#I don't think Simon knew what he was taking away from Wille the moment he decided to report August

[causethisismyblog]

I have some thoughts about when Wille has a panic attack and throws up after Simon says he is going to the police about August. I've seen some posts where some people think that Wille's response and anxiety is because Simon chose punishing August over being with Wille. I'm not saying I disagree with that, but I don't think it's just that.

Wille had an out. He never wanted to be crown prince, he never expected to be crown prince before Erik died. He doesn't like being royal and all the shit that comes with that. He had a difficult time just being a prince let alone being the crown prince.

Yes he was outraged when his mom told him that August was next in line and that they were actively preparing him to take over in the instance Wille couldn't take it. 'He destroys my life and he gets rewarded for it?!?!' But after he got over that outrage. After he was able to calm down an actually thought through what it meant for him. He realized that he could get away from a lot of the things that are causing him anxiety. He wouldn't have to consider the royal court in his decisions. He could be his on person out in the open. He could be with Simon without this overbearing cloud of judgement from everyone just because of his title. You can see how relieving it is to him when he is talking to Simon later and says "I could be free." It never occured to him before that he could be free. It was never an option.

When Simon says he's going report August, Wille will no longer have that backup. He can't get out. He is stuck. Backed into a corner. No way out. After he just came to terms with the fact that he didn't have to be what his mom and the royal court expected of him. That he had a chance to be free....and it would be ripped away from him. There was nothing he could do about it.

Simon and Wille, their love is so beautiful and intense, thinking that they are done for is devastating but to me this is a much stronger more violent form of anxiety. To me this explains why his panic attack in this instance wasn't something he could mask and push through. Yes he was sad and hurt that he and Simon likely were not going to be together. But this, this life changing chance he had, just ruined, gone. He had to get out of there, throwing up was the only way his body could purge such a violent anxiety.

#young royals #yr #yr2 #Simon x Willhelm #Simon x Wille #August #Simon #Willhelm #Wille #season 2 #anxiety #mental health #I don't think Simon knew what he was taking away from Wille the moment he decided to report August #my feels #my anxiety #Erik #prince wilhelm #crowned prince

[theydonthavenames]

Wille's arc appreciation post

I find it truly amazing how much Wille has grown and changed in season 2. At the beginning he was the same dramatic, hurt, chaotic, selfish, whingy (very affectionately) teenager prince we knew from season 1. He wanted Simon back badly, but he didn't have a clue how to win him back. But reality hit him in the face- Simon is still mad and he's actually trying to move on dating someone else- and with a *little* help of the biggest star of S2, Boris the Birkenstock Sossen ™️ he's gone so far and almost became a brand new person. There are a few scenes in the second half of the season where his decisions made me really proud of him. It's gonna be long, bare with!

I think the bravest thing Wille did this season was letting Simon go in ep 4. We of course knew he was so wrong, but Wille truly believed Simon doesn't love him anymore. He didn't see all of Simon's yearning, he didn't know Simon wrote him a love song. In Wille's eyes Simon trying to move on with Marcus and as much as it hurt, he finally accepted it. I think this was the most mature decision he's made this season, and I don't know what sort of strength one must have to let the love of his life go- I was lucky enough I never had to do that- I can't even imagine how much it hurt Wille. But he did it out of love and respect to Simon. He felt broken and hopeless too, but I believe Wille's primal reasoning here was that he loves Simon so much he just wants him to be happy, with or without him. Luckily the story didn't continue that way and it literally took Simon minutes to pull Wille back.

This one surprised me. When Simon decides to report August to the police, despite the potential damage it might have on his own and Wille's life, Wille just respects it. He told Simon he was scared, but he didn't try to change his mind. Season 1 Wille would loose his marbles in the same situation. He would probably end up shouting at Simon and calling him selfish (like he did in S1 piano room fight- which I expected). But S2 Wille trusts Simon's judgement and lets him decide for himself. Deep down he knows it's the right thing to do. And another beautiful thing that happened during this scene is Wille taking initiative to comfort Simon and hugging him. He showed Simon he supports his decision and will be there for him, no matter the consequences.

In this beautiful little scene Wille casually turns up at Simon's house to let him know he can give up the throne for him. First of all, he is so calm and collected, and he doesn't even ask for privacy, he lets Ayub and Rosh listen to their conversation- he knows they would find out anyway, but also he's not embarrassed to show his true feelings for Simon in front of his friends (and also I'm glad they were there because they needed to hear it too). But the best thing that Wille does here, after dropping the bombshell on Simon, he just walks away. He allows Simon space and time for the news to sink in and doesn't demand any answers, not even a comment. He really shows how much he starts to empathize with Simon- he must have realised it will hit Simon like a train, but he lets Simon deal with it on his own terms. S1 Wille would be dying to know what Simon thinks and he would not hesitate to ask. S2 Wille just walks away. So mature for a 16 year old.

And the final scene, my beloved. That 'I love you' whispered in his ear in dark Hillerska corridor worked wonders. The courage he's shown to admit it was him was unreal. But also it proves the amount of love he's got for Simon, that he doesn't want him having to compromise and keeping them as secret. He's grown to understand lies and secrets were not getting them anywhere. He was ready to break that circle and finally be true to his own feelings. Such a brave, beautiful moment, I'm so happy and proud he did that. They both deserved this ending, Wille and Simon.

Side note finally, we now know there is this deleted scene when Wille texts Simon at the end of ep 6, when everything is in pieces again and it almost feels like Wilmon is back to square one. As sweet as the scene is, I'm really glad that they didn't include it in the final cut, because it shows that after Sara's betrayal when Simon is ultimately sad, mad, hurt to the point of rejecting Wille, he just gives him much needed space. He doesn't try to run after him, text him, reach out, I think Wille understood that Simon needed the space and time to think things through. And that paid back beautifully. In my head, this scene doesn't exist.

Wille's gone a long way in season 2. His arc is beautifully written and makes me a proud mum 🥲 I can't wait to see him grow even more in next season- I have no doubt he will.

#that turned out long ooops #thanks to everyone who got till the end #prince wilhelms arc #young royals analysis #young royals #wilmon #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson

[leathfaic]

so soap fell first. but ghost fell harder.

the moment it clicks he knows he's done for. know he built walls around himself for ages and soap just blew them up like he did the oil rig. finds himself groaning at the thought of johnny's expression at that. later when he stitches his arm up he feels like he's committing a sin every time he touches him. because it's not just tactical now, is it? no it's more. he makes himself go on as usual but it's like a beacon has been lit in the empty cavity of his chest. every time the damn scot enters a room it flares up and ghost is sure every one must know.

soap knew from the moment they met on the tarmac that ghost was going to haunt him. he's aware of the irony. but in between that first mission when his crush hit him like a slap in the face and now a lot has changed. now he's guiding his lieutenant through the prison complex. everything in him is drowned out by the single desire to get ghost safely through this. everything in him tenses when ghost is almost spotted. everything in him is suddenly hot when he sees the brutal efficiency that is ghost with a gun and a knife. when he steps away from the screen to head out with rudy, he knows.

and they might have done something about it in the adrenaline addled state after battling through the prison. might have hugged again like they did after las almas. both unable to just leave it at that. but there was price, revealing what laswell had learned. then there was shepard and a compound to be taken back.

ghost shows his face, shows it to johnny, wants him to see because there is that vague hope that some of those lingering looks might mean more. the rest of them don't matter, not when johnny's eyes are on his the whole time and he sees that tiny smirk on his stupidly handsome face and knows that johnny can see the matching one on his.

things move fast after that. no time to talk. even on the flight to chicago, they sit next to each other like always, but soap just exploded a fucking tank and he collapses almost instantly. ghost is exhausted too, had steeled himself for a conversation but realises it's not gonna happen right now. both falling into dreamless sleep. price smiling as he sees soap's head resting on ghost's shoulder. almost tempted to take a picture when simon's head slowly comes to rest on soap's. he's had a feeling they'd work well together.

it's chicago then that changes things irreversibly. soap again alone, without a weapon but not unarmed. ghost in his ear making him deadly and desperate, he's got to get out of here. he needs to tell him.

it's ghost who feels helpless during the whole thing. resigned to watch from buildings away, glimpses of the wild chase that goes on as johnny takes care of the missile and then of his enemies. he doesn't think he ever felt more sick after taking a shot then after the one that saves soap's life. all too aware of what he almost lost again.

"i think i need another of those hugs lt..." johnny sounds smaller than usual, his voice trembles.

as if ghost could deny him anything. as if he wants to deny him anything.

he makes his way back, but keeps the line open. keeps soap with him until someone finally gets him safely out there. promises him his hug. and with his brain still running on adrenaline promises him everything else he might want from him.

this embrace is different. neither of them is willing to let go. soap's heart is still pounding. simon's starts racing again the moment they collide.

when they finally break apart there is a short, wild moment. eyes lingering and faces too close. a moment that would result in a kiss if there weren't marines and other team members standing all around them. instead there's that smirk spreading on soap's face again, and he doesn't need to see this time to know that ghost is mirroring it.

#ghostsoap #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #soapghost #johnny soap mactavish #cod #captain john price #john soap mactavish #cod hc

[hanna-kin]

Wilmon top five hugs

You know what is just as good as kisses? Or even better? Hugs!

These were so much harder than the kisses but here we go.

5.

I love how assertive Wille is. Hr obviously feels so safe in Simon's room and in Simon's company and it shows. He's such a cuddler and we know it. But here we see just how much touch ia his love language. It's the way he hugs Simon from behind, snuggles against his neck and lets their arms intertwine, rendering Simon speachless. And Simon reciprocates to it my melting into him.

4.

I love the parallel to season 1. I love how they are on the same page, which is the opposite of how they were in season 1. But the love they have for eachother is still the same. That never changed. But there they are and they have both grown so much and they are peaceful because they have eachother and it's them against the world now. It's all that matters at the moment.

And I love Simon's I love you.

3.

This was such an important moment for them. They are open with eachother, they are honest and they communicate. They are listening to eachother!

Again they have come such a long way in such short time and this is another scene that so clearly shows that.

And that's also what allows them to be there for eachother. Both are obviously struggling here but they are leaning on eachother. Even if their future is uncertain and they have no idea what will happen there's still so much hope.

Simon is going to report August but they are still going to be okay.

Wille is scared shitless about what the future will hold for him but they are still going to be okay.

One way or another.

2.

This is still my favourite scene. You knew it was coming. It's just so beautiful, with the cinematography and the music being absolutely perfect.

I can not not rank it thia high.

It's a scene that breaks my heart every time. It curshes me every time I watch it and I love it.

Wille is obviously in a very vulnerable place and he let's it show with all his guards down and his heart on his sleeve. I think this is the most vulnerable we ever see him.

