming a full fledged hero by applying to a hero university. However with his luck, it seems entirely unlikely.

He slams his pillow over his head and tries to sleep away the sinking feeling at still feeling nothing on his pinky

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(Y/f/n). New hero law student at one of the best hero universities in the world and finished her undergrad early at the top of her class: soulmate-less.

She can remember the moment when she turned ten and that mysterious red string appeared on her pinky, feeling an immediate tug. It made her heart soar at the possibility of finding a love like her parents. However, her parents’ story wasn’t usual in the world of soulmates.

Her mother’s original soulmate had died in a strange accident and she thought she would never love again. But then a couple months later a new purple string showed up and she found (Y/n)’s father. An unusual story but a lovely story nonetheless. She feared that her soulmate would die and she would have to suffer the same fate as her mother.

But no such color appeared, and tugs on her pinky were all but non existent.

It was depressing for the budding young hero lawyer, but she knew what her goal in life was and that was to help heroes and civilians alike under the law. It’s not that she didn’t want to become a hero, but being a human lie detector she felt her quirk could be used to better society and help out the good people and put away the bad.

That’s why she knew she had to go to Japan, soulmate be damned!

She knew of All Might, the notorious school U.A. and their students, along with the infamous League of Villains. Nothing like that happened where she was from so everything about that intrigued her. So naturally when applying to finish out her law degree, of course she’d choose a place where all the action was! She couldn’t wait to get her hands dirty.

***********

With his final class of the day ending in the early afternoon, Sero left the lecture hall and went directly to the hero agency he’s been part timing at. Since he was still a college student, he couldn’t commit fully to being a hero so he took whatever patrol hours he could on top of the work he did (and don’t forget those smoke sessions to take off the load from school). He’s met with one of best friends from school, Kirishima, who also works at this agency established by his other best friend, Bakugou.

“You’re late, soy sauce face.”

“Sorry dude,” Sero chuckles, “couldn’t get on the early bus here.”

“Yeah yeah. Just get ready for patrol with Shitty Hair.” The ashy blond scoffs and walks off, returning to a phone call he was having. Sero rolls his eyes as he heads to the locker room to change into his hero uniform, ignoring the twitching of his fingers. It’s still so weird how some people do and don’t recognize him at school as Cellophane. But that’s the way it has to be.

“Hey man, I don’t know if Bakugou told you this but we’re getting someone new.”

Sero pauses in putting on his hero outfit to look at the taller and buffer male. “Oh really? Another sidekick?”

“Actually no,” Kirishima beams, “some kind of lawyer type. It was decided after some hero managers and publicists were talking and the need for a hero lawyer, even one in training, would be good for us.”

“I totally get it,” Sero agrees, “considering Bakugou’s temper? Not surprised at all.” He finishes getting dressed and places his belongings in his locker. “So when are we meeting the unlucky bastard that has to look after us?”

“Either today or tomorrow. Either way, I think it’ll be great. You studied some hero law stuff, yeah?” Sero nods and the two men head out for patrol. “Maybe you two can talk and have something in common! You may never know.”

They turn the corner and begin on their way. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but I’m okay not having to meet my soulmate. I’ll just be single forever. It’s all good.” His fingers start to burn in a weird way but he shrugs it off.

The red head grunts, unconvinced. “Sure man. Whatever you say. Let’s hope patrol is relatively quiet, yeah?”

“Heh, when is it ever?”

*******

After getting settled into the apartment, you had gathered your belongings and hurriedly made your way to the nearest bus stop. You had your first meeting with the new agency you would be working at for hands on experience with hero law. It wasn’t necessary for your degree, but when you saw the opportunity arise, you grabbed it.

Once aboard the bus, you sit down by the window and mentally go through your bag. You have your school credentials, any and all letters of recommendation, your resume and CV, plus a good head shot should they need it. You are on your way to meeting one of the rising heroes of Japan, Dynamight, at his agency. Since it’s a relatively popular agency filled with well known heroes, it makes sense that someone like you would be needed. You had wondered why they didn’t have someone who was already a certified and bar-passed lawyer, but you’re not going to complain.

The bus ride went along pleasantly, not really looking at the people around you and focusing more on how to sell yourself to your upcoming clients. You’ve met with your advisor and she is letting you work with her firm via the hero agency. You’re pretty excited to say the least. However, the whole time you’ve been in Japan, a little over a week, you’ve been feeling that pull on your pinky.

