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nelissecrectplace · 11 months

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language: Tsahík- spiritual leader

description: Confused by your avoidance Ao’nung frustration only seemed to build. Convinced he wanted to play you push him away. Backed into a corner the na’vi has to make some bold decisions.

Ao’nung did not understand why you were still angry with him. He had apologized to your sibling and even bit back his words, not teasing them as much, but your cold shoulder did not waver in the slightest. His sister sensing the tension had not paired you with him at all for the past week and it was starting too eat away at him. He did not know why he craved your attention so, but it was driving him insane. Barging into his family’s mauri his annoyance was evident. Placing himself onto his mat he sharpened his weapon body language full of agitation.

“You are frustrated brother?” Tsireyas voice was soft as she turned her body too face her older brother. She had an idea why he was angry but the she needed to hear it from him. “Why?”

“That woman she is unbearable! She will not even glance my way! You would have thought I killed her mother.” Casting his knife aside a sigh breached Ao’nungs lips as he turned too his littler sister. “You have been no help always stealing her from me.”

“I have done no such thing, I just thought you did not wish too teach her because..” Puffing her cheeks Tsireya looked for the right words. “The obvious tension.”

“Yet you pare me with the man I literally fought with.” A giggle left Tsireya as she looked at her brothers deadpan look. “Maybe that is the reason she will not speak too you. You did fight her brother after teasing Kiri because your day was bad.”

“No, I am fine with everyone but y/n! I gave the family a gift and all the Sullys talk with me freely.”

“So you have done all this so she will forgive you?” A purple hue cascaded over Ao’nungs cheeks as he looked away from his sister. The man’s pride would not allow him to admit the efforts he went to for something as simple as your attention. “Oh my Eywa you like Y/n!” Tsireya shrill voice filled the mauri as she squealed.

Running to her big brother she pinched his cheek with a smile so big her cheeks began too hurt. “Mother and father will be so happy you found your tsahík!” Swatting Tsireya hand away Ao’nung scoffed at her words. “It does not matter if she will not even look my way.”

“It could have been something you said. You have my tendency too talk…offensively without knowing the impact of your words.” Suddenly entering the conversation Ronal entered the mauri focusing her attention on her eldest son. “Have you been ease dropping?” Ao’nung asked an unamused look on his face. “Does not matter now who is too be my successor I must start training her!”

“She does not wish to have anything to do with me it is no use.” Rolling her eyes at her sons words Ronal sat in front of her two children. “You are to be the chief everyone desires you. If they do not make them, show her your intensions.” Smacking her eldest on his head Ronal rose too her feet once more. “Now grow some balls and court this na’vi! A confrontation is not that hard son.” Placing her hands on her mouth Tsireya attempted too muffled her laughter. Gathering herself the young na’vi followed her mother avoiding Ao’nungs death glare. He could not wait too get out of his family’s Mauri.

“Why do you still ignore Ao’nung?” Looking over too your sister confusion covered your features. The two of you were sitting on the very shore line the incident had happened. A broken sapling the only proof of the altercation between Ao’nung and your family.

“You know what he did too us, too Lo’ak.” Almost as if you were stating the obvious you crudely answered Kiris questions. Humming in response kiri placed her hands behind her, resting her body weight on them. “We have made peace y/n, why do you hold this grudge, it is unlike you.” Looking away from Kiri you hug your knees too your chest. You were at a loss for words, you did not wish too tell your sister about your feelings. It was already embarrassing enough that Ao’nung had played with your heart for so long. It was degrading knowing how desperate he perceived you, you did not wish for anyone else too form the same view.

“So sorry we are late! Are mother kept us.”

“It is fine.” Responding too Tsireya you mentally thanked Eywa. She had saved you from the pressure of answering Kiris questions. Rising too your feet you were quick to walk over too the girl, shooting kiri a sheepish smile. Rolling her eyes at your avoidance Kiri followed your lead as the two of you met the Siblings half way. Focusing all your attention on Tsireya you purposefully avoided Ao’nungs gaze, hoping that the man would disappear if you focused hard enough.

“I was thinking we could split up even more today. Since y/n is still struggling with Ilus she can stay here with my brother. He is one of the na’vi with the best knowledge of the sea animals.” With a smile decorating her face Tsireya looked between the two of you. She was obviously looking for approval and that was one thing you were not about to give.

“Actually-”

“That would be perfect!” Speaking over you kiri loudly agreed. Face morphing into a glare you looked at your sister. Kiri only wore a smug face as she peered at you. “Let’s head too the healing hut Tsireya.” Nodding enthusiastically, the na’vi waved goodbye, than motioned for kiri too follow. Watching your sister walk past you a wave of nerves washed over you. “Kiri-” As her name breached your lips her yellow eyes turned too yours. The look on her face was enough too shut you up as your ears pinned too your head. Tail drooping and ears down turned, you turned too face the na’vi in front of you, his form standing tall.

He seemed too be nothing but pleased at this arrangement as he looked down at you. It was a visible change in his attitude from the first day he was stuck with you, if anything he looked excited. Confusion clouded your brains as you examined the na’vi not sure why he seemed so please. “Don’t worry forest girl, I don’t bite.” Smirk plastered on his face he placed a hand on your back, guiding you too the water. Shying away from his touch you did not speak a word as you walked into the water, waiting for him to call an ilu. You pretended too not notice how his playful demeanor slightly shifted. Ao’nungs face twisting in dissatisfaction? You did not know. The only thing you knew was today was going too be a long day.

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A hefty sigh left Ao’nung lips as he rested his hands on his hips. “You can not ride the ilu as if you are bear back your legs must make adjustment.” Piercing your lips together you attempted adjust your body correctly. The instructions that seemed to have been said hundreds of time repeating in your head. Looking at your new adjusted form Ao’nung couldn’t help but pinch his nose bridge in frustration. It did not help that you had not uttered a word this whole time, simply humming in acknowledgment. “You know a word or two would help me understand why you are struggling.” Ao’nungs eyes seemed too pierce yours as he walked through the water over too you. It did not take long for the warrior to be inches away. His ocean orbs seeming to be waiting for a response as he stared with an expectant look.

Avoiding his gaze you turned your eyes too where your hand held the ilu. Adjusting your grip you attempted too ignore his obvious request for you too speak. As a response an annoyed groan left the na’vi lips, making your stomach slightly drop. “Than we will do this the hard way.” The words left his lips in a hiss. The questions filling with his intensions soon answered as you felt a strong grip on your thigh. A slight yelp left your lips at the contact, head wiping towards the na’vi. He wore a slight smirk as he peered at you moving your legs into his desired position. It only took moments for all the blood too rush too your face a purple hue decorating your cheeks. In your mind you attempted to remind yourself that he felt nothing but you failed to stop the butterflies from invading your stomach.

Reaching over too adjust your other half you felt your heart race. His face was inches away from your stomach. His hands quickly positioning your leg the way he wanted. His salty yet musky scent entering your nose. You did not realize how much you enjoyed his smell until he pulled away, admiring his work. “Scoot up a little for me.” Attempting to follow his instructions you slid your hips up too the end of saddle. A small laugh left the na’vi mouth as you did. “Here.” Ao’nungs hands finding their way too your hips slid you back slightly. “Perfect”

“Ao’nung” Ears perking up at the sound of his name the male quickly focused his attention on you. A slight smile decorating his face. Heart beating rapidly against your rib cage you couldn’t seem too get your words out as you admired his features. It seemed that all your thoughts were scrambled as his hands rested themselves on you. It was amazing what a simple touch seemed to do. Mouth opened like an idiot you only seemed to be able to stare as the hue on your cheeks darkened.

Gaining slight composure you brung your hands too rest on his. Seeming too get the message Ao’nungs ears lit up. Quickly removing his palms from your hips, he tucked them under his arms. Awkwardly cleaning his throat the na’vi looked the other way, avoiding your gaze. “Well, let see how you do go ahead and ride under.” Expertly covering up his embarrassment he ushered for you too continue. Humming in response you were quick too obligue. It seemed as if this was your hundredth time under the water as the familiar feeling engulfed you.

Although, this time it felt as if you were gliding through the currents. The struggle of fighting to stay on the ilu gone as the water glided around you. The pull of the water running through your hairs as if it was apart of the ocean. Breaching the water a rush of adrenaline filled your body. Your joyful laughter filling the area. Whipping your head around you were quick to find Ao’nung. Smiling brightly you swam your ilu over too his, happiness radiating off of you. “Did you see that! I have done it!” Overcome by excitement you launched your body into Ao’nungs. Arms wrapping around his neck you broke your bond. Your ilu swimming out from under you.

Looking up a smile mirroring yours adored the na’vis features. Ao’nungs arms quick too find your body. Wrapping an arm around your waist he quickly used the other too bring your body over his ilu. “Should of stayed with me, you would have had it down day one.” Stomach sinking at his words you suddenly remembered why you have not been with him. Smile dropping you unlatched your hands from around the male. An embarrassment like no other flooding in as regret settled in. You had literally just thrown yourself at him. Ears pinned too your head you avoided the na’vis now confused gaze. Ao’nung did not understand why your mood had done a full one-eighty.

“I am sorry, I got too excited.” Clasping your hands over your legs you starred down at the waves lapping over your thighs. Suddenly a light hand was placed over yours. His touch was gentle but it could not stop the whispers of doubts from entering your mind. “You are fine Y/n, your achievement was worth celebration.” You could only hum a response as you tried too calm the thumping of your heart. You hated how Ao’nungs presence only seemed to make so many doubts and feeling swirl. Your body and brain not knowing which one too display.

“I will swim back.” Awkwardly shifting your body off his ilu you submerged yourself into the sea. You felt a slight emptiness without his touch as you sank into the water, but that was just another feeling too add too the confusing mix. It seemed Ao’nung was not wiling too give you a break from the conflict he created in you as he was quick too dive in after you. ‘I will swim with you’ signing from above a slight smirk decorated his face. Motioning for him too follow you began to make your way back too shore. Being in the ocean always brought a feeling of peace yet you could not seem to admire the ocean life. Eyes constantly peering at the na’vi next too you. His curls flowing with the currents around him, his body moving effortlessly. It made your heart pang with a familiar pain. He was so beautiful yet that seemed to be the exact reason why he could toy with you as he pleased.

Finally breaching the water you gasped for air. Hoping to inhale as much as possible before making your way too the shore. Ao’nung who breached soon after seemed fine as his breathing settled quickly. You heard the water splash as his form followed. It was obvious he had no intension of letting you escape him. Feet finally touching the dry sand you turned too face the na’vi. Eclipse settling around the both of you. Ao’nung bioluminescent freckles shined with pride as he looked down at you. Taking a deep breath you met his ocean eyes. Ears perked up he waited for you too speak, hopeful for a positive exchange.

“What do you get out of this.” Gaze hardening you looked into him. Eyes furrowing at the question he slightly cocked his head too the side. “What do you mean?” Confusion evident in his tone he questioned you. A heft sigh left your lips as you ran your fingers through your braids. “I do not understand why you continue too play with me. My heart can not handle this, why don’t you leave in peace.”

“I am not playing with you.” Attempting too grab your hands you harshly jerk your body away. “Cut the shit Ao’nung go play with a Metkayinas heart.” Harshly rejecting his action you pull away from his touch. Confusion warped his features at the foreign word leaving your lips but he did not back down. “Why are you so resistant! I have done everything, yet you still deny me!”

“You know you have no real intension with me. You enjoy playing with my feeling taunting me and my brothers with the fact that I admire you. I am tired I cannot live like this! I will stop myself from wanting you so please let me move on.” Eyes glossing over you turn away from na’vi. “Goodnight Ao’nung.” The goodbye left your lips harshly as you sped away from him. Standing there like and Idiot Ao’nung watched your form retreat. He could not seem too process the words you had dumped on him. Too stunned by the fact that you wanted him.

Despite the fact that you had stormed away with the intension too not speak too the male again he couldn’t help the smile that played at his lips. Bringing his hand too his face he covered his growing grin as his stomach swirled with butterflies. The indirect confession had the na’vi swooning. Tail swaying in excitement he rushed back too his mauri. He knew exactly what he must do.

It had been a day since your interaction with Ao’nung yet your melancholy mood did not leave you. Lo’ak, taking notice too this, attempted too drag you out the mauri but too no avail. You refused your brothers attempt to cheer you up insisting you must stay too help kiri and your mother. You were thankful too Neteyam for dragging your twin away understanding you needed time. Your eldest brother was always intuitive, never pushing you too speak before you felt comfortable. Shooting him a half smile you thanked him, waving goodbye too the two males. You felt a relief like no other knowing the pestering would finally come too an end. Thanking Eywa Tuk’s instructor wanted to take her this evening. There was no doubt your mother and sister had noticed your low mood as well. The both of them treading around you as if the slightest mistake would make you snap.

Currently the three of you were preparing dinner. Wrapping fish and herbs into the seaweed for your mother too cook later. Conversation flowing fluidly between the woman to your left as you worked in silence. Thoughts consuming your brain as your hands worked slowly. It seemed that all your thoughts reverted too him. It made you want to scream in frustration. No matter how hard you tried to think of something else Ao’nung dominated your mind. It was torture. No matter how many harsh facts you reminded yourself of, your heart still called his name. Fingers struggling too seal the seaweed together you slammed the food down on the mat. Hands running through your braids in frustration. Silence filled the Mauri, both woman looking too you with concerned eyes.

