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Hi! Can you please write anything about ajax there aren't enough fics about him 🙏🙏

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PAIRING‧₊˚ Ajax Petropolus x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [3.6k] Y/n was under the impression she had been building a genuine relationship with Ajax, until she finds out the truth, one she isn't sure that she can forgive.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, angst (so much fkn angst bro), it's just dramatic and sad guys, moments of fluff, it's a trope that we hate and love, hate me now love me later, pre-Wednesday's arrival, mentions of Bianca Barclay x Xavier Thorpe

A/N‧₊˚ Anon, you are so right. I see a lot of people talk about him but there's so little writing for him, it makes me heart hurt. BUT, I made this sad because there isn't enough heart-wrenching angst for him.

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SOMETIMES, YOU QUESTIONED HOW NAIVE ONE PERSON COULD POSSIBLY BE. You, specifically. You were questioning yourself. How naive could you be to think it was real? How stupid did you have to be to believe that someone could actually feel something for you? Actually be in love with you? Weeks ago, you would’ve taken the thought to heart and cherished it — being enveloped with the warm feeling of love at the thought of knowing you had someone. Knowing you had him.

Now, here you were. Sat on your bed in your dorm, crying like a widow while soaked from the rain outside. Now, the thought itself puts a bitter taste in your mouth accompanied by a stinging sensation in your chest.

Reminiscing on the past few weeks of your life had you questioning everything about yourself. You thought it was real…

3 MONTHS AGO

“Y/N!” You could hear your name being bellowed in the halls, turning around slowly to try and spot the face behind the voice. Your wide eyes stopped on an out of breath Ajax down the hall, hands on his knees and face flushed as you caught glimpses of him through the bustling crowd. He used one lazy hand to wave you over as he stood up and straightened out his school blazer.

Cocking an eyebrow and small smirk as you made your way to him, pushing your way through the crowd until you two were standing face to face. “How can I help you?” You said in a fake sophisticated tone.

Ajax palmed the back of his neck, looking around nervously. He chuckled skittishly before stepping closer to be more within your hearing range, the chatter in the halls growing louder as others gathered with their friends and respective cliques. “I was just wondering if you wanted to go out with me this weekend? Not like we usually do. As a...date?"

You stood in place for a few moments, lips parted in disbelief. You had to stop yourself from looking around for the cameras, thinking this was some kind of prank. It may sound childish but you couldn’t process the fact that Ajax, your best friend and guy you've had a huge thing for since you arrived at Nevermore, was asking you out on a real date.

“Y/N?” He tilted his head at your lack of response. Blinking to bring yourself back, you smiled bashfully, looking down at your shoes.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’d be cool. That would be great.” You said, looking up at him through your lashes with a bright smile. An equally nervous but anticipating grin on his face, both of you breaking out into a small fit of chuckles.

All of a sudden, the bell signaling the transition to your next class rang throughout the school, both of you looking away before turning back to one another.

“I’ll, uh, I'll text you. Alright?” Ajax spoke happily while walking backwards.

You nodded happily in agreement, straightening out your tote bag over your shoulder. “Bye, Jax.” You spoke while turning your back to him to head off towards your class. You couldn’t wipe the bright look off of your face the entire way there.

2 MONTHS AGO

“Xavier, wait up!” You called out in the yard in the back of the school, running up to the long-haired boy as he turned to see you coming towards him.

“What’s up?” He asked casually, pocketing his phone. You pulled the blue garment out of your tote bag and held it out to him as he hesitantly put his hands on it.

“Can you give this back to Ajax? He left it in my dorm. I can’t find him but you guys have your next class together, right?”

“Yeah, we do.” He spoke vaguely. Seeing the perplexed expression written all over your face, he pointed behind you. “But there goes your boy right there.”

You turned your head to find Ajax heading towards the both of you with his signature smile, the sun beaming on him made him.

When he came to stand in front of you and Xavier, he adjusted the backpack strap on his shoulder. “Hey.” He greeted, tilting his head up in greeting as he and Xavier did some kind of handshake and his hand wound around your waist as he pecked you on the lips.

Xavier let out an exaggerated moan of disgust. “Get a fucking room.” Was all he said before walking off, Ajax and yourself finding amusement in his behavior. You knew it was all jokes, most of the time anyway. Ajax untangled himself from your frame to look at you directly.

“Here,” You piped up, shoving the hoodie in his direction as his hands came down to grab it. “Left it in my dorm.”

He drew his lips into a thin line before letting his bag slide down his arms, unzipping and stuffing the item inside. “Thanks, babe. I was looking for it all morning. Figured I must’ve left it.”

The pet name made your heart jump. He'd never called you anything out of your name before. It must've slipped.