Not wanting that to ruin your mood, or your bus ride, you ignore it and think it’s one of those rare phenomena where it’s moving wildly on its own. You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn’t realized the bus had stopped moving and the passengers were all sitting closer to you.

The poor bus driver shakes in fear and the two villains that have entered the bus, striking fear into the passengers. You spot the supposed leader who’s yelling into someone’s face when you gather your courage and stand up.

“Hey! Leave them alone, they’re not doing anything to you!”

Your loud voice caught the attention of the villains, one whose quirk has some sort of telekinesis as you feel your body being unknowingly brought toward the front of the bus.

The man has his face up close to yours and you can smell the nicotine on his breath, making you cough. “You got something to say to me little girl?” His cohort comes over to inspect you carefully, noting the money and jewelry they’ve already procured and you eye them sharply.

You cough in his face and continue, “yeah I do. What makes you think you can just come up in here and harass us?” You motion your back hand to the scared passengers to leave, remembering the doors in the back. You also didn’t know that the bus driver had already pinged for help from the nearby agency, alerting its patrolling heroes.

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Both Sero and Kirishima feel their phones buzz with an alert. They look to each other and start heading toward the coordinates provided. There was a bit more sense of urgency to this for some reason that Sero can’t quite place.

The closer they get, they see some fleeing civilians. Kirishima stops one and politely asks her what’s happened.

“These two villains jumped on the bus and hurt the bus driver! They were stealing things until this young woman stood up to them. She told us all to leave but I’m not sure what’s happened to her!”

The two heroes nod and follow the direction of where the lady pointed. They run off toward it and stop a block away to assess the situation. Only a handful of cops are around as it has quickly turned into a hostage situation. The woman earlier was right, and that makes Sero’s heart race in fear.

“I can sneak up to the side of the bus, head toward the back to check for an entrance.”

Kirishima hums and adds, “right, I can attack from the front, provide a distraction and if necessary close combat.” He breathes to collect himself, knowing they’ve done this a thousand times over. “Let’s do it.”

Sero nods and leaps into position. He takes his place on the side of the bus without alerting the villains or the hostage. The cool metal of the bus helps him to clear his mind and think carefully. His nerves must be getting to him because his fingers, more like his pinky, can’t stop twitching. He’s done this before, so why is this time different.

He almost gives up his position when he hears your voice.

“You’re just some low life petty criminals. I’m not too worried about you two.”

There it is. That little tell when you know you’ve got someone in your clutches. The mind based one seemed to falter and you knew he was going to act out in anger. And you were betting on it.

“Shut up stupid woman. You think I won’t do something to hurt you? Take you down a peg, huh? Because you look like you need to be tamed.”

Your time practicing cross-examining is paying off because that last statement terrified you. Villains are shameless and you know they’d have no problem defiling you in front of the police here; plus you were interrogating him. It got the people out and if you die saving some people then it would have all been worth it.

The two young heroes listening for the right moment give each other a look and both move in to do their parts. The loud red head getting the attention of the villains using his charm and personality to distract them while Sero sneaks into the bus, light on his feet to avoid detection.

Something in you sends shivers down your spine because you don’t even have to see him to know that he’s there. You, almost on instinct, duck down in order for Cellophane to apprehend both criminals and for Red Riot to keep them face down on the floor. You feel tape being wrapped around you and pulled toward the back, but the sensation should’ve come from your waist, not your pinky.

“Are you okay? That was extremely brave standing up to those guys and getting everyone out.”

His voice was unexpected but it drew you in, almost like it’s something you’ve been waiting for your whole life. The hero in question looks down at you and you feel him flinch. He takes off his helmet to get a good look at you and the moment seems to go on forever.

It’s not until you look down at your pinky’s is when it finally hits the two of you.

You had met the other end of your soulmate line. And there he is. His eyes go wide and you immediately get lost in their shape and shade. Is this the feeling your mother described when first meeting your soulmate? Magical? Indescribable? Gosh what is he feeling?

“You, you’re....”

“My soulmate...” you finish.

Sero hadn’t realized that he still had you wrapped in his tape from rescuing you but he doesn’t want to let you go. He spots the tears falling from your eyes and gently places his hand against your cheek and wipes them away. It’s like his hand was made for holding your face and he doesn’t want to let go. He wants to keep holding you like this because for so long, he had resided to being single but, you’re here and you’re real.

“Yo Cellophane, put your helmet on we’ve gotta talk to the police and- oh my god no way.”

The two of you are interrupted by Red Riot who had returned to check on his friend after he hadn’t come out with you, the hostage, yet. The two of you look to the buff man and then back at each other, and cute and embarrassed chuckle leaving your lips.

