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roosterforme · 7 months

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Always Ever Only You Part 12 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Asking your friends for help when you need it is starting to feel good instead of scary. Even listening to Cat open up doesn't sting like it once did. Bradley starts to have an ominous feeling about his upcoming mission, and when the details are revealed, he's left wondering what his career will be like in the future.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

There was truly something to be said for the way you felt after you talked to Dr. Genevieve. Even though your period was a few days late, and you had been holding out hope, you didn't go quite to pieces when it did end up starting. Sure, there were some tears as you opened up a new box of tampons, but you didn't dwell on it as much as you had the past several cycles in a row.

In fact, when you thought you couldn't take the physical pain of your cramps and the mental pain as well, you called Maria. You told her that you didn't want to be alone and asked if she could stop by. And she came over with a backpack and some donuts.

"What's in the bag?" you asked as you bit into a Boston cream.

"Clothes for tomorrow," she replied, petting Tramp while she ate a chocolate donut with sprinkles. "I figured I could sleep over."

"You don't have to," you whispered, now feeling a little embarrassed.

But she just shrugged. "I've been a little lonely, too. My new roommate has never been as fun as you were."

"Nobody is," you added, biting into a second donut. You figured you earned it, since you'd started to get back on track with what you were eating. "Thanks for joining me in the cafeteria at work."

"Thanks for actually coming to lunch. Cam is hella boring to eat with every day."

You groaned and headed for the couch with a bottle of wine. "Ugh, I left you hanging with Cam. I'm sorry." You were going to be better about taking care of everything. Yourself, your marriage, Bradley, and your friends.

Maria just laughed and followed behind you with two glasses and a corkscrew. "I love him, but he's still a dude. And just inherently dumb. He can't help it."

The girl talk ended up spiraling into a great weekend, and when you went to work on Monday morning, you still felt good. And Bickel had been a saint, not acting weird or giving you too much distance at all since you broke down hard in his office. Sure, maybe he was asking you how you were feeling with a little more frequency, but he kept your workload the same and never questioned anything you handed in to him.

And then there was Cat. Since you kind of blew the Jake thing up in her face, she'd been very quiet. Jake was still claiming nothing was going on now, but you'd never have been able to get an answer out of Cat one way or the other. And now you were thinking maybe you should have just minded your own business. Because Jake seemed melancholy, and he hadn't actually ended things himself even after he learned about Uncle Hondo.

"Good morning," you said to Cat later in the week when you walked into the lab. She seemed surprised you were greeting her.

'Hi," she responded, slipping back into her usual state of calm immediately. "If you're about to ask about the calculation set, I'm almost done. I just need another hour or two."

"No rush," you replied. "Um, actually, I was wondering if you wanted to join me for lunch today?"

She eyed you skeptically. "In the cafeteria?"

You shrugged. "Or my office?"

When Cat didn't respond right away, you wanted to kick yourself. But then she said, "I feel like you and I just keep getting off to bad start after bad start with each other. I'd like to eat with you, but I don't want to go down to the cafeteria. At all. Just looking at Lieutenant Seresin makes me want to hide."

"Care to elaborate?" you asked cautiously.

She just smirked. "Sure. Over lunch. In your office."

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Bradley had stripped down to his underwear and gym shorts, and he was currently trying his hardest to meditate on his bed. Bob had spent the last several weeks patiently trying to explain to him exactly what went into it, but Bradley would reach a state of calm and then inevitably get distracted.

He cracked his eyes open to see Bob in a state of complete relaxation on his own bed. Something about this just didn't work as well for him, and his brain was buzzing, so Bradley reached for his notebook instead. There were too many things he wanted to write down. It felt like he wasn't going to be able to stop emptying out all of his feelings now that he started, and after several weeks, the notebook was mostly full.

The desire to be at home was overwhelming. Thinking about eating homemade Marry Me Rooster with his wife perched on his lap was all that was getting him through this deployment. As soon as he was home, he'd make sure you knew exactly what you meant to him. There were no conditions on his love, and he was embarrassed and crushed that maybe he made you think there were.

He only had a few more weeks to go. But things with the mission were looking abysmal. Slayer and Charmer were getting worse to deal with by the day, and the way the admirals praised them was beyond ridiculous. Like the shiny, new aviators were somehow better than the ones with more experience. Like Bradley, Nat and Bob couldn't keep up now. It was hard to keep believing that the admirals would actually put the best team together to complete the mission.

"Wow," Bob suddenly said, stretching his arms over his head and removing his glasses. "That was a great session."

"Yep," Bradley agreed, nodding as he scribbled in the notebook. "Really good, Bob."

But the other man was already pulling the bedding up to his shoulders, and Bradley knew he'd be asleep soon. "Good for you," he muttered, returning to his notebook.

Nat and Bob were so good to him, this deployment should have been a breeze. And it had improved since he got to talk to you over facetime in the commanding officer's quarters, but he thought he'd go ahead and start a countdown in the notebook anyway. Just eighteen more days until he should be arriving back in San Diego. And he was hoping like hell he would get to call you again before then.

But a few days later, he still hadn't been selected for another facetime session. And Bob and Nat got called out onto the tarmac after dinner for a repairs inspection that was performed on their Super Hornet. So Bradley headed to the gym for a workout by himself, and the room was thankfully fairly empty. He put in his ear buds and got out his phone. He selected the playlist you made for him last year called This is what a gym playlist should sound like, Bradley and he smiled.

Pretty soon he was sweating, working his way through some bicep curls, when he saw Slayer out of the corner of his eye. He would ignore him. No problem. Only two weeks left to go. Only a few more days until the mission. "Do not engage," Bradley muttered to himself.

But of course he couldn't control what Slayer decided to do, and the idiot wandered over toward him. And then he snatched his phone off of the bench, and Bradley was on his feet immediately, still clutching the fifty pound dumbbell in his left hand.

"What the hell do you want?" Bradley asked, plucking one ear bud out. "It's bad enough I have to see you in the classroom all day."

Slayer just laughed, and Bradley realized he was staring at his lock screen. "Just wanted another look at your wife. How much younger is she, old man? She got a grandpa fetish or something?"

Bradley's fingers tightened around the dumbbell, and he wished he'd given more of an effort to meditating with Bob.

He was seething. And then Slayer asked him, "You know what? Why don't you just give me her number so I can keep her warm next time you're out of town?"

Bradley had to fight the urge to throw the dumbbell at him. "You talk an awful lot for someone so stupid."

"And you strut around like you own the place for something who can barely fly."

Bradley's blood was boiling now. The admirals had pumped these kids so full of bullshit, there was going to be no arguing with him. Instead he snatched his phone out of Slayer's hand and pocketed it. "And you're slow as shit versus an old man. Now get back to your bunk, it's almost curfew for the children."

Slayer smirked at him as he backed away toward an empty weight bench. "Just wait. You'll see."

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You had made it this far, you could make it two more weeks. But you got your period again, right on time. And you knew it was ridiculous to get choked up when you had to get the tampons and pads out again, because Bradley wasn't even home. You hadn't had intercourse since he left six weeks ago. You knew there was no way. But just the idea of knowing another cycle was ending had tears stinging behind your eyes.

When you heard the doorbell, you quickly washed your hands and rushed out to where Tramp was practically howling at the front door. "Chill out," you told him. "You'll be happy. You loved him last time."

"Hi," Cat said as soon as you opened the door, and you saw Hondo pull away in his green Chevy. Jeremiah was in her arms, and once again, he smiled when he saw you. Things at work were a lot better, including having several nice conversations with Cat.

"Sorry, little guy," you said softly as they came inside. "No Rooster this time."

Cat laughed. "I think your dog will suffice. He loves animals."

When you closed the door, you watched Tramp follow them over to the couch, and then he started licking Jeremiah's little hands nonstop while the baby laughed. "If he's annoying, I can put him out back for a bit."

"No," Cat said as she and her son both laughed. "This is great." And then Jeremiah broke free from her arms and stood with both hands on Tramp. And you swore your dog had never been happier either.

A little pang of sadness struck your heart as Tramp looked all too delighted at the attention he was being given. You were searching for a safe topic of conversation. Cat had been joining you for lunch on occasion, which was great. But now you found that you had so many friends, you needed to juggle your time with them. Cam and Cat were a little awkward around each other. And Cat wouldn't tell you exactly how she felt about Jake, but you knew Jake was sad and Cat was avoiding him.

So you asked her, "You still feel like hiding from Jake at work?" It seemed like a safe enough topic, and you almost laughed when she covered her face and collapsed dramatically against the arm of the couch.

"Please! You keep asking me about this!"

"I'm curious by nature," you claimed. "And you never really told me anything."

She glanced at you as Jeremiah went crawling across the floor after Tramp. "I'm still embarrassed that I even kissed him in the first place. Uncle Bernie and I had it out several times about all the push ups, but he was just trying to take care of me. And I know that sounds like an excuse, but... keeping someone like Jake away from me is probably his top priority while Jer and I are living with him."

You tried to keep your composure, because you and Cat seemed to finally be getting along, but you just couldn't understand why she wouldn't give Jake a chance for real. "He's a good guy, Cat. God... I can't even tell you how many times he's helped me out and made me feel safe."

She turned to face you where you sat at the other end of the couch. "He's exactly like my ex husband. A cocky, handsome aviator who is too smart for his own good."

You shrugged and kind of nodded, because that definitely sounded like Jake. "Well whatever your ex did to piss you off, I doubt Jake would be the same. Are you afraid he won't accept Jeremiah?"

She swallowed hard. "I'd rather not even find out where he stands on his opinions about my son. And listen, there's a reason why my ex husband never met Jeremiah. And it's the same reason I never let him know our son's social security number or where we ran off to. I'm sure he has a hunch that I was able to transfer to Top Gun, but Mike is definitely too scared to come sniffing around for more while I'm with Bernie."

You shook your head in confusion. "Come sniffing around for more of what?"

"Money," she said simply, but her jaw was set, and she looked ready for a fight. And you should have probably known all along that there was more than what she had told you over the past few months. You were pretty sure you were the only one who even knew about Jeremiah, besides Bradley and Cam. And if Cat was the type of person who took their time opening up to people, you were surprised that you were the one she was talking to about this.

"He wants your money?" you asked softly.

Since she borrowed your car, you knew she didn't have one, and she said that she was broke. But your jaw dropped open when she said, "Mike was dishonorably discharged from the navy for showing up to work drunk and drinking while on base. He tanked his own career, and nobody in Annapolis could even look at me the same after that."

"Why would he do that?"

She laughed, but she looked like she was going to cry. "Because I told him I was pregnant."

Jeremiah was laying on his back now while Tramp licked his neck, and he was giggling up a storm. "I'm so confused," you told her. "He didn't want you to get pregnant?"

"Well he told me he would be happy to have kids. But by the time I told him I was pregnant with Jer, he had already opened four credit cards in my name. He had already lost all of our savings. And he knew I was going to find out about all of it as soon as I mentioned us opening a bank account for our unborn child."

"Oh."

When she met your eyes, she shook her head. "He has a gambling addiction." You watched as she wiped at her cheek. "I used to own a beautiful house," she said, glancing around longingly. "I had a car. He and I had money saved. But he managed to lose all of it, plus the credit card advancements in my name. I owe more than half a million dollars in money that I didn't spend. Money that I never saw. And that doesn't include what I've paid to my lawyers. Mike did all of that while I thought we were building a life together."

"Holy shit," you whispered. You felt nauseous just thinking about it. And you were suddenly even more thankful for Bradley.

"So yeah... cocky, headstrong aviators might be my type on paper, but I can't get involved. And I'm sorry I was leading Jake on. But, it's not just him. I can't get serious with anyone when my life is a trainwreck that I will never be able to recover from. I'm going to be spending the rest of my life trying to make sure this doesn't all fall to him," she said, nodding toward where Jeremiah was now crawling back toward the couch with Tramp following right behind him.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I don't know what else to say except that you didn't deserve any of that, and neither did Jeremiah."

She reached down to scoop him up into her arms as he yawned. "Yeah well, I hope you're smarter than me. I hope you had a prenup."

You sat quietly and watched as she kissed Jeremiah's forehead and reached into the diaper bag she brought with her so he could eat some cereal. Cat had been honest with you. She told you months ago that she was jealous of you, and now you knew why. You had all these things that you were taking for granted.

For some reason, you thought she ought to know that you'd been jealous all along, too. "You still have something so good though. Something I wish I had."

She looked at you like you'd completely lost it while Jeremiah ate some Cheerios. "What? A marriage that ended in shambles and a career that is hanging on by a thread? Or the inability to ever have someone take you seriously in a relationship ever again?"

"No. Jeremiah."

She looked at you, and her face dropped. "Oh." And maybe she realized that meant you and Bradley had been trying unsuccessfully, but you changed the subject before she could ask any questions.

"But that doesn't matter, really. And you know, there are some things we do have control over here."

"Like what?" she asked, and when you smiled softly, she smiled back.

"Jake. I think you might be surprised by him, Cat. I think he'd be good with Jeremiah."

"No," she replied right away. "I'd rather not even find out. Besides, it's already too late with Jake. Even if he was going to stop sleeping around, it's done. He asked me out at least fifteen times. And I said no at least fifteen times."

"If he asked you out again, would you say yes?"