When he zipped his bag back up and slung it over his shoulder once again, You wasted no time in throwing your arms around his neck, his hands planting themselves on your lower back and pulling your in closer as he licked his lips.

He swiftly dipped his head down to attach his lips to your own, engulfing you in a deep kiss.

Ever since your date, things had been moving pretty fast. You certainly didn’t have any complaints, though. You were happy. Happier than you could have ever imagined. Ajax was everything you'd imagined him to be and more — he was a great best friend and an even better boyfriend. You didn’t think you'd ever get to experience such a tender feeling and he was giving you that.

You broke the kiss when you began to run out of air, seeing Enid trail across the yard before cupping her hands around her mouth. “Get a room, hornballs!” She hollered playfully before you flipped her off behind Ajax’s head, hearing her giggle as she walked away, Ajax and yourself laughed as you rested your foreheads against one another.

“Will I see you later?” You asked quietly, one of your hands now playing with the purple tie around his neck.

“Do you want to see me later?” He bantered, rubbing his hands up and down your back as you rolled your eyes and pushed his head away from yours. Scoffing, yet you couldn’t help the smile he brought to your face.

“I was asking because I had a surprise for you. But if you’re busy-”

“Ooh, what is it?”

“If I tell you then it’s not much of a surprise, Jax.”

“Yeah, it is. I can just act totally shocked. I’m great at acting.”

“Sure you are. And Nevermore is a school for perfectly normal kids.” I quipped. “But seriously, I got a movie for us to watch and managed to get a projector. I was hoping we could sneak off later. Like a mini-date.”

Ajax beamed and wasted no time wrapping his arms around you in a bear-hug. “Aww, she does love me.” Your body went into shock for a brief moment. Love. You hadn’t used that word. Not formally. He was your best friend, so of course you'd said you loved him before. But it had a whole new meaning to it, now.

It had a bigger meaning to it. You don’t even think he realized he said it. One month into a relationship was too early to say ‘I love you’. But, this wasn’t some guy you'd met a month ago and clicked with. It was Ajax. So, you let my shoulders fall and let the anxious feeling leave your body.

Patting his back as he refused to let you go. “Yeah, I do.”

1 MONTH AGO

Bianca was having a small get together for the Nightshades. The small club was presumed to be disbanded so you all didn’t have many duties to fulfill.

The group of you had gotten together, had a few drinks from a bottle that Xavier managed to snag on one of your trips to Jericho.

You were in the library behind the statue, it was practically soundproof behind that thing so the music was blasting — cups littered the floor, chips and fruit on the desk that was being used as a table.

Yoko, Kent, And Divina were talking amongst themselves, cups in their hands and passing around a joint Ajax had rolled. Rowan was in the corner, bobbing his head to music and tossing chips into his mouth. You'd come to learn that he wasn’t the most social but you all still appreciated him regardless and left him to do his own thing most of the time. If he wanted to join in, he would.

Bianca, Xavier, Ajax, and you were dancing casually to the music and talking to each other — getting particularly hype when a really good song would come on. Bianca and Xavier had gotten together not long after you and Ajax, it was fun being able to go on double dates. Especially since you were already friends.

When a song that Ajax and yourself both recognized came on, you both beamed at one another, Ajax letting out an excited ‘ooh!’.

He stuck one hand out, palm side up and curled it to motion you closer with a tipsy smile on his face. “C’mon, baby. Don’t act like you don’t know this one.”

You dismissed him jokingly and took his hand as he spun you around one good time. When you came face to face once more, you raised a cocky eyebrow at your giddy boyfriend. “Oh, I know this one. Let’s see if you do.” You taunted with your chin up and a playful expression.

You laughed, along with the rest of our friends, as Ajax and yourself made a drunken fool of yourselves. The two of you were having fun so, you didn’t care. Him spinning you dizzy when the slower songs came on, you grinding your backside into him with his hands on your hips while Bianca hyped you up when the more upbeat ones played.

At some point, a song from a musical had ended up on the playlist — Jax and you mouthing the parts to one another.

Eventually, you all tired out. Bidding farewell and goodnight as you left the library, cleaning up what you all could and promising to pick up the rest tomorrow.

Ajax and yourself were the last ones to leave. Weems had been really strict about the dorms recently so you two hadn’t been sleeping in each other’s rooms as often. Leaving the library, hand-in-hand as Ajax insisted on walking you to your dorm, the night air was cool and swept a nice breeze over your exhausted bodies.

You released your hand from where it was threaded through his arms and held his arm instead, leaning your head against his bicep. The more you walked, the more tired you became — yawning as the two of you reached the entrance to Ophelia Hall.

Coming to stand in front of the doors, you released his arm and turned to face him. He looked as tired as you felt. You brought your sweatshirt covered arms up to wind around his neck, pulling him in for a goodnight kiss. It was lazy and tired but it still made you feel warm and loved and one of his hands came up to caress your arm as you carried on with the loving exchange.