“I guess we should leave, I have to give a statement and all.”

“And get your injuries checked. Sorry if I pulled you too hard.”

“No no it’s fine! Uh, what’s your name?”

“Ah, uh, Cellophane. But my friends, and now you my soulmate mi amor, can call me Sero Hanta.”

He kisses your hand then and if you were in a courtroom you would’ve lost the case at the way your composure is failing you. It takes everything in you to not faint, because everything you had read was true about the first time you meet your soulmate. Out of this world.

You’re brought back to reality, when a police officer comes in asking what the hold up was. You two were forced apart and Hanta reapplied his helmet. Even with it on, he can’t stop looking at you. And now that his soulmate is finally within arms reach he doesn’t plan on letting you go.

The four of you, including Red Riot and the cop, walk out of the bus. The cop directs his attention to you and gruffly asks. “So what were you doing on the bus? Why did you stand up for those civilians when you aren’t a hero?”

You looked at him incredulously. You understand he’s doing his job but what kind of question is that? “I was on my way to a meeting at Dynamight’s agency. I was preparing my reading notes as their knew hero lawyer and representative and I saw this happening! How was I supposed to stay back and do nothing?”

As the cop writes down some of your statement, the other two accompanying you are dumbstruck. “Wait, Kiri starts, “you’re our new lawyer?!”

Your eyes widen when you put two and two together. “No way, you work for him?”

Sero lights up, “work for him? We’ve been best friends since our days at U.A.! Who would’ve thought I would meet you today huh?”

You turn to him again, still shocked at the mere audacity of meeting your soulmate today, or ever. Stuck in a war with yourself, you reach out and tangle your fingers with his, just to have his touch once more. “I had given up on finding my soulmate,” you softly admit, afraid to meet his eyes.

He takes his helmet off again, away from prying eyes and focuses his attention on you. “So did I, corazon.” He had placed a hand onto your cheek like earlier and rubbed comforting circles on your soft skin. You hadn’t realized how close the two of you had gotten until he whispers, “May I?”

You nod, and gently lean into his kiss. If meeting each other was the appetizer, then kissing for the first time was like a meal and dessert. It was so chaste, yet so filled with emotions locked away that are now begging to be overflowed into the light. You two pull away, looks of awe and maybe love adorn you faces as you attempt to lean in again.

“I hate to break up the love fest,” Kirishima interrupts looking bashful. “But we’ve got some paperwork to fill out and all that so, we gotta go. And hey, we can take you to the agency after we’re done at the station, I’m sure Dynamight’s eager to meet you.”

Despite everything that had been happening, you had completely forgotten about your meeting, and hurry to call your new employer. You’re on the phone for only a couple minutes, but it gives Kirishima and Sero time to talk.

“So, who would’ve guessed you finally meet your soulmate today huh?”

“Yeah.”

“And I was right there too!”

“Si.”

“Are you listening to me?”

Hanta was listening, but was too busy looking at you and already thinking that he can’t wait to fall in love with you.

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#answered #the diner #sero hanta #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta x you #sero x reader #sero x y/n #soulmate au #this is actually pretty cute

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eyeofthedrgn · 3 years

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A Heavy Battle Symphony - Chapter 3

Decided to go ahead and post chapter 3!

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2

TW: language, mental abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, violence, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, self harm, self-esteem issues, bullying, sexual abuse (only alluded to briefly in future chapters), just a lot of trauma, angst, smut - lots of lovely gay smut

Word Count: 1148

This one is a little shorter cause it's a little intense.

Chapter 3 - Papercut

But everybody has a face that they hold inside

A face that awakes when I close my eyes

A face watches every time they lie

A face that laughs every time they fall

It has been two weeks since moving to Orynth. Lorcan wasn't looking forward to going to school. Elide and her friends kept talking to him and it was infuriating. All Lorcan wanted was to be left alone. He was about to start breakfast when he saw the note on the counter. "No breakfast."

Fine by him. He decided to leave early so he could go to the school library and read ahead in one of his textbooks.

He was almost to the front door when it swung open to a very pissed off looking James Perrington. Great. Why the fuck was he here?

"I don't think so, boy. Your aunt called you out for the rest of the week." Oh. Perrington's grin was wicked. Lorcan froze. Fuck. He knew this meant he was about to get a terrible beating if he was going to need days to heal so as not to be noticed. This wasn't the first time this happened and it wouldn't be last. Unfortunately.