You jumped several inches when your doorbell rang again, and Tramp ran for the door like he was a professional guard dog. "We didn't even order a pizza yet," you said as you stood. But the closer you got to the door, you thought you knew who it must be, and you answered it anyway.

"Angel," Jake drawled, bending to pet Tramp who immediately turned into a puppy again at the prospect of pets from one of his favorite people. "Just thought maybe you'd want to get dinner and head to the Hard Deck later?"

When you didn't respond right away, Jake pushed the door open wider and let himself inside. Then you watched him freeze up as he saw Cat sitting on your couch with Jeremiah in her arms. "Cat."

She looked absolutely mortified as she stood up, but she had nowhere to go. She was reliant upon Hondo coming back to pick her up, and Jake was staring right at Jeremiah. "Jake," she said so softly, you could barely hear her across the room.

He huffed out a short breath and ran his fingers through his hair, past the scar on his forehead from the last time he was deployed with Bradley. You weren't sure what you should do, but then he simply said, "You have a kid."

Cat's chin was in the air again, and you knew she wouldn't let Jake or anyone else say one negative thing about that child without consequences. "His name is Jeremiah."

"Jeremiah," Jake repeated, and two sets of matching dark eyes were looking right at him before Jeremiah yawned and fell asleep on his mom's chest. "He's adorable."

Cat sank slowly down so she was sitting on the couch once again, and she looked like the fight was gone, almost like she was exhausted now. You nudged Jake in the ribs and then reached for Tramp's leash where it hung near the door. "I'll be right back. Just going to take him out." But nobody was listening to you. Once the leash was clipped on his collar, Tramp pulled you out onto the front porch. You caught one last glimpse of Jake taking up residence in the spot on the couch you'd vacated, and then you closed the door.

You puttered around the yard with Tramp before deciding to just walk him down to the beach and back. But the early spring air was chilly when the wind picked up across the sand, and you wished you'd taken a minute to grab Bradley's sweatshirt from the hook as well.

Playing a comparison game in your mind would get you nowhere, you knew that. Everything Cat told you was completely fucked up, but she had to know how that Jeremiah was worth it. And you knew that Bradley was enough, even if it was just the two of you. But now you were a little worried about Jake putting his foot in his mouth.

When you hustled back down your block, shivering as the breeze picked up some more, you saw that Jake's car was still in your driveway. And when you cautiously let yourself back inside with Tramp, you found Cat and Jake sitting very close together on the couch. And Jake was holding Jeremiah while he slept.

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Bradley knew it would be a short call. The mission was scheduled for a few days from now, weather depending. But if he was allowed even five minutes with you, he'd take it any day of the week.

When you answered his facetime call, you were sitting in your office with your lunch in front of you. "Roo!" you gasped, dropping your fork into your burrito bowl. "I miss you!"

"I miss you, too, Sweetheart."

He watched as you turned to someone off screen and said, "Okay, thanks."

"Who are you eating lunch with?"

"Cat," you replied quickly, and he was a little surprised by that answer. "She just stepped out into the hallway so we could talk. Please tell me you'll be home on time, Bradley."

He smiled and said, "Haven't been notified of any changes, so I think so. Please tell me you got plenty of hot sauce in there."

You laughed and tipped your lunch so he could see all of the green hot sauce. "Absolutely. You know how I like it."

"I do," he replied softly as he examined your face. Beautiful. Just gorgeous. And you looked so much happier now. You looked like you'd been sleeping better.

"I wish I was sharing my lunch with you."

He nodded. "I've been thinking a lot about our dining room. And how it feels so good to hold you on my lap while we eat a meal off of one plate."

You gasped softly. "I've been thinking about that too." When your eyes drifted closed, you added, "And how you wrap your left arm around me and kiss my neck while he eat."

"Baby Girl." His voice was raspy, and he was aching to be with you right now. "We'll do everything."

But he only had one more minute with you, and he wanted to know how you were doing. When he asked, you said, "I can tell you when you get home. Tell me about the mission."

"I can't say much. Teams get selected tomorrow morning. Flight is weather dependent. You know the drill."

"I do. I just want you to be safe," you told him softly. "Need you to come home."

"I'll be there so soon. I love you."

And after that, he still felt so good as he got to the classroom a few minutes early the next morning. Admiral Dean smirked at him as he took his usual seat, and the room started filling up. Other than the fact that he had to stare at the back of Slayer's head, he was ready to get this mission in the air and get home.

"As you well know," Admiral Dean started, "the final details will not be set in stone until the day of the mission. So we are left with two options, and we need to be clear on both of them. Option A: the two teams will fly in formation and strike the communications tower first before proceeding to the enemy base. This is the preferred option as we would be removing multiple streams of communication first, but we may need to switch to an alternate flight path if they have too many aircrafts in the air. So that brings us to Option B, in which you will strike the base first and then loop around to the communications tower."

Bradley's brain was literally numb from listening to this information over and over again. He understood the importance of what needed to be done, but this was overkill now. When he glanced at Nat, she looked like she was on the verge of falling asleep. Until Dean spoke again.

"If there are no questions, that brings us to team selections. Four aircrafts will be flying this mission. We've chosen the best, and I am already convinced of the success of this mission. The teams will be as follows: Slayer will be paired with Phoenix and Bob."

His heart sank. Shit. That was supposed to be Bradley's pairing. Fucking Slayer. But it probably didn't matter too much if he was flying alongside a different two-seater, just as long as he was in the air with his friends. Really, all four aircrafts were responsible for keeping each other safe, so he wouldn't be too far from them at all.

"And the second team will be Charmer paired with Terror and Mack."

It took a second to register. But slowly, it seemed like everyone in the room was turning to stare at Bradley. Admiral Dean looked smug. Nat and Bob looked distraught. And Slayer looked damn near delighted. Then Charmer turned to him and laughed.

And Bradley had the fleeting thought that his career was over. He was the oldest aviator in the room by a few years. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was falling short with proving himself in the air just as he had been messing things up on the ground with you. And that sick, embarrassed feeling in his stomach was there to stay as all those thoughts took up permanent residence in his mind.

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Oh. That stings. That really hurt my feelings. Bradley could fly circles around them. And how do we feel about Jake? Cat? Jeremiah? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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unbidden-yidden · 7 months

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I cropped this to make my own post because I didn't want to start discourse for OP who is just minding their business and whose posts I've seen around and from that is someone I respect.

(OP if you see this and want to participate in this discussion you are more than welcome to; I just didn't want to derail your post that had a clear intended audience that wasn't me or most of my followers.)

However this:

Is so interesting to me theologically, because I'm not sure I could relate less, lol.

I never want punishment for punishment's sake for anyone, even my worst enemies. I just don't. I don't think it helps at all or fixes anything. If anything, it makes me feel worse, because then I have to consider the ethics of causing suffering to someone or having suffering caused on my behalf. If you hurt me, I don't want a moral, ethical obligation to consider your feelings and empathize with you. You just hurt me! If I hurt you back in ways that aren't simply self-defense, but are calculated and premeditated for the sole purpose of revenge, it doesn't fix whatever you broke, and it just creates a crack that allows you to claim a moral grey area that didn't exist before. And no, I don't want an eternal Hell to exist for me, my enemies or anyone else. The worst person I can think of could not possibly, in the duration of a human lifetime, ever deserve an eternity of punishment. Period. It's not proportional, it still doesn't fix whatever you broke, and it ethically forces my hand to forgive you to hopefully avoid a fate that no one should face.

No, the one thing that I want is teshuva. Let's take the most extreme personal example I can think of: the person who abused me. He cannot fix what he did to me, because it's done. The trauma is there, and no apology could possibly heal it. I healed it, after a lot of hard work. I don't want any kind of relationship with him and have been no contact for years now. So literally the only thing he can actually realistically do is to work on himself so he never abuses anyone else. I don't wish for bad things to happen to him. I gave him everything I had when we were together because I loved him. I don't wish for him to experience abuse, because that's actually almost certainly what started this cycle of violence to begin with. I hope he finds peace, I hope he works on his mental health, and I hope he works on himself so that he never abuses anyone else. If he wanted to make teshuva, then, he would need to (1) recognize the true extent of what he did to me and regret it thoroughly, (2) apologize sincerely, (3) otherwise continue to stay away from me, and (4) actually deal with his problems so that he never hurts anyone else. And so long as he remained in a state of not abusing others, he would have my full forgiveness. He hasn't done any of that, but if he did, I would forgive him fully. How would punishing him help me? I don't care what he does these days as long as he stays no contact and doesn't abuse anyone else.

And yeah - I'm certain Hashem loves him and every other part of creation as much as She loves me; I sure hope so, actually! That doesn't give him or me or anyone else a free pass, but the love of G-d is unconditional, like an idealized parent-child relationship. A loving parent still holds a child accountable, even if they forgive the child for wrongdoing, because the accountability process is actually part of that love. A parent who refuses to hold their child accountable is actually being neglectful.

Anyway it's just an interesting cultural difference, because the very concept of an eternal Hell breaks my faith in a way that unconditional love of G-d towards everyone, including the worst people I know, doesn't.

#while I think this is in some ways a Jewish/Xtian cultural difference #I don't think it's a perfect 1:1 mapping #I've had Xtians lay out beliefs on forgiveness that more closely match my Jewish ones than mainstream Xtian ones

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 11 months

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Thank you!!!!! So I was thinking of something like the reader is a childhood friend of Aelin and she meets Fenrys on Rolfe's ship and she realized they are mates but she was to scared to tell him and then Maeve came and she went with Rowan, Lorcan and Elide to rescue Fen and Aelin. More fluff after.

You're amazing!! ❤️ ❤️

This is a mix of these two requests and the some more insanity that I just threw in here. So just enjoy a little enemies to lovers goodness. 🤍✨

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You know when you meet a person and straight away you just know that it won't work? You can practically feel the aura around you clashing. The tension lingering. The heaviness. The calculated looks. That's how it was with Fenrys. The ongoing battle to not give into the desire to slash his throat when he babbled his cocky nonsense. As a male he wasn't too bad for the eye but boy oh boy when he opened his mouth.

"I still think you two should just...", Aelin stated but you only clanked your cup on the table. "Don't bother finishing that sentence", you pointed a finger her way earning a low growl from Rowan who was set across the room, "Oh don't you start, you territorial hawk". The male narrowed his eyes at you but you thew him just as much of a sharp glare.

"Okay, you two that's enough. I don't need you two fighting", Aelin reached for your hand, squeezing it gently in the hope of getting you to turn your attention back to her. She knew how you viewed all males. Life hasn't been kind in that sense. Same as with Lysandra there were boundaries. A deeply buried fear of being used again. Of being dominated. Repressed. Pushed around and used.

Hence why Aelin was willing to leave you behind if sailing in a closed-off ship with a handful of fea soldiers seemed way too much for you. But of course, you went. You brushed it off as if you weren't phased by it even when your body screamed at you from the moment Rowan had reached out for your hand to help you onto the ship.

"Just... if you worked together", but you shook your head. You knew where this was going and sure you wanted to help but the answer was going to stay the same. What she was asking of you was too much. It required too much. It was too personal. Too intimate. And you hated the male. Even if you agreed it would never work. "I love you and I want to help but if we can't do it without him getting involved, I'm not doing it", your words were cold. Colder than you would have liked but you just weren't ready to step over that line.

Rowan shook his head and Aelin's eyes softened. Without a doubt, they were doing that weird mind-to-mind communication that mates did. You just stood there waiting to be dismissed. Even if you knew that you could have easily walked out yourself. With a sigh, Aelin turned your way, "Alright, get some sleep. We have time to figure this out". You wanted to say that there was nothing to figure out but you kept your mouth closed.

The cold midnight breeze hit your skin as you stepped onto the deck. It wasn't all that surprising that none was out, all cooped up in their little cabins. You braised yourself on the side of the ship, looking ahead of yourself. Letting your mind get as clouded as the sky in front of you.

"Here to poison the ocean with your venom?", the voice startled you, making you grip the wooden brim but you didn't turn around. "Go inside pup, before your fur gets damp and you'll complain about it for the rest of the trip", you snarl back, hoping that the lack of attention would keep him away. Yet instead you bear a light chuckle and the footsteps that get louder and louder.

"Don't worry the undercoat will keep me warm", Fenrys purr as he nudges your shoulder slightly, making you glare at him even more, "Cheer up, we only have another handful of days together". You flash him the most ingenuous smile you could can, "Not unless I jump off the ship and drown myself". Fenrys cackles some more, "I'm sure the fishes would return you in a short while".

The bickering when on and on. Spitting insults where they fit. Having people separating you from one another at times but mostly it was the silent brooding. The death glares and the bitterness that for the most part did more damage than words.

Until this morning. You woke up with a jolt even before the sun had risen. Hand on your chest as you looked around your cabin. It was empty. The door with your makeshift lock was still closed. Yet something felt wrong.

Throwing your legs over the edge you moved to sit up but the pain that pierced through your chest made you frown, a light gasp slipping past your lips. You stilled for a moment, letting your body find itself steady once more. But the nudging didn't ease. It urged you. As if beckoning you to move, to do something.

Some fresh air, you thought to yourself. Some fresh air would help, you were sure. Leaning onto the walls on your way up to the deck you could swear the walk there was never as long. The coldness hit you like a brick, almost making you stagger back, yet you stepped forward. The pain only grew, making you almost want to claw at your chest.