When your lips parted, you tipped your head to kiss his cheek. “I love you.” You muttered, looking up into his eyes as you backed away slightly, letting your arms fall from around his neck.

He smiled fondly and brought his hand up to your cheek, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I love you, too.” He replied genuinely. His voice sounds shaky, almost as if he might cry. You couldn’t quite place why.

When he retreated to stand in front of you, you could see it. He looked sad. “What’s wrong?” You asked gently, reaching out to touch his arm.

He just smiled down at you and shrugged. “Nothing. I just,” He paused to scan your face. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

You sighed and smiled back at him tiredly. “I don’t want to lose you, either.” You reassured. “But you won’t. I won’t. We’re in it forever, right?”

He nodded shortly, threading his fingers through your own. “Forever.” He spoke, both of you giggling sleepily.

“Goodnight, Jax.” You spoke, letting his fingers fall from yours as you went to enter my hall.

1 HOUR AGO

“Y/N!” You lifted your head at the sound of your name being bellowed throughout the courtyard rather aggressively. The school day had ended a couple hours ago and you were studying by the fountain.

You looked up to see a clearly furious Bianca storming towards you, a frantic Xavier trailing behind her while desperately trying to match her pace.

“Bianca, don’t.” He tried.

She stopped in her tracks, whipping around to face the boy. “Or what, Xavier? She deserves to know and things can’t get any worse than you’ve already made them.” She spat angrily, turning to face you once more.

“It's not about me. B, don't show her-”

“Shut the hell up.” She silenced Xavier’s worried voice once more.

You had no idea as to what was going on. You didn’t know why Bianca was so upset and why Xavier looked like he was about to burst into tears.

Suddenly, Bianca was sticking out her hand to you — a small piece of crumpled paper in her palm. Picking up the scrappy item, you looked up at the girl as she spoke.

“We were a bet.” She spoke matter-of-factly. You could see the pure anger burning behind her eyes and Xavier stood behind her tugging at his hair and cursing to himself.

Unraveling the paper, there was a list of names and dares.

Xavier: Get with the most popular girl before homecoming.

That’s how the list started. Her anger was making sense now. But Bianca said we were a bet. Not her. We. And then you saw it. And God, you wish you hadn’t.

Ajax: Make your best friend fall in love with you before the semester is over.

You couldn't describe how you felt. Angry? Upset? Betrayed? All of the above? None of them? You didn’t want to believe it. But you were holding the proof in your hands. Bianca had no reason to lie and Xavier was never one to be worried.

Nothing felt right.

You didn’t even realize your fingers were shaking around the paper. You didn’t feel the tears leave your eyes until one landed on the paper.

“Everything they said, everything they did,” Bianca started, arms across her chest but you could see tears brimming in her own eyes. “It was all a lie. It was a game to them. I guess we’re lucky that the assholes were stupid enough to write it all down.” She spoke spitefully, giving a deadly glare to the boy behind her who looked at you pitifully.

It didn’t click in your head instantly. You didn’t register what it meant immediately but when You did? It hit you like a freight train. It wasn’t real.

None of it was ever. Fucking. Real.

You felt the way your eyebrows cramped together and your jaw clenched in anger. Your fist closing around the paper, hearing it condense in on itself as you directed your fiery gaze to Xavier’s.

What you didn’t expect to see was Ajax standing right behind him. Out of breath from running and an expression on his face that told you that he knew that it was too late.

You walked towards the boys only to slap the paper against Ajax’s chest without a word on your way out. “Y/N..." He tried, grabbing your upper arm only to be harshly shrugged off.

“Don't fucking touch me.” You spat harshly without looking back or faltering in your step as you felt burning, hot tears trail down your cheeks.

And of course, on your angry trek to Ophelia Hall it just had to start pouring rain. Of course.

NOW

Soaked in rain, not caring that it got on your mattress, you just sat there thinking. The last three months were nothing but lies. Lies on top of lies. And for what?

You were pulled from your racing thoughts at the sound of a knock on your door. “Y/N?” A muffled voice traveled.

There was no way he had the audacity to come after you after what happened. There was no way.

You pushed yourself up off of the bed furiously, storming over to the door. He, no doubt, could hear your booming footsteps but you couldn’t care less. You twisted the knob like a madman and swung the door open, a gust of wind welcoming itself inside.

He was met with the sight of your wet, drenched frame — eyes and cheeks red and swollen.

“What are you here for?” You didn’t even give him a chance to speak. “What else could you possibly want from me?”

He stuttered looking for the right words to say. But he couldn’t. There was nothing he could say to make this better. Nothing he could say to make this go away. “I’m s-

“Don’t you fucking dare say ‘I’m sorry’.” You spat, letting go of the door to step closer to him. “You are out of your mind if you think you’re going to stand here and try to get out of this with an goddamn apology.”