The adults he lived with were good at hiding the crimes they did to Lorcan's body. And when they weren't, they kept him home. He closed his eyes, praying to Hellas that it wouldn't be as bad as it seemed it was going to be.

Perrington laughed. It was a cruel sound. "Get my tools, boy." Lorcan's eyes shot open. "Oh, yes, you little bastard." Evil was the only word for him. It had been a very long time since Perrington had been in a mood enough to use his brass knuckles or the belt on him. If only he had left a few minutes earlier.

Maybe he deserved this.

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Fuck. His arm shouldn't bend that way, his forearm shouldn't bend at all. He could barely feel it over everything else that hurt. He could hear Maeve giving Perrington shit in the hall. His vision was blurry and tunneling.

"What the fuck were you thinking, James! You're never supposed to do enough damage that's hospital worthy!" She grunted in frustration. "This is coming out of your wages!"

Lorcan heard a smack. He figured that Maeve slapped Perrington for his loss of control.

He heard his door open, he couldn't look up without it hurting. An ice pack landed in the middle of the room. "Ice it so it can be cast." The door shut. It had already started swelling. It wasn’t pretty.

Lorcan wheezed. He closed his eyes. Ever so carefully, Lorcan managed to grab the ice pack. He hissed when it hit his skin. Hellas below, he hurt. This was definitely the worst beating he had received. They had never broken bones besides ribs before. Broken ribs were easy to hide.

Somehow he managed to lay down, his breathing was short, he closed his eyes and exhaustion took him.

---

When Lorcan finally awoke, the sun was shining through the window, he heard noises outside of his room and Hellas below, he fucking hurt. Everywhere. He had no idea what day it was. His head throbbed as did pretty much everything else. Very slowly he turned his head and found a plate with half a loaf of French bread and a bottle of water.

If it didn't hurt, he would have rolled his eyes. He managed to sit up after several minutes, lots of hissing and grunting. He drank half the water bottle. Snacked on the bread. That was exhausting.

Lorcan leaned his head on the wall and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, it was dark. He could see a fresh bottle of water and a protein bar. At least they gave him food this time. His stomach rumbled, so he finished the stale bread and the half of the water bottle, then moved on the protein bar and the other bottle.

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"Has anyone seen Lorcan?" Rowan looked towards Lorcan's usual table in the corner of the cafeteria. It was empty. "I haven't seen him the last three days." Nobody else had either.

Rowan hoped he was just sick. But he had a bad feeling rolling in his gut.

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Lorcan was startled awake by Maeve pounding on the door and shoving it open. He hissed at his quick movements.

"We're getting your arm cast today." She left and didn't bother closing the door.

Hel, he had to piss. He grabbed some clothes, careful of his broken arm. "Don't forget to shower, you stink," Maeve yelled from somewhere in the house. He was covered in sweat and some dried blood, obviously he stunk.

Lorcan shuffled to the bathroom, took off his clothes after several minutes, and finally looked at himself in the mirror.

Fucking Hellas.

He looked like a fucking modern art painting. All sorts of colors plastered his body. Various shades of blues, purples, reds, greens, yellows, and some colors he didn't feel like he had a name for. His whole torso was painted in bruises. Front and back. From his neck down onto hips. With tender fingers, Lorcan touched his chest and hissed. Then he spotted the nicks in his skin from the edges of the brass knuckles. Those were going to sting in the shower.

Just as he was about to start the water, he noticed the coloring on his neck. A perfect handprint. He forgot about that part. That happened early on. Perrington had gagged him and then grabbed his throat so tight it was hard to breathe. Lorcan's vision had blackened around the edges before he was pinned to the wall and then punched in the gut. Multiple times.

Lorcan didn't know how many times he passed out during that beating. It had to have lasted hours. He sighed and retreated to the shower.

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The doctor was full of concern when he walked into the room and saw Lorcan. Maeve talked loudly on her phone the whole time causing the doctor to glare at her every chance he got while setting and casting Lorcan's arm.

But Lorcan knew the doctor wasn't fooled by the story his aunt had given him about the cause of his patient's injuries. He saw the scars on Lorcan's arms, saw the bruises when he checked his heart and the obvious handprint bruise of his neck. Lorcan was also obviously too underweight for his height and build.

The doctor had finished up and was giving Lorcan instructions on keeping the cast dry when showering. His life for the next several weeks was going to be even harder. Both bones in his forearm were broken which meant the cast had nearly gone up to his shoulder.