He is sacred of losing Simon. Terrified even. Because he's lonely without Simon in his life and the thought of losing Simon swallows him whole.

Gone is the confident Crown Prince that took charge in the Society meeting and over ruled August's decision. Because Simon’s thoughts about him matters. He can't lose Simon.

Simon of course is disappointed with Wille at first and their fight from before lingers. However I don't think he realises how vulnerable Wille was. And when he sees it his anger melts away and he realises that Wille probably did the best he could do and that the fight affected him too.

And he's so gentle when he wraps Wille into his arms. So protective and comforting. Wille lets himself be held and kinda sinks into Simon's arms and he feels so small.

It's sad because we gets so little comfort from anyone but Simon and this is a moment where it just gets too much and it bursts.

And Simon with his huge heart and kind soul takes care of him.

1.

How could I not? I feel so many things watching this scene. It's such a beautiful scene and the perfect ending to season 1.

Wille is obviously drowning in guilt for what he did and he realises how much he messed up and he needs Simon to know how sorry he is.

He's timid at first, gently complimenting Simon's singing but there's so much sadness and sorrow in his voice.

Simon is alot better at hiding his feelings and his heartbreak but it's obvious that he's hurting so much.

Especially when Wille hugs him and he closes his eyes and grabs at Wille's coat. You can feel he's as desperate for Wille's love as Wille is for his. You know that he's absolutely crushed over losing Wille. It's like he allows himself one final moment together. He knows he's made the right decision but it hurts. So much.

It's an important hug because it's Wille validating their love. It's him saying he's sorry and that he loves him even before he says it out loud. But it's also important because Wille is hugging Simon infront of everyone. He's not hiding.

And then he says I'm sorry and I love you.

You know how much it means to Simon to hear Wille say it but it's not enough. It can't make everything alright. He knows that. He still loves Wille but they can’t be together and he has to be strong.

He's so strong. So brave. He has so much integrity and he stands up for himself even if he hurts.

#young royals #young royals thoughts #yr top five series #wilmon #wilhelm x simon #simon x wilhelm

[atlasscrumpit]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x John 'Soap' Mactavish

Red Blood White Sheets

Summary: Ghost thought he was immune to interrogation, he finds out what he can really lose in this fight

He wouldn't crack, Ghost never cracked.

No matter the torture, no matter the pain he went through, he would never crack.

That's what he thought, he thought he had trained himself well enough.

But, now with Soap here in front of him gasping for breath, he was willing to give everything up just to make sure Soap wasn't in pain any longer.

He was willing to let his entire team and himself die if it meant Soap would live.

"Enough!" He shouted to the kidnappers he they stopped carving piece of skin out of Soap's back.

"Lt, don't you fuckin dare!" Soap yelled before he was kicked in the head, making him fall over.

"I'll fuckin tell you everything." Ghost muttered as he looked down at Soap.

He didn't take his eyes off Soap while he listed off everything they wanted to know.

"I gave it to you, now let him go." Ghost growled as he heard the man laugh.

He heard the cock of a gun and tried to rush forward, but it was too late.

Soap's blood sprayed against Ghost's face as his soul died inside of his body.

--

Simon woke up in a cold sweat as he felt tears run down his face.

He panted heavily while gripping at his damp sheets.

"Johnny." He muttered as he quickly threw the sheets off his body and jumped up.

He threw his mask on and his hoodie over it before he stormed out into the cold night.

He didn't even know if he was thinking, or maybe he was just on autodrive.

He found his way to Soap's bunk and hesitated before he knocked on the door.

He gave three loud raps to the door.

"Open up, MacTavish." Ghost grumbled as he waited for the door to open.

When it did he couldn't help but just stare at Soap, he looked tired and messy, but he was alive.

"What the hell, Lt? It's fuckin 3am." Soap grumbled, he looked up and noticed that Ghost's eyes were different.

Instead of cold eyes burning into his soul he saw vulnerability and fear.

"Simon? Are you okay?" Johnny ask as Simon's eyes moved between Soap's.

Ghost finally looked away and stared down at the ground.

"Just got cold that's all and I know sometimes you get lonely." Ghost muttered as a small half grin crept onto Soap's face.

"You're completely right, Si. You know me so well." He said in amusement before he moved away from the door, open for Ghost to walk in.

Simon slowly walked in and stood in the middle of the room.

This wasn't the first time Simon had walked into Soap's room.

He learnt it was best to just let Simon in and lay down, Si could decide whatever he wanted.

Soap crawled back into the warmth of his bed and watched Simon.

Ghost groaned and ripped his mask and hoodie off before he climbed beside Soap.

"What was the dream about?" Soap asked as he wrapped his arms around Ghost's body and closed his eyes.

He knew Simon wasn't great at affection.

"I cracked under interrogation." Ghost grumbled as his arms slowly coiled around Johnny's body.

"Doesn't sound so bad, Lt." Soap said as he felt Simon do something he'd never done before.

He felt Simon's hand slowly go up and down his back in a soft soothing way.

Ghost's voice dropped down, sounding even more vulnerable.

"I saw you being tortured and then they shot you." Ghost admitted as Soap nodded a little.

"In that moment I was willing to give everything up just to stop them from hurting you. Seeing you bloodied and..." Ghost muttered as Soap looked up at him.

"It was a dream, Lt. You feel me now don't you? Feel the warmth of my body and feel my heartbeat." Soap reassured him as Ghost looked down into Johnny's eyes.

Simon leant forward and pressed his forehead against Johnny's.

"Right here with you, Lt."

#Cod #ghost cod #cod mw22 #cod mwii #Soap #ghost x soap #Ghost #simon ghost riley #Ghostsoap #Soapghost #john soap mactavish #Fluff #Fic

[wings-of-a-storm]

Today I find myself consumed by the infamous Simon-Harbouring-Wille’s-Jumper Scenes.  (I swear, Simon putting on Wille’s jumper to feel close to him is some real Brokeback Mountain shizz right there, and frankly how dare he do this to himself and to us! But moving on…)

The infamous Jumper Scenes are pretty much a series of whyyyy questions that torment me on rotation: Why did Simon take Wille’s jumper before anyone else could? Why did he never even try to return it? Why are the writers doing this to us? And why did Simon choose to wear what he did to his Netflix date with Marcus after wearing it?

Send help because I think the beauty of the Jumper Scenes is that they are rife with all sorts of potential interpretations -- but it also means I can never make my mind up!

Okay so Q1: Why did Simon quickly yank Wille's jumper into his custody and hide it under his desk in the first place?

Simon grabbed that jumper so fast, it was like he was worried that someone else was going to take it instead (or that the teacher wouldn’t let him). The fact that he went as far as hiding it from sight under his desk really shows how determined he was to keep it in his custody. It feels like there had to be so much going on subconsciously for Simon to react the way he did there.

Were there elements of needing comfort in confusion? (ie. ‘I hate how this situation feels. Should I do something to try and intervene or leave it be? Let me just hold this remaining link to him until I decide’)

Were there elements of strategy? (ie. ‘I don't know why he is being forced to leave, but if I have his jumper then this is a plausible excuse to go talk to him in person and find out. I’m not letting any teacher or student get their hands on it instead.’)

Were there elements of protectiveness? (ie. ‘I know Wille best so I should be the one to take care of his jumper until it can be returned to him’)

And finally, was there panic driving an instinctual need to hold onto Wille to stop him from leaving (with the jumper acting as a symbol of Wille that Simon can physically hold onto in that moment)?

Whichever combination it was, taking that jumper would have felt like regaining some sense of control in a moment of helplessness. I love that Simon did that instinctually.

But I am so curious as to what excuse Simon gave to himself for taking the jumper. How did he justify it? Especially at a time when he knew maintaining space away from Wille was necessary for his health.

I wonder if he tried to brush it off initially as just a way of securing himself a plausible reason to get access to Wille to return it (and thus have a chance to talk to him to get to the bottom of things without Felice being the middle man).

Or was he cognisant that Wille’s sudden departure forced a split-second choice onto him -- whether he wanted Wille in his life or not -- and his jumper-snatching hands had made that choice for him before his head could catch up. That split-second choice exposed some hidden parameters of Simon’s intention to get over Wille: that 'space' from Wille did not mean 'complete absence' of him. There was a hidden, non-negotiable clause in Simon’s plan and that was that Wille had to still be present in Simon's life even if that meant it would take far longer to get over him. And now Simon is aware of his own caveat and has to act on it by seeking out the headmistress.

Okay, fine, cool, fair enough to Simon. But then...

Q2) Why did he keep the jumper and never return it once the crisis had passed?

Once Simon realised he still had Wille’s jumper in his bag, he had ample opportunity to pack it back in his bag and return it to Wille at school. Easy-peasy. It’s not like he needed it as an excuse to talk to Wille anymore, nor did he need to keep it as a souvenir of Wille since Wille didn’t actually leave. So what excuse did he use to keep it this time? That it was for the sake of the Jubilee because without its scent he couldn’t compose the modernised school song? XD

I know that obviously on a storytelling level, Simon kept the jumper because it is meant to represent his feelings for Wille (ie. treasured, kept close to him in secret, never discarded, unable to be let go of, etc), but I want to know why Simon could never consciously bring himself to return it when he knew that keeping it there in the room with him was completely sabotaging his own plan to get over Wille. I mean, he was so determined to get over Wille because it was agony not to but then he chose to keep Wille’s jumper under his pillow. Where treasured things go. That is not moving on, Simon!

So is that the answer? Simon was aware that he was struggling to let Wille go and this was his way of compromising? He thought he should be strong at school and avoid talking to Wille, but while it still hurts, he could get his secret fix of him in a controlled weaning in the safety of his bedroom? Because in the moments of stillness when he can’t quite distract himself from missing Wille, he can just take Wille’s jumper out and catch Wille’s scent on it or put it on and feel like Wille’s arms are around him, and that is a safe form of missing him because Wille’s not there in person to tempt him…

Oh Simon, you sweet self-saboteur…

But hang on just one minute because Q3! What was that boy thinking wearing his version of Wille’s orange jumper to his Netflix & Chill attempt with Marcus?

Like yes, I know Simon has worn that orange jumper before, but of all his jumpers, why did he change into that one that night? Swapping one shade of orange for another…

It happened after he stared himself down in the mirror for being such a pathetic, lovesick moper, wearing his ex’s jumper (that he stole). Was he hoping that he would be able to override the power of Wille’s Sniffable Orange Jumper™ (and thus Wille himself) by associating the colour orange with Marcus instead? Borrow the power of orange jumpers to jump-start the flame of attraction and then BAM a new sexy memory is unlocked and Wille’s Orange Jumper™ becomes just a pile of who-the-eff-cares cashmere (or whatever it is made from)? Because……. boy, there are easier ways to stop moping. Like just returning the jumper to Wille?