“I can explain. I can explain it all, I swear.” He spoke frantically.

“There’s nothing to explain!” You spoke incredulously, the tears still rolling. “You made a bet. And you won a bet. Because that’s all I was to you, right? A name to cross out-”

“No. Never. Y/N, you mean everything to me-”

“How can you say that?!” You cried. “How can you honestly stand here and say that to me, Ajax?”

“Because I mean it!” He shouted, you only now noticing the tears in his own eyes. “It started as a bet, okay? Yes, it did. I won't lie to you. But after the date, after everything. I fell in love with you. I did, I swear I did. I am in love with you. I made a stupid decision and I’m a fucked up person for it, I know that. But you need to know that it was real. Everything I said, everything I did, I meant it. When I said I loved you I meant it, I still mean it. I will always mean it. Y/N, please…” He pleaded.

You sniffed and crossed your arms over your chest protectively. “You shouldn’t have taken the bet in the first place. Hell, why the fuck was it even made to begin with? We were best friends. I would have never done this to you." You spoke. "You didn’t care then, and you don’t care now. You didn’t love me then, and you most certainly do not love me now-”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not?” You strained, looking him directly in the eyes as he wiped a hand down his face. “It’s the truth, isn't it?”

“It isn’t!” He tried again. “Are you listening to me?! I love you.”

“I can’t trust you!” You cried, the tears pouring at this point, the saltiness leaking down to your lips. "What does it matter if you love me if I can't trust you?"

The room went silent and still as you stood in the sadness and pity of the situation you'd found yourselves in. That was until you spoke up — a certain revelation burning on you tongue.

“The night you walked me back, after the party in the library,” You started, voice shaking with emotion. “The look you had when I asked you what was wrong — it wasn’t because you were afraid to lose me. It was because you knew you already had. You knew you couldn’t hide the truth from me forever and you knew, that at some point, it would all come crashing. You had that look in your eyes because you knew we were over from the moment you asked me on that date. You just thought you would have more time to figure out how to break it to me.” You proposed sassily with an air of hurt and anger. “That sound about right?”

He remained silent, trying to suppress his own sobs.

You nodded and threw my shoulders up through my emotions, prodding the inside of your cheek with your tongue. “Thought so.”

“Y/n, you have to understand-”

“Oh, I understand. I understand it all just fine. You fucked over your friend, someone who cared about you and loved you, for nothing. And now, you have to live with that guilt.”

He sniffled and put a hand atop his beanie in frustration. “You didn’t deserve that. And you’re right. About everything. But I can't leave with you thinking everything was fake. I won't. It was all real. Just tell me that you believe that. Tell me that, please.”

You remained silent in contemplation looking down at your shoes.

“Y/N, please. Please, forgive me.” He pleaded, voice quivering.

“I believe you.” You stated truthfully. “But that doesn’t make this okay, it doesn’t make any of this okay. It also doesn’t mean I forgive you. Because I don’t, and maybe I never will.”

He nodded. You could tell it wasn’t what he wanted to hear but it was the truth. He turned to leave, most likely sensing that you needed time to yourself and the last thing you wanted was him here. But he paused in his steps, turning back to you again.

“Do you think that we could ever be an ‘us’ again?” He asked sorrowfully.

“Ajax,” You sighed, woe rising in your throat once again. “I don’t even know if I’ll ever trust you again.”

You could see the pure wretchedness well in his eyes but he brought this upon himself. The pain he was feeling was bestowed upon both of you but inflicted by only one of you. And you both had to deal with it. Without each other. Away from one another.

“I’ll see you around.” He said despondently, stepping outside of the door frame and turning his body away from you.

“For both our sakes, let’s hope you don’t.”

feedback is appreciated! thanks for reading.

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ego-meliorem-esse · 1 year

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I present to you my years long obsession - female America.

This is not a Nyotalia version it's just a concept of "what if everything is the same but Alfred was born a girl". Like i see so much potential! In a world where all the odds are stacked against her, she despite it all gets to where she is today. Making good and bad decisions along the way.

A lil hc/backstory for my main girl:

• Given name (by dad Arthur) is Elizabeth Felicity Kirkland but during the revolution changes her last name to Jones. Her first name change happens in the 1820/1830s when she changes it to Alexandra, also dropping her second name. (I was young when I came across the name and it means "defender/protector of man" and I was /obessed/ so i just stick to it since she is a loser and just thinks it's a cool sounding name)

• She goes by Alex/Al and I think that's neat :)

• My girl is tall. Like 181 cm tall. Sender but with visible muscles. She does want a bigger behind but her Anglo-Saxon genetics say nah.