"Finally," quietly huffed Maeve. She ushered Lorcan out of the hospital before any more questions could be asked.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you.. enjoyed? Sorry this one was rough. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

@thenerdandfandoms @starlightorstarfire

#rowcan fanfic #rowan whitethorn #rowan x lorcan #heavy battle symphony #lorcan salvaterre #throne of glass #rowcan #crackship

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aphroditestummyrolls · 3 years

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tell me what you think of Sébastien Le Baguette Livre? :D

Mmmmmmm! GOOD CHOICE!

First impression: the second I saw him, I knew that bitch was depressed— I have a sixth sense for mental illness, it takes one to know one, y’know?— and the thought immediately after that was that he and Andy had a deep relationship. It’s the tiny smiles, the way he pops up a little bit when he smiles at her from the bike. The first time I watched it, though, I was blindsided by the betrayal. Did NOT see that coming at all.

Impression now: my moldy baguette. My sad French rat man. Bastard (affectionate).

Favorite moment: Matthias was on point for this entire fucking movie, honestly. There is not a single Booker moment that isn’t fully charged with meaning and emotion. I think I’d have to say the hotel scene? Which I’ve mentioned before is my favorite scene in the movie, but especially for Booker— it tells you SO MUCH about the team dynamic, how Booker fits into this family, and how Booker thinks he fits into the family. The second time I watched it, I was like how did I NOT see the betrayal coming??? He’s clearly cagey and guilty and on the outside, but you also see the little ways he’s included and acknowledged and LOVED by these people. How he thinks he fits vs how he actually does fit.

Story idea: there’s this story I’ve already started— and would still love to finish one day— called Care and Feeding that’s very Booker-centric. It’s about the gang finding a little baby on a mission and getting stuck in a snowed in cabin. It’s very much like my nagron baby fic, where Booker gets to show off his latent parenting skills and give a window into his life with his wife and boys. I’d love to finish that someday.

Unpopular opinion: I don’t think I have one, really.

Favorite relationship: JOE! Joe and ANDY! His relationship with Nicky is harder for me to figure out. Joe is definitely my favorite platonically. And Nile is my favorite romantically.

Favorite headcanon: this is an oldie, but it’s fundamental to my characterization of Booker. I think he withholds comfort and physical touch from himself as an act of self harm.

Thanks for playing! ❤️ I loved doing this with a character I never get asked about!

#ask game #the old guard #sebastien le livre / booker #Booker

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gale-gentlepenguin · 2 years

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Gale Reacts: Miraculous Ladybug Season 4 episode 23: Kuro Neko

(This episode is without subs, so I will be doing my best to try and figure out whats going on.)

-Starting out with Sadrien on the couch

-Seems like a previous clip. of Gigatitan

-Oh Marinette says that line.

-So Plagg is talking about cheese.

-Oh new akuma attack!

-The scene from the leak.

-Adrien is bummed out as can be. Even his transformation is bummed.

-Chat noir and Ladybug's arguement... Here we go.

-He just want to help.

-Ladybug's snap does seem a bit sudden.

-Oh damn he is actually doing.

-Ladybug Realizes what he said! Oh damn I knew it didnt register.

-Ladybug realizes she needed to pick the others.

-Plagg is Pissed

-(I missed a bit but)

-It looks like Ladybug blaes herself for everything, and then decides that she needs to get a new chat noir.

-Ladybug seems freaked and realizing the danger of Her knowing who the new chat noir would be.

-Adrien is so sad. He is going through a really bad break up.

-Marinette spent ALL NIGHT trying to figure out where chat noir is.

-Marinette's messy hair is cute

-Plagg scheming with Tikki.

-Oh Nathalie can move from the bed.

-Nathalie telling Gabriel Adrien is depressed.

-Plagg seems to suggesting a new idea.

-Well Marinette is a clear wreck without chat noir.

-Plagg and Tikki in Kahoots on this NEW cat and Marinette is skeptical.

-Plagg you devious bastard I love it.

-They really love that one pic of Shadowmoth dont they.

-Plagg is very clever and I love it.

-Well if Tikki vouches for it.

-ADRIEN IN NEW CLOTHES! OMG.

-Adrien is playing french mario brothers.

-Adrien is just banging his head against a wall in the game.

-Plagg convincing Adrien to be a different type of Cat hero.

-Plagg explaining he can change the transformation.

-Plagg explaining how he can shift it.

-But it didnt work, because he still is thinking like chat noir.

-I guess its not as simple as Alya made it look, but then again, it was just a color change.

-THE MASKS I CANT.

-Adrien rehearsing with Plagg for the new cat hero persona. I LOVE IT.