"What's up with you and your night walks? Don't you know some of us want privacy?", you threw your glance to the side where Fenrys was sitting on the upper part of the deck. Somehow seeing him here made you feel slightly better, yet you still muttered, "Get lost", before your eyes darted to the shadows dancing across the ship. Each of them makes you turn around over and over again.

"I don't want what kind of funny stunt you're pulling but you can give up the act", Fenrys grumbled at the sight of you frantically turning around the deck. Only when you started clawing at your skin almost drawing blood did he smell the fear that was practically dripping off you. "Y/N", he called out a lot more softly, rushing down the set of steps.

"I won't do it, leave me alone, I won't do it", you muttered, breathing picking up. Fenrys stepped closer. He knew that approaching someone while they were in fight or flight mode was dangerous. You needed to be extremely particular with your actions. He'd seen many soldiers dying because they had chosen the wrong path of approaching an army friend after a particularly traumatic fight. Many had lost their lives to a fear blackout.

So when Fenrys reached for you, his movements were as slow as they could be. Gently sliding down your forearms, moving down to your palms, before he carefully laced his fingers with yours, making you stop the frantic attempt to look out for whatever you were afraid of. "I'm not insane", you crocked out and Fenrys instantly nodded, "Of course, you're not. I would never think that". Your eyes met his for a brief moment and Fenrys could swear the depth of them could drown him. But then the most painful cry slipped past your lips as you fell to the floor.

The door to the desk opened with a thud and Aelin followed by Rowan and the rest spilled out. Aelin called out your name, stepping forward but hitting a wall that you must have summoned. Her hands braced the surface as she tried to find a crack so she could get in. "Fenrys", Aelin called out in fear, catching the male's glance.

Your cries only grew louder as you fought whatever that was torturing you from within. "You need to help her", she practically cried out at the sight in front of her, Fenrys shook his head in confusion. "She is a psychic, she needs to let the vision flow through her but she hasn't... Fenrys", Aelin crocked out watching as you moved your hands over your temples, scratching the skin. Fenrys quickly pulled at your wrists, pulling your hands away from your skin.

You tried to break out of his grip but Fenrys didn't budge. Pulling your hands closer he moved them towards his lips, kissing both of your palms before, before placing them onto his shoulder. "You're a stubborn, stubborn girl", he muttered, gently cupping your face. Your body twitched, he could see you fighting it. He could tell that you were afraid. He just wasn't aware of what exactly. Of the process of seeing or what that meant for the future.

"Let go", Fenrys muttered softly, making you let out a low growl as you sink your nails into the male's shoulder. "Let go, before it destroys you from within", yet you shook your head, gritting your teeth as hard as you can. Already seeing the flashes of your consciousness slipping. Fenrys mouth thinned into a tight line, "Let go. I promise I'll pull you from down under. I won't let go", his words made your heart skip a beat. The world around you stopped. It felt like you couldn't hear anything. You couldn't make out anything. Yet in that nothingness, you could still feel it. Feel him. Feel Fenrys who stood there right beside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mind finally slipped. Fenrys was quick to catch you in his arms. Wrapping you up in his strong embrace, while you muttered words under your breath in the language that he couldn't understand. Lowering you carefully, Fenrys nestled you in his arms. Watching every expression on your face. Every frown, every movement of the muscle made him wonder how long he would have to endure this.

A sharp pain pierced his heart right as the stream of blood trickled down your lip. A fear like Fenrys had never felt before. It shifted something within him, as he reached for your face, "Ei, no, no, you don't linger in there. Come back", he called out frantically, tapping your cheek slightly. But it's like you didn't hear him or didn't want to. All of a sudden all Fenrys come to hear and feel was you.

The sound of your painful breath. The way your heartbeat becomes less powerful. The way your smell suddenly started to shift. The wolf with him howled. His blood ran cold and then he felt it. A thread of light that suddenly pulled from within his chest and toward you.

And even if it frightened him, Fenrys clasped onto that thread with all that he had, pulling you towards him. Filling the painful wounds on your side with nothing but love and care. It felt like a cruel joke in the given moment but he couldn't give you up. Every part of his body was screaming at him to keep fighting.

And then it all went static. It all stilled. Fenrys was surrounded by emptiness. For a second it felt as if he had died and then a hash inhale of breath set your heart beating again. Fenrys pressed you even closer to him. Fighting the tears that were burning his eyes.

"I would like some air", you mumbled and Fenrys instantly pulled back, allowing you more breathing room. Your face looked tired, sweat covering your skin. Yet you gave him a weak smile. "I take it back. I don't want to give you to the fishes", he muttered under his breath. You reached for his cheek, brushing some of the damp hair away from his face, "Good because I don't want to jump".

#fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam #tog imagine #tog reader #throne of glass x reader #the throne of glass imagne #rowan whitethorn #lorcan lochan salvatorre #gavriel #aelin ashryver galathynius #the cadre

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Hi! I really love all your takes and character analysis. I'm new-ish to Batman so these are always so educational for me 😅 I was wondering, in your opinion, of all the batkids, who would you say would make the most terrifying villains? And who, canonically, would you say exercises the most self control to prevent exactly that from happening? Like every day, they have to work to prevent themselves from crossing that line.

...(Is it Dick? I feel like you're going to say Dick)

Thank you!

You got me!! Those are good questions!

I had to think a lot about this honestly.

So for most terrifying villain, I would say Dick. Mostly because it's just canon. When Dick was the villain both times in New Order and in DC vs Vampires, he practically eradicated the world based on who he felt needed to go. In DC vs Vampires he didn't care for anyone so by the time he was done there were no humans left. In New Order he lost it when the heroes accidentally killed Bruce and thus destroyed the entire justice league and remade himself as the head of all military operations under the government. Dick also knows exactly how to kill Bruce and he's terrified of it (Nightwing: Knight Terrors). Kory once told him during the Teen Titans (2003?) comic that Dick could stack up all the Titans and could take on the Justice League if he wanted to but Dick states that he knows and that's exactly why he's scared.

Also the way he manipulates every single person in existence in both his typical Nightwing runs is just a hint of the brilliance. Many times when his partners want to chase after a villain, he makes them let them go so that he grab the lizard, its hiding spot, and its family rather than just the tail.

Grayson Annual #3

Dick is not reckless in anyway either, he plans and analyzes and calculates as he moves which makes him a fantastic strategist, detective, and doer all in one.

Or actually I change my mind, I choose Cass. I forgot about her initially. Cass can beat everyone in the world (except Harley). Batman has admitted it too.

Detective Comics (2016) Issue #951

She's unstoppable. So unless the Batfamily sends in Harley, in a straight fight where no one runs away *cough* Batman Issue 137 *cough*, then Cass would win. After her though, in a tactical and fighting sense combined it would be Dick.

Jason is canonically the one who struggles with self-control everyday. But unlike some people, I don't think this a fault of his that should be changed or erased. To me, each robin represents a certain characteristic of society.

Dick - the hope of the people.

Jason - the anger of the people.

Tim - the morality of the people.

Stephanie - the safety of the people.

Damian - the rights of the people.

Dick says the meaning of robin is helping the good. And all the robins do this in their own ways.

Jason's robin represents the rightful anger by the people against the injustice. Like the Boston Tea Party against Britain's taxation, Jason was born and raised in Gotham so his love for the common people on the street is overwhelming. He wants to help every woman and child find a better life and survive because it's reflective of the life he and his mother were forced to face. So when he sees a man sexually assaulting a woman or beating a child or selling drugs, his anger bursts out. And in Gotham, there's a lot of that everywhere. So take a good person and put in him the skills and fuel for hurting the bad and you get Jason Todd. That's why from his Robin days he has struggled with self-control.

"He was a drug dealing pimp."

Batman (1940) Issue #645

"I'm sorry...but that doesn't mean he didn't deserve it."

Furthermore in the Batman Urban Legends comic also in the Batman and Robin Eternal comic it shows that Jason's greatest wish is the Joker's death and that coupled with the Gotham War and Selina's interference, Jason has the most trouble with self-control. But I believe it's rightfully so.

I think after Jason it's Dick who struggles with self-control. Not as robin but as Nightwing. Especially during his darkest days of the Nightwing (1996) comic and the Outsiders comic, Dick has been shown to forcibly stop himself when someone hurts his friends or family.

Okay, the difference between Jason and Dick's struggle with self-control is that Jason feels it all the time because his motivating factor is ever present while Dick only struggles with it when someone hurts the people he loves because that's Dick's motivating factor.

Damian is the one who has the most trouble after that. Then Stephanie, Tim, Cass, and Duke. Although if you're including Stephanie's robin days, she would be tied with Jason.

#dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #robin jason todd #bruce wayne #batman #cassandra cain #orphan #cl anon asks #thanks for the ask!

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Ooh ooh I just had A Thought. How would Lily react to my OC Val (S) who would put up zero resistance to being conditioned?

Val is a great OC and definitely deserves the Lily Treatment.

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TW: Mind control, hypnotic induction

"Well, you're a well-behaved one, aren't you?"

"That's what my teachers often told me," said Val, sinking into the comfortable leather chair, not looking at the vampire across from her. Lily looked a lot like a schoolteacher, with a sensible blue cardigan over a modest gray dress, with a sweet smile that seemed calculated to put people at ease.

Of course, Val knew better. They'd seen Lily take the other people from the cells and return them in varying states of mindless obedience.

Val knew they should be struggling, should be fighting this with all their might. But they knew it was a battle they didn't stand a chance of winning. The vampires were strong and powerful, they clearly knew what they were doing, and there were a lot of them patrolling the auction house.

Not to mention the fact that even the thought of causing trouble caused them to freeze up in a wave of cold, overwhelming fear.

So yes, Val had been well-behaved.

"I think it's very smart, and not because it makes my job easier. And not just because resistance is completely futile for you, either," said Lily. "If you're well-behaved, and don't resist, it'll be a lot easier to preserve your mind. Not only is that good news for you on its own, it also means you're more likely to be bought by a master who enjoys the company of humans. It's a winning situation for everyone."

Val nodded, feeling miserable. What Lily said might actually be correct, but it didn't really make them feel all that much better at having effectively just given up.

"You don't seem to see it that way, of course." Lily leaned in, with an expression that almost seemed like genuine concern. "You're so sad and fearful. You're scared of what I'm going to do, aren't you?"

Val had to hold themself back from a sarcastic remark. Obviously they was scared of the vampire here to wipe their mind and turn them into some obedient thrall. "No," they lied. "I'm fine. Go ahead and do what you're going to do."

"You don't need to be scared -- "

"I'm not scared!" they snapped, and then immediately shrank back into their seat. Great move, shouting at Lily, angering the vampire who held their fate in her hands.

"I know you're scared. And I'm not angry," said Lily, in a strangely reassuring way. "Everyone who comes in here with me is scared."

"Even if I am scared, it doesn't change what you're going to do to me."

"It does, actually," said Lily. "Well, you're going to be a thrall either way. But I was completely honest that you'll have a much better outcome if you're honest with me and don't resist. My powers are very relaxing and pleasant... but only if you don't fight them."

Of course, she would say that. Much more convenient to not have to subdue a struggling human, no doubt. But there also wasn't a real reason to doubt her, either, especially if they weren't walking out of here with their mind intact either way.

"Let's try something. Humor me," said Lily. "I'll give you one command. One simple, harmless command, with my powers. You won't resist it, and you'll see how it feels. If it's awful, you can fight me all you like. But if it's not, then maybe we can come to an understanding."

This was probably a bad idea. The fact that Val was considering this at all was probably an indication that the mind control was starting to work. But they also didn't seriously think they were leaving this room without submitting to the vampire, so they really didn't have a lot to lose here. "Okay," they agreed. "One command, and I won't resist it."

"Very good." Lily leaned forward, so close now, and very lightly touched the sides of Val's temples. "Is this okay, dear?"

Val didn't really want to think about how nice the kind-seeming touch felt. "Yeah."

"Are you ready for your command?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Then relax."

Val frowned. Even if they wanted to be obedient and not resist the command, there was no way they could relax under these conditions. They were horrible at relaxing even when they weren't in immediate danger from vampires. Lily might as well ask them to walk on the moon or turn inside out.

"You don't need to try and relax," said Lily, as though she'd sensed Val's thoughts. "What you actually need to do is to not resist when I command you to relax."

"...I can try," said Val.

"That's all I'm asking." Lily's hands began to trace soft circles on their temples, and it felt so weirdly nice. "Now relax."

Val felt something, something in her tone of voice pushing at their mind. That must be what Lily meant. Well, they did agree to not resist one harmless command, so --

They let the command in.

And the relaxation washed over them, the first real relaxation they'd had in what was probably years. It felt amazing.

"There you are," said Lily, a hint of smugness in her voice. "You see?"

"That was..." Val struggled to find the words. They only knew that they wanted Lily to do that again.

"Relax," said Lily, her fingers brushing Val's face. "Relax, relax, relax, relax."

With every command, Val found themself floating in a sea of bliss, as their muscles finally unclenched and their anxiety washed away. Lily had been telling the truth. Her powers really were wonderful when Val wasn't resisting them.

"Now you understand," said Lily with a smile.

"Yeah..." they said softly. "Is this what it's going to be like?"

"It is," she said. "Do you like feeling this way? Be honest."

Val had no inclination to lie. "Yes."

"Then relax, dear pet." Lily brushed her hand through Val's hair. "You like being obedient, don't you? Being obedient feels so good."