“How about we take a break.” Breaking the silence your mother spoke. Placing the food too the side. “How about a new style on Y/n? Your braids have been in for quite a while.” Kiri suggested. Nodding in agreement you accepted her suggestion silently. You knew your braids were fine, but braiding each others hair has always been a way for the woman in your family comfort each other. Occasionally getting the person too open up. Placing themselves behind you the two of them began too unbraid. Helping with the ones you could you attempted too unbraid the front.

Soon your mother’s humming filled the mauri. Immediately recognizing it as your song cord song you felt the tension leave your body. Water running through your now unbraided hair you allowed a tears too flow down your cheeks. No longer being able too hold in your emotions. A vulnerability usually only your family had the luxury of seeing. Continuing too prepare your hair no words were spoken, yet you were given the best comfort you could receive. Your mothers songs resonating in the mauri. Kiris soft touch as she combed out your hair. The gentle yet firm tugs at your hair as they corn rowed it back. A calming feeling filling your soul as the ocean waves could be heard in the background of it all.

Before you knew it Eclipse has fallen. Their hands leaving your scalp as they admired their work. The top of your hair corn rowed back, connecting at the top too your queue to make one huge braid. Your mother left one small braid in the front too shape your face. Admiring their work you couldn’t help but allow a smile too form on your lips. “You are beautiful daughter.” Watching your admire yourself Neytiri wore a soft smile. The two woman proud too have lightened up your mood. Walking into the mauri your brothers were the first to return, their eyes finding you with the mirror.

“Woah look who got a make over.” Announcing their presence Neteyam was the first to speak. “Woah you actully don’t look like shit.” Of course, Lo’ak had to make a backhanded joke. Hissing at her second oldest son Neytiri lightly hit the back of his head. You and kiri could only laugh at Lo’ak scolding. Although the young na’vi showed no remorse. Neteyam could only shake his head at his brother stupidly, a small smile appearing on his lips. A soft mood filled the space around you as you felt your heart lighten. Basking in the presence of your family. Your father was soon to join the rest of you strutting into the mauri. A series of greetings followed as your mother embraced her mate.

“Where is Tuk Ma’Jake?” Peering behind him your little sister presence was missing. The mood in your home slightly dampened as you all shot your father questioning looks. “We have been invited to eat with Tonowaris family. It was implied that only adults should come so Tuk is having a sleep over with her instructors daughter. ” Looking into each of his children eyes he spoke too the whole family. “Ao’nung invited me this evening. I hope none of you have caused any more trouble?” All responding in sync you quickly denied your fathers accusation. A visible sigh of relief left him as his worries seemed to lift off him. A slight guilt pierced your heart, knowing you had slightly lied. But, you did not intend to come clean about the conflict, especially after seeing your fathers relief. “Go put something nice on.” Glancing at Neteyam and Lo’ak Jake slight cringed. “Especially you two.”

Smiling sheepishly the two looked down at their dirty loincloths. It was obvious they had been rough housing throughout the day. Moving too the girl side of the Mauri your mother undid your woven separator. You quickly began too pick out an outfit that was suitable, subconsciously wanting to look your best. “Here sister, wear this.” Pulling you away from your thoughts you peered at the outfit Kiri held in front of you. A light gasp leaving your lips. It was a beautiful top. Small pearls covered every inch of the string. The chest having seashell hanging in the oval shaped gaps too cover your breast. Along side it was a white loincloth with pearl straps on the side connecting the two pieces. “Do you not think it is too much.” voice dripping with doubt you admire the outfit with awe. “Of course not put it on. I’ll wear what you picked out.” Pushing the outfit into your hands kiri snatched your outfit from behind you. Looking too your mother she only shot you an approving smile.

Neytiri knew why kiri wanted you too look your best, knowing the theory Kiri had built around yours and Ao’nungs relationship. The two had even spoke about how he was possible the cause for your saddened mood. “Come on girls we don’t have all night!” Jakes booming voice filled the mauri, impatiences prominent in his tone. A series of grunts was all he got in return as the three of you shuffled into your clothes. Finally Walking out of the mauri the crisp night air greeted your skin. With your nerves building the six of you began your walk too the chiefs mauri.

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Apon entering the mauri you were immediately greeted by Tonowari. The warm air of their home welcoming you in. Eyes wandering you took in your surroundings. There was set up of food around a small fire. All kinds of fruits, meats and beverages lined up perfectly. Ronal who seemed to be placing the last dish around the fire took her seat around the arrangement. Tsireya was already in a conversation with Lo’ak and Neteyam, her bubbly personality radiating from her very being, Mother and Kiri placed to the side of the Tsahík, and Ao’nung who seemed to be arranging something in the corner. Blood running hot you allowed your eyes too scan his crouched body. Admiring the sight you had not seen since the other night.

You felt your heart skip a beat as he turned your way. Ocean eyes scanning you from top too bottom as you had just done too him. Casting your gaze away you placed yourself next to your father, who was still conversing with Tonowari. Much too your displeasure, that seemed too be Ao’nungs next stop. The na’vi stood tall next to his father. Ao’nungs blue eyes peering down at the two of you. “Hello Jake Sully.” Turning his gaze too the young na’vi a friendly smile covered your fathers face. “Hello Ao’nung, thank you for inviting us here. I’m guessing for a special ocassion?” Following your fathers gaze you looked too the direction the na’vi had come from. Looking at the assortment it was clear no ordinary na’vi could have put this together. There were fish bones, Jewerly, necklaces, spices, furniture, and even meat! Which was extremely rare in the Metkayina clan as they usually only ate aquatic life.

Mouth slightly agape you couldn’t help but stare at the pile, your shock displayed on your expression. “Yes,, you could say that.” A light smile played at Ao’nungs lips as he responded, eyes glued too you. Feeling his stare you tore your eyes from the corner. “Oh yes, thank you for inviting us.” Eyes only meeting his for a second you couldn’t help but tear your gaze away. After the last meeting it was simply too embarrassing, your assumed rejection fresh. “Of course. You are beautiful tonight Y/n.” Eyes widening you look up too the na’vi. A dark hue casting over your face as you pierced your lips together. Looking too the ground you went back too avoiding his gaze, feeling like an idiot for reacting. Of course he still wanted to play with your feeling.

“Well why don’t we eat!” Tonowaris voice boomed through out the mauri, indirectly telling his guests too sit. Getting the message you all gathered around. You sitting next to your father with Tsireya too your left. Of course the na’vi in front of you had too be Ao’nung. Eyes casted down you avoided his eyes, feeling your stomach sink. If it was possible you felt as if his gaze would have burned through you. Your appetite lessening bye the second. “I am sorry we must excuse your youngest today. It is just we did not need her approval for our discussion tonight.” Ronald voice was the first too speak. Her blue eyes casted on your father. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion he met her icy orbs. “Approval for what exactly?” Motioning her hands too Ao’nung all eyes shifted too the na’vi. He sat confidently as he looked at your father. A determination on his face you had not seen before. Inhaling slightly the na’vi spoke words you never expect too hear.

“I seek the family’s approval too court Y/n”

a/n: Sorry if this is not up too your expectations. Tbh I wasn’t expecting my 1st one too get sm attention but im so grateful 😭🙏🏽. I will fr take any writing advice too improve.

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damon-loves-pie · 1 year

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“Care to Remake One of Those Scenes?”

"Care to Remake One of Those Scenes"

Pt. 1??????????? (Let me know down below.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader.

Word count: About 2,400 words

Warnings: 18+, Older Henderson Sibling, talks about Erotic writing, mentions of porn, implied sexual relations, and a little choking, talks about worried of mental health. I think that is it, but please let me know in the comments if I missed anything.

Summary: Older Henderson Sibling had been avoiding Eddie and the rest of their friends since finding a new Erotic book which has taken up all of her free time. Best friend Eddie confronts her, and see’s how dirty his best friend really is when he reads a page from her book. NOT REALLY ANY SMUT, But pretty fluffy.

Author’s note: Hello everyone I AM BACK! I mean I am still depressed as fuck, which is why I stopped writing in the first place, plus I just had a lot go on in the last couple of months. But I think I’m ready to get back to writing. ANYWAY, moving on, I really wanted to write smut into this but I just couldn’t get myself to because I wanted to get it posted since coming up with the idea yesterday. I really hope you enjoy but please don’t come for me since I know I keep changing between different tenses, I’m just too depressed and lazy to care to go back to change it.

But I may, and I mean may make a part 2 if it gets requested enough. But enjoy my babies, and hope you are all doing well!

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Eddie and Dustin strolled into the Henderson home after a successful campaign looking for the eldest Henderson sibling, you had been actively avoiding everyone the since Monday. Worried, they wondered why you said you were going to be unable to pick the younger sibling up after hellfire was over tonight, it wasn't like you to not show up. Little did they know it wasn't anything as serious as Eddie thought it was, you were just caught up in a daydream of what you wished your life was.

"(Y/N)?" Eddie called out as he shut the front door behind him, causing a loud bang to echo throughout the living room. Dustin winced as he finger flied straight to his ear to protect his hearing. After having his eardrums basically blew out on the ride here, his ears were sore.

"She's probably in her room, her car is outside." He motions to the hall, setting his bag down as he walked to the kitchen to find something to consume after a long day. He knew you were probably okay, and would come forward eventually if there was anything serious going on. Yeah it was a little weird to him that you would not show up to a place Eddie was going to be to, but he knew it wasn't anything serious.

Hell he's hoping soon you two would realize you were into each other.

Eddie nodded at the younger kid before making his way to your bedroom, wanting to check on his bestfriend. He knows you get like this sometimes but can't help but worry each time scared one time there will actually be something keeping you from him.

You hadn't heard them come in, you were laying comfortably on your bed with a book sprawled out in front of you, and headphones blasting music from your Walkman. The smile on your face was wide as you read one of the best books of your life, legs kicking happily behind you while you chewed on your thumbnail in anticipation on what was going to come next.

Eddie knocked on your door, waiting for an answer or to see the door open. A few moments passed without any acknowledgment, so he pressed his head against the door, hearing the low sound of music playing. Standing there for a few more moments he decided to open the door, praying he wouldn't be intruding in a private moment. Once someone hits middle school, you never know what you're going to get when you enter someone's room unannounced.

Leaning slightly into the room, he spotted you on the bed. You were smiling to yourself as you read your book. He smiled at the sight of you, happy to see you at least looked like you were doing fine. But the smile soon turned to a slight frown as he wondered what was so special about the book that it made you fall away from reality the past couple days. He felt like he's barely talked to you. Every time he's seen you, your head has been buried in that novel.

He was done living second place to a book, he missed his best friend and he wanted to spend some time with you, he wasn't going to let the book take away your usual Friday night movie nights. He survived not seeing you much this week, but he wasn't about to sacrifice a weekend. Sneaking into the room, he quietly shuts the door behind him, trying to not make a noise as he creeps behind you.

Your mind was still intwined with your book, still not noticing his presence yet. Your smile was widening more as Christian and Alice sneaked away into the closet of their workplace, unable to keep their hands off each other. Your face reddened as your eyes skimmed over the dirty scene wishing ever so much Eddie was Christian and you were Alice, sneaking into the janitors room between classes. You too understood how hard it was to keep your hands to yourself when Eddie would wear a certain pair of jeans.

You had thought about doing more than friendly things with Eddie so much that your favorite troupe had became friends to lovers, waiting for the day that maybe someday it would happen to you. Almost all the stories you've consumed other than for class lately had been centered around the troupe to help you manage with not being able to confess your feelings to Eddie.

You didn't have time to comprehend as Eddie snatched the book from behind you, making you jump at the sudden action of the stack of paper being ripped from your hands. Realizing what happen, you yank off your Walkman, turning to him as he held your dirty little secret in his hands, slight smirk on his face as he waves it slightly.

Your eyes widened as he went to open it.

"Wait! Eddie please give it back! Please, I don't want you to lose my spot." You reached for it as the metalhead took a step back, waving his finger at you as he tsks, the noise echoing through your brain as your mind races at what he would think if he knew what he was holding in his hands.

"Not till I know what's so great about this thing, and why it's keeping my best friend from me. You had me worried all week." Eddie speaks, scanning the cover for any indication on what it's about, which you thanked a god you didn't even believe in, that the cover looked like a normal book cover.

Your eyes met his as you physically pleaded.

"I'm sorry that I had you worried, but it's nothing special, I promise you. It wouldn't be of interest to you, it doesn't have anything mythical or magical. Can I please have it back?" You asked again, a little more eagerly.

Eddie shook his head no, holding the book in his hand as he took a seat in the desk chair next to your bed. His fingers held the page you were on last as he got comfortable in the wooden chair. He took another look at the book before looking back at your tense body, sensing you were hiding something.

"Come on (Y/N), it has to be somewhat interesting. You're acting like me when I checked out Lord of the Rings. " He argued, making you sigh as you realized there was no way of getting out of this unless you somehow manage to get the book out his ring-covered hands.

You sat up a little taller in hopes of seeming more convincing, as you pointed back to the book.

"It's just some girly book Eddie, romance. All that gooey gross romantic shit." You shrug, which wasn't a complete lie. It was friends to lovers, just he didn't need to know about the erotic portion of it.