• As a child she spent more time in England due to her being a girl so I think even if Arthur was absent he didn't allow her to spend much time alone in the colonies. She resents that ofc

• Just like with Alfred, Alex is very fkn close to Matt even if she forgets to call him or check up on him for months at a time. Al: "Hey man I know I just called a while ago but how've you been? Matt: "you called me 5 months ago..."

• Works at NASA as a part time aeronaitical engeneer. Loves physics, hates chemistry (self projection im sorry)

• During the revolution she dressed up as a boy but the people she worked with knew she wasn't one. People went along with it anyway.

• Other than during the American revolution, she dressed in feminine presenting clothes up until the 1930s. After that it was trousers all the way!

• Alex was never a nurse during wartime but definitely did accountaint work in ww1 and later joined the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force (WAAF) where she stayed until 1943 when she joined her men fighting on the ground ( Conversion to Army status, Women's Army Corps - WAC). That's when she saw actual combat.

• Isn't fond of birds. Canaries are fine. Eagles are unsettling.

• Obsesses over a certan thing/hobby at a time up to a point where she perfects her skill. When she was about 14 (human years) it was the whole freedom and equality of man and all the politics regarding it. In the 1890s her obession was cars and motor vehicles. The 1910s brought a new obsession on womens rights. 1960s was space exploration where she devoted almost all her time researching and working for NASA, disregarding her goverment/state duties as a country. In the 1980s it was the internet. In 1990s she got really interested in the Balkan wars (self insert >:)) for whatever reason. Today her attention is mostly on social media and her attention span ia short af. Still really likes all things tech.

• Hasn't got many properties/real estate. Al does own a penthouse in Seaport, Boston and a late 17th and early 18th century colonial home in Newbury, Boston (that she needs to renovate asap). The only other real state she owns is in California, though modern and recently buit, it's not big nor does she spend much time there.

• Her personality is basicaly Alfred if he grew up as a woman and had to face opression based on sex and inequality that came with it. So still bubbly, extroverted, a social butterfly but also self-serving, idealistic, manipulative sprinkled in with sarcasm, cautiousness and craftiness. Same feckin sense of humour tho.

• In 1783, at the Treaty of Paris in Versailles both her and her father had to sign the document that started her independence (She herself had a human representitive 'cus of her age/sex bla bla but it was mostly formalities). At that signing Arthur gave her a flintlock pistol that he himself used in the 1640s. Not many words were exchanged, he just put it in her hand to keep. She still has it in her attic. Somewhere. She'd find it if she just takes the time to look for it I'm sure.

• In 1889 she straight up did her first war crime/murder of a fellow nation (if you don't count shooting her pops face off at Saratoga in 1777). After an altrication with Antonio that resulted in him insulting and slapping the girl for her audacity and mouthiness, she punched him straight in the jaw. A fight insued where she got ahold of his belt and straight up strangled him. Took her a while to process that and accept it. On the bright side Antonios scilence was heard around the world and while perplexed and insulted, older and influential (mostly male at that point) nations started to feel a glint of respect forming for the young startup.

• Al was given a family pocket watch by her father in the 90s (No more empire for Arthur so he sad :(((((( ) that was suppoaed to go to a firstborn son of a lord as an inheritance symbol. Everyone thought Jack would get it since Matt is techincally not Arthur's son. But even he would be expected to recieve it before Al. Then in an unexpected turn of events, while visiting her grumpy and nostalgeous empire-missing dad, Arthur pulled out the watch while eating stale kebabs in front of the telly and gave it to her casualy without as much as a word (The empire started with her, it shall end with her). She keeps it in her work desk drawer in a wooden box.

• Al and Zee have an interesting relationship. While being different in almost every aspect, there ia a mutual respect for eachother from eachother. While not really being able to see eye to eye, they are sisters in a certain roundabout and very fucked up way. Girls who learned that they are very much judged by their sex despite being daughters of a high ranking British lord. While aware that she will never be Alex/Elizabeth in her fathers eyes, Zee still gets treated as a treasure by her father. Much to Zee's annoyance.

• It's still Matt who's in Alex's shadow. Despite the dificulties she rises above and is the perfect child of an empire. Smart, intelligent, inquisitive, a fast learner and incredibly aware of the political and historical situation at all times. Even despite being a girl and less than a son in the eyes of a 17th/18th century society, she suceeds.

• Arthur wanted a son to come from his colonial endeavours, as all empires/nobility at the time did. And as all other empires at the time had. But ofc karma is a bitch and he's the only empire with an only child being a daughter. Though at first thougrly dissaponted, when he lays his eyes on his daughter for the first time, the only emotion he can feel is /joy/.