They shuddered from the intense feeling. "I'm not -- I'm not sure it's exactly --"

"Shh, shh, hush. Relax. It's natural that you feel good when you're obedient. You've been so well behaved. You haven't caused any trouble. Obedience is your nature. I can tell."

Val's head felt more and more like it was being filled with soft cotton as Lily stroked her hair and talked softly. "...You think so?"

"Yes. And you're going to make an excellent thrall. You'll make a vampire very, very happy, and I'm sure they'll treat you very well."

They didn't want to hope. They'd spent their entire time in the auction house scared out of their mind of what could become of them. But the hope that things might not be awful, that they could even be pleasant --

"So obedient, so docile, so relaxed," said Lily, tracing a pattern on Val's forehead. "Let it all in, and it will feel so good."

Oh, it did. Val was staring directly into Lily's eyes now, soaking in her words uncritically, the hypnosis setting in before they'd even fully realized it. After all, obedience felt so good.

"You must be so exhausted from all that worry and struggle."

Val nodded, feeling the weight of years of stress. "I am. I'm so tired, all the time."

"Of course you are. You are so tired. So sleepy. So drowsy." Lily's finger traced downwards on Val's forehead, between their eyes. Down, down, down. "So, so deeply tired from all of that anxiety. It's going to feel so good to surrender to me and lay that heavy burden down."

"Yeah..."

"That's right. Your burden is becoming lighter and lighter even as your eyelids become heavier and heavier. You're relaxing and letting yourself be taken care of, just like you've always quietly desired. And now that you're finally relaxed, you are. So. Sleepy."

They couldn't help but yawn. Lily was right. They were so sleepy, and the room was warm and the chair was comfortable, and Lily's voice was soothing.

"Surrender," Lily whispered. "Just shut those heavy, heavy eyes and take a nice long nap, and everything you've been worried about will be all sorted out when you wake up."

Val blinked their heavy eyes. That sounded so good. They wanted to take a nap so badly; they kept yawning, and their eyelids kept drifting down, begging for sleep. They were aware in the back of their mind that this was all Lily's doing, but they didn't really care that much. All they could focus on was how tempting it was to give in and do whatever Lily said.

"Close your eyes and sleep, dear pet," said Lily. "I'm only going to train you to be more obedient and feel more pleasure, and you don't have to be awake for any of it. In fact, it's preferable that you aren't. So go ahead and shut down those heavy, tired eyes."

They couldn't do anything but nod. They felt like they were floating in a warm cloud made of sleep and peacefulness, and every time they accepted one of Lily's commands, they received a warm rush of comfort. Lily had been right. There had been no reason at all to resist.

Val shut their eyes and began to dream.

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king-paimon · 2 months

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Houseki no Kuni Chapter 106 Thoughts: Bon Voyage...

Hello all. I hope these last few months have been kind to you in some way. These months have been... a lot. Some very good things happened, and some very bad. I wish we lived in a world were tragedies were just fiction, but that sadly isn't the case. I won't elaborate, but I promise, I'm okay. I just hope 2024 improves, though I know for many others, just hoping isn't enough.

I'm sorry for this late post. Once again, real life had me so distracted that I honestly forgot about Houseki no Kuni's chapter coming out this month. I only remembered when I saw activity around my older HnK posts.

Well, I finished reading the chapter and it was very beautiful and sad in different ways. I'll share more of my thoughts, though I don't think it'll be as long or detailed as my previous ones to be honest... Though I could be wrong! We'll see how it fairs. And who knows? Maybe I'll make another post to dissect this chapter further. But for now, I'll just write whatever comes to mind and try to make it as coherent as possible. I hope you like it. And as always, please feel free to share your own thoughts!

Here we go!

Thunderous Spectacle: The Final Journey

Once again, Ms. Haruko Ichikawa decided to flex her art skills by making beautiful, bombastic illustrations that encapsulates the chaos that is happening on Earth. And the ship departing looks straight out of a sci-fi movie; my mind went to Star Trek when I first saw those pages. Maybe Dune would be more appropriate; I actually don't know, I haven't read or watched Dune, though I hear it's very good.

I wish I had more to say about the visuals for this chapter, but I think they speak for themselves. I will say though...It's moments like this when I marvel... this was originally about a silly gem child trying to find their place in the world. And this is how their journey is finally coming to an end. Almost nothing is recognizable. This certainly was not how I thought this story, or specifically Phos' story, was going to unfold. I wonder if this was Haruko Ichikawa's plan from the beginning? Who can say...

Speaking of plans... Let's talk about Phos's and Eyeball's conversation.

Manipulation or Consideration: Humanity's Parting "Gift"

That was an interesting conversation Eyeball and Phos had when they were finishing up putting the little pebbles onto the ship. I think I remember stating in the last post how I thought it was odd that the Lunarians had this ship prepared for Phos. I'm glad this was somewhat addressed, but the conversation reveals that there was more behind this literal Deus ex Machina ship.

(I will never stop calling it that)

So if I'm understanding Eyeball's logic, Adamant and the Lunarians were considering Phos in the end? That after Phos fulfilled their last duties to the remnants of humanity that they'd be given the chance to leave the planet with whatever species came about before the planet died- Oh. Wait.

Wait.

Was this the thing that Adamant and Aechmea were alluding to back in chapter 96???

Oh my goodness, I think it was.

As I was typing this and going over some of the saved pages I had from the previous chapters, I saw the one with Euclase and I suddenly remembered their weird conversation with Adamant and Aechmea. I also remembered wondering what the heck they meant in the later chapters since their plan for Phos seemed to only be self serving.

HUH.

( Please let me know if I'm way off! For all I know, I could be making stuff up, but oh my goodness, when I made that connection AAaahh)

This was not how this portion was originally going to go, but there you go. I was going to talk about how twisted but not surprising how calculated everything was from the the Lunarians and the other ruminants of humanity's end. And I was also going to mention how the Doctor also fit into this since she was also calculated and manipulative in her own ways. Despite the different forms it takes, humanity didn't seem to change much in this world...

I was also going to originally say that the Deus ex machina ship feels like a backhanded "gift" for Phos, especially after everything that happened to them. And though I still feel that way, after thinking back to chapter 96, I'm now starting to see Phos's perspective of this gift. That despite everything that they put them through, Phos's former families still left this parting gift for them so they could live on elsewhere after they are long gone and when Phos was free from their duties. It's still a backhanded gift in my opinion, but it showed that they cared... at least a bit.

And the fact that their plan also included Eyeball is just wow. I do not blame his small, comedic outburst for that realization. He was manipulated too from the getgo!

At least in the end, Phos chose not to go into the ship. Phos intended to burn that bridge. Even though this thought was implanted by Sensei, Adamant, and the Lunarians, Phos still made that choice on their own and they are owning it. It's bittersweet, though, because regardless of whether or not they stayed or went, Phos's decisions were still a result of them being manipulated one way or another. Pretty much a lose-lose kind of situation, but at least the choice that Phos chose in the end still aligned with what they wanted in they end.

They are giving Eyeball and the little pebbles a chance for a fresh start while Phos can finally end the cycle... By taking humanity and himself to bitter end...

Or does he?

Goodnight, Phosphophyllite

The final farewell between Phos and Eyeball was touching. In a last minute decision to give Phos closure and in an act of true salvation, Eyeball took the last piece of Phos with him. The true remaining piece of Phosphophyllite. To me, this action felt more earnest and heartwarming than the Deus Ex Machina Ship (but that's just me).

What will happen with that piece of Phosphophyllite? Who knows? Maybe that piece will gain sentience and live a peaceful life with the pebbles? A life free of all the constraints as well as the freedoms that was intentionally and unintentionally reinforced within societies created by the former remnants of humanity? I suppose we'll have to wait and see.

As for the Phos that was left behind? The Phos that we've watch evolve from the beginning to end? They will finally rest.

They will finally, and truly be free.

(Albeit in a seemingly not so pleasant way?? Well, they weren't complaining so maybe the lava and other harsh elements isn't hurting them. I hope that's the case.)

I had the feeling that this chapter will be the last time we see Phos, or at least this version of Phos, and it would be a sad but proper send off.

But after seeing THIS at the end, I'm not so sure:

Of course Haruko Ichikawa decides to be cheeky with that little note. Ma'am. Why did you say this???

Is this her roundabout way of saying that Phos is kind of back to square 1? Of being the lonely, jobless Phos who no longer has a purpose and is left with nothing to do but "think." That's pretty funny/messed up joke if that's what she's hinting at.

But again, we'll have to wait and see.

WELP. That's all I have for you all. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings and I'd love to hear what you thought about this chapter. We're nearly at the end of this saga. We're are almost there...

Please be worth it.

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk #lotl #hnk spoiler #hnk spoilers #hnk manga #lotl spoilers #hnk meta #hnk phos #personal thoughts #hnk chapter 106 #hnk chapter 96 #hnk analysis #story analysis #long post #meta post

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peachy-tea-anon · 2 years

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𝚈𝚘𝚞...𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝?

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

synopsis: it's your anniversary with wilbur, and you cook him his favorite dinner, but... why is he taking so long to come home?

TW: cursing, angst, hurt, abandonment etc

as you counted down the days until your anniversary with your boyfriend wilbur, you decided you wanted to suprise him! so, about a week or two before the day, you asked him if he would mind coming over to "just hang out". he agreed, and when the day came, you started cooking.

you put on a nice dress, knowing will would still be in a collared button up and nice pants from work. you cooked ALL. DAY. going to the grocery store, letting the bread dough rise, making dessert, boiling pasta.. it was a lot to handle.

you calculated an estimate time for him to be home, and once it hit that time, you set the table, lit candles, and turned on soft jazz music. oh, and of course, stashing away his gift.

...

after what felt like ages of waiting, y/n decided to call him.

...ring...

“hi, this is wilbur, leave a message after the beep“

y/n sat, a little shocked. so she decided to text him, just in case he was taking the subway and didn't want to be rude by answering the phone.

y/n💕

hey will, you on your way?

*20 mins later*

wilbur, you there?

where are you?

will..?

as an hour had passed, y/n realized he wasn't coming. she just stared down at her lap, and cried.

she didn't know how long she was crying, could've been minutes, could have been hours. but her sobs were broken by the front door making its clicking noise.

y/n was paralyzed. she could barely breathe.

as wilbur stepped through the entry way, he looked no different than normal. not rushed, not sorrowful...

"where the fuck were you wilbur."

"i was just at tommy's, why?"

y/n kept her head down.

"why didn't you answer my calls? ot my texts?"

"oh, tommy and i were playing a game that just came out. idk what the big deal is..."

y/n shook with anger, still not letting wilbur look at her in the face.

"not a big deal?" she brings her head up, and wilbur noticed her running mascara and puffy red eyes. "do you even know what today is?"

wilbur's heart dropped as he realized.

it was their anniversary.

"you know what, im leaving." you said, not even pausing to grab a coat to protect against the harsh weather. "i made all of your favorites. it's all in the fridge so you can microwave it." you said bleakly, eyes filling with tears as you turn to him one last time.

"i even got you a gift." you shove the beautifully wrapped present box with a card on top into his chest, letting your eyes wander up into his. his eyes were filled to the brim with tears, and his face is in a state of pure shock.

"im gonna go. don't even think about calling or texting me." you said, slamming the front door behind you.

Wilbur pov

fuck.

i've fucked up.

i had forgot the most important day of the year. she tried to make plans, and i went to tommy's instead to play a stupid fucking video game.

she worked all day to make all of this food for us.

wilbur laid his their shared bed, sobbing in a curled up ball, only before sitting up and staring at the gift box. it was quite large, very enticing, but he decided to read the card first.

"dearest wilbur,

there are no words to describe the amount of love i feel for you. you have helped me so so much, and i can never thank you enough. your passion, determination, and the amount of love you put into things is and always will be a marvel to me. you make me feel cared for, and no matter how bad it gets, you're always there for me.""

"you're always there for me"

as he slowly opened the box, the tears immediately started flowing.

it was a guitar.

wilbur remembered this guitar.

on their first date, wilbur took y/n to the city to roam around and see the new shops. they stopped inside a cute, quaint little music shop. he made a light comment about how he played guitar, and y/ns eyes lit up, immediately bugging him to play something with one of the shops guitars. they sat down and he played a light tune, a love song. written for her. she fell in love.

that was the guitar, sitting before him.

he didn't know what to do, but he had to do something to make things right.

a/n: HELLO EVERYONEEEE!! peachy is back and better than ever. a pt. 2 to this will come out at some point, comment if you wanna be tagged. im glad to be back, soon ill be doing a request event, so if you have any good prompts, comment!! ty guys so much, and stay peachy.🍑🍵

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“Two Worlds,One Heart”Prologue

Word Count: 1500+ A/N: Don’t flop I beg.

Tighnari X Kitsune Reader

"Y/N you're finally awake! We should go play!" Your sibling stated seeing you awake from your slumber as they patiently waited for you. Yae mikos tail ecstatically wagged at you, you'd mirror it back to her showing how happy both of you were. The life of an Yokai is interesting nonetheless but also hardships have to be encountered eventually.

Your bond with Yae Miko strengthened to the point where it was unbreakable, but you both could only last around 2 weeks without one another. The calming atmosphere and presence you'd both give each other was always welcomed.