Eddie's eyes met yours after you glanced down at the book before bringing your line of sight back to his. He didn't believe you, he knew you were holding something back in order to save yourself. He didn't want you to think you had to hide yourself from him, hell if anyone knows what it's like to be into weird things, it's him.

"What's so great about this romance that you couldn't even pick Dustin up from Hellfire tonight?" He asks, leaning forward as he holds the book out in front of him, the book ever so slightly dangling between his fingers as he teased you.

"Maybe I was too caught up in it because of my lack of one." You shrugged, which is partially true. It's hard to just be friends with Eddie when you want to be more, you needed an outlet.

Eddie watched your body language as he continued motioning the book in front of you like you were an animal he was trying to catch.

"Mmmh, and even though the book is nothing special you want to spend all your time reading it?" He asked as your eyes focused on his hands.

"Yes. Now since I've answered your questions, can I please have it back?" You begged, well basically yelled as you stood up, flinging yourself at your book, hoping to get it out of his grasp. You just knew Eddie would never let this go if he found out the kind of things you liked to enjoy in your free time.

Eddie was too fast for you though, he knew you too well and could already see it from your body language that you were going to try coming for the book. He had stood up and turned around before you even reached him, chuckling slightly as he shook his head.

Tsking you again, he opened the book.

"You bad girl, trying to steal it back- You can't have the book till I read the last page you were on. Then, and I mean then maybe I'll decide if this book is good enough to have put our friendship on hold." He laughed as he glanced down at the long paragraphs in front of him.

Your voice felt needy as you pleaded for him not to.

"No Eddie, please don't. I'm begging you." Eddie turned towards you, ready to read what was consuming your free time.

"Come on (Y/N) it's just a book, it can't be that bad." He reassured, eyes darting across the first line as your brought your hands to your hair. Knowing there was no way to get out of this.

Eddie's eyes widen as he read the page, cheeks reddening as much as yours. Not even halfway done with the page he decides he has to say something.

"You're not only a bad girl, you're also a dirty one!" He grinned, he hadn't realized his best friend would read something so filthy. He knew you weren't innocent but god were you more dirty than he knew.

His comment makes you groan out in embarrassment as you sat on your bed while he continues.

"You're not reading a book (Y/N), you're reading porn." He laughed lightly, eyes darkening as he finished the page.

"You literally have dirty magazines in your room." You argued, feeling your body burn as he closed the book to focus on you.

"But that's different, my porn has pictures. Plus I use them for personal pleasure, and I don't read them in public around my friends." He taunts, as his eyebrow raised, "Do you use this for personal pleasure?" He questions, making you turn more red at the conversation at hand.

Why couldn't I had just picked Dustin up, you cursed yourself as you turned back towards him.

"No." You answered, shrugging slightly as he looked at you with a 'really' expression, not believing your words one bit. He knew for a fact you got off, hell just last week you and Robin went to the 'toy store.'

Sighing, you speak because you were already caught. Plus it wasn't like he didn't know about your sex life, or lack there of this year.

"Okay, not like while reading but sometimes after, when I'm laying in bed at night." You tell him, your cheeks blushing as he smiles more.

"How often do you read this kind of stuff?" Eddie asks, taking a seat next to you, deciding it was finally time to hand you back your so called book, which he would claim was porn with words.

"More often than I want to admit," You laughed, looking down worn out pages.

"God you're as big of a perv as me," He grinned, leaning back onto the bed with his hands behind his head. Catching your eyes as they twinkled down at him.

"I still think you're a bigger one," You joked, setting your book and Walkman down on the dresser before leaning back next to him.

"Hey, at least I'm open about my pervyness." He states, lightly tapping your elbow with his.

"Well I'm sorry that I don't want to shout to the world I like to read erotica." You giggled as you turned to look at him, the rocker licking his lips as his mind races.

"What do you think about as you read it?"

"What do you mean?" You questioned, feeling your face redden.

"What goes through your head, as you read about Christian and Alice?" He challenged, voice sounding thick. Your eyes flicked across his face as butterflies erupted in your stomach.

"I liked to picture myself as Alice, sometimes." You tell him, as he leaned onto his side taking in your words.

"And who do you see as Christian?" He hums, free hand moving to push your hair behind your ear before resting on the side of your neck.

"Does it really matter?" You breathe out slowly when you realized how close you and Eddie had actually become on the bed.

"Very." He whispers, hand still lingering on your neck.

You gulp taking a deep breathe, nervous at the sight in front of you, wondering if you were imagining it.

"Come on sweetheart, who do you think about?" He asks again, eyes darting between your lips and eyes.

"I-i don't want to say." You stutter, breathing getting heavier as the tension thickens. He chuckles to himself lightly at the sight of you underneath him, basically already falling apart. Your chest moved up and down slowly as he eyed the necklace sitting on your neck, twiring it between his fingers, making you take a deep inhale at the light touch.

He rolls over leaning more above you, your face just inches from his as he mumbles down at your lips, before bringing his eyes back to yours.

"What would Alice do in one of those scenes of your book baby? I bet she would tell Christian when he asked, wouldn't she?" He hums down at you, looking at you in a way he had never done before.

"You, I think about you." You breathe out, letting out a breathe you didn't even realize you were holding.

A smirk comes across Eddie's face as your necklace tightens around your neck while he brings his face closer to yours, his strong hands holding it tightly.

"Care to remake one of the scenes?" He whispers against your lips, barely brushing against them.

A sigh slips your lips against his.

"Please." You beg, your soft hands moving up to his hair as his lips crash against yours.

You knew just by how he was holding you, this wasn't going to be the last time you begged him tonight just like it wasn't the first.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things spoliers #stranger things season 4 #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #eddie munson imagine

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 1 year

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Let’s say Neteyam and Spider get away from the recoms and back to the family…would he be more protective of Spider? Would he go against his mother who mistreats the one he calls brother(I know I would) would he be more possessive of him?

The family only needs a day or so to notice the shift between Neteyam and Spider. If before captivity the two of them would only ever engage in smalltalk, now when they were back, their dynamic was completely different. They’re constantly near one another, teasing each-other back and forth and helping with whatever chores they’re given. When they do eventually settle into a silence, it’s comfortable, and the brothers are completely relaxed. They finally behaved like they knew each other their whole lives.

The other siblings are jealous. Neteyam was often busy, so their oldest brother of choice to fool around and cause trouble with was Spider. Now that the two of them are practically inseparable, they long for blonde’s carefree attitude and love for adventure…

That is, until Spider begins dragging Neteyam along on their trips into the sea or the forest. It’s been such a long time since he could 100% act his age and have fun he almost forgot how good it felt. Teyam knows he’ll be in trouble for spending so much time outside instead of being responsible but for the first time in years, he feels like it’s worth it.

Jake is unhappy with the new attitude Neteyam adopted, but cuts him some slack since he was a hostage not long ago and it seems to make their children happier. Neytiri, however, is furious.

She spent so much time in Neteyam’s earlier years trying to separate him from Spider’s "bad influence" but put them together for a couple months and all that effort goes undone? She can’t accept it.

However, scolding the boy no longer works. Spending several months without her had opened Neteyam’s eyes to a lot of things, including how utterly neglected and mistreated Spider was, and how Teyam himself had made no effort to change that when he had the authority as the eldest son of an Olo’teykan. The guilt eats up at him and he is eager to make up for his shortcomings as a brother so when his mother confronts him about the change in behaviour, he openly defies her.

“Our blood may not be the same, but we are siblings in spirit. We share our stubbornness and bravery, our love for our family and Pandora.” He said, looking her in the eyes with determination and seriousness in his voice. “He is a brother to me and always was, but I was too cowardly to see it. Now I do. I do see him, and not you, not father, not even the entire Omatekaya will blind me again!” His eyes narrowed as he held eye contact and she could see that he had already made his choice.

He saw Spider as one of his own and full heartedly believed it so reluctantly, with a nod, Neytiri is forced to acknowledge the human child that was now go stay in her home.

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a kiss

firstprince | Alex is having a little trouble trying to convince himself that his New Year's kiss with Henry didn't mean anything

1.4k words, rwrb-compliant

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It’s been a week since the White House Trio rang in the New Year, and Alex is still thinking about it. He tells Nora and June that it didn’t mean anything. It was just a kiss. A silly, little kiss. Between two bros. Bros, homies, buddies who kiss. The best of bros and close personal friends, according to the conjoined efforts of the White House and Buckingham Palace.

It’s absolutely fine. He had that weird thing with Liam in high school, and that didn’t mean anything. Right? Right.

He’s still having trouble convincing himself, though.

So what if Henry kissed him at his New Year’s Eve party. So what if he grabbed his hair and touched his face in a way that made his legs turn to jelly. So what if he tasted like mint and expensive champagne. So what if his lips felt so plush and soft against his mouth, like he uses fucking lip scrubs and chapstick religiously. So what if he kissed him back. So what if he kind of, maybe, liked it? So what.

He still hates him, the smug, snobby son of a bitch. It’s all Henry’s fault that he’s spiraling in the first place, so yes, he definitely does hate him, don’t get it twisted.

It’s been a week, and he just wants Henry to talk to him. He’s been having a lot of one-sided conversations with himself on their text thread, and he hates to say it, but it’s getting a little lonely and sad. Alex is very big on confrontation—he’s an aspiring lawyer, after all—so this whole ghosting situation isn’t going to cut it. He’s itching to do something about it, something drastic, maybe, but June thinks flying across the Atlantic to kiss Henry senseless might be a bit of an overkill.

Oh, and yeah, that’s been a recent development. He’s pretty sure he isn’t entirely straight. Probably bisexual, and he wants to kiss Henry now. Preferably against a wall, but he’ll take anything he can get. That is, if he can actually get the guy to talk to him. He knows the PM’s dinner is coming up at the end of the month, so he’s going to need to pull something together before then.

Nora gives him a seventy-seven percent success rate and a forty-five percent chance that it might just all backfire on him, and Alex accuses her of having no faith in him at all. She just laughs and pats his head like he’s some kind of fucking child, and he has to wonder why he’s friends with her in the first place.

School distracts him enough that he doesn’t need to think too much about Henry and his preferred way of dealing with things—also known as, running away—but at night, when it is just him and his thoughts (and his trusty right hand), that’s when things get a little tricky (and a bit sticky).

January flies by, and suddenly, it’s the night of the PM’s dinner. Alex is antsy and swipes a flute of champagne to keep himself from spiraling even more than he already is. He anxiously keeps glancing over at the door, jumping every time a new arrival is announced.

“Looking for someone?”

Alex nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of his sister’s voice. When he turns to her, she has a stupid fucking grin on her face, like she knows something that he doesn’t, and he isn’t dumb enough to doubt that. June is the eldest and the wisest out of the Claremont-Diaz siblings, and she always seems to have a leg-up on Alex every single damn time.

“Fucking Christ, you need a bell.”

June laughs and plucks the champagne out his hands and takes a sip of her own.

“Hey! Get your own.”

“Sure, but only if you stop looking at the door every twenty seconds. You look like you’re about to pass out, Little Bit.”

Alex scowls at the nickname and snatches the glass out of June’s hand, finishing it off before she even has the chance to steal it back.

June rolls her eyes and rests her hands placatingly on her brother’s shoulders. “Dude, you need to calm the fuck down. Dinner hasn’t even started yet, and I can already smell the BO radiating off of you.”

He instinctively lifts an arm and takes a subtle whiff of his pit. “What- Oh, god. Do I stink?”

“Alex,” she stresses, giving his shoulders a squeeze. “I’m just fucking with you.”

“Oh, fuck you, June.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just calm down, will you? He’ll be here soon. So until then, just go around and do what you do best. Schmoozing and looking cute. Just don’t get into any arguments, though. You can do that after Mom’s re-elected.” She gives him a little shove, sending him into the light crowd of international and domestic dignitaries already forming. He gives her the finger behind his back and heads off.

He decides to make his way over to the open bar for something stronger than champagne when he’s stopped by none other than Miguel Ramos. God, he probably needs to start double-fisting to get through the evening. He hides his grimace behind a well-practiced smile and tries his best to keep up with the conversation without looking too distracted. His ears pick up Texas strategy in the midst of all his droning, and he fails to hide his surprise. Miguel says that he has his sources like it’s some kind of acceptable explanation, and Alex suddenly has the urge to smack the smirk off his face.

He doesn’t have the chance to do it, however, because they’re announcing His Royal Highness’ arrival, and Henry is walking—more like, sauntering in and looking far too good in a suit and bowtie. Kissing Henry becomes a need more than a want at this point.

He leaves Miguel before the guy can get another word in edgewise and heads over to Amy with a simple request. It takes some sly maneuvering, but the Red Room is his best chance to actually have a private conversation with Henry.

Alex is just a bundle of nerves as he waits for Henry to step into the room. He knows he’s being ridiculous, but he thinks the portrait of Alexander Hamilton is judging him. He has half a mind to flip the painting over so he won’t have his beady eyes looking at him anymore, because he doesn’t need another white man questioning his life choices. He nearly considers it, too, but that’s just insane. He should be thinking about what he’s going to say to Henry, not United States historical figures and how their ghosts are probably judging for being so stupid. If they weren’t racist and homophobic first.