-Its like he is making him a gentleman.

-They spent all all night on it.

(Plagg wins MVP for this episode)

- Ladybug is clearly nervous.

-Cat walker.

-Ladybug is unsure of how to react to this new cat.

-Adrien's a pure gentleman. i cant

(iT CUT OUT AGAIN)

-Cat walker saved Ladybug.

-Cat walker seems to be more calm headed then Ladybug.

-Ladybug is crushing on him i cant.

- Cat walker tamed the cat.

-Ladybug is impressed.

-I dont know what Ladybug said but Cat walker seemed grossed out.

-Ladybug seems to miss chat noir.

-Ladybug vented about thinking its her fault.

-Cat walker just ALPHA'D his way into ladybug's heart.

-Wow Ladybug is mad incompetent today.

-Ladybug, your marinette is showing.

-OH.... LADYBUG IS DISTRACTED. SHE CANT PERFORM HER DUTIES BECAUSE cat walker is tooo suave.

-Ladybug's plans arent working. Because she is crushing on cat walker!

-They realized they are sentimonsters.

-Ladybug realized that she cant focus with Cat walker there.

-Adrien is very confused.

-Ladybug seems to tell cat walker to meet her at the stadium.

-OMG THE CAT is LOST, AND THATS WHY THE SENTIMONSTER FORMED. Oh I am sad.

-Ladybug comforts the girl.

-So thats how it happened.

-Plagg gave adrien a pep talk.

-Chat noir is back to actually talk to ladybug.

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I am gonna be honest I think I am gonna need to rewatch it before I give an opinion on it.

But I will say this. I at least enjoyed what I understood.

#ml #kuro neko #ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #im gonna need to watch with subs

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oldguardhc · 4 years

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Old Guard hc #43

Prompt number: 7 - “Yes I did, what about it?”

Fandom: The Old Guard

Rating: PG-13

Warnings/Tags: joe x nicky, sad Joe

AN: It was supposed to be happy and fluffy.

Nile holds up an old plain blue sketchbook. There’s a tiny heart etched into the bottom right corner with the name Pedro written in a neat scrawl in the center. Joe’s 92% sure it was Booker who did it and not Andy. “Did you really fill out an entire sketchbook with just drawings of a frog Pillow Pet?”

Joe grins and holds his hands out. “Yes, I did! What about it?”

Nile tosses him the book, her forehead crinkling, no doubt wondering how this is her life. “How do you know about Pillow Pets?”

“How do you know about Pillow Pets?” Joe shoots back, flipping the book open. Most of the sketches were done with a ballpoint pen, the cheap BIC ones that came out to be pennies at the end.

“I was in the targeted audience,” Nile says, arms crossed and shoulders raised. “They played those commercials so much that I was dreaming about a ladybug Pillow Pet every night.”

Despite having absolutely no idea what Nile looked like as a child, a little Nile begging for a bright red Pillow Pet easily forms in his mind. He pictures little Nile quickly ditching the usual begging method when it doesn’t work to begin listing all the reasons why she deserved one. “Did you get one?”

“Did I—of course I got one! Did you really think I would take no as an answer?” Joe laughs and shakes his head. If he didn’t personally know Andy, he would think Nile was the most stubborn person alive. How she survived so long in the Marines was an absolute mystery to Joe. “I was part of a kid’s debate team. My mom likes to joke that it was the worst decision of her life.” The light in Nile’s eyes dim as she realizes what she just said and she falls silent, face closing off.

He would be so much better at this than me, Joe thinks and viciously slams that train of thought down. He wracks his brain for something to say, anything that isn’t a bad apology.

Nile blinks, clears her throat, and any opportunity for Joe to say something disappears. “Your turn, why do you have a frog Pillow Pet? At least, I’m assuming you have one because,” she trails off, pointing to the book in his hands.

Joe shrugs, aims for casual as he flips through the pages. “Booker gave it to me.”

He fails. Spectacularly, if the way Nile’s lips twist says anything. Joe pretends not to see it, stares down at a rushed sketch that’s sloppily shaded, rubbing his thumb across the sharp edge of the paper.

“Oh,” Nile says, small and quiet, falling silent once again. It’s like now that they’ve acknowledged it, the only thing they can feel is the gaping hole in the shape of a depressed French man.

Anger wells in his chest.

Fuck you, Joe wants to snarl, Fuck you, you selfish asshole. Pedro smiles innocently at him from the page and it’s too much. It’s too much.