"Yae miko is there any chance we can take a break from work for a few days? I'm sure the 3rd chief editor or main Shrine maiden can take care of our duties for a day or so." You asked, losing your energy from the weeks becoming more tiresome. "Now now my dear little one, if they take over our job for a few days, which way will we be able to tell it's all good?" She stated, eating her fried tofu while you ate your dango. It was a rare sight to see one of you out, rarer when both of you were.

Unlike yae, you had your tail and ears out while Yae only had her ears. Everyone knew what Yokai you were, the Kitsune, almighty beings who gain a tail every 100 years and becomes more powerful with each tail granted. It was nearly impossible for inazumians to guess it but it was entertaining nonetheless for you and Miko to watch them all bicker about the ages of you both.

You looked at her with curiosity, she'd give you a hm in return of your gaze towards her. "Well can I at least go Yae Miko?" You stated, hangs moving forward and becoming fists while staring at her with anticipation. "Of course you can dear~ Just don't have too much fun that you don't come back alright?"

She stated, continuing to eat her noodles and tofu. You were ecstatic about leaving inazuma for a little period of time. Goodness everyone was staring at your tail, swishing rapidly side to side. Glad the chairs didn't have a back and instead were stools. Or else your tail would be uncomfortable.

"Does that mean I can finally go to Sumeru?" You said your usually pinned down ears slightly rised, hoping you heard Yae Miko clearly.”Yes, I’ll miss you though, make sure to send back letters to dear me.” She stated giving you a headpat and slightly ruffled your hair. “When do you plan to go? We need to prepare you.” Miko stated, seemingly finished with her meal and her attention fixed on you. “I was hoping to do it next week… Monday or well start my trip on Sunday perhaps.”

“We’ll get the check.” Miko stated seeing you finished your dango, You getting out your purse ready to pay when she gave you a gaze saying “I’ll pay for it.” With a wink on her face. Luckily you understood. “Miko if I’m correct it’s currently Wednesday. I’m pretty sure it’s 3pm by now and we came around 2:30pm. So if I plan to arrive there daytime… Should I go around 11pm? I doubt the boat will be quick, especially if the shoguns lightning may struck which it shouldn’t because of our relationship is stable with her.” You stated, trying to remember correctly.

“My my, when did you become a calculator?” She stated slightly teasing you. “Alright, I’ll let the Publishing house and the Shrine maidens know today or tomorrow. In the meantime, may you help me with reading our apprentices works? Or do you want to help the shrine maidens today?” She asked, stopping in her tracks turning back and waited for your reply.

“Well which one are you doing today Miko? I thought you were going to read the works we have. Or are you changing your mind based on my input?” You asked. Thinking about the question she had just asked. “Well I’m going to read, you recently visited Mondstadt didn’t you? Maybe we could add a few subtle details into the stories. Or maybe Ms hina can help us out with her column.” She did her signature laugh. “Do we really need to bring ‘them’ into this Miko? Didn’t they go through enough with you already?” You asked, with a slight dead serious look on your face with ur hands on the sides of your hips.

“Alright alright I get it, you’re too eager to read today aren’t you?” She stated, grabbing your hand slightly, dragging you towards the building. While you silently complied, knowing not to respond. Upon opening the entrance many familiar writers were working. You spent around the next hour or so making everything published go smoothly and refining books.

The rest of the few days of the week were spent on researching, which is what you’d do when you’re away from your books. You learned about a few of sumerus native plants and culture such as the Sumeru rose or Nilotpala Lotus. They had a giant school called the “Akademiya” But its Archon wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Confused by this as most regions have their archons anywhere within the region made you even more curious in the nation.

“Alright I need to make a quick trip to the stores to get everything I need for the trip. I believe, if I get everything I need it should be smooth sailing from here hopefully. Maybe someone can give me directions when I arrive into liyue and enter through the chasm.” You wondered hoping someone was kind enough to help you out. Fingers tapped against the wood of the desk. With the other one as a stool for your head as confusion clouded your mind.

Grabbing your diary from the shelf, dusting it off slightly as it hasn’t been touched for a few days, dust covering your fingers slightly making it grey. Ignoring the lingering dust you read through, looking for additional information you may have added when you first heard about sumeru around a few years past.

Circling anything you found useful that was already written on a page before repeating the process. With the occasional Fox and inazuman related doodles, debating if you should bring it with you or keep it here as there’s magic lingering on it that only allows you and Miko to open could be considered as a weapon if they thought about it. Gently and neatly placing it into the bag you were going to bring, which luckily for you could float so you didn’t have to carry nor had to worry about anyone stealing as Electrograna shield protected it. Adding electro to those who dare to try.

“Well I suppose I can bring this. As long as they allow it I should be safe.” You stated, pondering and walking around the room, tail flicked slightly. You stared back at the empty desk, turning your light back on for the meantime. Continuing to draw in your sketchbook in your plant pages. Might as well put information as soon as you can. You never know when they can come in handy.

Maybe I should book this boat. It seems to be heading to liyues city and I slightly know my way around so I should be able to make it towards sumeru with no difficulties or injuries if I’m correct unless anything is trying to eliminate me for some reason.” You said as you sketched a similar looking boat to help you memorize what it would look like before you had your trip. Which it was currently Saturday only one day or two before you can go to sumeru.

Focusing the weekend on the same things felt repetitive, but now you can experience it differently for one week, sure you enjoyed both of your jobs but they can become boring after a long period of time just like anything can. Maybe you may have brought less than you need, but I should add more just incase like a first aid kit.

*Sunday, Timeskip*

The day of starting your journey to sumeru has finally came, rising early to not miss the boat, friends waved you a goodbye and gave gifts before you left. Letting you know how much they cared about you, although it was only a week, time apart is still time apart.

Upon boarding, you enjoyed it. No lightning struck anytime while waiting for everyone else to board. Waving goodbye to friends who still stayed behind. Staring into the sea, unknowingly you were on the Crux, the ship Kazuha one of your friends was apart of. Using Sakura petals to mimic the little waves in the ocean with it tapping the water.

“Y/N? Were you one of the ones who wanted to be on our ship to Liyue? I’ll be honest I wasn’t expecting you, I do not mean anything negative with that statement, instead I’m glad. I love seeing positive familiar faces.” He said lending a hand out to shake with yours. Shaking his you stared back at him starting a conversation.

“Oh yeah Kazuha! Same to you. I thought I booked a different one but I’m glad to see you. It’s been a while.” You stated, your hand still lingering within his, grabbing him closer to you. “Aren’t the little ripples soothing and awesome?” You stated as you scattered Sakura petals with him watching. You let go.

(We used the hand we shakes Kazuha with to scatter the petals btw-)

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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 7 - Ada

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In June 1919, Birmingham,

Last night, at the end of the street by the bonfire, Thomas and I confessed our secret underground love. But because Thomas and I both had beds that were too small and narrow, we haven't moved in together yet. Thanks to these "hard" conditions, I still get a few good night's sleep occasionally. Nights are disturbed by Tommy, and during the day, he's always calculating…

"Can't you give me a break? I want to live to be a hundred!" Tommy never paid attention to my irritable remarks and continued on his own path.

"What have you been doing all day?"

Polly looked up from the newspaper and glanced at Ada. I yawned behind another newspaper, trying to hide my fatigue. It's all Thomas's fault; I'm so tired…

"Get up!"

Polly suddenly ordered Ada to stand up, waking me from my drowsiness. I looked at Polly circling Ada.

"How long has it been since your last period?"

I continued to listen to their conversation in confusion, and it took me a while to react—Ada was pregnant!

Oh my God! If Tommy finds out, it's going to be a disaster! I can already foresee a "world war" about to erupt in our home. What a troublesome autumn…

I bit my lip, weighing my options, and decided to temporarily stand by Ada's side.

That night, I changed into old clothes that wouldn't make me easily recognizable and followed Polly and Ada to the underground clinic.

Ada must really love that man. Even though she stubbornly tried to hide her fear and unease with smoking and tough talk, she refused to consider an abortion, even though the man had left. She still believed he would come back…

Did she really trust him? Or was she unwilling to admit her inner fears and misjudgments?

I had told Tommy at Martha's funeral that I was worried our fate would be like Martha's. It seems I didn't think far enough. Maybe I too could become pregnant before marriage and then be abandoned by Tommy…

I looked at the people walking in the smoky streets, their heads down, and suddenly felt a bitter sensation in my eyes, but not a single tear.

In my upbringing, women were supposed to remain chaste until their wedding night, then spend their lives as wives and mothers, with activities like playing the piano or riding horses serving as mere embellishments to married life. But when I came to Birmingham, I had to rebuild all those rules in order to survive. I loved Tommy, just as Ada loved the father of her child, so I willingly went to bed with him.

But at this moment, I was truly afraid. More afraid than when I worried about Polly kicking me out when I was still underage and wanted by the law.

I didn't know how I would go on if my beloved abandoned me after I became pregnant. Since accompanying Ada to the clinic, I had once again fallen into a state of mental confusion. Although the thing I was afraid of was still a thousand miles away—after the doctor examined me at Polly's strong insistence that day, he said I was healthy but not pregnant—ever since that day, Tommy had been busy and hadn't come to see me at night…

My rationality told me that none of this mattered, that it was all just a coincidence. But I couldn't control my fear.

Tommy was still busy manipulating the gambling games, Polly was worried about Ada, and easygoing Arthur and John were either maintaining their reputation or living a life of debauchery. No one noticed that something was wrong with me.

It was the beginning of the month again, and I had to go to the Garrison pub to check the accounts and help out.

"You don't look well," the blonde Grace seemed to want to strike up a conversation with me, or maybe she was concerned about me, but I didn't have the mood to pay attention to her attentions.

I tried to focus my attention on the ledger, scribbling and drawing in the notebook, but my mind wandered, and I just stared blankly at the floating dust by the door.

When I finally snapped out of it, the barmaid was talking to Tommy by the side door. She was holding a metal bucket—her little tricks were so obvious.

I propped up my chin and watched Tommy from a distance, standing behind the bar.

He seemed to be in a good mood… But my mood got worse.

In the end, Tommy noticed that I had been hiding behind the bar all along.

"Have you finished the accounts?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, probably tired of me only talking about work…

"Not yet." I forced out a smile that was probably uglier than crying because I saw Tommy frown.

"Are you okay?" He walked toward me, but

I quickly retreated.

"It's none of your business! It's been so long since we've spent time together, and you're always busy with your business!" I said, my voice trembling with sadness and anger.

Tommy frowned, walked over to the bar, and called for a whiskey. Then, he raised his hand to signal for my drink. Grace immediately brought me a glass of whiskey, but I just knocked it over onto the counter.

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Hello again! Thank you for your post that covered my question on what sources of inspiration you used for Athena. It was super enlightening!

I know this is a tall order because the myths are broad, but could you discuss what aspects of characterization and dimensions you feel are often ignored about Athena? This is me practically begging for a meta post, but I genuinely love hearing your thoughts on her because I agree with your assessment that roughly most media tend to lean to simplistic aspects of Athena. I like hearing from your inspiration notes that you thought of Athena’s childhood with Pallas and how she is more of a pragmatic character that has agency.

I have a lot of thoughts on this so this post won't be as comprehensive as I originally intended, I will be briefly covering the points I want to list out. I try my best to base my writing of Athena on the canon source material, but there will be aspects that veer into my own interpretation/headcanon territory. All Iliad passages here are from the Robert Fitzgerald translation.

Anyway, here are the aspects of characterization I think are normally ignored when authors write Athena.

Her calculating nature / intelligence

This one sounds weird because it's paradoxically the first thing that comes to mind when writing Athena. The issue with this is the same issue when amateur authors try to write characters who are smarter than them: They resort to cheap shortcuts and stereotypes to show a character is "smart".

Examples of this would be the overusage of chess imagery. It's a game that wouldn't exist in Ancient Greece anyway, and it's a measure of spatial memorization rather than strategy. In real warfare, everything is variable to change. Chess pieces don't have motivations or biases that could influence their actions. Opening moves in chess have their counters, but real-life tactics allow you more freedom on how to engage with it.

The next writing shortcut people resort to re: Athena's intelligence is how they use her reading books to show she is "smart" but don't really elaborate on what kind of books she reads of what topics she specializes in which is already in the mythos that can give you lots of ideas.

I mentioned this before but when I started TGC I had a hard time characterizing Athena at first because I didn't understand her domains too well. So you know what I did? I picked up books about military history, Ancient Greek laws, political theory, philosophy, and similar. Learning about these things gave me a perspective of "how would the personification of the state act if they were a person?". Ancient Greece was big on the Social Contract, as exemplified in Socrates's speech in Plato's Apology.

There's a lot more to it, I'm not doing it justice at all in this post. But that's the idea. In the Oresteia, Athena created the practice of cross-examination for murder trials, and then immediately proceeded to undermine the entire justice process by attempting to bribe the prosecution (the Furies). In the Iliad Book 4, she disguises herself as a Trojan soldier to trick Laodokos to shoot Menelaus to break the ceasefire-- essentially enacting what we in modern day would call a False Flag Operation. It's so quintessentially Politician(tm) of her to do.

Athena's intelligence comes from how she seeks to improve and make efficient current systems, like her strategy to Ares's warfare. Or her various inventions in mythos. Another one would be her ability to manipulate people and situations to push for the outcomes she wants. You can see this in her various dialogues in the Epic Cycle:

Athena grifting in the Odyssey in a speech she makes to Zeus about why she should be allowed to assist Odysseus.