• Instead of sowing/knitting Al's education was very much focused on natural sciences, since that is where Arthur quickly realized she exels at. He swapped her Violin and General History of Music lessions with Astrophysics and The History of Astronomy. All in an attempt to stop her from making his ears bleed from the constant prattling about The Four Square Theorem or The Brachistocrone Curve. It only got worse, but his daughter was happy and content.

I have sooooo many more of these jfc i might do more later but for now this is all I can think of.

TLDR: Female America is great and has so much potential as a character hghhhhhhhh

#i needed yo get this out here eventually #its just so faacinatingghh #also no glasses us 1 i cant draw em for ahit and 2 ber sight is relatively good #she looks a bit like arthur but thats on purpose i think #oh welllllll #hetalia #hws america #aph america #nyo america #nyo!america #nyotalia #my art #myart #historical hetalia #alfred f jones

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darlenicy · 4 months

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Darcy and Riven – their story and why I ship them

In January 2023 I found my way back into the Winx fandom - more precisely, I created this Tumblr on January 28th, 2023 and since then I have been constantly passionate about this show from my childhood. Most of all, of course, for our three favorite witches. Accordingly, this year I have given a lot of thought and HCs to the Trix and their relationships. Today is the day that I'm going to write down all of these HCs and thoughts I have and tag them properly so that they're easier to find in my jumble of posts, reblogs and crazy fangirling. Well, have fun!

I got my first anon ask about Driven headcanons (hcs most of the time now) in march and therefore tried to order my thoughts on this topic as well. It actually became something of a definition of their relationship and how I see them in the show: This is how my bullet journal looks:

Riven is pretty badass. That's why Rivusa doesn't make much sense because ego-wise he would have gone after best-girl-Bloom. Or Princess Stella, but more Bloom, simply because Brandon (Sky) obviously found Bloom interesting.

Then there is Darcy. Not only is she the complete opposite of the loud, glittering fairy gang, but she also forms a stark contrast to Riven. She is powerful, yes, but above all she is calm, goal-oriented and come on in 1x8 we see how cute she is. Of course, Riven likes her power-talk in 1x9 but he surely is keen on her because she is a totally different type of girl than Musa or Stella.

Oh, and an important thing that just came to my mind while supervising what I wrote and putting it into a post: DARCY DID NOT MIND-CONTROL HIM IN CANON!

Her glowing eyes meant that she formed the connection with Riven, so that he could contact her mentally later on in the show!

It's fkn 4kids who came up with the mind control because they tend to downplay everything for all American kids' sake. - Ok back to the post:

In terms of type, if comparted to the fairies, Darcy is mostly like Flora, but in contrast to the nature fairy, she has a much more self-confident demeanor. She is also the first to respond to Riven as a person and his needs (power, being recognized). Then of course there is the matter of rescue. Firstly: Thanks for saving my life and secondly: The woman can ride this flying motorcycle like a guy. Where can you find something like that? And unlike the Winx, who are constantly in trouble, Darcy (and her sisters) is beyond competent (in Season 1 after all, we know how the writing goes down, *sigh*). So, we have Darcy: a beautiful, competent badass BB who just saved his life and looks like an angel that fell from heaven - all in the specialist uniform too - sexyyy. So, it's an extremely attractive girl who also knows guy things and cares about him and really sees and perceives him as a person. She's not a self-centered good-time girl who makes him clean, so she doesn't have to endure her punishment alone (looking at you, Winx....)

But who exactly is Darcy? (she's my girl, my bb, my queen) Out of the Trix, she is probably the one who is least behind the world domination plans. Of course, she is still a member of the Trix - and of course not less power-hungry than her sisters. But she would be the one most likely to give up everything to live a quiet but fulfilling life with the person she loves. Isn't she? She is definitely the first to panic and to make mistakes as a result. We remember episode 1x5, where she immediately panicked when everything didn't work out as planned. She thought she would find Stella's ring in no time, that wasn't the case. Instead of keeping a cool head like Icy would have, she freaks out and starts attacking Bloom. Is it fear because she is running out of time and doesn't know what to do if her disguise is exposed? In any case, Darcy would have been expected to wear a more confident disguise. But in the end, she's the one most likely to panic and this episode shows that perfectly. Maybe that's also the reason why she has clever ideas, but often doesn't think them through. In episode 2x10 she tries to get Icy to put the feather in the scales, fearing that she might have made a mistake and get wiped just like Stormy, who had previously hit the scales with brute force. Icy states very correctly: You’re a backstabbing coward, Darcy. And I love you for that. And with that she the nail right on the head. Darcy is certainly the first of the Trix to get nervous. She certainly has a tendency to overthink, whereas Riven strikes first and thinks later (at best).

Mind control is her specialty. She knows how to get into the minds of her victims to confuse and weaken them. At the same time, she also knows how uncertain and dangerous feelings can be. When it comes to having deep feelings for someone else, she is more likely to be the one who is insecure and cautious. Precisely because feelings are so uncertain, she probably tries to make decisions with her head rather than with her guts.