Joe slams the sketchbook shut, flings it onto the table. “Excuse me,” he doesn’t wait for Nile to reply, already making his way to the backyard.

For a couple of blessed seconds, the loud bang! from the door drowns out Booker’s disbelief laughter, his small, “You really like it?” Joe’s stupid, “I love it!”

Joe wants to strangle them both.

Joe closes his eyes and Booker’s pleased smile haunts him, the stupid one he always got every time he saw Joe with Pedro.

Fuck you, for making me love you.

Joe sucks in a sharp breath and is mortified when it catches in his throat.

How could you give us up? How could you—

“Joe?” Joe whirls around, fists raised and ready to strike. It’s just Nicky though. Nicky, who takes one look at him and proceeds to wrap him up in a protective embrace.

Joe crumbles into Nicky’s body, giving up the losing fight against the tears. He buries his face in Nicky’s neck, hiccuping as a fresh wave of sadness crashes over him. It curls in his chest, wraps it’s cold tendrils around his throat and heart, squeezing until Joe regrets ever loving Sebastien Le Livre.

“I hate him,” Joe chokes out. “I fucking hate him.”

Nicky squeezes him tighter, rests his head on top of Joe’s. “No you don’t,” he says softly. “It wouldn’t hurt if you didn’t love him.”

And that’s the problem, isn’t it? Joe loved him, loved that drunk bastard so much, that he let him take a too big piece of himself and now Joe doesn’t know how to live without that piece.

That asshole. That fucking asshole.

“I hate him,” Joe repeats, shaking as another sob wracks through his body. “I hate him.”

He wishes he never met Sebastien Le Livre.

Joe has never been good at lying to himself.

#joe x nicky #the old guard #nile freeman #booker #fictober20 #hc

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cheershalo · 3 years

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By request, here are some of my favorite angsty fics in order longest to shortest. Some of these are angstier than others but I wanted to give a good range!

*note: make sure to read the tags because some of these deal with heavier topics! take care of yourself!

*also: most of these are b!L because that’s what i like to read! smut or no-smut is marked as well as the basic tags!

Remember to leave kudos and comment on all these lovely fics if you decide to read!!

💔 pray for some sweet simplicity by @eeveelou | E | 237k | abo | b!L - (motorcycles, racer louis, journalist harry, slow burn, a classic)

An AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

💔 Collision by @tequiladimples | E | 225k | b!L - (mythology/fantasy, fairy louis, dark harry, enemies to lovers, slow burn, love love love)

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

💔 And I Wait for Paradise by You_Just_Mightx3 | NR | 209k | abo | b!L - (addiction, ptsd, pining, best friends to lovers, eventual mpreg, so heartbreaking and heart-wrenchingly beautiful)

The one where it’s not the Harry who touched Louis’ heart that comes home, but an addict thought to be hopeless. A paradise above addiction when Louis wins so does Harry.

💔 Don’t Let It (Me) Break by @falsegoodnight | E | 169k | b!L - (exes to lovers, slow burn, grief, panic attacks, healing/therapy, sad louis, def read tags, a fav of all time)

The one where Harry is oblivious, Louis is broken, Zayn and Liam are in love, Gemma and Lottie are lovely, and Niall is just waiting for everyone to get their shit together.

Oh, and it's all Malcolm's fault.

💔 Saving Symphony Hall by @helloamhere | E | 125k | abo | b!L - (touch depri, businessman louis, hurt/comfort, a fav)

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

💔 The Dead of July by whimsicule | M | 117k | b!L - (avengers au, captain america harry, louis as bucky, ptsd, so fucking good)

Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

💔 Untangle Me by suicxne | E | 103k | np smut - (canon compliant, friends to lovers, first kiss, cute <3)

The one where Harry and Louis finally get it right.

💔 nothing worsens, nothing grows by @soldouthaz | E | 103k | b!L - (roadtrip au, college au, enemies to lovers, friends with benefits, ot5, a fav of all time)

Another roadtrip AU featuring Harry as the misunderstood hipster, Louis as the bitter psych major, Liam as the one with the secret boyfriend, and Niall as the one who just wants everyone to be happy.

💔 Here in the Afterglow by @harrybridgers | NR | 89k | b!L - (high school au, historical, 70s au, small town, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, soft soft soft)

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

💔 And down the long and silent street by whimsicule | M | 86k | b!L - (historical au, regency au, poverty, wealth difference, hurt/comfort, a masterpiece <3)

Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.