520: Athena kept the pace behind them, bearing her shield of storm, immortal and august, whose hundred golden-plaited tassles, worth a hekatomb each one, floated in air. So down the ranks that dazzling goddess went to stir the attack, and each man in his heart grew strong to fight and never quit the melee, for at her passage war itself became lovelier than return, lovelier than sailing in the decked ships to their own native land -Iliad Book 4

and this

100: “Son of Lykaon, I have in mind an exploit that may tempt you, tempt a fighting heart. Have you the gall to send an arrow like a fork of lightning home against Menelaus? Every Trojan heart would rise, and every man would praise you, especially Paris, the prince— you would be sure to come by glittering gifts if he could see the warrior, Menelaus, the son of Atreus, brought down by your bow, then bedded on a dolorous pyre! Come now, brace yourself for a shot at Menelaus. engage to pay Apollo, the bright archer, a perfect hekatomb of firstling lambs when you go home to your old town, Zeleia.” That was Athena’s way, leading him on, the foolish man, to folly. -Iliad Book 4

from what I can understand, Athena's domain of wisdom is not just limited to giving insight to people-- but also in obscuring the truth and leading others to their ruin. Which is in line with one of Athena's epithets which is Απατουρια (Apaturia) "Deciever".

Often times in other adaptations, they relegate Athena's intelligence to spouting random facts or a "nerdy" personality. Or they nerf it so that she doesn't solve these braindead plots in 2 seconds. Take Athena from Lore Olympus for example, the Athena of canon would've never allowed any of this shit with Persephone and Apollo undermining Zeus to happen TT_TT if you have to make your characters stupid for the story to work, then it is a bad story hands down.

2. Interpretations regarding Athena's relationship with heroes

This is something I see a lot where Athena is written to have a personal investment in her heroes like they are "her blorbos" (actual words I've seen people on this hellsite use for this). I'd like to direct your attention to this passage from of Athena speaking in Iliad book 8.

My father, now, is full of a black madness, evil and perverse. All that I strive for he brings to nothing: He will not remember how many times I intervened to save his son, worn out in trials set by Eurystheus. How Heracles would cry to heaven! And Zeus Would send me out of heaven to be his shield. Had I forseen this day that time he went down, bidden by Eurystheus, between Death’s narrow gates to bring from Erebos the watchdog of the Lord of Undergloom, he never would have left the gorge of Styx!

The way I understand this passage is that Athena does a lot of "NPC questgiver" tasks for Zeus in an attempt to curry favor from him. It's a calculated choice on her part and not something she does out of the kindness of her heart. A similar situation occurs when Orestes asks Athena for aid, she helps him on the insistence of Apollo.

Regarding Odysseus, I'm sure there is some fondness she has for him-- but that doesn't stop her from allowing him to be struck by storm (as collateral damage for the crimes of Ajax the lesser for raping Cassandra in Athena's temple). Or from her setting up the suitor problem so she could convince him to murder them all.

If you've noticed, all of Athena's champions are some kind of high-ranking warriors. A king or general or prince. You would think that the goddess of wisdom would favor the philosophers more, or would choose more often to avoid violence. But Athena is very quick to choose violence, it's who she is. And she needs a tool that she can use as a blade.

(these are my interpretations, if you disagree thats fine) 3. Athena as a "peaceful" goddess

This one makes me laugh and also drives me insane.

There are two Homeric hymns that directly and clearly contradict this idea.

(HOMERIC HYMNS 5 - 33, TRANSLATED BY H. G. EVELYN-WHITE) a. The Homeric Hymn to Athena

Of Pallas Athene, guardian of the city, I begin to sing. Dread is she, and with Ares she loves deeds of war, the sack of cities and the shouting and the battle. It is she who saves the people as they go out to war and come back. Hail, goddess, and give us good fortune with happiness!

b. The Homeric Hymn to Aphrodite

...Yet there are three hearts that she cannot bend nor yet ensnare. First is the daughter of Zeus who holds the aegis, bright-eyed Athene; for she has no pleasure in the deeds of golden Aphrodite, but delights in wars and in the work of Ares, in strifes and battles and in preparing famous crafts.

What I find insightful about the second one is that it gives a specific reason for why Athena cannot be moved by romantic love. It's because war occupies the space in her heart that love would normally be. Both hymns specifically name drop Ares, so the idea that Athena finds Ares's violence to be repulsive is just blatantly untrue. If anything, she adores it. The time it would become an issue for her is when his rampages act against her greater interests, which is the source of all their duels in canon.

Other proof for Athena being generally violent can be inferred from her characterization in the Iliad, the instances of which are too numerous to list here.

4. Athena's personality defined by her lack of childhood.

I mentioned this in another post, but Athena was born from Zeus as an adult (though in TGC I changed this to being born as a pre-teen. This is intentional and serves a purpose). What we know about psychology today is that for normal social and emotional development, young children need to form an attachment with at least one primary caregiver. Athena being born as an adult means that she would've missed out on important development milestones that other gods would've gone through.

I will preemptively say that before you bring up the "theyre Gods they're not like humans" that as far as mythos is concerned, the way that gods behave and think is almost exactly identical to that of humans. They experience the same range of emotions humans do, as well as grief and trauma. So I will consider that their psychology is also the same with the difference being that they might experience mental degradation not typically seen in humans because of cumulative negative experiences over a long period.

Back to Athena, the only framework she would have to start from literally being born yesterday would be the fragments of memories she gleaned from being inside of Zeus's head. I think this would be confusing for her, as these are from the first-person perspective of Zeus, so using his memories but lacking context for those experiences might lead to an early identity crisis. Athena would then have to play catchup in learning extremely fast everything to fill those blanks.

This is why I think Athena has a hard time forming personal connections. She doesn't have a true equal. Athena's relationships are defined by power imbalances and transactions, and that is how she understands relationships in general to work.

5. Athena's humanity.

I think what bothers me the most about Athena in adaptations is the lack of humanity given to her character. I know I just went over why she's a manipulative machiavellian character, but what I see is that Athena often gets relegated to the Unfun Stick in the Mud character. She exists to ruin the fun of the Fun Chaotic Dudes Dionysus, Hermes, and Apollo. She doesn't have anything going to her except being a snitch and a daddy's girl, or worse, she exists to be "put in her place" by other male gods. This is why I really dislike Fedini's and "incorrect greek gods" take on Athena. I think there's this underlying biases that an ace-coded goddess can't have anything interesting about her, because all media on tumblr and fandom these days are broken down to fucking shipping instead of seriously engaging with the source material. I've seen people call her a Mary Sue or act like she is an annoying bitch for exhibiting personality traits that would be praised in a male character (the traits of a Byronic Hero).

Portrayals of Athena go one extreme or another, either she is a wholly Good goddess or she is a Villain/mere annoyance. It's a real shame to see, because I hope I can show you now that she is a wonderfully complex and morally grey character. I want to see Athena's curiosity and how she tries to understand the world from her own perspective. I want to explore her relationships with Zeus and her siblings like Ares and Apollo outside of the Meme'fication of Greek mythology.

Anyway, that's all I can think of for now, I hope this answers your question. If you have any point you'd like me to explain more, I'd be glad to make another post in greater detail.

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The dark spot

Boyd & Theo & Malia (~1300 words, gen) Written for @teenwolfrarepairevents March Character of the Month: Vernon Boyd

"You know, my sister loved M&Ms. She used to hide them from me like the greedy little rat that she was."

"I don't care."

Maybe Theo's anecdote wasn't specifically aimed at him, but it was a bit over the top for everyone to suddenly fall silent. He had stated what most of them had been thinking anyway, and Malia and Stiles sure seemed amused by his blunt remark. The two had questioned Theo's invitation to their regular pack nights as much as Boyd did, and it was about time that somebody had said something.

"I wasn't talking to you," Theo dismissed him with months' worth of practice, nothing but a cursory glance spared in Boyd's way. The chimera would have resumed his conversation with Liam (who was protectively cradling the bag of candy) had Boyd been able to ignore all the pent-up rage that was leaking abruptly through the years-old cracks.

"I don't care. We can all hear you talk about your sister like you have no respect for her memory," Boyd lashed out, tone cold and measured, "You don't have the right to mention her. You killed her."

There was a collective head turn towards Theo's way to gauge his reaction, and although the tension was foreboding in the room, the answer came sooner than Scott could interject.

"Excuse me, I haven't noticed you were the dumb one in the pack," Theo sneered with a fake, malicious smile, "If you haven't noticed, that's exactly why I do it, genius. It's called a reminder. I do it so I won't forget that I'm the reason why she's not sitting here, right now, with us."

It was an unexpected confession, hidden under layers of mockery, anger and condescension, and much like the others, Boyd couldn't formulate a response to that. Liam quickly changed the topic, but the distraction couldn't erase Theo's words from his mind, and the echo of his bitter honesty sat with Boyd for days.

***

Theo reasonably gave him the side eye when Boyd volunteered to stand guard with him. The rest of the pack was less than thrilled, too, but Boyd couldn't join their infiltration for fear of being recognized by the hunters who had previously kidnapped him, so in the wake of a brief deliberation, the pair was eventually left outside to warn of any arriving back-up.

"I know you just want to keep an eye on me," Theo turned to him as soon as the others were inside.

Boyd didn't reply but that was in itself a confirmation.

"Silent treatment, my sister was a master of it."

"How is it so easy for you?" Boyd asked, judgment and envy audible in his puzzlement.

"It's not," The chimera said flatly, and then tore his eyes away to scan their surroundings for any suspicious shadows or sounds.

The majority of the hunters were supposed to be at the cover-up peace negotiation with Scott, but you can never be too careful, especially when dealing with the brain-washed followers of a cult so well-established.

"My sister disappeared 8 years ago," Boyd admitted surly, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he added: "It was my fault."

Theo stared at his side profile, stunned and calculating. He probably couldn't place Boyd's seemingly unbidden need to share something so personal with him of all people.

"We were ice skating when I lost sight of her."

"That's not the same," Theo barked, a tinge of irritation seeping into the harsh words.

"I know." Boyd didn't want to admit that the difference between them made him feel just a tad bit better about himself, but he had a hunch that Theo could read it on his face anyway. "But I'm the reason she isn't here today."

Theo wisely digested that information without a peep and only voiced his thoughts once his eyes were making another round over their vicinity.

"You were just a kid."

"So were you," Boyd pointed out, the similarity hard-hitting and not easy to swallow.

Theo didn't have a comeback to that, but thankfully, they soon saw the others approach with a dozen newly freed werecreatures in tow.

***

"What are you doing?! Boyd! BOYD!"

Malia's shout fell on deaf ears as he ran back into the crossfire where Theo had taken a bullet for him and was now lying against a tree, waiting to be found by a ragtag group of hunters. As soon as he had a hold of the chimera, Boyd tossed a grunting Theo over his shoulder and carried him to where Malia was still sitting in the car and screaming at them to hurry.

She hadn't taken off.

They drove straight to the animal clinic, and when Theo was properly knocked out by the pain that accompanied the healing process, Malia cornered him outside with one simple question.

"Why?"

Boyd shrugged, his reticent attitude not pacifying Malia in the slightest.

"We all could have died."

"We're pack," Boyd countered, but his statement lacked belief. He opted for a stronger argument then: the truth. "And I won't be responsible for the loss of another person, even if it's someone like Theo. I don't want that blood on my hand."

Malia's eyes glazed over in response as if she had temporarily drifted away from the present. They weren't as close as to discuss family history, but everyone was aware of Malia's story in their friend group and it didn't take much guessing to know which moment Malia was currently reliving in her head. Boyd perfectly understood the loneliness of guilt because despite having had his parents at his side, they didn't like talking about Alicia, and the beta wasn't keen on opening that particular wound for Derek.

And anyway, it wasn't like Boyd couldn't feel his parents' rightful rage whenever they remembered that they used to have two children instead of one.

"You had a sister, too," Malia spoke after a short while.

"She disappeared."

The word had become a lifeline to him over the years - the faintest ember of hope. Disappeared.

"You're not like Theo," Malia told him then because she was clever enough to make the connection between fear and action. She also made another observation - one that Boyd had been expecting. "You're not like me, either."

"You didn't want your sister dead. Unlike him," Boyd emphasized, even though his words could never truly lift the weight off her heart. He knew that from experience.

"Doesn't make me any less guilty."

They both looked in the direction of the door where Scott's face appeared, informing them that Theo was fully healed and awake now (and probably checking on them), before slipping back inside.

"We need this pack," Boyd stated once it was just the two of them, and understood only in that moment the importance of forgiveness, "Otherwise, we have to survive on our own. And I'm not gonna be alone again."

***

Theo threw a pile of documents onto the table just as the others began to filter out of the loft.

"What is this?" Boyd asked, his voice steady even while his stomach clenched upon reading the name at the front.

"Stiles got us the police reports. It's a start."

"We're gonna find out what happened to your sister," Malia explained, and Boyd thought it strange to see her stand beside Theo without her claws at his neck, but then considered that maybe Malia didn't want to be alone either.

"We?"

"The three of us," Theo clarified with the subtlest uncertainty.

"She's probably dead."

"Look, Boyd. I know what it's like when you can't put her memory to rest," Malia confessed, arms defensively crossed in front of her chest but her eyes open and eager all the same. "So even if she is, wouldn't it be better to know for sure?"