Their love story is iconic and cute. Basically, we have good girl and bad boy, but the good girl is one of the bad guys and the bad boy is ultimately one of the good guys. They haven't really fought against each other yet. Riven only knows that Darcy is one of the most powerful witches in Cloud Tower and that she and her sisters hate the Winx. Since Riven is skeptical of the Winx himself and has no deeper connection to them, he has little to do with this antipathy from both sides and perhaps only hears about it in passing from Brandon or Sky. So in 1x7 he doesn't pay much attention to the Trix. The fact that he turns on the light and exposes the Trix is once again Riven being Riven. He wants to be the cool dude and doesn't really care about the situation. He simply has no interest in the Winx's affairs and is only pissed when he becomes personally involved with Musa being thrown into his arms by the minotaur. Maybe that’s where his inner hero speaks? But first and foremost, he wants to praise himself. The first time he really notices Darcy is in 1x8, where she represents to him the complete opposite of the fairies, one of which had just shown him up (Bloom).

Darcy, on the other hand, is already interested in Riven in 1x7 and hides the whole thing behind the talk about the Prince of Darkness (seriously, WHO is the Prince of Darkness? Why is that never clarified?). One episode later, she's extremely worried that something might happen to Riven with Icy's, admittedly delicate, plan. bb obviously already has a crush on him. And no one can claim that Icy doesn't know this and is actively using it for her plan. I think that Darcy's feelings didn't matter to her at all, thinking she'd get over it sooner or later. But the fact is, even Icy sees the spark fly between them.

So you could say it was love at first sight for both of them. It is also important for Riven that after all the disappointments and constant criticism he was exposed to at Red Fountain, someone finally recognizes him and his talents. While the Winx, especially Stella, just complained about him, Darcy supported what he was. Partly because she can take advantage of his ambitions, of course, and partly because she simply likes him. I think there are some things Darcy does simply for herself and not because it's part of the plan to rule the Magic Dimension.

From Riven's point of view, what probably also speaks for Darcy is her maturity. She's not a little fairy to save. The opposite is the case. She is probably more experienced in other things too - but that always depends on the respective HC. Darcy can be a bad bitch and cute bb - both are accurate. For me though, she gives more bb vibes than bitch vibes. However, she appears much more mature and confident than the fairies. Speaking of bb (she's one, look at her!) -

she's the type most likely to develop romantic feelings. Icy is too calculating and Stormy is just there for the passion (if you get what I mean). In 2x2 we have this scene "*sigh* To be young and in love...".

She's also the one of the Trix most likely to feel something resembling remorse, if only for her time with Riven. On the other hand, in season 2 we have Riven, who immediately sees through Darcy's attacks - because he knows them. Very well. There is probably still a connection between the two. There could have been more hints about their relationship besides “cute” and “not cute”. There could have been one or two longing looks. I FELL ROBBED.

That’s basically how I interpret their story and why I ship them. I’ll come up with some headcanons these days as well. Stay tuned :3

#a bunch of Driven thoughts!#winx club #winx #winx club thoughts #winx trix #winx darcy #winx riven #winx darcy and riven #trix #darcy x riven #riven x darcy #winx driven #winx darven #driven #winx ships #hc #headcanon #driven hc

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 1: Introductions

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social media Au

Summary: Whilst fighting a magical being, a vision of a girl, to be precise Jason’s soulmate, is shown to the batfamily.

Warnings: none

Series: Finished

Author’s note: hi!! First chapter kinda nervoussss ;)! this idea came to me when i was quite literally taking a shower and i just went “yk what? i can develop that into something cool” so i took the challenge! Hope you enjoy!!

Taglist: @lorosette

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Series Masterlist:

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- written part between pictures-

-this is Y/n L/n

-she is an architect

-roommates with her best friend Nola Yang

-likes to read and travel

-she’s latina, born on PR and raised in Gotham

-uses twitter way too much

-self made woman, managed to make a wealthy living bc. of her job <3

-Nola Yang

- Photograher, model and editor

-well known

-Euroasian

- Yn and her have gone viral on tik tok a few times because of their adventures

-Gothamite

-believes Batman is a myth and will say it to his face

-coffee addict

——————now for the story——————————

Originally this as supposed to be an EASY mission

Some unusual activity had been seen on the east side of Gotham in the fields, so naturally they’d go

This time, it had been Steph and Damian assigned to go while the others kept patrol

Barbara on the comns

All the areas had been divided

then, Barbara got the emergency signal that something had gone wrong

and we’ll it all went down hill from there

Tim and Dick got there first

Then Bruce and Cass

Finally, Duke and Jason arrived

They had no fkn clue who they were fighting, but they were fighting alright.