Okay, shut up, brain.

Before he has a chance to even pretend to look normal, the door is already opening, and in steps Henry, gliding in like the fucking angel he is. It should infuriate him, because no one should be looking that beautiful, but he sees Henry, and all the words he’s planned to say leave his brain in an instant. He is dumbfounded.

“Look, Alex. I’m so-”

“Shut up. Stop talking.” He crosses the room in two long strides and pulls Henry into his arms, and before his brain resets and he can start thinking again, he is slamming their mouths together.

Then, Henry pushes him away.

“Wait a minute.”

While Henry’s having his own crisis a few feet away, Nora’s analytical numbers flash across his brain, reeling through his mind like a broken record. Seventy-seven. Forty-five. Seventy-seven. Forty-five. Seventy-seven. Forty-five.

Oh, fuck. They’re kissing again.

Henry drags him in by the lapels of his dinner jacket, and Alex eagerly follows. Their lips meet again, the kiss hurried and driven by the heat burning under their skin. Everything zeroes in on that moment, and all he can think about is the curve of his lips, all soft and supple, the way his hips fit perfectly under his hands, the solid weight of his body against his.

Alex presses him into the wall. Fuck Hamilton and his judgy stare. He slots himself between his thick, sinful thighs, and drags a leg up to wrap around his waist. He twists his hips slightly just, and he groans into Henry’s mouth when he feels just how hard he is in his trousers. He’s hard, too, and it takes everything in him not to cum in his underwear.

God, he just wants to do bad, very bad things to this man, and he’s pretty sure Henry will let him. Now he just has to figure out how to get him up to his room.

One-hundred percent success rate. Eat shit, Nora.

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What I think your favorite ego says about you!

Dark: You are one of two things: you are cool, calm, and collective or, batshit wild. Regardless of which, when you snap, YOU SNAP. Whoever pissed you off better pray to the old gods because the new one ain't picking up his phone. You either seem like you have your shit together, or you really do. There is no in-between.

Anti: Relax? Who is she? Who are eccentric from the start. You are quiet at first, making people think you are shy and just have to warm up to them, when in reality, you are biding your time. Watching your surroundings to see how everyone ticks, and then you strike. Violence is not always your attack, you can also deal out verbal attacks as well. Your RBF is on point.

Wilford: You are that person who is cheerful to hide your trauma. Sorry, but we can still see it. You can't hide a body behind a glass wall. You will smile and give homemade treats and remember everyone's birthday, but everyone once in a while, you will say something to cause everyone's concern to go to an 11. High ADHD levels.

Jackie: You are that one person that is motivated beyond belief. You will wear yourself out with over positivity and helping others and then break down in a public restroom. Crying from stress is a call for attention, even in an empty room (false, cry if you need too) can't drink coffee because it sends your hyperness through the roof and gives you a headache.

Damien: You are the mom friend of the group, you either have snack pouches and juice, or a way to reprimand your friends. You are shy around confrontation, but always quick to come up with a solution to a problem. You wouldn't share homework answered, but would help with the homework. You are the designated driver.

Chase: things you cry at: cat videos, cute kid videos, slice of life anime, cute finales of comedies. You have some sort of an addiction. Coffee, alcohol, cleanliness, art, your hobby, collecting hobbies. Something to keep your hand busy is always needed, helps tame the voices. Your therapist friend begs you to go to therapy, but who can afford it? Definitely not you, and besides, you aren't even that serious. Thinking about death is normal, right? Right?!

Celine: you are the wine aunt. Weather that is literal or towards your friends, that is your title and you where it with pride. Might be some sort of witch. You can become serious quickly, you go from go lucky to problem solver 1-100 real fast. You are always available, even if you're not happy about it. You listen to problems and come up with half good answers. Sorry to say, but arson is not always the answer.

Schneep: you are the therapist friend, and you need a therapist. Carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Must have perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect ingernal. Coffee is not breakfast, nor is it good to drink at 3 in the afternoon. Eat some real food, please, granola bars are not going to get you through the day.

Actor: in some way, shape, or form, you are a profectionist. People may get upset about the way things must line up, if your drink is one inch higher than expected, everything is ruined. Everything must be perfect, or it's terrible. You either love art, or an artist yourself who hates your art. When someone tells you you are a profectionist, you lash out in anger. Take a nap, might do you good.

JJ: silent but deadly. Words are very rarely exchanged with those outside your friend group. When someone asks you what you are reading, you lift up your book to show the title and continue to read. You made your own lunches at school. If someone crosses you, you will be passive aggressive about it. Dresses formal for every occasion.

Google: you have anger issues, eldest sibling , reliable one? When someone needs advice, you are the first to go to. You regularly go to those warehouses to destroy things. You don't work well with others, prefer to work alone than In a group. Effortlessly get A's on tests.

Marvin: you are either gay, or the gayest straight person. If there's no glitter, you don't want it. You're temper is fiery, but your significant other wouldn't have you any other way. You have enemies, and your friends are worried about that. You have either mental or physical scars and are self conscious about them. Your scars tell your story, don't be embarrassed. You live in the library and write papers that aren't necessary.

Bing: your favorite Ninja turtle was Mikey. Love Bill and Ted. The life of the party, always trying to be the cool guy. You fail at it, but you don't let that slow you down. You once tried to do something reckless, failed, and said that you'll practice until you do it. You succeed. You do anything you put your mind to. Useless facts, no, no one knew that otters hold hands while sleeping to not drift away, but thank you for sharing. Orange crush is your favorite drink.

Tell me how accurate I am!

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The Silver Madame [Aegon Targaryen x Reader]

Previous chapter || Series masterlist || Other HOTD stories [requests open]

Summary: You are the second eldest child of King Viserys and Queen Alicent and from a young age you had always wanted freedom. You always thought you were never suited for the royal life and decided to run away at the age of ten-and-three. You had made your ways through the ranks and by the age of ten-and-six, you were the Madame of your own pleasure house. You thought you were away from your family and away from your worries, until your elder brother visits you….

TRIGGER WARNING: This is a story of incest (obviously, it’s Game of Thrones). It contains strong depictions of sexual content. Please read at your own risk.

Warnings in this chapter: None.

🔥Part Two🔥

Gif doesn’t belong to me 💚

You hummed lightly while you ran your fingers through Aegon’s short silver hair. Every night he had come to visit you and you had accepted his coin every time.

“Mother had wept over your empty chambers for days after you left,” Aegon said quietly, his head resting lightly on your breasts. “She believed you were kidnapped and sold to a man in Fleabottom.”

You twirled a strand of his hair, humming as you listened. “I am quite surprised you didn’t tell her that I ran away,” You said softly remembering the confrontation that night.

Aegon sighed softly, rubbing your side with his thumb lightly. “I wish I did though…you were my only friend. The only one out of our siblings that I could go to.”

You furrowed your brows a bit hearing how hurt he was. Part of you did feel guilty for leaving, often thinking about your siblings; although you did enjoy the freedom you had here in the streets of silk.

“I-I am sorry, Aegon,” You said softly not knowing what else to say.

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You had a wide smile on your lips while you walked through the gardens with Aegon, your hands twirling around a red rose that he had plucked for you.

“I always enjoy watching you ride on Sunfyre,” You said softly, your violet eyes still on the flower, as though you were mesmerized by it.

You and your younger brother Aemond were the only two out of five to not have a dragon of your own. You remembered the heartbreak you felt when the dragon that was nestled in your egg did not even take its first breath as it tried to breach through the shell.

“You are always welcome to ride on Sunfyre with me, sweet one,” Aegon stated as he turned to face you. He smiled lightly while reaching up to tuck your silver hair behind your ear, looking over your features.

You smiled softly at your elder brother, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach. You seemed to have a bond with a bond with Aegon that you did not have with the rest of your siblings, the two of you being the eldest. It was as though you were meant to be more than brother and sister.

“Perhaps I will take you up on your offer, my dear brother.”

Aegon looked over you before wrapping an arm around you, the smile wide on his lips. “Perhaps we could soar the skies of the Seven Kingdoms, forget about the Iron Throne.”

You hummed knowing of the pressure your mother put on Aegon. You always told him that you would find a ship with him and sail across the Narrow Sea, away from Kings Landing and away from the Iron Throne.

“I promise that one day we will run away together and never return,” You said, smiling up at your elder brother while hooking your pinkie with his.

Aegon smiled lightly down at you. “I would like that very much,” He whispered, lifting your pinkie to his lips and kissed it lightly.

You had your back to Aegon while you began to put your white slip back on. After the talk you have had with him, things had become awkward between the two of you.

You walked over to the table, pouring two glasses and turned offering one to your elder brother. “We have never really discussed yourself. It has only been about me.”

Aegon took the glass, downing half of it in one drink. He grunted a bit in response. “I ended up marrying our idiot of a sister Helaena because my betrothed decided to run away.”

You frowned a bit while listening to him. “Has Helaena blessed you with children at least?”

Aegon nodded, his eyes on his cup. “Twins actually. One of them is an heir as well.”

You smiled lightly at that. “That is good at least.”

“Yes, indeed.” Aegon downed the rest of his wine before he stood up and walked over to you. He placed his hands on your hips, his grip tight as he pulled you close to him. “Perhaps you could give me an heir,” He whispered in your ear.

You smirked lightly feeling his arousal poking against you. “They would be a bastard then, not an heir. Am I wrong?” You questioned with a raised brow.

Aegon smirked as he leaned down and kissed you gently on the lips. “No one would know if they are a bastard or not, being a child of pure Targaryen blood.”

You hummed against his lips, giggling a bit as you pushed at his chest a bit. “Perhaps we can start to really try your next time here.”

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You had woken up in the middle of the night to a scream ripping through the brothel. You rushed to the source and frowned at the sight of Alissa, who was no older than four-and-ten sobbing at the sight of the Madame laying motionless in bed.

“I-I came to give her her tea a-a-and—“ Alissa tried to choke out.

“Hush, sweet one,” You whispered pulling her close and frowned. The Madame was an old hag, anything could have happened to her. One thing was certain though and that was the stranger finally decided it was her time.

“Go to Kyra and tell her what happened,” You urged Alissa who nodded and quickly rushed out of the room.

You sighed while walking closer and frowned at the piece of parchment by the Madame’s bedside. You picked it up slowly, your eyes scanning over the delicate handwriting:

My time is coming soon enough, I can feel it. I do not know when the stranger will come and claim me but I am ready to leave. When the hour of the owl comes, I will close my eyes and never to open them again. When the sun rises on the morrow, I am giving the pleasure home and all of its assets to Y/N. I know she will be a better Madame than I have ever been.

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Benedict Bridgerton X OC PART 1

Benedict Bridgerton x Helen Ashford

Warnings - infidelity angst, Colin and his dramatics, Bridgerton siblings banter.

A/N - This is my first time ever writing anything I initially started off with a small idea of imagining Benedict in an arranged marriage and now I have a whole story dedicated to him with two parts. I love him he’s my comfort character

Benedict Bridgerton was a man of many talents, but it was his passion for art that truly set him apart. From a young age, he had a natural talent for sketching and painting, and he spent countless hours lost in his own world, creating masterpieces that would never see the light of day.

He longed to pursue art as a career, to create something that would leave a lasting impression on the world.

But such dreams were not meant for someone of his station. His family had other plans for him, plans that involved a respectable marriage and a career in politics.

As the second eldest son of the Bridgerton family, Benedict had always known that he would be expected to marry and carry on the family line. However, the recent marriage of his older brother Anthony to Kate had made the prospect of Benedict's own marriage all the more pressing.

Benedict's mother, Violet, couldn't help but worry about her son. She knew that he had a passion for art and a desire to pursue a career as an artist, but she also knew that his duty to the family would come first. She feared that the pressure of marriage and starting a family would stifle his creative pursuits and leave him feeling unfulfilled.

Violet had seen it happen to too many women of her own generation, and she didn't want the same fate to befall her beloved son. She had tried to broach the subject with Benedict, but he was always quick to deflect the conversation. He didn't want to burden his family with his own worries and concerns, and he certainly didn't want to disappoint them by admitting that he wasn't ready for marriage just yet.

But as the Bridgerton family continued to socialize and attend events, the pressure on Benedict only grew. He couldn't escape the constant chatter about eligible young ladies and potential matches, and he found himself withdrawing more and more into his art as a way to cope.

Violet watched her son with a heavy heart, knowing that she couldn't protect him from the expectations of society forever. She only hoped that he would find a way to balance his duty to the family with his own desires and passions, and that he would be able to find happiness on his own terms.

Eloise, her heart pounding with both curiosity and courage, confronted her mother about the discussion she had overheard between her and Anthony as they strolled together through the grand halls of their estate.

The words tumbled out of her lips in a burst of audacity, "I just heard you and Anthony talking about Benedict's marriage, but as far as I know, he isn't courting anyone, not even this season."

Violet Bridgerton, her mother, paused for a moment, her eyes holding a glimmer of understanding and a touch of nostalgia.

She gently took Eloise's arm, her voice carrying the weight of experience and wisdom as she responded, "Oh, my dear Eloise, sometimes in life, love takes its own course. It isn't always about falling in love but rather finding love, staying in love, and then realizing you have fallen ever so deeply."