Or was it an entirely unconscious choice? He was just vibing orange when he looked through his closet that evening (because his subconscious was screaming ‘never forget about Wille!’).

Oh these damn jumper scenes do my head in in the best way. There’s so much room for interpretation and varying levels of angst. As I said earlier, send help.

#Young Royals #YR thoughts #simon eriksson #wilmon #orange is the new confusion #if that jumper could talk...

[thekatebridgerton]

So I read a post of your takes on Yandere Bridgertons and I’m like YAS! They all have blood in their hands, Daphne is definitely acts elegantly sophisticated when she murders all those who hurt her Simon and emotionally manipulative him and he apologizes to her. Francesca, seems normal until she lost John and when she falls for Michael, she lost her marbles and has outbursts when she thinks se is going to lose him. Gregory and Hyacinth definitely lean towards manipulation but also deadly.

Okay so, secret kink here. I love my Yandere heroes. Call them toxic and unhealthy all you want but I don't care, I’ve got my guilty pleasures you’ve got yours and there’s no shame.

Dear readers who like your fictional relationships healthy, hear this trigger warning. This post is not for you. I repeat this post is not for you:

Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means “to be sick,” and the second is deredere, used here for “lovestruck.” A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest.

You know I loved writing this take, because I don’t generally get to write about characters with no moral fiber getting a romatic storyline and there’s just something so wicked about cruel romance. so for those of you who don’t mind toxic in your romantic storylines. hit the keep reading button.

Daphne actually, I think out of all her sisters, she'd never bother to hide that she's unhinged. Like, she knows what she's doing when she's smiling and opening her fan and putting the fear of God into people's hearts one ball at a time. Simon went into his marriage with eyes wide open to how she was willing to hurt everyone but him but probably the moment that broke him psychologically was the dubious consent scene where she didn’t care that he didn’t want to have a child, because she loved him and how could he not want to have a baby with her? that’s terrible. That's when he learned that even he wasn't exempt form her tendency to trample on people to get her way. Especially him.

Usually when people start dropping like flies around him, Simon just nervously looks into his teacup and moves away from the dead bodies. His attractive to Daphne is that Simon isn't afraid of gore but has the self preservation to not start fights he can't finish. That's why she loves him so much. Her husband the Duke. And he loves her too, his sweet dear psycho diamond. Even if she’s a little odd.  

Anthony: to give him some credit he did try to marry a woman he wouldn't love so his wife and children could at least have a different upbringing than he did. Since Violet and Edmund were two very intense yanderes, both with each other and their kids. He tried to fight his attraction to Kate, he knew he would ruin her life. He was being as selfless as he could by courting Edwina.

Aaaaand then Kate had to bite him. She was hiding under his desk while he tried to woo his ex mistress to forget about Kate and she bit him. Ever since then he decided that this was enough justification to do what he wanted and tame her into submission. If she were his Viscountess she wouldn't go around biting people, he'd make sure of it. So he seduced her and made her his, and now her life is ruined because she keeps fighting back at Anthony's attempts to make her behave, she doesn't understand it's because because he loves her, the blackmail, corporal punishment, extortion and holding Mary hostage in an unknown location 'for Mary's safety' are also because he loves her too.

Kate has tried running away multiple times. Anthony thinks getting him to chase her turns her on. So he always finds her and brings her back (I'm not sure Kate remained all that sane after the day Anthony cried with fake sadness the first time she had a broken leg. Hearing him lament at what kind of monster would sabotage the wheel of a carriage a Viscountess uses? Because only a maniac would do that, made Kate realize that he'd rather kill her than let her go). One of these days, Anthony is sure that Kate is going to pick up a gun and aim it to his head. He can hardly wait. 

Benedict: obsessive to the bone, he cajoled and manipulated Sophie into falling inlove with him and not satisfied with that he full on kidnapped Sophie after they got married. He loves her, she's been so hurt by the world, except him, he would never hurt her. So Benedict's solution is to simply deny the world access to Sophie (or Sophie access to the outside world).

She lives isolated from anyone but him in My Cottage. Sophie has a seemingly happy life in the countryside where all her whims are provided for exept going outside and having friends. Their servants are all perfectly trained highly recommended mute maids and footmen (see how good he is Sophie, hiring and training servants who haven't found employment elsewhere just because of voice impediments). And she goes everywhere with Benedict, and If she wants to see outside world and he's not with her she's got at least 3 maids and 10 footmen around her trained to both help her and not let her escapade.

On the outside Sophie may act like she thinks her husband is a bit excessive due to being raised a noble. But Benedict rarely knows what she's really thinking on the inside. It spurns his obsession into a deeper level, because Sophie stopped telling him her honest thoughts after he kidnapped/confined her 'for her own good'. So he's always unsure if she's staying with him because she loves him or if she's staying because she's smart enough to plan a better escape than Kate.

Colin: he was suave, he even looks like the least unhinged of his brothers. He was cautious in his approach to making Penelope love him, he was patient even. Colin was All smiles and cute jokes, he lowered her guard, seduced her into marrying him willingly, when he discovered her secret he was even more convinced she was his soulmate. Never let Penelope know he had her seduction planned all along. And Penelope fell for it hook line and sinker. Her leaving LW and retiring her column to focus on her novels and being his wife was also his idea. ( Or maybe it's his wife the one who's played him, we don't know, Penelope does love keeping secrets after all, she may be just as obsessed with him as he is with her)

Eloise: Completely set out to break Phillip physiologically, and gaslighted him into relying only on her. She fell inlove with his letters after Marina died and made sure to spread rumors around the countryside that Phillip had actually killed his first wife. slowly making him a pariah in his community, so that when Eloise showed up at his estate as the seemingly answer to all his problems, Phillip didn’t even question why she acted like she owned the place. Poor Phillip, so grateful that Eloise believes in him and loves him, he really couldn’t live without her. Look at his unruly children, tamed by her magic (so easy to win over with a few well placed candy coated bribes and manipulation behind his back).  

Eloise made sure to spread rumors about Phillip all the way to London that makes everyone avoid him. But fear not, she’s not scared of him, Eloise knows Phillip would never hurt her, she knows he didn’t kill his wife, Marina was sick obviously. How could anyone think he’d be an abusive husband when he was so kind to Eloise?. Phillip in turn think’s Eloise is an angel from heaven and will hear no word against her, she saved him from despair (that she created) how generous and loving of Eloise, to become his wife when he’s nothing compared to her. He’s completely under her spell. And if Eloise pushes a person or two into the lake, well, that’s just her defending their home. 

About Francesca... She may have loved John to death, literally. It's unclear under what circumstances John died, but Anthony suspects Francesca's mischief making took her too far one day and killed her husband. Maybe it was an accident, maybe her sneaky Yandere manipulations killed him, maybe he tried to leave her. Point is Francesca was left with a lot of guilt over it. And kept trying to convince Michael that she was bad news and he shouldn't be inlove with her because she had a tendency to go overboard....

Until Michael kept trying to convince her that he wasn't going to leave and that he was perfectly okay with her wicked behavior. Actually while John wanted to increase Francesca's good impulses, Michael is all about feeding her bad nature and encouraging Francesca to do what she wants and use him like a toy. Then one day, she finally lets lose and he realizes, she's the reason his previous lovers kept dissapearing. And that it's now his job to make sure Francesca's obsession with not being left alone doesn't claim anymore victims. It's either that or throwing away his inhibitions and developing a murder kink. ( She does think he looks handsome covered in blood )

Hyacinth: married a fan of her work. She's the social princess of the ton, fell inlove with Gareth because he seemed to be looking for someone he could share a connection. So she made up an excuse about diamonds and replicated his grandmother handwriting in an old journal to take advantage of his naive soul. Yandere Hyacinth probably went full Hannibal x Will Graham with Gareth, leading him down the path of cruelty and immorality by rationalizing that what she was doing was actually not that bad, until he was morally corrupt enough to kill his adoptive father with no remorse. But on the bright side, they are both very protective of Lady Danbury and pretend to be the perfect couple in her eyes. 

Gregory: A special case, he actually thought he was the normal one in his family. grew up incredibly well adjusted. And then he crossed paths with Lucy’s brand of sociopathy. He was out there minding his own business, having a crush on Hermione, and then he realized, it was Lucy who was pulling the strings playing at revenge while everyone remained oblivious.

Not just by repeatedly telling Hermione not to run away with someone unsuitable knowing that’s what she’d do, but also but arranging things so that Richard would fall for Hermione, leading to a scandal that would make her uncle angry at Richard long enough to make a mistake that would lead him to get arrested. All while Lucy was safely married off to Haselby and played innocent victim. Lucy just didn’t factor Gregory recognizing a sociopath when he saw one, at most he was going to be used to make Richard jealous. And that’s it, Gregory was inlove, he had to have her, he wanted in with her game.

So Gregory turned the tables on Lucy’s careful plans, and pretended to help her, by trying to woo Hermione, when he was really just getting close to her. And subtly manipulating her into place, why ruin her revenge plan, when he could simply....Modify it so that she couldn’t get away from him at the last chapter. Her husband didn’t need to be Haselby, it could be anyone else lending her a shield against her uncle. So what if he has to ruin a wedding or two? nobody touches what’s his. And he deserves true love like the rest of his family, why shouldn’t he take it?. Lucy will be furious, but only for a while.  Lol I think the marriage between Lucy and Gregory is the most fun because they live to try to outmaneuver each other, he’s a yandere and she’s a sociopath, and Richard and Hermione are their favorite torture subjects. While Lucy and Gregory engineer all sort of disasters for them to suffer from. (Lucy will never get over the fact that her brother left her to rot in the countryside with their evil uncle, nor does she care to be used to make Hermione look better) Gregory naturally feels even more convinced they are soulmates and often ties Lucy to the bed to prove it. 

and that’s it that’s the post. What do you think dear readers.