Boyd looked at Theo, realized that the other boy was most likely doing this for his own peace of mind, and found that it didn't really matter. They all had this dark spot on the crumpled papers of their past, and maybe, with a bit of luck, they could turn a fresh page.

Together.

"Alright. Who's driving?"

#twrp character of the month #vernon boyd #malia tate #theo raeken #original: teen wolf fanfic #boyd & theo #malia & boyd

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hcneygemini · 7 months

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sentence starters from my wip fics, pt. II

please do not add to this list nor repost the list as your own. tw: mentions of murder, violence, manipulation

What do you even want with [ name ]?

It's been a year.

I'm afraid I couldn't tell you.

Don't take anything anyone asks you to do at face value.

You need to be careful, [ name ].

This is strictly professional.

I was told I would have a visitor today.

May I see your credentials?

But you're not here to discuss times long past, are you?

Memory is all I have.

Is this about the recent string of serial killings?

I was sent to learn from you.

We both have plenty of time.

To receive, you must also give.

I'll tell you about me, if you'll tell me about you.

Do you believe in fate?

You have a brilliant mind.

I studied psychology extensively.

Do you enjoy tormenting people?

I would not torment you.

Whoa, you sound stressed.

You know working into the night won't do you any good.

Shouldn't you be focused on your classes?

You'll be graduating soon.

[ They're / she's / he's ] a master manipulator.

You're realizing something, aren't you?

Multiple people are going missing.

So, [ she's / he's / they're ] escalating. Why?

I don't decide who lives or dies.

I'm not taking interviews.

Maybe we shouldn't talk about this right now.

You're staring.

I needed to stock up while I stay nearby for a few days.

Do you have dogs?

I can't help if I don't have the full picture.

I could give you the recipe for the sauce for the ribs. It really boosts the flavor.

Can't this wait until after dinner?

What's so funny?

I'm not here to discuss my mental state.

I'm afraid I've been too busy to catch up on news.

You're not what I expected.

Did you call only to accuse me of being manipulative?

You think I'm being paranoid.

It was a calculated risk, believe me.

I'm surprised you read the tabloids.

Being kind isn't always manipulation.

You're looking kinda queasy.

You didn't do anything wrong.

We both could be in danger.

Do you fear death?

That's what you want, isn't it? To be in control?

What do you gain by being here?

[ He's / they're / she's ] toying with you.

You're quite feisty.

Was it difficult to slip back into a fantasy? To return to playing a part?

To you, everyone is either a lamb doomed for slaughter or a play thing.

I'm going to get you out of here, okay?

You're tough as nails. You're going to be fine.

I told you not to do this alone.

Don't you think the hospital makes enough money without you buying their mediocre bouquets?

You saved my life.

I think we can be useful to each other.

You'll get a shiny new placard on your door to say that you faced down two serial killers and survived.

We're both haunted. I saw it the first time we met.

I'm not much the artistic type.

Every kill will cling to your mind. You just grow. . . accustomed.

Are you always this vague?

What's in it for you?

'Slaughter' is a strong word.

You're using yourself as bait.

It really claws its way into your brain.

You talk like I'm a burden.

My personal life isn't a story to be told.

I can have you out of here in minutes.

I can let you sink or swim.

You're not capable of that.

I can portray you as mysterious and intimidating or as charming and disarming.

That almost sounded like a compliment.

I haven't been getting much sleep.

Something's wrong here. This doesn't make sense.

You look like hell. What happened back there?

Some might say this is a conflict of interest.

I've been waiting so long.

How would you feel if I said your [ spouse / partner ] would be better off without you?

This is a trap.

What's the fun in that?

I've lived somewhere like this once.

How did you know that?

Your sense of justice has been warped.

It changed you, but you can still come back.

You're to be my masterpiece.

They don't understand me like you do.

I will be the perfect Psyche to your Cupid.

I can make it quick and painless.

Are you any good with stitches?

In this day and age, it's impossible to escape that kind of scrutiny.

I want to be witness to what comes from this.

How would your [ spouse ] feel about you feigning a marriage with someone else?

I can't tell in what way you're being rude, but I know it's rude.

I thought you of all people would be capable of improvising, [ name ].

You don't want to see me improvise, [ name ].

It seems you've been abandoned.

I would suggest keeping yours wits about you.

I let emotion get the better of me.

I can't just let you leave here.

I'm not easy to persuade. Apparently I'm stubborn.

I've never seen you bite your tongue before.

I always wanted to visit Berlin.

It's a lovely morning, isn't it?

Survival isn't what it's all cracked up to be.

#roleplay meme #rp meme #rp prompts #sentence starters

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altrie · 4 months

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my gjhm hcs/prompts/scenario/drabbles 5️⃣🎶💘

more personal hcs i have! also in continuation/addition to my utahime hcs post 👍 this is just a mix of gjhm, utahime and some sprinkle of utashoko, sugushoko hcs if you stare hard enough..

i stand by the idea that these two started out as hot and cold frenemies during their time as students. so not exactly fluffy/shippy material here but i digress, it's fun to speculate what gjhm were like as annoying students getting on everyone's nerves.. i think those two would have been adorable, funny, and annoying 😂

also, i wrote this in mind that gojo is the one that fell first and fell hard for utahime. so almost everything here is just a perspective of someone crushing on their senpai LMAO. in my head, utahime doesn't start noticing gojo until they're both in their twenties. i feel those two would be a slow burn like a very angsty slow burn 🫠🫠🫠

note: i had to research more of the tokyo tech school, calculate the years, ages to try and be accurate as possible to the canon timeline. this long list starts at around 2005/2006 pre-HI arc. if gege doesn't state something explicitly, i feel it's free real estate to interpret and develop headcanons 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

young gojo and utahime formally met around late spring to early summer of 2005 and immediately had a rocky start. they met through shoko one afternoon after class. however, gojo has already known about utahime prior to this. while not paying attention to yaga's lecture. he noticed the senior singing to herself as she tended the campus community garden with the other upperclassmens/sorcerers. her soothing voice is what he notices first

gojo was awe struck by utahime at first glance and it's been bad for him since then. his senior who is 2-almost 3 years older, short, calm and too easy of a target to pick on is very much adorable when angy

bc of the nature of shoko and utahime's CT, they're often at the main campus ground together. they'll hang out in the infirmary or chilling somewhere nearby. post missions, the boys tend to visit the infirmary just to annoy them and get treatments/checkups even if they don't have a visible scratch

the gang made it a tradition to have dinner every sunday, every week as possible. it started with utashoko going to a potluck/bbq restaurant frequently until the boys learned about it and crashed it >_>. since then, they have dinner at campus where they all cook together. everyone has to pitch in. utahime likes to incorporate in-season crops to the cooking. gojo doesn't usually eat veggies but somehow can have seconds of songstress's hotpot

when on missions, utahime keeps a journal and a camera to document memories. gojo makes fun of her for it, but ends up enjoying it and helping her with the camera work, finding spots to take pics. he sometimes helps take pics too bc of his tall stature

the tokyo tech high campus is LOUD when gjhm are bickering. and they're always bickering! it doesn't matter who started it (it's gojo always), so those two end up getting scolded by yaga often

on days when utahime is paired with another sorcerer for support, the campus is quiet and gojo is sad :(. when he gets sent to missions, he doesn't get the same support. he's aware he's a special grade and don't need it but it's so boring to do it alone!

when utahime comes back from missions, she always brings back treats and souvenirs for everyone. yes, that includes her annoying junior who in return starts doing the same thing at his missions. she ends up bringing him sweets, like tons of sweets she thinks he'll like (he does). gojo started doing the same gesture but he tends to lie that he didn't bring anything for utahime--which she'll say she doesn't care. but by the time she returns to her room, she'll find a gift bag and a note placed on her desk from the same junior who likes to be dramatic about everything

since utahime is the top student at their campus and aces every exam they have. it's become a thing for her to lead their study sessions. she does her best to tutor and simplify things for them. gojo tends to be a distraction at first but tends to help her out on these sessions. they end up pass out next to each other with his uniform jacket placed on her as a blanket. the others often wake up early before those two and notes how peaceful they are

sugushoko definitely picks up on gojo's crush on utahime before gojo is even aware himself. they been quiet about it the whole time, just watching the disaster unfold. shoko brings up the idea of mentioning it to one of them at one point but geto wants to see how much longer until one of them realizes it or something funny happens

geto one day asks gojo who's his type. gojo's answer makes it so obvious he's describing utahime but he doesn't even know. geto teases him that he just described their senior. gojo just gives him an annoyed look and changes the subject

shoko just drops the information about gojo's crush to utahime out of the blue and utahime just gives her a disgusted look. "gojo just likes to be a brat." utahime goes into a long tangent about gojo. shoko notes the songstress definitely does not look at gojo like that except as an annoying junior and laughs to herself about it. poor gojo 🤭

utahime gets asked out a lot by upperclassmen and non-sorcerers. it definitely doesn't bother gojo! nope, not at all! but he makes it a goal to disturb whoever he sees talking to his senior when utahime should be studying or tutoring. their courtship is distracting the flow of education! utahime ends up apologizing for her junior's bratty actions

december 2005: gojo turns 16 and the new years are near. the trio decides to celebrate over break. everyone except utahime are present during this month. due to the songstress graduating in a few months, she's been occupied in missions back to back. it doesn't bother gojo that she's not present during his bday or the gang's winter break or for new years celebration. but he is annoyed he doesn't even get a simple text or email from her! what kind of senior is she not to acknowledge her junior's bday or greet a simple new years? he definitely does not miss her or wait for her message on his phone 💢🙄

what he doesn't expect is to find himself walking to campus in the crisp january weather after new years. he sees utahime sitting on one the benches. she stands up after noticing him and waves at him. gojo quickens his steps towards her, already planned out what snarky comment to say. what he doesn't expect is for her to suddenly reach out a big giftbag to him. gojo pauses and looks at her. "happy belated birthday and a happy new year, gojo"

utahime's gifts to him were handful of sweets, varying from different prefectures. there are mochi, chocolate, pastries, etc. one that stood out to him was a stuffed white cat keychain wearing some dark glasses. she states she saw it and thought it resembled him. she got matching ones for sugushoko as well and can't wait to give it give to them. gojo doesn't have a joke or anything in return to say and thanked her for the gifts. he doesn't end up using the keychain but places it in his desk inside his campus room. displaying it neatly next to his lamp and a picture of their friend group

gjhm rarely fights. sure, they get into arguments, bickering contests, loud banter--but fights are very rare. when they do fight, it's usually something that started from stubbornness, pettiness, even miscommunication. but they're both willing to apologize soon right after the heat of the moment ends. they don't like giving each other the cold shoulder

since gjhm are pretty young and are still inexperienced, i think them apologizing won't be so direct. they're both equally stubborn when it comes to each other and stumble with getting their thoughts across but they'll make it up halfway towards other means (likes small gifts, tea, nonchalant convos about it, etc)

#gojohime #gojo x utahime #gouta #i ran out of characters so i have to continue number 18 on the next post LMAO IM SORRY #i might as well write a fanfic of them bc holy these hcs are heading towards fanfic prompts #my posts

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 10 months

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High risk, high reward

@krispydestinydefendor

🥂🚨🚑 ahem preferably wwx centric but like i love every single thing you've written so hehe <3

There is a saying in my country that's roughly translated as "either the ball [as in, the prom/banquet], or the hospital", and it means taking the leap no matter the risks because everything could either go terribly wrong or terribly right. It's an elegant way of saying "fuck it" before doing a high risk activity.

This prompt made me think of that.

Wei Wuxian likes risks. He likes the thrill of it, and the fact that, most often, he gets the reward that's made him take the risk in the first place. Whether it's a dare or an idea he wants to see if he can put into practice, he doesn't shy away from anything.

However, there are times when the risks he takes aren't necessarily calculated, and land him in trouble - nothing major, most often with getting yelled at by Madam Yu and having to replace whatever he broke or damaged using his own money... but this time, it's a bit more... difficult to do that.

Because Wei Wuxian won a bet he made with Jin Zixun just to shut him up - but now, Wei Wuxian is feeling like he's going to die. Or puke his guts and his soul out.

The bet was about Wei Wuxian being able to take 10 flutes of champagne at once. They're at this afterparty of some high class gala of the four great families, and since the parents and the uncles have retired for the night already, the younger generation has been left to have fun freely, without any formalities. It was uncle Jiang's idea, bless him, but Wei Wuxian kind of wishes it hadn't been.

Cause even with his massive alcohol tolerance, he's pretty sure he's well on his way towards alcohol poisoning.

"Huaisang, I think we need to call an ambulance..."

"An am- Wei-xiong, are you dying?!"

Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. "I will if you don't call the ambulance. Just tell them what happened and to send in someone quick. I don't know, a doctor, a nurse, a priest..."

"Serves you right for getting into it with Jin Zixun." Jiang Cheng says, handing Wei Wuxian another glass of water. "You'd sooner die than mind your business."

"I'm really not in the mood for any of your lectures right now. Yell at me when I feel better. Or when I die."

Wei Wuxian closes his eyes and decides to try and at least get himself in a stable state of mind. Last thing he needs is to panic, so he tries to take in deep breaths and ignore the nausea and the impending sense of doom he's feeling.