"What do you mean, Mother?" Eloise inquired, her voice tinged with both curiosity and skepticism.

Violet smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes, as they continued their leisurely walk through the opulent estate. What I mean, my dearest, is that sometimes life presents us with unexpected twists and turns. It's entirely possible for Benedict to embark on an arranged marriage, a path dictated by tradition and duty, rather than one fueled by romantic notions."

Eloise burst into laughter, her mirth bubbling forth uncontrollably. The sound echoed through the corridors, startling her mother and causing heads to turn in their direction. Violet stared at her daughter, her expression a mix of surprise and concern.

"Forgive me, Mother," Eloise managed to say between fits of laughter, attempting to regain her composure. "It's just that the idea of Benedict, our dear Benedict, surrendering to an arranged marriage seems utterly preposterous."

Violet's brows knitted together, her concern deepening. "Eloise, this is no laughing matter. Arranged marriages have been a part of our society for centuries, and they have their own intricacies and complexities."

Eloise wiped away tears of laughter, her amusement slowly subsiding as she recognized her mother's earnestness. "I understand, Mother, and I apologize for my outburst. It's just... Benedict, surrendering his heart to an arranged union? It feels inconceivable, given his free-spirited nature and disdain for convention."

Violet's lips curved into a gentle smile, a touch of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Ah, my dear Eloise, that is the beauty of life. It often surprises us, revealing facets of our loved ones that we never imagined existed. Perhaps there is more to Benedict's story than what meets the eye."

As they continued their walk, Eloise pondered her mother's words, her mind filled with possibilities and newfound curiosity. The notion of Benedict, the eternal wanderer of passions, embracing an arranged marriage felt like an enigma waiting to be unraveled. With a mixture of skepticism and intrigue.

As fate continued to weave its intricate threads through the lives of the Bridgerton siblings, it seemed that each of them had fallen into the embrace of classic romance tropes.

Daphne, the eldest daughter, had embarked on a journey of fake dating, her heart entangled in a web of pretense. Anthony, the protective older brother, had found love in the most unlikely of places, as old enemies blossomed into passionate lovers. Colin, the carefree and curious sibling, had discovered the beauty of a slow-burning romance with his dearest friend.

And now, it appeared to be Benedict's turn to dance within the realms of yet another timeless trope – the search for love within the confines of an arranged marriage. Fate had taken hold of his destiny, leading him down a path strewn with the delicate petals of duty and tradition.

In the midst of uncertainty, Benedict sought solace in his passions, losing himself in the strokes of his paintbrush and the whispers of his thoughts. With each stroke, he poured his longing and hopes onto canvas, the art becoming a testament to his desire for a love that transcended convention.

Entering the drawing room, Benedict found Anthony engrossed in a stack of papers, his face clouded with frustration, while Kate stood nearby, arms folded tightly across her chest, a deep furrow etched upon her brow. The tension in the room was palpable.

“Must you always interfere?" Kate's voice carried a hint of exasperation, her words laced with a touch of defiance.

Anthony sighed heavily, his gaze meeting Kate's with equal determination. "Of course, I must. Benedict is my brother, and it is my duty to guide and protect him."

Kate's eyes flashed with a mix of concern and frustration. "But shouldn't you let him be, Anthony? What happened to his dreams of applying to art colleges? You can't simply dismiss his passion."

Anthony remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together, the weight of responsibility weighing upon him.

"Viscount Anthony Bridgerton!" Kate's voice rang out, her frustration reaching its peak as she snatched a paper from her husband's hand.

“Kathani," Anthony finally spoke, his voice measured and controlled. "He is my brother, and I must prioritize what I believe is best for him, regardless of his personal inclinations."

Kate scoffed, her eyes filled with a mixture of disappointment and disbelief, before turning on her heel and storming out of the room, leaving Benedict standing in the doorway, a witness to the clash of wills between his brother and sister-in-law.

Benedict struggled to make sense of their heated exchange, the words and emotions swirling in his mind like an abstract painting yet to be deciphered. He longed to understand what they were discussing, how his art and aspirations were entangled in their impassioned debate.

Benedict sauntered into the grand main hall, where Eloise sat engrossed in her book, Colin and Hyacinth fiercely battling each other in a game of chess. The servants scurried about, setting up tea and cakes with an air of anticipation.

"Didn't Daphne and her little one just bid us adieu?" Benedict mused, his voice filled with curiosity.

Eloise, barely lifting her gaze from the pages, responded with nonchalance, "Oh, indeed! Daphne and her precious offspring, the never-ending tale that keeps us entertained. That THING’S face hasn't changed in moons!"

Colin erupted into laughter, only to be silenced by a stern glare from their mother, Violet. "Eloise, enough of your quips. And Colin, my dear, stop being the instigator," Violet scolded, her tone laced with maternal authority.

Colin gasped, feigning innocence. "Mother, 'twas Eloise who spoke of young Auggie as if he were a lifeless object. Why am I always the one caught in the crossfire?”

Eloise playfully continued to tease Colin, and he retaliated with equal fervor. Benedict contemplated joining the banter, a mischievous glint in his eye, but his mind remained consumed by the earlier events. He was barely aware of the chatter around him.

"Eloise, Colin, enough of your bickering. Lady Danbury might grace us with her presence any moment now," Violet interjected, busy arranging the crockery with precision. "Both of you, vacate the hall. I have an affair of great importance to discuss with Lady Danbury in utmost privacy."

Eloise stubbornly protested, "But I'm at the climax of this novel! Can't you see, Mother? Leave me be!" Violet shot Eloise a pointed look, conveying her wishes through a mere expression.

With an exasperated sigh, Eloise reluctantly closed her book, muttering under her breath, "May the heavens save us from such tyranny," before reluctantly exiting the room.

Violet then turned her attention to Colin and Hyacinth, adopting a commanding tone. "Colin, Hyacinth, must I resort to written instructions to enforce obedience?" The siblings sprang into action, hastily collecting their chess pieces, aware of their mother's unwavering authority.

"Benedict, my dear, one shouldn't expect their aged mother to repeat herself, now should they?" Violet quipped, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Benedict nodded, a hint of amusement in his eyes, as he made his exit from the hall.

Lady Danbury gracefully entered the room, her presence commanding attention. "Violet, my dear, I believe I have unraveled the reason behind this conversation of ours," she stated, delicately sipping her tea.

“Agatha, my son," Violet began to explain, but Lady Danbury interjected with a mischievous smile, "Ah, the talented artist that he is. Such brilliance is a rarity in this day and age."

Violet, perplexed by Lady Danbury's remark, followed her gaze outside the window, where Benedict sat on a swing, lost in his thoughts. Violet's eyes widened in realization as she turned back to Lady Danbury. "You have someone in mind, don't you?" she inquired, her voice filled with curiosity.

“Lady Danbury leaned forward, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Indeed, my dear Violet. I know of a young lady named Helen Ashford. She possesses all the qualities that would make her a perfect match for Benedict. Beauty, grace, and a spirit that matches his own. They would create a remarkable union."

Violet's brow furrowed as she contemplated the idea. "An arranged marriage for Benedict? But will he accept such an arrangement willingly?" she questioned, her concern evident.

Lady Danbury chuckled softly. "Ah, my dear Violet, love has a way of blossoming even in the most unexpected circumstances”

Violet's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "You truly believe they would be a good match?"

Lady Danbury nodded, her conviction unwavering. "Indeed, my dear friend. Their shared passions, their complementary spirits, it is a pairing meant to be. With a gentle nudge and a little encouragement, their love story could unfold like a beautiful tapestry.

Helen, my dear sister, you must consider marriage someday," Earl Henry Ashford persistently attempted to engage in conversation with his headstrong sibling, as he had done countless times before.

Helen glanced up from her musical notes, her determination evident as she dropped her quill.

And I never claimed I wouldn't, brother. Find me a suitable match and marry me off if you must. After all, I was born for it, was I not? What I refuse, however, is to seek a love match and hope to find true love within the bounds of marriage," she asserted firmly, making her stance clear.

Henry attempted to explain his perspective, hoping to change her mind. "How can you perceive being in love as a negative thing simply because of one unfortunate incident?" he questioned.

Look at our king and queen, we all aspire to have a love like theirs," Henry argued, his tone filled with conviction, as if hoping to sway Helen's viewpoint.

Helen's eyes narrowed with a hint of pain and defiance. "The incident you so casually refer to was our mother, Henry," she retorted sharply.

“And speaking of our king and queen, have you not noticed the loneliness that engulfs our queen? I would rather enter into an arranged marriage than embark on a path of self-destruction," she declared, her voice laced with bitterness. With that, she abruptly rose from her seat and stormed out of the room, leaving Henry to contemplate her words.

It was a difficult matter for Helen. Her parents had shared a passionate love, a union that seemed unbreakable. They adorned each other with affection, creating a celestial symphony of devotion.

However, tragedy struck when, at the tender age of fourteen, Helen discovered her father's lifeless body in their backyard. He had taken his own life upon learning of her mother's infidelity.

Since that fateful day, Helen had learned that no amount of love could ever fill the void or shield against heartbreak. She held a deep resentment towards her mother, who had abandoned Helen and her brother, leaving young Henry burdened with the responsibilities of an Earl at the tender age of nineteen.

The moon cast a soft glow over the tranquil Bridgerton estate as Eloise sought solace in the hidden depths of the backyard. The late hour and the veil of darkness concealed her secret indulgence—a cigarette, clandestinely lit to calm her restless mind.

Unbeknownst to her, Benedict had noticed her absence from the drawing room and followed the flickering ember of her vice. He found her, a solitary figure enveloped by the shadows, and approached her with cautious steps.

Eloise," Benedict called out, his voice carrying a blend of concern and curiosity. She turned, startled by his sudden presence, and quickly tried to hide the evidence of her forbidden vice. Benedict, ever perceptive, arched an eyebrow but said nothing, extending his hand to take the pack of cigarettes from her. Eloise exhaled deeply, grateful that her brother had discovered her secret rather than their ever-watchful mother.

Benedict sought answers, and he knew Eloise held the key. After all, Eloise Bridgerton always possessed knowledge, an understanding of everything. "Would you care to enlighten me?" he inquired gently

Eloise sighed with a sense of relief, extending the pack of cigarettes to him. "What troubles you, Eloise?" Benedict pressed, his tone laced with weariness.

Eloise feigned confusion, attempting to divert the conversation. "What troubles me? Is it the fact that I will be out next season? Or perhaps the reality that I never had the chance to pursue my studies? Or maybe it's the secret betrayal of my childhood best friend, concealed for who knows how long," she rambled, trying to steer clear of the true topic at hand.

Benedict grew impatient, sensing her avoidance. "You know perfectly well that is not what I am asking," he stated firmly. Eloise let out an awkward chuckle, well aware that Violet would be furious if she discovered their conversation. "Haha, a funny thing indeed. So, Mama intends to arrange a marriage for you. That is why Lady Danbury paid us a visit this afternoon," she revealed.

Benedict's face contorted with disbelief. His mother knew all too well that he desired a love match, to marry for love alone. "Nonsense! What nonsense are you speaking, Eloise?" he protested.

Eloise, weary of the situation, replied, "It was something about staying in love, a string of nonsensical ideas. But Mother is determined, Benedict."

Benedict ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts swirling in a sea of uncertainty. He had always envisioned a marriage filled with passion, a partner with whom he could share his deepest desires and aspirations. The idea of surrendering his fate to an arranged union felt stifling, restricting the freedom he longed for. Yet, he couldn't deny the weight of his family's expectations and the duty he felt to honor them.

As the moonlight bathed them in its ethereal glow, Benedict and Eloise found themselves at a crossroads—a delicate balance between tradition and personal desires. Little did they know that their conversations under the moonlit sky would set in motion a chain of events that would challenge their beliefs, push the boundaries of their comfort zones, and ultimately lead them to uncover the true meaning of love, choice, and destiny in a world where societal norms and personal desires clashed.

Lady Danbury's carriage arrived at the elegant estate of Earl Henry and Countess Caroline Ashford. The grand entrance welcomed her with its intricate marble columns and exquisite floral arrangements.

Lady Danbury, adorned in her finest regency attire, descended from the carriage with grace, her eyes shimmering with purpose. As she was ushered into the drawing room, Earl Henry and Countess Caroline rose to greet their esteemed guest.

"Lady Danbury, what a delight to have you grace our humble abode," Earl Henry exclaimed, extending his hand in greeting. "To what do we owe this honor?"

Lady Danbury's eyes twinkled mischievously as she settled into an ornate armchair. "Ah, Earl Henry, Countess Caroline, I have come with a proposition that might pique your interest," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of excitement.

Curiosity piqued, Earl Henry motioned for his wife to join them, and they sat opposite Lady Danbury, eager to hear her proposal. Countess Caroline's eyes sparkled with anticipation, for she had heard tales of Lady Danbury's matchmaking prowess.

"Pray, Lady Danbury, do enlighten us," Earl Henry urged, his voice tinged with anticipation.

Lady Danbury leaned forward, her gaze fixed on them. "I come with a proposition concerning your sister, Miss Helen Ashford," she revealed, her voice carrying a tone of conviction.

Earl Henry exchanged a quick glance with Countess Caroline, their interest now fully piqued. "Miss Helen? Pray, do tell us more," Earl Henry inquired, his tone politely inquisitive.