#just in case #yandere HC #as in cero moral fiber #kanthony #polin #philoise #benophie #franchel #grecy #hyraeth

[thefunniestguy]

hmmMMmmm, any thoughts ab Simon and Marceline ? (Esp in ‘I Remember You’ since I’m thinking about that episode a lot)

OH MAN DEFINITELY ,,, let's seeeee,,,,,,

Hmm , !! First !!!! I think it's ,,, sooooooooo just so very in general how a part of the Ice King remembers Marceline !! I know the entire point of one of those scenes (which ,, mmmm made me uncomfortable , but not much i can do lol) was to show how little he remembers , but !!! in marceline's little song before "i remember you" mentions how they always find their way back to each other !! he find marceline over and over , no matter how hard she tries !!!! maybe a part of that is emotions on her part ? i don't think it's what was intended , but her singing "every time i move eventually you find me , and start hanging around" would be fun if she also meant that she couldn't forget simon - like , no matter where she was , she was reminded of him . buuuuut i know it most definitely means he literally would find her , make up "another lame excuse" to see her , and try and spend time with her . ANYWAY all that to say , i do think there's a part of the ice king who remembers marcy !! even if he doesn't have the memories , or the exact feelings , a part of him is trying so desperately to remember the feelings . unfortunately for both marceline and the viewer , he most likely gets those feelings confused with the other feeling he's been searching for for so long - love . which , like i said , uncomfortable <//3 /lh

this is going off track of "i remember you" but !! about young marcy and not-quite-as-old simon !!! i think their relationship is THE GREATEST ,,,,,,, ofc it's also very much tragic , but when i'm not thinking about what ends up happening , their relationship makes me kinda happy in a way !! in that world , neither of them had anything . the world had practically ended - they were living in a post-apocalyptic nuclear wasteland . simon lost his fiancee , marcy lost her mom . they were two lost and lonely people , both absolutely scared , both absolutely needing a friend !! it's just sweet ,,,, they both cared for each other so much :(( thinking of how hard simon tried to get marcy SOUP because he most definitely felt guilty that she got a cold thanks to his powers !! thinking of how long marcy held onto hambo , a gift that simon got her in an attempt to cheer her up !!! SIMON PRETENDING TO BE A TV , just having father-daughter-like bonding with her !!!!! then , the tragic bits of their relationship :((( like how hard simon tried to not let the crown take over , yet feeling like he had NO CHOICE but to put it on !! how else was he going to save marcy ?? not only was the crown calling to him , but he had to save marceline . she was all he had left in the world !! as far as he knew , it really was just him and her in the wreckage of the world !!! the remains of life were practically out to get them - it wasn't safe , and wasn't something he figured could be handled normally . he was willing to risk his sanity for marceline . and , when he realized how dangerous he was becoming , he left her . because he wanted to keep her safe , even if safe meant that she had to be away from him ,,,,

I , honestly don't know how to add to this , but thinking about "i remember you" again ,, the line in simon's letter / the song "i need to save you , but who's going to save me ?" has me SO mentally ill,,,,,,, the entirety of that letter shows how confused / desperate / even scared simon must have felt . he just needed to keep marcy safe , and he knew it'd tear at his sanity and he was probably terrifying of that !! but he was selfless , in my opinion , letting the crown take over in order to keep marceline safe . even if someone thinks "uhhhhh ok but he didn't NEED the crown to keep her safe !!" then maybe i dunno (looking at the scene w the zombies ,,,,,,, maybe not ,,) but that's ignoring the fact that simon's mind began deteriorating the moment he put on the crown . the crown "spoke to him." to him , he was doing what would save marcy , and i think that makes him selfless ! anyway also "please forgive me for whatever i do when i don't remember you" ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, he must have been so sad ,,,,,,, and scared :((( and guilty :(((((((((( this entire song man ,,,,,,,,,, i can't even get into the second verse , bc GOD it's just . man . "i can feel myself slipping away" "i swear it wasn't me , it was the crown" GOD . OH MY GOD . man . holy moly .

#that last paragraph was 100% just a simon ramble SONDFOIANG #THANK YOU AGAIN SO MUCH HONESTLY . I APPRECIATE YOU SENDING THESE IN !!!!! /GEN /POS #you have helped my poor little brain /gen

[ceciiibaby]

Could you do a Jordan and Simone from all American Smut Maybe they got in an argument and he comes to her house to make it up to her

I got you babbbbbe! I love Jordan so much so please ignore me if I get a little too excited with this one. I hope you enjoy love 🤍

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you flap it guys), swearing, some passionate choking, and daddy kink if you squint just right

If there is one thing that Jordan Baker knows how to do, it is forgive. Despite the preconceived notions that some may have about him based on his muscular physique and wickedly good looks, Jordan has a pretty big heart when it comes to the people that he loves. After all, we all make mistakes in life. No one is perfect. These words play continuously in his head as he sits in his car, parked in front of his girlfriend's home.

Jordan tries to forgive and make amends when he is not on good terms with someone in his life, but Simone Hicks is not always willing to be the bigger person. After being friends for so many years, he is more than aware of just how stubborn his girl can be. But today, Jordan didn't want to argue with her. She had gotten upset with him because he did not remember a conversation that they had a few days ago. "Jesus Christ. Do you care about anything that I have to say?" Simone knew deep down that she was not upset with Jordan. She was feeling a little overwhelmed due to some personal issues that she was having, and she didn't want to worry him. She knew that he would worry regardless, but it was always easier to get mad than to be vulnerable. At least in the beginning.

Jordan truly loved her. Despite the things that she had done in the past. So as she grabbed her things and stormed out of the restaurant that they had chosen for lunch, she knew that she needed to apologize.

As Simone stood at the front door, she closed her eyes and tried to think about what she would say once she had made it to his car. Maybe she could give him a blowjob and all would be forgiven. "Yeah right," she whispered to herself. That was definitely not going to happen. Just when Simone had mustered the courage to reach for her keys, there was a knock from the other side of the door. Opening it, she came face to face with the only person that she wanted to see in this moment.

"Jordan? I was just about to walk out to your car."

"Wait," he said quietly. "You knew that I was out there?"

His voice was enough to make her weak in the knees. She had missed him, even if it was only for a couple of hours.

"Even if I didn't see you, I knew you would come. Eventually."

He hesitated for a second. "Listen, babe. I am sorry-"

"You don't have anything to apologize for. I am the one who needs to be apologizing to you. I just have so much shit going on right now and I took it out on you but I shouldn't have because you have always made an effort to be there for me and I know that it's not good to keep so much inside but I just hate it when we argue and I don't want you to be mad at me and I'm sorry."

As her words came rushing out, Jordan did his best to hear everything that she was saying. But he couldn't stop thinking about one thing.

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her body against his.

"I am here because I want to be. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have come all this way. I get that you are going through it right now, and I wish that I could help you. I really do. But I can't be there if you won't tell me what you need."

The only thing that Simone needed was for Jordan to pin her against her kitchen counter and fuck all of her anxiety away. She could see the corners of his mouth turning up slowly into a smirk. He knows her too well. He leans down and wraps his arms around her waist, whispering into her ear. "I got you, baby. Daddy will take good care of you." The joking tone in his voice does nothing to soothe the ache that is growing between her legs. This is going to be a long night.

--------2 Hours Later-----------

With her face pressed into the sheets, there is no where for Simone to run. Jordan has his thick cock pressed so deeply into her that she cannot remember where she ends and he begins. "Fuck, baby. You feel so good wrapped around me." Kissing down her back slowly, Jordan closes his eyes and focuses on the sounds that are falling from her mouth. His thrusts speed up as he feels her start to move her body back to meet his hips. "Fuck, Jordan. You're so deep." He slaps her ass and watches with fascination as he sees her juices leaking down her thighs and onto the bedsheets. "Look at me, baby." Simone makes an effort to look back at him, and he takes this opportunity to wrap his hands around her throat gently. "That's it baby. Keep taking it all. You're doing so good." Simone feels the knot in her stomach becoming even tighter as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Jordan had found her spot, and he focused all of his strength on keeping her still as he slammed into her with a passion. The sweat that dripped from their bodies did nothing to cool either of them off. The air was charged with an electric current that they both could feel coursing through their veins. "Please don't stop," she cried out. The sounds that her pussy was making would have made a nun blush if she heard them, but Jordan was more turned on now than ever. "That's it, girl. You're wetting my dick so good. Look at you dripping all over me. Good girl. You better get ready to lick all of that shit up when we're done. But right now, I wanna fill up this tight pussy. Fuck, I'm finna ruin you, baby." Simone was so close to the edge. She just needed a single push. The feeling of Jordan's rough fingers rubbing figure eights on her clit was heaven on Earth. And then it happened. This was the strongest orgasm that she had ever experienced. But her man was nowhere near tired as he flipped her over and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Oh, he was going to be the death of her...

#all american #jordan baker #simone hicks #smut #requests open

[islestea]

Part 5. The most difficult moment of the season.

Since we are at that point in the season where we all fear that there is a possibility that team players will be moved, it seemed very appropriate for me to bring up this topic today, as it is the “wonderful” trade season for the wags.

I think that for the players this is already a difficult time of the season since they don't know what other teams they can be sent to from one day to the next, for the wags it is just as difficult since they are the ones in charge of carrying out the entire transfer process from one city to another. This happens because in this case the player, in case of being exchanged, must immediately arrive in the city for which he will play now to start practicing with the team, so he only packs the basics and leaves, on the contrary, his partner must take care of packing everything and follow him to the new city that will now be considered their "home". I think this is an example of why most of them mention that they do not have a specific home since they do not know how much time they spend in the same place.

I consider that they carry a big weight on top in this aspect since they must have a great organization to figure out how to make a new life in a new place, in the end when they arrive they must adapt and start over, discover new places, jobs, home, department, schools for their children etc. I also think that when it is the case of families it is even more difficult since not only the couple is going through the transition of change but also the children, they must leave everything they know to go to a new place and adapt to it, the wags must see all this and without anyone's help since their husband must be focused on the game and in many cases they still do not know anyone in the new city. In the off season it is already difficult to have to face the question of knowing if the player will remain in the same team or not, I don't want to imagine in these cases where everything is so fast and sudden.

When Karine's husband Simon Gagne was traded to the LA Kings she mentioned “I knew we had to move again and it's hard when you get used to a place, but we're happy about this new challenge in LA,” says Karine , who met Simon in high school. "It's easier considering my kids are not going to school, but still it's a lot of organization." Definitely having to make a move of this kind at any time is very difficult, it is always a new and pleasant experience but it implies many sacrifices and things to take into account.

Hailing from Quebec City, Karine admits that her biggest fear of her as a newcomer is that her family of her is so far away, and with Simon on the road, should something happen to her, she does n't know who would take care of her children. This is a heart-wrenching reality for all of the women who have had to take their families to foreign cities on a whim and with little support. Something positive that I can observe is that in some cases, unfortunately not all, some wags have the support of others when they arrive in a new city because they know them of other teams or similar reasons, which can make the adaptation process much more easier while they know the rest of the group.

“Whereas Simon signed with the Kings during the off-season, some players are traded mid-season and without warning, which is even worse for their wives, who are left to pack and move everything as the player reports immediately to the new city. ” Karine said.