The people didn’t seem to be on offense, on the other hand, they were just either avoiding their strikes or blocking them

It didn’t make sense why they were fighting them or why Damian sounded the emergency line

The people had light blue skin and dark grey cloaks, they had dark blue lines on their arms and purple eyes.

It wasn’t until one of them got to touch Jason that all went black.

Images were displayed as if they were distant memories

Two girls giggling in a living room could be seen, one Eurasian girl and the other, a y/h/c, a latina.

One was seated on a couch eating ice cream while the other presented what it looks like to be a power point on why Dracula from Hotel Transylvania is actually a dilf. (Nola: blue| Yn: Pink)

“Ok ok, take me seriously”

“I CANT” she said wheezing and almost out of breathe with laughter

“I SWEAR I HAVE A POINT!”

- suddenly the memory changes-

the focus is not on the latina girl, she is walking down the street talking on the phone:

“Si mami lo sé, siiiii i know i know, i did iron my clothes for the meeting, and yes my hair is fine and yes you can tell abuelita that I did put some light makeup on for it, ‘sta bn mama, te amo! Adiós, bendición”

She was dressed in some business casual clothes that really suited her as she finished her call and got into a building

it changes once again, to the same girl with the other one from the first memory waking down the a busy street, this one not being in gotham

“Paris, what a beautiful city!”

“Ik! Capitalism really popped off today with this funded trip from Gotham U! You think Bruce Wayne was behind this?”

“probably, after all, we both are the Wayne Enterprise scholarship winners and as long as we don’t have to pay, I’m good!”

“Amen to that!”

the memory changes to a final one

they are found in a Wayne Charity gala

Both girls are dressed up to the max, the Eurasian girl with a red dress while the Latina girl with a black one.

Both are in a corner with flash cards in their hands

“Feeling nervous?”

“As nervous as I can be seeing as we have to present in front of a bunch of rich old people”

“It’s a requirement from the scholarship, we have to thank Bruce Wayne for his generosity 🙄”

“I just thought it would be easier but now i’m feeling kinda sick”

“it’ll be alright, we’ll go to batburger after and marathon GOT once we are done”

“You know that because of this we HAVE to be of attendance to these things at least once a year to showcase how wELL tHe WayNe sChOlArs dO”

“fuck😀”

both girls burst out laughing and keep the conversation going

images of the y/h/c girl pass quickly, of trips, childhood pictures, random pictures until it all fades to black

when their eyesight finally focuses, all of the batfam members are found on the floor sitting down with the weird people staring at them

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?” screamed Damian, furious that they got the upper hand

He is the only one to sharpen his senses the fastest aside from Bruce

the rest were slightly in a daze and when everyone finally cleared up, they were able to notice that the strange people were pointing at Jason

They tensed up

“Relax friends. We come with news and no harm” said they but that didn’t ease their worry

“The girl-“ their attention was caught seeing as they were all wondering who she was

“she is important to him”

Now Jason was confused, he didn’t fkn know this girl

“You know her, Hood?” asked Bruce

“No”

with that, their confusion worsened and their defenses rose

“she’s not a person of his now, if not a person of tomorrow. She will be the light to his darkness, the ying to his yang, the one to soothe your mind, Jason Todd”

aaaaand they were on high alert again

WHO. THE FUCK. WHERE. THEY!?!?

“she is the soul that had been paired with yours, your match. This meeting had been predestined long ago to happen. Search for her, and everything you’re looking for will be found”

“Let me get this straight!” Tim interrupted “the girl, is HIS soulmate?”

The people nodded in agreement (which was weird bc they were strangely coordinated)

“she will bring much joy, to not only him, but to all of you as well, she is important” one spoke and with those words they all banished

“Ok, raise your hand if you are confused as fuck” said Steph and everyone except Bruce and Jason raised their hands

“We quite literally just met his soulmate! How do you feel Jase?” asked Dick

Jason was in shock

He had a soulmate?

Seeing as Jason had not answered, Bruce placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezed it in a reassuring way as instructed that patrol had been done for the night.

Once in the cave, everyone had showered and changed yet no one wanted to sleep. They were all curious so the set to find who this mystery girl was.

With a house full of detectives with access to anything in the internet (and the Wayne archives) they were able to find her in less that an hour

True enough she was a Wayne Scholar and has been going to the galas for years now with her friend

How did they not noticed?

Were they too involved in their own complaining and planning of getting out that they never got to see her

It was easy to find her socials, and even if it was a little stakish, they all followed her

Now the questing of when and how they’ll actually meet her began

Luckily Alfred came downstairs to remind them thy it was enough and they should eat something and go to sleep, when he provided an answer

the spring gala was coming up, and she was e invited.

so for now, they would just see how she was through her socials.

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