"Lady Danbury," Countess Caroline interjected, her voice filled with curiosity. "What could you possibly propose for our dear Helen?"

Lady Danbury's smile widened, and she clasped her hands together. "It has come to my attention that the honorable Benedict Bridgerton, the second oldest of the esteemed Bridgerton siblings, seeks a suitable match," she began, her words measured and deliberate.

Earl Henry leaned back in his chair, a spark of hope igniting in his eyes. "Benedict Bridgerton, you say? A fine gentleman indeed. But what does this have to do with our Helen?"

Lady Danbury's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "I believe that Helen and Benedict would make a splendid match. Helen's intellect, strength, and unwavering spirit would complement Benedict's artistic soul and free-spirited nature. It is a union that could bring about an extraordinary partnership."

Countess Caroline's breath caught in her throat, her heart beating with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Lady Danbury, do you truly believe that our Helen and Benedict would find happiness in such an arrangement?"

Lady Danbury nodded, her confidence unwavering. "I have witnessed love bloom in the most unexpected of circumstances, Countess Caroline. Sometimes, the path to happiness lies beyond our preconceived notions. With Helen's resilience and Benedict's ability to see beauty in all things, I am convinced that their union would be nothing short of extraordinary."

The Bridgerton family gathered in the grand drawing room, its opulent walls adorned with exquisite portraits and shimmering chandeliers casting a soft glow. Violet Bridgerton, the matriarch of the family, stood at the center, her gaze commanding attention from her beloved children.

"Dear family," Violet began, her voice carrying the weight of authority and love. "There is a matter of utmost importance that requires our attention today."

Benedict, standing tall with a hint of unease in his eyes, exchanged a nervous glance with his siblings. They had all heard whispers of an impending arranged marriage, but the confirmation from their mother now hung in the air, tense and palpable.

Violet's piercing gaze met Benedict's, her voice steady yet tinged with a hint of sadness. "My dear Benedict, it is with a content heart that I inform you of the arrangement we have made for your marriage. Miss Helen Ashford, a young woman of impeccable character and grace, has been chosen as your bride."

Benedict's breath caught in his chest, his heart pounding with a mix of emotions. He looked around the room, meeting the eyes of his siblings, who bore expressions of both concern and curiosity. Benedict summoned his resolve, his voice firm yet tinged with a touch of defiance.

"Mother, I cannot comply with such an arrangement," he declared, his words echoing in the hallowed space. "I believe in the power of love, and I refuse to enter into a marriage devoid of that sacred bond."

Violet's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and disappointment flickering across her face. She moved closer to her son, her voice laced with a combination of maternal concern and authority.

"Benedict, my darling, marriage is a complex institution, and sometimes love can blossom in the most unexpected of places."

Benedict shook his head, his voice unwavering. "I appreciate your wisdom, Mother, but I have a passion for art that consumes my very being. I have dreams and aspirations that I wish to pursue, to create a life filled with beauty and inspiration. A loveless marriage would stifle that fire within me."

As tension hung in the air, Anthony, the eldest Bridgerton sibling, stepped forward, his voice cutting through the silence. "Benedict, you will marry Miss Ashford as Mother has arranged. It is our duty as members of this esteemed family to honor our responsibilities and uphold our reputation."

Benedict's eyes widened, his jaw clenched with a mixture of frustration and defiance. He locked eyes with Anthony, his voice resolute yet tinged with a touch of rebellion. "Anthony, I understand the weight of our family's expectations, but I cannot enter into a loveless union. I refuse to sacrifice my own happiness for the sake of appearances."

Anthony's gaze hardened, his voice filled with authority. "Benedict, you will do as I say. Our family's honor and standing in society depend on it. Love may be a luxury we cannot afford at the moment, but duty and responsibility must prevail."

Benedict's hands curled into fists, his voice strained with emotion. "Is our happiness to be sacrificed at the altar of societal expectations? Should we not strive for more than mere appearances?"

Violet, the voice of reason, stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "Anthony, my dear son, let us not make hasty decisions fueled by obligation alone. Benedict's happiness and his pursuit of love are not matters to be taken lightly."

Anthony's expression softened, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. He took a deep breath, his voice gentler yet resolute. "I apologize, Benedict. I only seek what I believe is best for our family. But know this, my brother, love can sometimes be found in the most unexpected of circumstances."

Benedict nodded, his voice filled with gratitude for Anthony's willingness to listen. "I appreciate your concern, Anthony, but I cannot dismiss the yearnings of my heart. I must follow my own path, even if it means defying convention."

As the siblings stood before their mother, the weight of their differing opinions filled the room. It was a battle between duty and individuality, tradition and personal fulfillment.

In the quiet solitude of the Bridgerton family library, Daphne and Francesca found Benedict, his face etched with a mix of worry and defiance. They exchanged a knowing glance, understanding the weight of his inner turmoil. Daphne gently placed her hand on Benedict's shoulder, her voice filled with sisterly warmth.

"Benedict, dear brother, we understand your reservations. But before making any final decisions, would you not consider meeting Helen Ashford at least once? It may bring some clarity to your heart."

Benedict sighed, his eyes searching theirs for reassurance. "Daphne, Francesca, I fear I am destined for a life devoid of love and passion. How can I marry someone I do not know, someone I am not in love with?"

Francesca moved closer, her voice soothing yet resolute. "Benedict, love does not always happen at first sight. It can blossom slowly, like a delicate flower, when given the chance. Please, give Helen a fair opportunity to show you who she truly is."

Benedict hesitated, his fingers tracing the edges of a well-worn book on the table. "But what if I cannot find that connection, that spark of love? What if my heart remains untouched?"

Daphne clasped his hand, her eyes shining with sisterly affection. "Benedict, love is a mysterious and unpredictable force. It may elude us when we least expect it, and yet it can also surprise us in the most unlikely of circumstances. Give Helen a chance, and you may discover a love that surpasses all expectations."

Benedict bowed his head, grappling with his inner turmoil. "I shall meet Helen, for your sake, dear sisters. But I make no promises. My heart is guarded, and it may take more than a single encounter to sway me."

Francesca smiled, her voice filled with hope. "That is all we ask, dear brother. Keep an open mind, and perhaps fate will guide you towards the love you seek."

Helen Ashford sat by the window in the Ashford estate's study, engrossed in a book about astrophysics. Her mind danced with celestial wonders as she scribbled notes with determination. The room fell silent as her brother, Earl Henry Ashford, and his spirited wife, Countess Caroline, entered, their presence casting a lively aura.

"Helen, my dear sister, we have something of great import to discuss," Henry announced, a twinkle in his eyes.

Helen looked up from her book, her interest piqued. "Pray tell, what is it that has you both so eager to share?"

Caroline exchanged a knowing smile with her husband before speaking. "Dearest Helen, we have come to speak of a gentleman named Benedict Bridgerton. It appears he has caught the attention of many, and his accomplishments in the arts are widely renowned."

Helen raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with curiosity. "Benedict Bridgerton? And what of him? Should I be intrigued by his artistic endeavors?"

Henry chuckled, his affection for his sister evident. "Oh, dear sister, it seems you have misunderstood our intention. We do not speak of Benedict as a mere display of talents or a knight in shining armor. No, it is his character, his kindness, that has sparked our interest."

Helen leaned forward, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "Character and kindness, you say? Well, those are qualities worth considering. But let me make myself clear, I am not in search of grand love or a sweeping romance. A kind-hearted man who respects and cherishes me would be more than enough."

Caroline smiled warmly, her eyes filled with understanding. "We understand, Helen. And it is precisely because of Benedict's reputation for kindness that we thought to introduce you. You deserve nothing less than a partner who values you for who you are."

Helen paused, contemplating their words. "Very well, I shall meet this Benedict Bridgerton. But let it be known that my expectations are not high, and I will not be swayed by empty words or grand gestures. If he proves to be a man of genuine kindness and integrity, then perhaps there may be room for further consideration."

Henry and Caroline exchanged a glance, their excitement tempered with respect for Helen's independence. "We appreciate your open-mindedness, dear sister," Henry said. "All we ask is that you approach this meeting with an open heart and give Benedict a chance to prove himself."

Helen nodded, her determination shining through. "Rest assured, I shall approach this encounter with caution and reserve judgment until I have had the opportunity to know him better. After all, in matters of the heart, it is the substance beneath the surface that truly matters."

The Bridgerton siblings gathered in the grand parlor, preparing to depart for the Ashford estate for dinner. Excitement filled the air as they teased and bantered with one another, their playful spirits dancing like fireflies.

Colin, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, couldn't resist poking fun at Anthony. "Ah, dear brother, it seems love is in the air once again. We shall witness another Bridgerton succumbing to the bonds of matrimony."

Anthony smirked, ever ready with a retort. "Indeed, Colin, but pray tell, will it be before or after you find yourself shackled by the bonds of wedded bliss?"

Kate, Anthony's quick-witted wife, chimed in, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Oh, Colin, do enlighten us. Will your heart be captured soon, or shall we wait for another decade of your bachelorhood?"

Colin feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "I am a man of patience and discerning taste, dear sister-in-law. The right lady must grace my presence before I fall head over heels."

Eloise, unable to contain her laughter, joined in the banter. "Oh, Colin, we've been waiting for the day when love will sweep you off your feet. But until then, we shall revel in your charm and wit."

Benedict, the subject of their playful teasing, sighed, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Pray, dear siblings, spare me from your matchmaking endeavors. I am perfectly capable of finding love in my own time."

Francesca, always the voice of reason, chimed in. "Now, now, let's not overwhelm Benedict with our matchmaking schemes. Love has a way of finding us when we least expect it."

The room erupted with laughter, the joyous sound echoing through the halls of the Bridgerton household. They knew that while they may tease and prod, their bond as siblings was unbreakable, and their support for one another unwavering.

Eloise, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, approached the elegant lady engrossed in her book. Her heart raced as she tried to find the right words to initiate the conversation.

Clearing her throat delicately, Eloise caught the attention of the young woman, who looked up, her eyes filled with curiosity. "How may I help you, miss?" Helen inquired, her voice soft and polite.

Eloise, her voice slightly trembling, introduced herself. "I... I'm Eloise Bridgerton, Benedict's sister," she managed to say, her words faltering slightly.

As the realization dawned upon Helen, her face lit up with recognition. "Forgive me, Miss Eloise. How careless of me. I should have known. It is a pleasure to meet you," she replied warmly, extending a gloved hand in greeting. "I am Helen Ashford."

She was, feeling more at ease now, smiled gratefully and accepted Helen's hand, shaking it gently. "The pleasure is mine, Miss Helen," she said, her voice growing steadier. "I must say, I've heard so much about you from my family. They speak highly of your intellect and wit."

Helen's eyes sparkled with appreciation. "Oh, the flattery, Miss Eloise. Your family is far too kind. I am but a humble scholar, indulging in the wonders of knowledge." She closed her book gently and placed it on her lap.

Eloise, curious about the book Helen had been immersed in, couldn't help but ask. "May I inquire about the book you were reading? 'The Glass Universe,' is it not?

Helen's face lit up with enthusiasm. "Ah, you have a keen eye, Miss Eloise. Indeed, 'The Glass Universe' is a captivating exploration of the unsung heroines who made significant contributions to the field of astronomy. I find it utterly fascinating."

Eloise's eyes widened with genuine interest. "Oh, how marvelous! Astronomy is such a captivating subject. I confess I have only dabbled in it, but perhaps we could exchange thoughts and ideas sometime. I would love to hear more about your studies."

Helen's smile grew wider. "That would be delightful, Miss Eloise. I'm always eager to discuss the wonders of the universe with like-minded individuals.

As they engaged in a lively conversation about their shared interests, the apprehension that had initially enveloped Eloise melted away. She found herself genuinely connecting with Helen, appreciating her intelligence and passion for knowledge.

As Eloise and Helen engaged in their animated conversation, the Bridgerton siblings watched from the doorway, captivated by the sight before them. Colin, unable to contain his teasing nature, leaned toward Francesca and whispered, "Eloise Part 2, is she not?"

Francesca stifled a laugh and whispered back, "Hush, our Eloise is not this polished in her manners."

Their giggles, however, did not go unnoticed by their stern older brother, Anthony, who shot them a disapproving glance, silently warning them to behave themselves.

Meanwhile, Benedict stood transfixed, his gaze fixed upon Helen. She possessed an ethereal beauty that left him in awe, a beauty that could not be replicated on canvas no matter how skilled the artist. Her every movement seemed to possess a grace and elegance that he found irresistible.

Henry, the ever-gracious host, took it upon himself to introduce Helen to the Bridgerton family members one by one. Helen greeted each of them with genuine warmth and politeness, making a favorable impression with her charm and grace.

Violet, observing Helen closely, couldn't help but be impressed. Her keen eyes took in every detail of Helen's refined demeanor and graceful poise. It was clear to her that Helen was not only beautiful but also possessed an intelligence and sophistication that matched her appearance.

"Miss Helen, it is a pleasure to have you here with us," Violet said warmly, extending her hand in greeting. "I must say, your reputation precedes you. I have heard nothing but commendations about your intellect and wit."

Helen curtsied gracefully, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Lady Bridgerton. Your kind words are most humbling. I must say, it is an honor to be welcomed into such esteemed company."