"It's not like I would have Dustin's help if he were to get traded mid-season," says Nicole. “I hope that we never have to experience it, but at the same time, this is the life I signed up for when I married Dust.

On the other hand, within this same topic, I think that something that is not considered as much is the wags that for personal reasons cannot follow their partner to the new city, because yes, we all know that being a wag implies that you must be willing to face to this lifestyle, leaving everything at any time to go to a new place but, there are cases where certain wags for studies, work, family or different reasons cannot move and I think this also has many implications since they also go through an adaptation process, keeping their relationship at a distance which also has its implications.

I think this season must be very stressful for many of these women and I think it is important to take it into account as well as for each person who goes through an unexpected move, even if it is not from the world of sports, and I admire that they can carry out all this on their own.

I hope you like this part, take advantage of the fact that this trade season has just ended and let's see what happens, I hope that the wags that had to go through some change will not be as difficult for them as anyone who is going through a similar situation, remember that you can share your opinions and leave suggestions of topics that you would like me to talk about in future chapters.

#hockey gossip #hockey tea #hockey #wags #nhl wags #hockey wags #islestea

[snarkwrites]

ssw | pietro maximoff; you make my heart beat faster. [ suggestive ]

Notes:

Okay, so.. This is kind of a follow up to the one shot I wrote a few months ago, happy birthday. So this picks up the next day. Idk where this idea came from or if it even makes sense when read immediately after that one, but ah well. My brain kept nagging at me to write the thing so I wrote the thing.

[ happy birthday ] for those who haven't read it already.

The translation: ty chuvstvuyesh', chto delayesh' so mnoy, kotenok = "do you feel what you're doing to me, kitten?" loosely via Google translate.

Prompts:

taken from either [ HERE ] or [ HERE ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

the daydream of him inside you // seeing the bulge in his pants // you make my heart beat faster. - those were all the prompts / inspiration used to write this.

Fandom / Character:

MCU / Pietro Maximoff x Barton!OFC, Nicola.

Other Writing Nicola / Pietro can be found in:

[ happy birthday ] + several other oooold posts way back on the blog I think. I wanna write a fic for them one day. We shall see, though.

Warnings:

[ NSFW. Absolutely no minors.] If you're underage, this was not written for you -nor should you be reading it. If you choose to keep reading, this is strictly a you problem. I can't do anything about it. I warned you.

Things you need to be warned about before reading: implied sexual encounter.

Yes. I realize that I don't go full into writing out the scene. But there's enough here that anyone underage has zero business reading it. So, I'm warning you guys now.

Tagging:

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@micolegg

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“Are you feeling okay? You’ve barely touched your food, Nicola.”

My mom’s concerned question cut through my thoughts and I made myself smile, nodding. Taking a bite as I replied through a mouthful, “I’m fine. Was just thinking. That’s all.”

“About?” my mom eyed me expectantly. Hints of an amused smile played at her lips. I hesitated for a moment. If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost swear that somehow she knew something was up.

,, would it be a stretch to think so? One, she is my mom and two, I’ve been acting skittish and just plain out of it all damn day...” the thought came and as quickly as it did, I shoved it down in the depths of my brain.

I shrugged. “ Nothing in particular.” I gave the vaguest answer I could come up with. If she had one tenth of a clue what I’d really been thinking about just now, I’m honestly not sure how she’d react to it.

I’d been replaying last night over and over again in my mind all day. Every single part of me was dying to ask Pietro if it meant anything or not but at the same time, every single part of me was also scared to death to do that very thing. The one or two times we’d been alone with each other today and I did try, the words got stuck in my throat. And he wasn’t behaving any differently than he normally did, so I kind of just… Let it go. Started to convince myself that making the two of us love the night before was just a one time thing. As my best friend Simone would put it, “Sometimes, you just need to scratch that itch.”

The whole problem with her theory is that even now, having scratched this particular itch.. I wanted to do it again. And again.

I wanted so much more than that too. The brief glimpse I’d gotten of Pietro beneath the sarcasm and the flirty swagger the night before completely did me in. I’d gone from trying hard to keep him at arms length to falling head over feet in love with him and knowing this drove me crazy.

I felt someone staring at me.

I looked up just as Pietro was looking down. Pouting to myself a little, I reached out to grab the spoon in the bowl of mashed potatoes to scoop another serving onto my plate. Pietro reached for the spoon at the same time and when our hands brushed, I felt this little jolt.

He moved his hand but not until he’d let it linger against mine for a second or two. His gaze not leaving mine for the entirety of it. Under the table, my thighs clenched tight. I could see his hands all over me again in my head. Feel his cock buried deep inside me.

I went from a little wet to full on soaked between the mental imagery and the brush of his hand against mine. My stomach coiled.

My body tensed a little.

I dropped my gaze first, busying myself with putting more potatoes on my plate. Pietro kept watching me.

My parents were talking at the head of the table as my mom fed Nathaniel some smushed peas and carrots... My little sister scarfed down her food and then shot out of her chair and out the backdoor to go play a game of tag with my brother in the backyard before it got to dark to play and they had to come inside.

I dared to glance up from shoveling food into my mouth and Pietro gave a teasing wink. Biting his lip as he openly fucked me with his eyes.

And there it went.. The lazy flip flop of my stomach. And no matter what I tried, I couldn’t tear my eyes out of the ocean blue depths of his.

I couldn’t take any more of the torture that was being around him and not having the courage to ask what I was dying to know so I stood and grabbed my plate as soon as I finished eating, making my way into the kitchen to put it in the sink.

I went ahead and washed it while I stood there. I was just drying the plate and about to put it away in the cabinet overhead when I felt Pietro’s muscular body press against me from behind. Wordlessly, he took the plate from my hand and sat it on the top of the stack inside. I turned to face him.

This put us body to body.

I swallowed hard. My mouth opened and closed and for about five or six seconds, I willed myself to say something. Do something.

But I couldn’t bring myself to. Because as much as I was dying to know whether last night was a one time thing or if there was really something between us… Parts of me were scared to death that if I asked, I wouldn’t like the answer.

And that kept me quiet.

Pietro’s hand raised. Reaching out. Brushing strands of hair out of my eyes. I barely restrained a whimper at the touch. His eyes flashed a brighter blue and his head tilted slightly as he stared down at me.

Lost in thought.

His hips pressed into mine harder. When I felt the bulge in his jeans, I took a few shaky breaths. His hand rested on my hip, squeezing. Digging the tips of his fingers into it. He leaned down slightly and his mouth grazed the shell of my ear as he asked, “ty chuvstvuyesh', chto ty delayesh' so mnoy, kotenok?” in a breathless whisper.

If I thought I was wet before, hearing him speak to me in his native tongue had me soaked. Absolutely flooded. The only word I could pick out of whatever he’d asked was kitten. And as usual, when he called me kitten, my heart fluttered just a little more in my chest. He rocked himself into me clumsily and I sucked in a breath.

“Pietro.” I muttered. I was right on the verge of asking him what he’d just said. And asking him about what the night before truly was, if he felt anything or if it just kinda… happened. But just as I thought I’d finally be able to get the words out, it’s like my brain froze up all over again. I frowned at myself in frustration and sighed, shaking my head. “Nothing. It’s silly.”

I heard my dad calling my name from the next room, so I stepped away from Pietro reluctantly and went to leave the kitchen. Pietro grabbed hold of my hips, holding me in place for a few seconds. Staring down at me.

“ I need to talk to you later, kotenok. Alone.”

All I could do was nod. Tell him that I was going to go up to my room in a few minutes.

He nodded.

I stepped away and walked into the next room, only barely managing to pull myself together enough to talk to my parents without either one of them seeming to be aware of just how flustered I truly was.

As soon as I got done talking to my dad, I made my way upstairs. Shutting the door to my room and leaning against it just to hopefully pull myself together.

I still couldn’t.

I flopped across my bed, picking up the Anatomy book and my notebook, preparing to start studying again for the final I had coming up soon and just as I settled into it, there were two knocks at my bedroom door.

I slipped off the bed, wandering over to the door. Opening it.

Pietro leaned in the doorway, gazing down at me. That hungry look in his eyes again.

I stepped out of the doorway and let him into my room, shutting the door behind me. When I turned around to face him, we were body to body. Leaning into me, he put a hand against the door, just above my head. I could feel him straining even harder against his jeans. His other hand raised, resting against the side of my face. Cradling my cheek as he closed the distance between our mouths.

I started out with my palm down. Determined to keep distance between us until I finally worked up the courage to ask my question, hear my dreaded answer and be done, but by the time his tongue slipped past my lips and started to trace my teeth, I was clutching at the front of his fitted black shirt instead. He nipped at my bottom lip, tugging until I felt it swelling under pressure. The kiss deepened until I got so lightheaded I thought I’d melt.

He seemed to sense this because he crushed me against him and the hand cupping my face drifted down. Skimming down my side. Stopping at my hip.

The kiss finally broke so we could breathe and we pulled apart; breathless. Staring at each other quietly. Wide-eyed.

“Kotenok…” he muttered softly. Fondly. His voice dying away as he stared down at me like he was lost in thought. Trying to say something.

“What’s up?” I mumbled, my stomach flipping and flopping lazily.

“Last night was..” he went quiet on me again and I tensed a little, bracing myself for him to continue. Preparing myself in the event that what he was about to say wasn’t what I longed to hear.

So it shocked me when he was closing the distance between our mouths all over again as he muttered in a lust-filled whisper, “Last night was more than just sex. You make me feel things that I haven’t before, kotenok.”

My breath caught in my throat and I didn’t realize it until I finally took a breath and it was shaky. I gazed up at him, letting his words sink in. Trying to wrap my head around it. I went to say something, to tell him that I felt the same way and I didn’t do what we’d done last night often, but he pressed the side of his finger against my lips, silencing me and continued to speak.

“You make my heart beat faster.” he took hold of the hand I had rested against his chest, placing it over his heart. I gasped quietly as I looked up at him again and saw the way he was looking back down at me, a look of pure and total adoration.

He looked nervous as hell. Fidgeting a little. Not quite sure what to do with his hands after he moved one off my hip and let go of my hand with the other. He went to step away, swearing under his breath and I realized that he wanted me to react somehow.

I pressed against him from behind. My hand wrapping around his where it lingered on the knob to my bedroom door. “Don’t go. Please?” I asked in a hushed whisper. Pietro turned around and when he did, I melted against him. Raising my arms to wrap them around his neck. Dragging my fingers through a thick mess of platinum blond. Tugging at it as I rose to tiptoe and crashed my mouth against his. Laughing softly when our noses bumped and our lips connected all over again; hungry. Desperate. Frenzied.