💔 Consequences by @allwaswell16 | E | 79k | b!L - (amnesia au, exes to lovers, hurt/comfort, secrets, amazing amazing)

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

💔 We’ll Cast Some Light (You’ll Be Alright) by @harrybridgers | NR | 74k | b!L - (enemies to lovers, sort of exes to lovers, demons, demon hunters, INCREDIBLE)

There’s a standard procedure for this. Scan, track, kill. But with a solar eclipse and a Greater Demon with unfinished business looming, the path to keeping England safe from harm becomes complicated and shadowed by mystery and secrets. For Harry and his team, times have never been harder, especially when a few old friends turned foes show up. Harry is left with just over forty days to overcome the hurdle of tension between them and reconcile their past, and figure out just what Louis is hiding from him before it’s too late.

💔 Latibule by @quelquesetoiles | E | 54k | b!L - (spirited away au - ish, mythology, fantasy, god harry, human louis, sad louis, jealousy, amazing)

A Spirited Away AU of sorts where Louis just wants to heal and be left alone, only for all his plans to be destroyed by the hands of an infuriating British God.

💔 7 Up by @cherrystreet | E | 52k | b!L - (friends to lovers, growing up together, will make you cry like a baby, a classic)

Very loosely based on the British TV show "The Up Series" and somewhat inspired by the song “Something I Need” by Onerepublic, we follow the lives of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson in an interview setting every seven years. They fall apart and come together, their lives and emotions recorded. Harry calls it a time capsule. Louis calls it a pain in the arse.

💔 Strangers in Love by @darlou | E | 42k | b!L - (amnesia au, car accidents, light d/s, growing up together, enemies to lovers, a fav)

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

💔 Ever Fixed by @eeveelou | E | 42k | b!L - (strangers to lovers, divorce, depression, child death, the plot twist GOT ME SO GOOD - i read this yesterday with ris and h o l y s h i t)

Three years ago, Harry was happily married, successfully heading the largest technology company in the world, and raising his young daughter. After he loses nearly everything in the aftermath of his daughter’s lost battle with a rare brain tumor, it may take three strange and yet very familiar visitors – and a man from the therapy group Harry keeps refusing to go to – to get him back on track.

💔 before we knew by @falsegoodnight | E | 40k | b!L - (soulmate au, lawyer harry, editor louis, stubborn harry, pining louis, literally one of the best fics ever written)

Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

💔 where the lights are beautiful by twoshipsdrifting | M | 31k | abo | b!L - (THE accidental bonding fic, mentions of mpreg, have reread many times and it still hurts so good)

Harry wasn’t wrong about that, not in a general sense. Lots of omegas did seek out rich alphas and betas, hoping or planning to go into heat at the right time. Plenty of omegas saw this as their duty, especially if their families weren’t well off. Worse, Louis couldn’t honestly say he’d never thought about it.

If that had been his life, his goal, Louis would feel pretty good about himself now.

As it is…Louis feels like shit.

💔 autumn leaves by @suspendrs | NR | 28k | b!L - (war au, soldier harry, waiter louis, french louis, friends to lovers, so so good)

Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn't mean to fall in love with him.

💔 Cherry by littlebluetui | M | 25k | b!L - (exes to lovers, famous harry, non-famous louis, comfort sex, light d/s, really good & really underrated!)

Harry and Louis were soulmates, no one doubted that.

Sometimes one soulmates leaves the other to go on a world tour though.

Sometimes not having them at all is better than only a little.

💔 like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas | NR | 22k | implied b!L - (cheating/infidelity - i don’t read cheating fics as a principle but this one just... hurts so good, haven’t reread and i don’t think i ever will but i think about it often)

Harry breaks Louis, Louis breaks everything.

💔 all this delusion in our heads by buttfucklarry | E | 15k | b!L - (exes to lovers, sad louis, sad harry, mentions of mpreg, another underrated beaut <3)

After Harry and Louis break up, they cope with it in very different ways. What will happen when Harry keeps calling his ex over when things go wrong in his life, but Louis just can't take it anymore?

💔 a grocery list pinned in blue by dangerbears | NR | 20k | b!L - (exes to lovers, divorce, a masterpiece truly)

After eight years, Louis finally has everything he's wanted. Except for Harry.

💔 Cupid’s Chokehold by bluelemur | E | 35k | b!L - (soulmate au, cupid louis, human harry, virgin louis, feel good but also a bit angsty)

Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn't work out as planned.

💔 Love is like this; not a heartbeat, but a moan by @loveletterharry | E | 13k | abo | b!L - (enemies to lovers, ex-childhood best friends, pining harry, beach house, lovely)

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen.

Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

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