Violet's smile widened, and she studied Helen with a discerning eye. "I must say, Miss Helen, you possess a rare combination of beauty and intelligence. It is truly a delight to have you amongst us."

Helen's cheeks flushed with a mixture of modesty and appreciation. "Your words are far too kind, Lady Bridgerton. I am but a humble scholar, seeking knowledge and exploring the wonders of the world."

Violet chuckled softly. "Oh, my dear, humility suits you well. Please, do enjoy your time here. Our family is known to be a lively bunch, and we are thrilled to have you as part of our evening."

The grand dining room of the Ashford estate was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight as the Bridgertons and Helen Ashford gathered for a sumptuous dinner. The table was adorned with elegant silverware, crystal glasses, and exquisite floral arrangements, creating an atmosphere of refined opulence.

As the first course was served, stimulating conversations filled the air. The clinking of fine china and the gentle murmur of polite laughter echoed throughout the room. Violet Bridgerton, the epitome of grace and poise, sat at the head of the table, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"I believe we should leave Benedict and Helen chaperoned to get to know each other," Violet proposed, her voice carrying a gentle yet commanding tone.

Benedict's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up nervously, his eyes meeting Helen's. She swallowed her food harshly, momentarily surprised by the suggestion. Her gaze flickered with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"What a good idea," Henry Ashford chimed in, his voice carrying a touch of excitement. "It will give the young ones an opportunity to converse without prying eyes."

Kate, always eager to assist, added, "I shall chaperone after dinner, ensuring their privacy. Colin and Eloise can be quite the mischievous duo, and we wouldn't want any interference."

"I must warn you, Miss Helen," Eloise began mischievously, leaning closer to her. "Our dear Anthony here has a habit of offering unsolicited advice when it comes to matters of the heart."

Helen raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Is that so, Miss Eloise? Pray, do tell me more."

Eloise glanced at Anthony with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, it's quite amusing, really. Whenever Benedict expresses the slightest interest in someone, Anthony appears out of thin air with a scowl on his face, ready to interrogate the poor soul."

Helen stifled a laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Interrogations, you say? How fascinating. I shall keep that in mind."

Anthony, who had been engaged in conversation nearby, overheard their exchange and couldn't resist chiming in. "I assure you, Miss Helen, it's all for Benedict's own good. Someone has to protect him from the scoundrels and fortune hunters lurking about."

Kate, sitting across the table, joined in the lighthearted teasing. "Oh, Anthony, we all know your intentions are pure, but sometimes your interference borders on comedic grandeur."

The room erupted in laughter, even Benedict couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's reputation. "Fear not, Miss Helen," he said with a playful grin. "Anthony's overprotectiveness is merely a reflection of his devotion to our family. It can be rather amusing to witness."

Helen smiled warmly, feeling the genuine camaraderie that surrounded her. "I appreciate the warning, Miss Eloise and the assurance, Mr. Anthony. Rest assured, I can handle a little interference if it means getting to know your brother better.

Violet, observing the playful exchange with motherly pride, interjected, "Oh, my dear Helen, with this lot, you shall never have a dull moment. But in their own peculiar way, they care deeply for one another."

The conversation continued, peppered with light-hearted jabs and infectious laughter, as the Bridgertons and Helen forged a bond, finding comfort and joy in their shared camaraderie.

Dinner was soon over and everyone was scattered as per their interest Benedict cleared his throat, feeling a touch of nervousness. "Pray tell, Ms. Ashford, what are your preferred pastimes aside from composing music?"

Helen straightened her posture, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "I do engage in writing music, Mr. Bridgerton. It is a pursuit that allows me to express my innermost sentiments."

Benedict nodded, his hands fidgeting slightly. "Ah, yes, the language of music. It possesses a unique ability to stir emotions. Might I inquire about the emotions you seek to convey through your compositions?"

Helen's eyes flickered with uncertainty, her fingers intertwining. "I do not actively seek specific emotions, Mr. Bridgerton. Rather, I endeavor to convey a sense of depth and resonance, allowing the melodies to unravel the mysteries within."

Benedict furrowed his brow, his own words stumbling slightly. "I understand. It is intriguing how both painting and music have the power to transport us, to reach beyond mere words and touch the depths of the soul."

The silence that followed was accompanied by the occasional rustle of leaves, an unspoken tension hanging in the air. Both Benedict and Helen were captivated by each other's passions, yet their formal exchange left them grasping for common ground.

Attempting to break the awkwardness, Benedict ventured cautiously, "Do you find inspiration in specific composers, Ms. Ashford?"

Helen's lips curved into a faint smile, a touch of relief evident in her voice. "Indeed, Mr. Bridgerton. The works of Beethoven and Mozart resonate deeply within me. Their mastery of composition ignites a fire within my soul."

Benedict's expression softened as he found a glimmer of connection. "Ah, the classical masters. Their timeless melodies have a way of transcending generations, speaking to the depths of our being."

As they meandered through the gardens, their conversation ebbed and flowed, from discussions of artistic influences to shared admiration for the beauty of nature. The formality began to dissipate, replaced by a genuine curiosity and the gradual unraveling of shared interests.

Caroline delicately maneuvered her fingers through Helen's long, cascading locks, her touch gentle and comforting. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow upon them as they sat together in Helen's bedchamber, preparing for the night.

"So, my dear Helen, what are your thoughts on Mr. Benedict Bridgerton?" Caroline inquired, her voice soft and curious.

Helen's jaw tightened momentarily, a flicker of emotion crossing her face. She took a deep breath, composing herself before responding. "I find the entire Bridgerton family to be quite delightful. They possess a warmth and closeness that is truly admirable. I would consider myself fortunate to be a part of their esteemed lineage.”

Caroline, astute as ever, detected the underlying evasion in Helen's words. She gently held Helen's hand, her eyes brimming with empathy. "My dearest sister, I come from a large family, blessed with devoted parents who cherished each and every one of us. I experienced a childhood filled with love and joy. But Helen, after all that you and Henry have endured, I believe you deserve this. It is your choice whether or not to seek love in marriage, but my dear, the kind of familial love that the Bridgertons embody is something we all deserve."

Helen's eyes welled with tears, her heart torn between apprehension and the longing for a sense of belonging. She clung to Caroline, finding solace in her sister-in-law's embrace.

“Caroline, you speak the truth. The love of a family is a precious gift, one I never had the chance to experience fully. I do not wish to let such an opportunity pass me by. I promise you, I shall strive to be the best daughter-in-law and a devoted wife to Benedict."

Caroline smiled, her eyes shimmering with pride and affection. "That is all I could ever hope for, dear Helen. The Bridgertons will welcome you with open arms, and I have no doubt that you will fill their lives with light and love."

As she settled into her bed that night, her heart carried a flicker of hope, knowing that she was embarking on a journey that would forever change her life.

Anthony poured himself a glass of fine Irish whiskey, his gaze fixed on Benedict. Curiosity danced in his eyes as he broached the subject. "So, brother, what are your thoughts on Miss Ashford?"

Benedict took a deep breath, furrowing his eyebrows as he contemplated his response. His mind buzzed with a myriad of emotions and thoughts, but for now, he decided to keep his newfound revelation to himself.

“Miss Ashford... she is quite... delightful," he replied, choosing his words carefully. "Resilient and remarkably strong. I believe she would make a splendid addition to our family."

Eloise, unable to contain her excitement, interjected with a burst of enthusiasm. "She's like the woman of my dreams! She possesses that main character energy from a novel. Benedict, you simply must marry her. She's the kind of intelligent woman this house needs!"

Colin, always quick with a witty retort, couldn't resist teasing Eloise. "Oh, Eloise, she's there to balance out your daftness, isn't she?"

Eloise shot back with a playful glare. "Oh, go back to your never-ending travels, Colin. Nobody likes you in this house anyway."

Anthony, weary of the banter, stepped in to restore order. "Enough, Eloise and Colin! Can you two ever be serious?"

“I don't see the need for seriousness, Anthony, especially since you provide enough of it for all of us."Eloise, ever the mischievous one, responded with a cheeky grin

With that, Eloise swiftly made her escape from the study, leaving a bemused Anthony in her wake.

Anthony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I shall need a physician for my ailing heart during her entire season, I fear."

Colin, sensing the tension, decided it was best to exit the study as well, dodging any potential admonishment from Benedict. "Well, then, let us inform Mother tomorrow and set a date for your impending nuptials."

With a hearty laugh, Colin left the room, leaving Benedict alone with his thoughts.

Benedict found himself faced with a quandary, and yet he had devised a solution that seemed the most sensible. If he were to enter into this marriage for the sake of his family, then why not choose someone who epitomized perfection for the Bridgertons? Helen Ashford embodied all that was desirable—a captivating beauty, elegance, and a refined intellect. She possessed a resilient spirit, a strong voice, and yet remained gentle, polite, and empathetic.

In his mind, Benedict formulated a plan. He would proceed with this marriage before the season's end, and within two months of their union, he would return to his beloved academy. It seemed like a fair compromise, one that allowed him to pursue his own passions while fulfilling his familial obligations.

Deep down, a nagging question arose—what did Helen stand to gain from this arrangement? Yet, Benedict swiftly buried those doubts, reminding himself that if he was sacrificing for the sake of his mother, he, too, deserved the opportunity to follow his own aspirations. For now, he would keep his thoughts to himself, allowing his resolve to strengthen and his path to unfold.

Thus, with a steadfast determination and a masked inner turmoil, Benedict embraced the decision he had made. The intricate tapestry of his life was about to intertwine with that of Helen Ashford, creating a new chapter in both their stories. As the world around him spun with expectations and possibilities, Benedict remained resolute, ready to embark on this unconventional journey that would test the boundaries of duty, love, and his own desires.

#benedict bridgerton x oc #benedict bridgerton #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #colin bridgerton #violet bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #lady danbury #queen charlotte #kate sharma #netflix #shondaland #daphne bridgerton #bridgerton series #bridgerton

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transingthoseformers · 7 months

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THE VISIT TO VECTOR SIGMA

Just as Micronus planned this reminder of their greatest challenge and working together did wonders to soothe tempers and he went to each of his siblings in turn to suggest this. Micronus didn’t have the same ability to make one laugh as Quintus or charm as Solus, but he was steady and trusted in a way all his siblings loved. Megatronus’s temper was cooled, Solus distracted, Liege baited, Onyx enticed, and Prima coerced in turn. The others proved much simpler to accomplish, commenting how their older siblings had been neglecting to visit them often caught up in other concerns, especially Mortilus, the youngest and loneliest of them given his domain seemed joyful at the prospect.

For a time it was like their early years, despite Quintus’s telling absences. Even Prima cracked a smile as he and Megatronus reminisced with Solus shoving herself between them teasing and chiming in as needed, her brothers indulgent and endeared. The three eldest at the head as their younger siblings laughed and celebrated underneath them.

(Gonna break narrative to say @heliopauseentertainments's fic Reforged has made it so I always associate Rodimus with Solus no and I will forever give them similar personalities.)

With them each brought their most trusted as all of Cybertron celebrated. Those who were considered students or companions or children or lovers. Some were well-known enough to have their own tales. With Vector came his Conjunx and two brightest students Codexa, handmaiden to Scorpia and Vector's apprentice, and Alpha Trion, scribe and attendant tasked with recording with the events of history when Vector could not. Onyx, shy as always, brought his cupbearer Thunderhowl and hid in his gentle shadow. At Prima’s left and right hand were his two most trusted, Solomus the Judge and Halonix Maximus the Knight.

While they were distracted, the Torchbearers passed their prize to Scorpia who left to her own rooms, knowing Vector kept travelled with the key always.

Vector though was always clear eyed when focused and except for recent illness he never overlooked his beloved wife. He followed her sensing unease and found her going through his things.

He confronted her and Scorpia distressed told him the truth, some affliction caused by Unicron, and potential passed on by her people, was spreading and changing him. She told him how he forgot things and didn’t notice or how he grew lost sometimes and how his siblings changed. Vector listened silently and when she finished admitted he couldn’t remember such things or noticed anything wrong. When he tried to focus there was a fog, but he knew her and loved and trusted her above all others. If she said something was wrong he would believe her.

Vector gave her the key and they swore to always be honest with each other and he promised to refrain from using his powers until this affliction was repaired as she feared she’d lose him to time without her and if he used her she’d lose him to lost memories. Once the night grew most boisterous, Vector accompanied his wife to Vector Sigma to confer with Primua, whom all the Thirteen had agreed not to disturb unless things were dire.

Primus confirmed that Unicron had meddled and made Vector remember the strangeness of Quintus’s long absence conveying that something was wrong.

Primus shared visions on what they would need to both remove the virus from the Mini-Cons who Primus welcomed wholeheartedly as new children, sending waves of approval to the guilt-ridden Scorpia, and how to create a patch for the Virus in the Thirteen and others. They would need Solus’s genius, an untouched example of their coding, and a piece of Unicron’s Spark to build from.

The last of which would prove the most difficult to retrieve as during the war against Unicron, Megatronus had sent a great blow to Unicron’s Spark knocking out fragments but they were rare and scattered, creating the fiercest of monsters.

Vector and Scorpia left to find their compatriots and work towards the cure.

But unknown to them they had been seen.