He reached down, twisting the lock on my door knob so that it was locked and no one could come in by accident. A low growl rose up from the depths of his chest, hanging in the air between us only to be swallowed by the kiss as our mouths reconnected and it deepened. I rubbed myself against him clumsily. Needy.

His hands locked across my ass and he slipped me up his body, stepping over to my bed. Dropping me against my mattress softly and positioning himself on top of me. Pressing his hips into mine. Bucking against me as his mouth strayed from my own, working it’s way down the side of my neck. His lips caught on my pulse, making me shiver and rock myself up into him as I gave a needy whine and raised my legs, squeezing his hips with my knees. The kiss broke and he muttered against my mouth with a teasing grin, “ Think you can be quiet for me, kotenok?”

“ I can try.” I whimpered as his mouth worked down the front of my throat, teeth scraping against skin. Stubble tickling me. Making me cling to him as he snapped his hips against me and his hands moved down between us, catching in the hem of my shirt. He pulled me up to a sitting position and pulled my shirt off, tossing it onto my bedroom floor. I tugged at his shirt, whining impatiently and he chuckled. Nipping softly at my bottom lip as he teased, “Patience.”

“Pietro.” I pleaded.

He tugged his shirt over his head, letting it settle on the floor near mine. And then he was leaning in. His hands moving up my sides. Stopping to squeeze my breasts, growling to himself quietly before reaching around. Hooking a thick digit beneath the band of my bra and working the clasps free. He pulled it off, balling it up and tossing it on the floor with the rest of our clothes as he leaned into me even more, my back pressed flat against my bed all over again. He positioned himself on top of me, his body spreading my legs wide and as his head dipped down, my fingers curled in my blanket and thick blond hair.

His mouth worked across my collarbones. Then lower. He squeezed my tits together, mouth diving down. Latching onto one of my nipples. Tongue circling lazily until he’d teased it to a point and I was squirming beneath him, rocking my hips, desperate for any kind of friction I could get. My fingers caught in the waistband of his jeans and I worked the button and the zipper free. He pulled away and slipped off the bed to shed his jeans and underwear and eyed me hungrily. Leaning down. Meeting my gaze with a mischief filled smirk as he took off my pants. Holding my gaze the entire time.

I kicked my pants free at the ankle and he was on top of me again. The tip of his thick cock brushing right against my fabric covered crotch as he bucked into me and muttered against my mouth, “Are you ready for me, kotenok?”

“Please?” I begged breathlessly, barely managing to keep my voice a whisper as I did so. When he smirked at me as if he were pleased with himself, I realized exactly what his goal was.

He wanted to see just how close he could get me to getting loud.

I pouted up at him and he chuckled. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re being a tease. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Oh?” he muttered, his hand disappearing between us. Slipping into my panties. Fingers working me open. Burying deep in my throbbing, wet sex. I arched my back and gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging at it as I rocked against his hand.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted him buried to the hilt inside of me. Now.

But Pietro was in a teasing mood tonight. Something told me that the more I begged, the more he was going to prolong it. And if I didn’t beg? He’d prolong it.

I was absolutely fucked.

One way or another, he was going to have me screaming his name by the end of the night.

#pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff oneshot #pietro maximoff imagine #pietro maximoff fanfiction #pietro maximoff one shot #pietro maximoff imagines #pietro maximoff x oc #my writing ; pietro maximoff #my oneshots ; pietro maximoff #my fics ; pietro maximoff #// absolutely no one (0) underage. minors dni. #// implied s*xual content #// i'm warning you guys here so everyone knows... even if it doesn't actually go into great detail.

[causethisismyblog]

Episode 6. Finally!

Thoughts, comments, questions... here we go!

"August, we expect you not to cause problems" ..... August: Causes more problems to cover up his past problems...

I just realized that for August to talk to Alex about him taking the blame for the video, August would have had to explain what happened and what he did in that situation. I want to know what Alex is reaction was to hearing that from August, if he asked him why he did it, if he expected something like that from August. I see Alex as someone with decent morals, and someone who wouldn't go along with letting someone who broke the law get away with it. I know some of it's messed up because of all the stuff that went on with the drugs and Wille in the first season but, I really don't think he would have gone along with August.

As much as I hate Marcus for being controlling and manipulative, he is obviously hurt during their final talk, I don't think he ever understood how wrong he was in those situations.....

I find it interesting how August is talking about Alex taking the blame for the video being the action that would cause the least destruction.... that Alex is okay with this plan? However that was Wille's thinking in the drug situation that got Alex expelled. It makes sense that Alex feels betrayed because he wasn't in on that decision in the first place but, I honestly think that Alex would understand if Wille talked to him and explained why he made that decision.

On another note, I've seen a lot of posts discussing why Alex agreed to August plan. I think part of the agreement relied on the fact that August (and Alex) believed that if Wille and Simon knew that Alex would take the blame and especially that August would have no repercussions for his actions yet again, then they wouldn't see a point in going to the police. After what happened in the first season, I don't think Wille would want to put the blame on Alex for something he didn't do a second time.

The pill bottle August holds up apparently has Simon and Sara's dad's name on it. Sara obviously saw this when she was in August's room with him... I wonder if she thought that Micke was out selling his own prescription drugs to get another means for a high. I mean it definitely should have triggered her somehow, to be like "what the fuck August" but, I could definitely see her automatically placing the blame on their dad over believing that Simon had something to do with it, even after Simon "betrayed" Sara by seeing Micke in the first season.

From the look on Alex's face I really don't think he realized what he agreed to with August.

When Sara says, I *was* in love with him. You can see the hurt and confusion in August's face.

I very much enjoy August's fear when Wille picks up the gun, and the hurt he seems to feel when Sara walks away from, but he so quickly goes back to being happy and "I'm gonna be Prince"

I enjoy the fact that August looks so much like an after thought in the lineup they create for the photos. It would be better if he wasn't in the line up though...

The cinematography in the scene where Felice and Sara are fighting in their room does such a good job of making Sara look child-like and naive, like she has just been scolded by her mother and doesn't understand what she did wrong.

How long did Simon spend facetiming with Ayub the night before the ceremony?

As much as Felice was mad at Sara, it looks like she was ready to make nice at least the morning of the ceremony when she saw her uniform hanning on the door.

Rousseau deserves better.... That is all.

Wille's sigh of relief when Simon says he wants to be with him. I felt that in my bones.

Fucking Jan-Olaf ruining such a sweet moment between the boys. 🤬

I do appreciate Kristina's sly smirk at Jan-Olaf when Wille gets up to speak right after he told August he would be doing it.

I do find it interesting that Jan-Olaf and Kristina don't try to stop the press and videoing of Wille's speech when he went off script, only when he confessed to being in the sex video. It seems like they should have a issue with someone bashing tradition, especially the Crown Prince.

I kinda want to know what the rest of the Wille's speach was suppose to be.

Saw lots of post talking about how proud Boris looks when Wille is giving the speech and goes off script. I don't really see that... I see Boris chewing his nails in anxiety thinking "shit... didn't mean for this to happen... they're definitely gonna blame me... well I guess I'm losing my job..."

What is up with Wille's dad.... He seems very out of the loop. Like he doesn't understand what is going on with Wille at all. Does he even know about Simon before the speech? Does Wille talk to him ever? There is literally no on screen relationship between the two in either season.... You would think that they would be really close considering that Erik and the Queen would've spent more time together being the Queen and the Crown Prince, leaving them to fend for themselves.... Idk

#young royals #yr2 #wille #simon #wilhelm #simon x wille #simon x wilhelm #august #alex #sara #erik #boris #queen kristina

[runner5ive]

Simon and Five! As requested by @swamp-y and @dorkylittleweirdo! 💕

Once again, the first time Five saw Simon there was a moment oh 'oh wow he's hot' until the very moment Simon started talking, and then Five was like 'lmao never mind!'

And in all honestly, Simon was the one they were most wary about coming out to, since he looks like the kind of dude bro who'd have issues. But he surprises them. You want men's running shorts, Five? Sweet, I'll trade you for those hot pants! Hey, look at this NB button I found on a run today! Here's a new shirt for you, better than that frilly thing you had to get from that swap shop. As far as Five is aware, Simon has never once misgendered them and it warms their heart.

Still, Simon is a terrible flirt. Always winking at them and making comments. But Five doesn't mind. In fact, it makes them laugh. It makes them feel... comfortable at Abel, more at ease.

Five spends most of their time with Simon and Jody. It gets to the point that it's almost unusual to find one without the others.

Five and Simon on runs together are terrible. They’re distractible and silly, the worst influences on each other. The two of them are always in quarantine together after runs because they are constantly getting scrapes and injuries. But at the same time: they’re amazing as a team. One just has to look at the other, and they know what the other needs. This is the only reason they haven’t been banned on going on missions together.

Five is like Simon's ultimate wingman. If ever he's trying to get with someone, he'd loudly declare to whoever it is how he valiantly saved the life of the Runner Five. Whatever he claims, Five will back it up.

But secretly, they're constantly making subtle hints about Janine.

Simon tried to return the favour of being wingman - knowing that there had to be SOMETHING going on with Five and Sam... but he was less successful.

Still, he never gives up.

At the same time, he is fiercely protective of Five. If he hears someone make an inappropriate comment about Five, he will happily throw hands.

The relationship between Five and Simon is nothing like a sibling relationship - there are too many suggestive comments from Simon for that to ever be a thing - but they platonically love each other so much.

And Sam might think that he knows Five better than anyone else - except, perhaps, Maxine who's Five's doctor - when really it's Simon.

Spoilers from S2M below the cut:

Season 2

S2 Side Mission 14 When they go on that run, searching for a treadmill, and Simon is talking about his gran and how crappy his childhood is, with a side order of Catholic guilt, Five ignores his jokes and just listens. Concerned.

That night, Five approaches him, making sure he's okay. He tries with his usual jokes, but Five stops them with a look. That's when they start telling him everything: about the foster homes, their own crappy parents, how they're pretty sure both of them are alive and are pretty sure they know what settlement they're in, yet they are not at all tempted to go and actually find them. Five was willing to take all this info to the grave, but Simon was hurting, and this was the only way they knew of to let him know that he wasn't alone.

Simon is surprised, but he never tells a soul about what Five told him that night. But it brings them closer. There's a deeper understanding between them: they had crappy families, but now they're each other's family, and that's all that matters.

S2M43 Discovering Simon was the traitor destroys Five. They were as certain as Janine that the traitor wouldn't be Simon. There was even a small part of them wondering if there was a chance they might have been the traitor - without realising or meaning to - before any inch of them could accept it was Simon.

S2M43They are hurt and betrayed and conflicted. When Jamie tells them to take Carena and run, they hesitate. But so much is going on. And they have to get the girl out of danger.