He knows he's going to have to pay his own hospital bills, and he's going to also have to do Nie Huaisang's homework for months to cover the cost of the ambulance ride (which he has been generous enough to offer to cover), but at least he won't be dead. He'll wish he was when Madam Yu finds out about this, but that's a given.

If she ends up kicking Wei Wuxian out this time, like she threatened she would if he got into trouble again, he'll have to figure out how to make himself useful enough to convince one of his friends to take him in. He's pretty good in the kitchen and he can do a decent job cleaning, so maybe he could be their live-in maid or something... Well, didn't Madam Yu say he'll end up just like his father?

The sound of the ambulance alarm pulls him out of his thoughts. Right, the hospital. He almost forgot about it, which isn't necessarily a good sign of his mental state right now.

"Wangji-xiong, he's right there, I think he's almost passed out and I really don't know-"

Wangji-xiong? Oh, right, Lan Zhan is working the night shift as an EMT tonight, that's why he couldn't come to the gala... What a coincidence...

Wei Wuxian feels himself gently lifted in a pair of very strong arms, and he makes the herculean effort to open his eyes. "Lan... Zhan...?"

"I am here. You'll be okay."

"Mm... if you'll take care of me, I will..."

Lan Wangji tells Jiang Cheng something but Wei Wuxian doesn't really hear it. He's focused on trying not to throw up on his crush, who's so strong and smells so good and is holding him like a bride, and maybe it's the alcohol but Wei Wuxian really wants to kiss him, but...

"Lan Zhan..."

"Mn?"

"I like you..."

"I like you too, Wei Ying."

"No, like you as in I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Ask me again when you're sober."

"Will you say yes?"

"I will."

"Lan Zhan?"

"Mn?"

"I think I'm about to throw up."

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts

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talaok · 2 years

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Steve can’t know (Chapter VI)

Summary: Steve is your overly-protective older brother that is very opposed to you frequenting the wrong crowd, and especially to you dating Eddie Munson. Still, when you meet each other one day at lunch,it seems there is very little he can do to stop the inevitable.

Chapter summary: Arrived at school, you come to the realization that tomorrow you have an important test you had completely forgotten about, so you decide to study all night. The only problem is that Eddie doesn't seem so on board with your plan

Content warning: Smut: oral sex(female receiving),penetrative sex

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII

You were laying in bed, smiling like an idiot. The alarm hadn't even gone off yet, but you had already been up for 30 minutes. Your mind kept going back to him and you had stopped fighting it a long time ago. You enjoyed remembering his touch, the way he stroked your cheek so gently with his rough hands, the way he grabbed the back of your head to kiss you more deeply, the way he explored your whole body, making you shiver. Just like you enjoyed being reminded of his voice, his deep and hot voice, calling you "sweetheart" or "princess" like it's the most natural thing in the world.

You couldn't wait to see him at school today. You smiled, realizing that, for the past week he had been able to make you eager to go to school, something you hadn't felt since kindergarten, probably. You didn't know what it was about him, but he had put a spell on you, and all you could hope for was that you had put one on him too.

The bell rang.

"Remember to bring a calculator for the test tomorrow!" Your math teacher shouted while some students were already going out of the door.

You turned to Sarah, who was waiting for you to finish packing your bag, "We have a test tomorrow?" you asked wide-eyed, she snorted "Are you serious?" she asked amused. Seeing as you didn't answer but instead stood there open-mouthed, she took it as a yes. "He said it last week Y/N, where have you been?" she said, smiling, obviously enjoying seeing you in such a state of panic. You knew where you had been. You had been so preoccupied with only thinking of Eddie that you had totally forgotten about your test. You were starting to think that the spell he had put on you might have actually been a curse. You put your notebook in your bag as you started walking towards the door, followed by Sarah. "I'm so fucked" you murmured, getting out of the class.

"Good morning sweetheart" Eddie said, hugging you from behind, making you jump, not having heard him. "Calm down, princess. It's just me" he murmured kissing your neck. You leaned into his hug, getting captured by his scent, humming happily. " so I was thinking..." he said softly, turning you around "what do you say about coming to my trailer tonight?" he asked before kissing you briefly. You smiled, looking up at him through your lashes "And what exactly did you have in mind to do at this trailer of yours?" you said, feigning innocence "Whether you want to sweetheart, my uncle is working all. night. long." he said in a malicious voice, before smirking. You bit your lower lip, tempted by his proposal "I would really love to do that Eddie". A spark ignited in his eyes." but, unfortunately, I have a test tomorrow, and I haven't even started studying. So I can't" you said with a sorry tone. You could see in his eyes that he hadn't fully gave up yet "I could help you study" he proposed, causing you to laugh softly.

"You?" you asked skeptically, breaking out in a laugh again. "What?" he asked, pretending to be offended "You don't think I would be a good teacher?" he said, lowering his voice while moving your hair away from your neck, starting to stroke the side of it with his finger. You let out a giggle " I am not questioning that, I just don't think math is

your strongest suit, that's all "you said, intertwining your arms behind his neck and starting to play with the hair at the base of his nape "And besides, I don't think you would let me get a lot of studying done if came there"You said, smiling."I have no idea what you are referring to princess" he lied, bringing one of his hands to your waist, pushing you closer to him, while grinning. " i'm sorry Eddie, I can't" you finally said, snatching the last bit of hope remaining from his eyes. "Alright," he said, resigned, leaning to kiss you.

You hated math, it's not like you were bad at it, but it just bothered you how it was completely useless and still, it was considered one of the most important subjects. You had been studying for about four hours uninterrupted when you heard a know at your door. " Come in" you said, thankful for a reason to take a break. Steve opened the door, "Hey Y/N, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to a friend's house and I think I'm gonna spend the night there, but I'm gonna be home in the morning to bring you to school as usual."He said, entering the room. "A friend's house?" you asked, raising your eyebrow, not believing him even a little bit."Yes. A friend's house Y/N" he answered annoyed, "And would you mind telling me this friend's gender?" you said fighting back a smile,he rolled his eyes "Ok, listen I don't have time for this, I'm already late, so just stay here and ask who it is before opening the front door" he said exasperated. You laughed "What am I,10?" you asked him, amused at his ability to be more of a mom than your actual mother, whom you saw very rarely, since she was always working double shifts at the hospital to sustain the whole family. "whatever, just don't do anything stupid" he said, before quickly going out of the room and closing the door in a rush.

Shit, this girl must be really hot to make him rush like that, you thought before going back to studying.

It was midnight and you had just started studying again after taking a break. You wanted to give up so bad, but you needed to do well on this test, otherwise, your GPA would have dropped and you definitely didn't want that.

"Come on Y/N, you're almost done, you can do it" you hyped yourself up, getting back to work when you heard a noise coming from your window.

Confused, you turned your head in the direction of it but saw nothing.

It must have been your imagination.

Tic

You heard it again.

What's happening? You asked yourself, looking out the window again, still seeing nothing. "I think I'm going crazy" you mumbled to yourself before going back to your exercise.

Toc Toc

You heard it again, this time louder.

Ok, this is crazy. you thought, turning your head again.

You jumped in your seat as you took in the view before you. Eddie was crouched in front of your window, smiling like an idiot, looking at you like he had done nothing wrong.

You got up from your chair and walked to the window, opening it.

"what are you doing here Eddie!?" you whispered, widening your eyes

"I tried throwing rocks but you wouldn't come to the window" he said, grinning

"That doesn't answer my question" you said, scolding him"do you have any idea what time it is?" you asked

"I saw that your light was on and I wondered if you wanted to take a break from studying. You know, if you stay up all night you won't be rested enough for your exam” he said raising his eyebrows.

You sighed “fine, but five minutes and then I have to get back to studying” you finally gave up, taking a stap back so that he could enter.

He jumped in with a thud "Shit, sorry" he said, bringing up his index finger to his mouth. He didn't even give you the time to tell him that he didn't need to worry before he grabbed you and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

While his left hand found his usual place on your ass, he put his other one behind your neck pushing you against him.

You moaned softly as his tongue entered your mouth while he caressed your backside.

He started walking and you followed him until you felt the back of your legs hit the bed.

"Eddie," you said, leaning away from him "I have to study" you reminded him, raising your eyebrow. "Sweetheart" he said, pushing you on the bed, "I think you have studied enough for today" he said, getting on his knees in front of you, "In fact," he kissed your naked knee, "I think you deserve a reward" he whispered, kissing your opposite knee. You sat up, and met his eyes, not being able to do anything but smile. You knew you had to study, you knew this test was important, you knew you would have hated yourself tomorrow, but he was there on his knees in front of you, looking at you like a starved man while his hands were caressing your thighs and a grin appeared on his lips. How, you asked yourself, how could anyone in their right mind say no to that?

"A reward?" you asked "What kind of reward?"

He smiled, realizing that he had won.

"I have a few ideas in mind" he said in a deep voice as his hands made their way up your legs, causing a shiver to go through your whole body.

they arrived at the edge of your shorts and he looked at you, licking his lips, while your breathing got faster. "I think we can take these off" he said, tugging your pants. You pulled your hips up to help him pull them off together with your panties.

He looked up at you with a smirk before looking at your already wet core and biting his lip. "Oh princess" he said coyly, kissing your left thigh, making you shiver "there are so many things I would like to do to you" he kissed your right thigh "but" he pulled you towards him, "right now" he placed his hands on your knees "I need to taste you" he growled looking up at you again.

"open up your legs for me sweetheart" he ordered and you obeyed immediately, not being able to form a single sentence.

he groaned before starting to kiss painfully slowly the inside of your legs, stopping a few millimeters from where you needed him the most.

"You are so wet princess" he said, passing his index finger between your folds and bringing it up to his mouth to lick it clean.

He moaned as he did and all you could do was bite your lip.

He grinned at you and, without notice, he bent between your legs and licked your whole pussy slowly, savoring every inch.

"Oh my god!"You immediately moaned.

You felt his hot breath on your core as he chuckled "Aren't you scared Steve will hear?" he asked, before doing the same thing again.

"No one's home" you said, already out of breath.

He chuckled "Oh, this is gonna be fun" he murmured before diving down again. he took your clit into his mouth and started sucking it, making you moan even louder than before." You taste so good sweetheart" he said, thrusting two fingers into you without notice." Eddie!" you screamed, feeling him smile against your clit.

he went back to sucking your clit as he started moving his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit your g-spot. "and you're so tight" he said, sending the vibration from his voice into your core, making you whimper.

he went back to eating you as he added a third finger, making you let out a desperate moan, while his free hand traveled up your body and under your shirt, finding your breasts. You weren't wearing a bra so his left hand started to roam freely under your shirt, pinching your nipples between his thumb and index finger and stroking them almost aggressively.

You felt a familiar pressure form in your lower belly and you shut your eyes close, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Open your eyes," he said stopping for a second "I want to see you when you come princess" he purred, diving right back in.

You obeyed and bit your lip so hard you thought you tested metal.

He was looking at you straight in the eyes from between your legs and you kept his gaze as you felt yourself come closer and closer to your climax.

"Good girl" he praised you, sending you over the edge.

Your orgasm washed over you as you moaned his name over and over again until it didn't make sense anymore.

He kept his pace up while you reached your climax until he felt you were actually done, leaning away from your pussy.

He took his fingers out of you and not even giving you the time to recover he brought them up to your face "taste yourself" he said, and you opened your mouth as he placed his fingers on your tongue, sucking them clean.

"so pretty" he whispered before getting on top of you and kissing you hungrily while he pulled your shirt off.

He stopped for a second and admired the view before him, smiling sincerely before taking his own shirt off.

he looked exactly like in your dream and just like in it, you reached out to explore his chest, as he watched you mesmerized.

You put your hand behind his neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss, while, with your free hand, you fumbled with his belt.

He chuckled "We're impatient, aren't we" he said mocking you.

You nodded your head and he smiled before taking off his belt and his pants. You swallowed nervously as you looked down at the prominent protuberance you could see in his boxers.

He grinned at you before taking them off.

"Oh fuck" you whispered nervously as you eyed his penis "I'll go slow princess," he reassured you, kissing you briefly one last time before putting on the condom he had taken from his trousers and positioning himself between you.

You held your breath as he slowly started to enter you.

" fuck" you cried out, feeling the burning sensation get worse and worse as he kept going in. You gripped his bicep.

A tear escaped your eye as you bit your lip "J-Just do it" you pleaded him.

"as you wish sweetheart," he said, thrusting into you with one rough move.

"You did it" he said softly, wiping away your tear.

You smiled at him, starting to adjust to his length."You can move"

He kissed you gently as he started to move slowly, not wanting to hurt you.

You moaned, feeling filled completely, as if you were made for each other, to fit perfectly.

"Oh fuck, E-Eddie" you moaned again as he started to go faster.

The room filled with the sound of your skin slapping with each other and with the moans escaping from your mouth.

He started thrusting into you faster, making you bounce each time, as the bed started creaking.

"You feel so good princess" he said winded.

You could already feel yourself close to coming

"Touch yourself for me" he ordered, while thrusting into you.

Your hand came down to your clit and you used two fingers to circle it, breaking out in a moaning fit.

"Fuck, I can feel you are close sweetheart. Come for me" he said, making you reach your climax.

you felt his thrusts get sloppier as you came down from your high and you knew he was close.

He pushed himself into you twice again, before coming with a loud groan and collapsing onto you.

You chuckled as you kissed his cheek "You were right, you are a really good teacher"

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