Five mourns Simon. They mourn the family they had become. It's not the same in Abel without him. There's not as much laughter. When his gear is shared out between the residents, Five makes sure to save some of the photos of them together, hiding them away.

Season 3

S3M10 So when he turns up, apparently alive and... not exactly well (he is missing half his face after all) Five is anxious and apprehensive. They don't trust him one bit. And yet they hear the pain in his voice, the regret. They listen to why he did what he did - about his illness and the certainty that he'd die without Van Ark's treatments. And they understand. When he insists they go, practically kicking them out, insisting the didn't tell anyone about him Five turns and seizes him in a hug.

S3M21 They keep their word and don't tell a soul. Not until Jody's in danger, being hunted down, and Five knows there's only one person they can rely on to help.

Five gets into big trouble for keeping that secret, Janine even threatens to Court Martial them but they don't care. The broken trust between Five and Simon is beginning to mend. There's always going to be a part of Five that can rely on Simon.

And even though everyone says that under no circumstances Five should trust them, Simon pulls through countless times.

S3M23 Simon saves them from Amelia.

S3M47 Simon saves them from Moonchild's mind control, and when he says “I’ll always come for you, Runner Five. Always.” Five knows he means it.

S3M48 Simon makes sure they get home, making sure they don't make the same mistake he made by running off.

S3M55 By the time they're in London, facing off Moonchild's forces, Five is starting to feel like perhaps... perhaps Simon can return home after all this. If he redeems himself, then maybe Janine will welcome him back. Maybe things can go back to how they were.

S3M60  But then the worst thing happens, and Five's heart is ripped from their chest.

S3M60 Simon's dying screams still haunt Five's nightmares every night.

#zombies run #zr #runner 5 #runner five #simon lauchlan #runner three #runner 3 #abelcrew #abel crew

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Heya Clan^^ Can you do a story where Reader and Simon had a crush on Markus and Reader decide to help Simon secretly because they love Simon as well and they're willing to sacrifice their chance with Markus just to make Simon happy. But they don't know that Simon is doing the same thing for them and Markus doesn't know what to do with both of them because he loves them both but he's afraid to say it because Poly relationship isn’t common. But it’ll end happily

Oh this makes sense, so don’t worry! ^^ It’s such a sweet plot, too! Sorry it took so long to get to this but that motivation finally came back! :)

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“You know..I heard Markus and North broke up last night.”

You and Simon looked at Josh simultaneously, surprised by his words. He saw your confused faces and nodded. “Yep. It’s true. That’s why North’s been helping other wounded androids all day. She’s gotta take her mind off it somehow.”

“And..what about Markus?” Simon asked nervously, fidgeting with the ends of his sleeves.

“He’s been pretty down in the dumps. I tried talking to him but…I know you both are closer to him than I am, so maybe one of you can cheer him up.” With a tiny smile, he walked off to attend to other matters in New Jericho.

Only now did the realization hit you: You might have a chance with Markus. But there was only one problem–Simon. However it didn’t mean you were going to compete or fight with him just to win the RK200′s affections.

Oh no. You couldn’t bring yourself to do that to him.

Ever since that night on November 11th, where Markus and North kissed and connected after the soldiers retreated, you were standing beside Simon. While you saw him smile at the pair, it didn’t match his sad, clouded blue eyes. It was obvious that he was hopelessly in love with him, but he was too shy to express his true feelings.

Only a few days ago you saw the PL600 crying a little over this. Humans have told you how love can sometimes hurt, but you didn’t want to see him in such pain when he’s already been through enough as is.

So you decided that you were going to give him the chance to comfort Markus and, even, convince him to express his true feelings. You cared about him a lot and wanted him to be happy…even if that meant you had to sacrifice your chance with your crush.

“You should go talk to him, Simon,” you said, patting his shoulder. “You’ve given him a lot of support during the rebellion, so he’ll definitely listen to you.”

“But…you have, too, [y/n],” he protested. “You were always there to reassure him that he’s doing what is best for our people. If anything, I think your words are what he needs to hear now. I might’ve been a leader, but I’m not the best at talking.”

Unbeknownst to you, Simon firmly believed you deserved the chance to be with Markus instead.

You’ve proven yourself to be a formidable fighter and protector of the androids who otherwise couldn’t defend themselves when Jericho was raided and the barricade was stormed by soldiers. You had all the qualities that would surely make Markus fall for you, while Simon was but a mere domestic servant android who couldn’t even defend himself without you having to step in and help him.

So even though he knew that watching Markus love someone else that wasn’t him would hurt like hell, he only wanted what was best for his friends..including you.

“Don’t say that.” You frowned slightly. “You were always great at talking. You’ve done an incredible job at all the human-android negotiations so far, so you have a way with words. Besides…�� A small chuckle escaped your lips as you playfully nudged his shoulder. “..this could be your big chance, y’know~?”

Simon blushed light blue at your words, although he just shook his head and sighed. “[Y/n]..the..the truth is that I-”

He was cut off by the sound of footsteps, and you both looked to see Markus approach you, rubbing away the tears that were on his face. “Hey guys..I’m okay now. I just needed some time alone.”

“I understand, Markus-”

“I understand, Markus-”

You and Simon stared at each other in bewilderment.

“Uh…jinx?”

Glancing back at Markus, you saw his confused look. “What’s gotten into you two today?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

You smiled nervously, seeing your stress levels rising a little bit in your peripheral vision. “Ah nothing..”

“Y-Yeah,” Simon muttered as he hugged himself and rubbed his arms self-consciously. “Nothing. We’re fine.”

“You’re both blushing..”

After a long period of awkward silence, you realized that there was no way out of this situation now. But despite your programming trying to generate hundreds of thousands of excuses to come up with, in the end you knew that lying to Markus when he was already hurting wasn’t the best course of action to take.

“Markus..c-can I show you the reason why?” You reached your hand out, your skin melting away into plastic. He nodded and clasped your hand with his, and you both closed your eyes as you exchanged all of your thoughts and feelings for each other.

“W-Wait!” Simon blurted out frantically, grabbing Markus’ arm with both hands. They uncovered their plastic exterior, too, as he transferred the emotions that were coursing through him into the RK200.

But in doing so he also revealed feelings that he had for you as well, and all three of you could see, hear, and feel them.

Once you had shared everything you kept hidden from each other, you let go and took a step back, all of your eyes wide in shock. Markus looked down at his hands, watching his synthetic skin reform like liquid, before he gazed up at both of you with a stunned expression

“Y-You two are..?” His eyebrows furrowed. “But..I-I thought only two people could be in a relationship at a time.”

“That’s why I-I was willing to sacrifice my chance with you…for [y/n],” Simon mumbled sadly, his eyes downcast. But then he glanced at you after a few moments. “But..you loved me, too, a-and yet you wanted to do the same…just to make me happy?” He put a hand on his chest.

“Yes.” You smiled softly. “But now I’ve realized that…no one has to sacrifice their happiness. I’ve seen some humans engaging in “poly relationships”, and they seem perfectly happy together. So maybe we can try that and see how it works out?”

For a while, Markus and Simon stayed quiet. Although it wasn’t long before the latter teared up and walked over to hug you tight, relieved that you proposed a solution that involved no heartaches. 

As you returned the embrace, Markus joined in as well, smiling as he felt what humans would call the “void in his heart” finally close.

Yeah..this could definitely work out.

#clanask #dbh x reader #detroit become human x reader #dbh simon #dbh markus #poly relationship

[onceuponavideo]

I’m falling (Clizzy)

TW : blood, pain, fall from a roof

Read on ao3

« I am going to die »

That was the only single coherent thought she could have right after the fall. She was agonizing alone, crashed into a car and she was dying.

She was so stupid, why did she go alone ? She could ask for help, Magnus and Luke went after Ollie who was freshly possessed but her fellow colleagues were in the Hunter’s Moon, all she had to do was to phone one of them. But she didn't want to lose time, Jace was already disappearing in the dark alleyways and someone had to stop him. Maybe he wasn't himself but he still was her friend and he needed help. So she followed him with the will to bring him back to reality. She found him on the roof and before she could say something, he attacked her. Having no other choice, she fought back, trying not to badly hurt him. Jace wasn't in the same state of mind and she could see the desire to kill in his eyes. She improved a lot and was nearly winning this hand-to-hand combat but Jace knew her weaknesses by heart. He disarmed Clary then grabbed her by the throat and forced her to go backwards, leading her dangerously to the edge of the roof.

« J-Jace ! » He was choking her so she couldn't breathe well « Jace don't ! It's me... Clary... Y-You don't want to do t-this... »

With a wicked smile stretched accross his mouth, Jace started to laugh.

« Really ? I don't ? »

A sudden fear made her feel sick. Jace looked so crazy, like he lost his mind and it was indeed the case. He roughly pushed her and she lost her balance. She didn't realize she was falling, she was too shocked for that. The fall was so long, it was a weird sensation but she didn't scream. For a moment she believed she was only dreaming. And then she hit that car. And the reality came back at her.

She had this awful taste of blood in her mouth while her lungs were simply burning. And the pain. Oh by the Angel, the pain... It was so intense she couldn't even cry and breathing was so difficult.

She tried to move but nothing happened and then she realized she wasn't able to ask for help because she had a lump on her throat. But who would have heard her anyway ? There was no one, only her and this oppressive silence. She hated the silence, that's why she always put on her headphones when she was drawing. Because she associated silence with loneliness. And at this moment she was really alone. No one could help her. They all were at the Hunter’s Moon, drinking and playing, having fun when she desperately needed someone.

She was really going to die.

With resignation, Clary closed her eyes and hoped that the pain will stop quickly, she already suffered enough.

And then she heard it. A voice. At the beginning she thought she was just hallucinating but someone called her a second time.

“ Clary ? Clary where are you ? ”

Isabelle. Izzy. She was looking for her. Maybe Magnus phoned her and asked to see if everything was okay ? Or maybe it was Luke ?

“ Clary you're here ?”

Yes I'm here !! She wanted to scream but she couldn't make any sound and it was so frustrating, especially when Izzy was so close to her. She felt a spike in adrenaline and she kicked the car with her right foot to make some noice. The pain ran all over her body and she let out a muffled whimpering. She hated herself so much, why did she do that ? It didn't even work, it was too faint.

She had angel blood running through her veins, she could create powerful runes that no one ever used before but in some circumstances she stayed desperately human. She didn't feel that powerless since a really long time.

All the hopes she had slowy faded away and when she thought it was finally over, Isabelle found her. Clary got dizzy and she knew it was only a matter of time before she collapsed. But Izzy was here so she wasn't scared anymore. She couldn't speak but she seemed appeased and this suffocating tension left her body. Isabelle looked clearly less calm and the more she stared at Clary the more she was worried. She couldn't stop analyzing how bad the situation was and the pallor of Clary's skin wasn't helping. She was seriously injured, she needed help and the healing rune won't be enough. Izzy wanted to grab her phone to call Magnus but she missed an heartbeat when Clary closed her eyelids.

“ Stay with me, I'm begging you, stay with me.” She said, beseeching while changing her mind and deciding to use the iratze.

Clary was really willing to obey but she was to weak to resist. She just felt the coldness of Isabelle's stele before being surrounded by darkness.

*****

Why the room was pitching like that ? Clary was just emerging from some confusing and irrational dreams but she wished she could stayed unconscious a little longer. She felt like someone put her in a blender and it was awful. Then she remembered what happened and her atypical awakening made more sense. She tried to stretch herself and let out a strange noise which didn't sound like a human one.

“ Oh by the Angel you're finally awake !”

Izzy's voice helped Clary to decide to finally open her eyes and she really enjoyed the view. She was in her room at the Institute and Isabelle was next to her, having installed a chair close to the bed. Clary couldn't help but smile like an idiot because Isabelle was just beautiful and breathtaking as always. She had her hair twisted in a bun and she was still wearing her short black dress because she didn't take the time to choose something more comfortable. She had a look of concern on her face and she gently brushed a loose strand of Clary's hair behind her ear. Clary smiled all the more, it was a really pleasant awakening after all.

“ How do you feel ?” Izzy asked, sincerely worried and Clary winced.

“Nauseous...” She admitted and Isabelle turned to take something behind her.

“Here.” She handed a glass of water “ It's probably a side effect of the magic Magnus used on you”

Clary thanked her and drank, hoping it will make her feel better. Izzy was still looking at her, just to make sure she won't faint again.

“ Maybe you're hungry too ? Do you need something ?”

“ I'm good. You said Magnus healed me ?”

Izzy nodded and she pointed the door.

“ He left because you needed some rest but he's at the Institute, probably with Alec and the others”

Clary raised an eyebrow.

“ The others ? Who ?”

“ You know, Simon, Luke, Maia... They all came when they knew what happened to you. And also they wanted to help with that Owl thing...”

Clary observed Izzy more attentively and she noticed some traces of dry mascara on her cheeks, like there were tears before. She wrinkled her eyebrows, a little confused and she answered :

“ You cried ? Why ?”

Izzy had a nervous smile.

“ You stopped breathing... I thought...”

Oh.

For a moment, Clary felt really bad. Without thinking, she grabbed Izzy's wrists and she drew circles in the palm of her hands. She tried to put herself in her position, what would she have done if she found Isabelle, badly hurt ? She would probably freak out too. She couldn't imagine a life without her and so did Izzy.

“ I'm sorry...” Clary whispered, sincerely apologizing.

“ Don't do that again.” Izzy said, patting Clary's nose like she was grounding a child. She pretended to be mad but she couldn't hide how relieved she was.

“ Well...” Clary moved closer and wrapped her arms around Izzy's waist “ Don't leave me alone then.”

Izzy rolled her eyes and then gave her a quick kiss on her forehead.

“ You're driving me crazy, you know that ?”

Clary smiled innocently while playing with Izzy's gorgeous black hair, completely messing up her bun. Izzy didn't care anyway.

“ But that's why you love me.”

“ Unfortunately.”

Izzy allowed herself to steal Clary's lips for an instant and then she stepped back.

“ We need to see Alec “ She explained when Clary pouted.

“ Fine.” She sighed deeply in a really cute way but she surrendered. “Let's do this.”

And they walked down the Institute hand in hand.

#clary fairchild #izzy lightwood #isabelle lightwood #clizzy #otp #shadowhunters #3x07 #fanfic

[aceprosecuties]

Hi there, its me again~ I originally wasn't going to request sth a second time, buut the first little fic you wrote at my request was sooo good, and every single other one was, too, so you left me little choice here :) I will go with Blackmadhi, 100 this time, if you don't mind^^ Please stay awesome! PS: Its been a while now, but i'd still like to compliment you on your amazing Simon cosplay, you looked really good ;D

Ahhh, thank you so much for saying such lovely things ahhhfdhskjfds

Now, onto the prompt!

100. A quote of your choice: “You’re so beautiful.” (70)

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WheneverSimon Blackquill stood next to Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, his already frighteningappearance seemed even more intimidating.

Howcould it not, when compared to a man who looked like that?  With Nahyuta’s longsilken hair (never a strand out of its proper place, of course), his strikinggreen eyes, his flawlessly smooth skin, and his perfect posture…he looked otherworldly, as if some heavenlycreature had decided to grace the world with his presence.  People who saw the monk for the first timewould often softly gasp (usually resulting in an eye roll from Simon, of course);they would open up to him somewhat easily because of his angelic features…eventhough a viper existed beneath them.

Simonnever really thought about his own appearance all that much; after so much timein prison, he stopped really caring, and just accepted the many flaws that existedall over his body.  His hair, tangled andthick and already turning white despite his young age.  The bags under his eyes; reminders of hisinsomnia and all those nights he cried after Metis was taken from thisworld.  His skin, pale and callous and scarredin so many places holding memories of abuses he endured in order to survive.  

Onceupon a time he had a face that would cause people to want to speak freely withhim as well.

Howlong ago that was.

Whenhe and Nahyuta first started hooking up, he sometimes wondered what it was thatattracted Nahyuta to him.  Maybe it wasthe fact that Simon was one of the few people who would speak sodisrespectfully towards the monk; Nahyuta was so revered in his country andelsewhere that someone finally returning the insults he so often dished outmust have been somewhat exciting.

But,to the surprise of both of them, they each started developing actual feelingsfor each other, and became much less secretive about their newfoundrelationship.

Simonknew what the stares they received said: ‘how is that beautiful man with such afrightening person?’  

Normally,it never really bothered him.  It justbecame somewhat annoying.  Especiallysince most of these people didn’t really knowNahyuta at all.  They just assumed theydid because of his appearance.  Usuallythey had this portrait in their heads: Nahyuta was this holy being, pure ofbody and mind and soul who could never say a bad word or hurt a fly.

Whatbullshit.

Itwas annoying to Simon when these strangers thought they knew more about Nahyutathan he did, simply based on their appearances.

Andwhen they were in Khura’in?  It was evenworse.

Simonwould hear whispers about how the “convict prosecutor” seduced their belovedregent, as if he was some sort of predator who came for a defenseless Nahyutain the middle of the night.  They wouldspeak as if Simon was the criminal he had pretended to be; how could he beinnocent when he looked like that,after all?  Of course, no one would saythis directly to him; they were too afraid, most of the time.

Hedidn’t care what they thought of him, really. He cared more about what their opinions meant for his relationship withNahyuta.  Nahyuta was a public figure – aroyal, no less – and he had to worryabout things like this, didn’t he?  Ifpeople were constantly talking about how terrible the big bad ProsecutorBlackquill was for Nahyuta…would heneed to listen to their complaints?

Onenight, while visiting Nahyuta’s home, he must have been unusually quiet,because Nahyuta sat down next to him on the bed and asked him:

“Iseverything alright?  You’ve been actingstrange.”  Nahyuta had his hand on Simon’sknee, and squeezed a bit as if to reassure him. “Rayfa had a great quip about you at dinner and you barely reacted.”  

“I’mfine,” Simon lied, trying to abruptly end the conversation before it had thechance to begin.  Of course, Nahyutawouldn’t allow that to happen.  

“Right,because you often allow insults against you to go by without some sort ofparry,” Nahyuta sarcastically replied with a smile.  “What’s wrong?”

Simontook a few long seconds before answering. “I don’t like the way people look at us. Like I’m some monster who has stolen you away from them.”

Nahyutawas surprised.  “I didn’t take you as thetype to care about the opinions of others so much, Panda.”

“Don’tmisinterpret,” Simon said sharply, as if the very thought was some slightagainst him.  “You’re a royal,though.  A perfect-looking royal whowants to do right by his people.  Wouldn’tit make more…political sense for you to have someone by your side who was asregal as yourself?”

“You’reafraid I care about the opinions ofothers, is that what you’re saying?”

WhenSimon said nothing in return, Nahyuta took that as an affirmation, and hesighed.  Part of him wanted to get angry –Simon really thought he cared about how others saw them?  However, he took a deep breath, knowing thatthis was…insecurity wrapped up as something else.

Hebrought his hand up to Simon’s cheek, forcing the man to look at him.  For a few moments, he said nothing, and Simonshifted a bit under Nahyuta’s intense gaze.

“You’reso beautiful.”

Nahyutaloved the blush that immediately crept up on Simon’s face.  Beautiful was not something Simon was used tobeing called; it was unfamiliar to him, and to hear it from Nahyuta – the moststunning person he had ever seen – itwas…not a statement he knew how to react to.

Heended up just chuckling a bit.

“SadMonk, there’s no need to lie to make me feel better you know.”

Nahyutafrowned, suddenly appearing somewhat angered. Did Simon say the wrong thing?  

“Whatmakes you think I’m lying?  Do I need todescribe every little detail to you?”

BeforeSimon could answer, Nahyuta was continuing.

“Youreyes, firstly,” he said, taking a moment to brush some of Simon’s bangs fromhis face.  “That color is rare in Khura’in,you know.  They’re lovely and…expressive.  Whether you realize it or not, they hold thetruth in them, even when you’re trying to hide how you’re feeling.”

Simonalways thought of his eyes as dull, personally.

“Yourhair,” Nahyuta said, while reaching behind Simon’s head to take said hair outof its ponytail, watching it fall and pulling some strands so they rested infront of Simon’s shoulders.  “It’s fullof life.  It gets tangled, yes, but it issoft and wonderful.  Not to mentioncompletely appropriate for a samurai such as yourself, wouldn’t you agree?”

Simonagreed, but only silently.

“Yourskin.”  Nahyuta softly kissed the scar onSimon’s face.  “A story of where you havebeen.  Although it’s not exactly a nicestory, it tells me of what you were willing to do in order to protect the onesyou love.  How much you were ready tosuffer to make sure that they did not.”

Nahyutatook hold of Simon’s hands in his own, kissing them for a long moment.  

“Yoursoul is the most beautiful, of course.  I’vemet no other person with as lovely a soul as yours.  I’m sure mine pales in comparison.”  He laughed a bit.  “If people knew that, they would say that youare far too good for me, you know.”

Simonstared at Nahyuta, unsure of what to do or say. Finally, he just decided to grab Nahyuta’s shirt and pull him into hisarms, embracing him tightly.  

Hehad no reason to worry.

Nahyutathought he was beautiful and his was the only opinion worth a damn.

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