Ooo so Micronus's side of the plan is working, and everyone's temporarily getting along again.

Also yes on Reforged instilling a connection between Rodimus and Solus in us. I still have only read a little bit of it, it's in my tabs I swear, but it only took a little bit of the fic to make me realize just how solid of a comparison it is. And, from what I have on the tfwiki in terms of personality for Solus, I'm pretty sure you're still right.

Ooo on them bringing close ones and companions too??? Yes???

Oh No, Vector caught Scorpia. Fuck.

ohhh, aww, vector.

YEP NOW IS THE TIME TO WAKE DADDY PRIMUS

So it's questing time? (I say as if they hadn't already been doing this)

Oh no

Unknown to them they had been seen.

Oh no

#maccadam #transformers #primus #the thirteen primes #unicron #others too #au #fan continuity

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homemadegirlbossbattle · 1 year

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ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 3

Julia Vancer (@aubadeempress / @aubadeatelier) vs. Heather Lucille Valentine (@derelictheretic)

Julia Vancer info:

Description: Standing at a whopping 5'8" on heels with bright orange hair and yellow-hazel eyes, Julia adorns herself with purple and red makeup and high-end dresses that hug her form and need to be accessorized with the best jewels and smoking device of choice (you know, to blow smoke at the protagonist's face)!

Julia Vancer is the former Deputy-Head of the Hunter Organization and the "widowed" wife of Lavb Cherlyle, the previous Head of the Hunter Organization that hunts after supernatural beings. Between the two, there are 4 children: (in order of eldest to youngest) Frey, Dieter, Rosolei, and Eris. By the time of the story, they're all adults in their 20s, but Julia's messed them all up in one way or another. At first glance, she is put together, noveau riche, affluent powerful woman who would harm others with the flick of a wrist or a whisper. But she is capable of taking things into her own hands, having been trained as a hunter with a strong emphasis on seals that have a variety of effects (from stopping movement to causing a shock-collar like effect to suppressing powers and more!). Whenever she says that she is doing something for the sake of her children and family, it's never quite at their permission nor their views in mind. Her will is true and final. Deep down, all of her behaviors come down to paranoia towards a shadowy boogeyman that has hunted down members of both House Cherlyle and House Vancer in times past. No one knows what they truly look like or what their motive is, but Julia's heavily determined to kill the boogeyman, even if that means harming the people she's supposedly trying to "protect".

Crimes:

All of them? Alright! Let's go! ♛ Married a guy just because his golden retriever energy was too strong, but eventually wants him out of her life (permanently) because he wouldn't let her do what she wants. ♛ Uses the blood and parts of supernatural beings for her skin care routine, makeup, and her seal-making pen (what she is holding in the image). ♛ When she was ousted from her position of Deputy-Head, she terrorized her and Lavb's kids. ♛ Pressured all four of her children to be high-achievers to the point of burn out, sickness, and harm. This woman is the CEO of 'Live Vicariously Through Your Children'. ♛ Got so angry when her husband confronted her, that she threw hot water from a kettle toward the direction of their kids-- instead of you know?? the person she was arguing with??? Or the best third option: don't throw hot water at anyone at all! (Dad shields all of the kids, don't worry, but this is where Julia really becomes unhinged) ♛ Did I say the kids were okay? Um… about that. Julia makes one 'disappear' by selling her out to a military organization to hone her into one of their experimented soldiers. She does survive this, but with irrevocable damage to both her health in all aspects. Her siblings look for her for several years in grief while handling pain of their own (courtesy of Julia). ♛ Forced her youngest daughter Eris to go through a medical procedure that undid a procedure done at her birth that was meant to ensure she didn't get her father's partly supernatural blood. Julia hates supernaturals, but she makes her exceptions. A main point about her character /is/ her contradictions. ♛ Also, placed suppression seals on said daughter + made her forget her memories of Julia's wrongdoings so she'd love her mom again (of course, this gap just gets filled with more horrible memories later on + Eris eventually regains her memories) ♛ Pulled strings during her daughter's high school Hunters Academy years to manipulate her into becoming the darling of the Hunters Organization cause and make her a teen heroine with her face plastered all over media. ♛ Threw aside her eldest son, Frey, when he lost his friends/teammates while hunting a highly dangerous supernatural that left him as the only survivor. ♛ She hates supernatural beings so much that she killed her husband for the ability to lead a highly-specialized organization that was meant to originally help with co-existence, only to turn it into a free-for-all, media-influenced, quota-based mess that churns out hunters with a bloodlust for supernatural beings of all kinds. ♛ The kicker? Some of her children are partly supernatural! Eris is part nymph and Frey is literally a werewolf, both from genetics. ♛ Extra kicker! Julia herself is supernatural. She talks about using 'seals' as her main weapon, but it's literally just magic-- she's a witch. A witch hunting witches and everything else. This woman is the epitome of "Only for me, but not for thee". ♛ Tried to marry her daughter off to a royal family of vampires just because she thought it would be nice to have 'royalty' in the family. Yes, she didn't care if it contradicts her. As long as it's for the benefit of her family (herself), she'll do it. ♛ Literally enlisted the help of an angel from heaven to mess with the woman she thought her husband was having an affair with by you know… putting that woman's very young son in a long-term stasis that puts him to slumber for a long while. ♛ Always tries to harm or assassinate the Magistrate, who also used to be friends with Lavb, because deep down she can't accept the potential that 1) her husband had female friends 2) that there ever was another option than her. ♛ Partly responsible for people ostracizing her younger sister who was a half-supernatural by spreading the information around the Hunters Academy without her permission. ♛ And MORE!

Other notes from the submitter: N/A

Heather Lucille Valentine info:

Description: Heather is a Far Cry 5 OC, she is a narcissistic, deceptive, femme fatale with a god complex who despite having a wonderful (albiet strict) cushy home life growing up and the ability to go to harvard and become a successful lawyer has decided everyone else is out to get her and every bad thing that happens is someone else fault. She manipulates everyone around her and has a facade of a sweet, eloquent woman with a kind heart while behind everyones backs she's pulling their strings and using them all to achieve her own goals (if they get hurt in the process, good, it's a life lesson). She joins a cult to get revenge on her ex lover and enemy #1 and in that cult she lies, cheats, steals, maims, psychologically and physically tortures people with glee. She's absolutely broken in the head by the end of her story and her only regret is not killing her ex when she had the chance.

Crimes: It began with tax evasion, falsifying court documents, destroying core evidence and ended with torture and murder.

Other notes from the submitter: She is the worstest, no remorse for her actions, she will let her pet python and tarantula bite people and gives them treats for doing so. She wants world chaos and destruction <3

#poll #oc poll #hmgbb

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cowboymater · 1 year

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i feel like i should justify the decision to expand haymitch’s family in my full-length fic of his games (16k words up now but it’ll be ~110k when i'm done)

in mockingjay, haymitch tells katniss that snow killed his mother, brother, and girl[friend] two weeks after his games. this feels like a pretty intentional parallel to katniss, who had her mother, prim, and gale as the people she was close to pre-games

and i understand making the parallel, esp when there’s only really a passing line abt his family, but i feel that a fleshed-out narrative (mine at least) is better served by enhancing the contrast between haymitch and katniss. let me explain:

haymitch goes into his games and wins them by embarrassing the capitol. his family is killed as punishment, and he descends into alcoholism to cope

snow doesn’t really have the option to kill katniss’s family, but if he had, i think it’s unlikely she would react the same way as haymitch. more probably she’d end up like johanna: angry, with nothing left to lose. when prim eventually dies she does shut down for a while, but we still see her get back up to assassinate coin

this is because, imo, katniss has a fairly dominant fight response. the gamemakers are ignoring her during her assessment? shoot at them. peeta says he likes her during his interview? lies, clearly, shove him into a large and breakable flowerpot. in mockingjay we see her butt heads with haymitch on this front, when she tears out the earpiece bc he’s telling her to retreat and she wants to take down the bomber jets

point: katniss had to develop this specific stress response because there was nobody there to take care of her, to fight the battles for her

haymitch, however, is very big on flight. he spent his entire games ignoring the mountain, the clear focal point of the arena, and getting as far from the action as he possibly could. he still fights when it comes down to it, but it’s never his first choice. after snow kills his family, he spends the next couple decades hiding at the bottom of a liquor bottle; while avoidance is understandable, remember that johanna suffers the same fate but goes down a very different path

haymitch (in my fic) still has to take on the role of provider as the eldest sibling and the only one eligible for tesserae. but w/ the additions there’s multiple parental figures to bear the load of raising his siblings, which serves as a buffer, and gives him the ability to practice avoidance instead of having to take initiative and confront everything head on

i feel that it makes a stronger contrast, at least for my purposes. katniss has no real support system when she goes into her games, and she gains one afterward (haymitch, cinna, peeta). expanding the abernathy family roster gives haymitch a support system that disappears after his games

i will be honest and say i do not remember my rationale for adding both a father and little sister, but for the grandmother i wanted to give him someone in his immediate life who had been alive before the games. haymitch displays a sort of defiance that nobody else really has the balls for, because to them the hunger games have been a thing forever. through his grandmother he's gained the perspective that yeah, this isn’t all-encompassing, the arena has to end Somewhere

it also hammers home one of my favorite things about the hunger games, which is the message of collective action and community. katniss might have been the face of the revolution, and her role is indispensable, but so is the role of everybody else. even just to make it out of the 74th games took a village: cinna crafted an image, peeta crafted a narrative, haymitch finagled sponsors. it’s because she gained this support system that she managed to accomplish what she did, in her games and still afterwards, and it’s because haymitch had his ripped away that he was lost for so long

because this is not a fix-it fic that means i now have to write a scene where they All get executed. which actually makes me a little nauseous to think abt. but them's the breaks ig

#et circenses ao3 #the hunger games #hunger games #haymitch abernathy #character analysis #ish #fic writing #ao3 writer

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pierrai · 3 months

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I absolutely adored your previous request!!! If possible, I'd like to request a continuation of that scenario with more in-depth details! I wodner whether Alastor actually has any feelings for his sibling or whether it's purely his possessiveness and manipulation flaring up...

Of course! Thank you for the request! I hope this will be a satisfying continuation for you ^^

Character: Alastor Catesby Word Count: 1872 Scenario: Alastor with a sibling he was close to in his childhood PT 2 Warnings: Incest

Alastor

Alastor's feelings towards you are nothing if not messy.

They're fuelled by a myriad of toxic emotions and even worse, actual affection.

If Al could simply detach himself from the deeper emotions he feels for you, then he likely wouldn't feel the need to keep you bound to him in the first place. It's a complicated mix of feelings that's definitely not aided by the fact that he can never quite be forthright with confronting them. As always, he just expects them to work themselves out, and expects you to somehow guess at how he's feeling well enough to please him.

The relationship between the two of you probably hasn't faired extremely well throughout the years. Al constantly titters on the edge of being disowned, and if not for Orion's efforts to placate your parents, and your (intended or unintended) distractions, he likely would've found himself on the streets by now. As you are the sibling that's always been closest to Al, and evidently not the eldest child of the family with as many burdens on your shoulders, it's you who has to deal with the barely hidden disapproval from your parents when Al's behaviour isn't corrected. He's your brother, not your child, so it hardly seems fair that you get blamed alongside him.

So when this bitterness predictably rises to the surface, threatening the convenient relationship Al is perfectly content with, he doesn’t exactly react well. It was exactly that that led him to take more drastic measures in forcing you to stay with him. When his attempts at ignoring your complaints don’t work (you’ve always chastised him in one way another, but so has his whole family, and you always fold to him eventually and let him do as he pleases) he realises he needs to do more to keep you under his thumb. He hates when things don’t go his way, but this is an issue he’s entirely certain he can solve with his usual tactics. Even if he is your brother.

The slope down into degeneracy of sleeping with your own brother was slow at first. The first time it'd happened, you'd felt awful for weeks afterwards. Your parents had always instilled noble ideals into you, and that included chastity. It was something you and all your siblings (apart from Alastor) had followed into your teenage years, never to be tempted by something so filthy and unbecoming. Sex was for procreation only, and only with a marriage partner, so what would you dear and noble parents think if they knew that your first time had been not with your lawfully wedded spouse, but your own brother.

It had been a mess of coercion, lust and alcohol. Enough alcohol that you can say you weren't entirely in control of your actions, but clearly not enough to forget how they'd felt at the time nor stop yourself from going along with them. Al had encouraged you to drink more and more all evening, switching between numerous topics—namely, family, work, your responsibilities—to tempt you to take more and more sips of the whiskey he'd provided. Life sure was stressful as of late, wasn't it?

He'd enjoyed watching you become more and more tipsy as the evening progressed, then mildly inebriated, then just flat out drunk. He'd been drinking too, but clearly he could hold his liquor more than you, having far more practise. Drinking around Al of all people never seemed like a good idea considering how mischievous he was, but it was an activity you did often (often meaning it was almost always at Al's insistence) and so that night, much to his pleasure, you’d not refused when he visited your chambers with a bottle and two glasses in hand, eager to spend the evening with you. Even if you’d been angry at him as of late, you’d still given him your company. So nice of you.

Only when Al started cosying up to you did things become suddenly awkward. You told him so. This was uncomfortable—does he have to sit so close? There's plenty of room for him to not be practically sat on your lap. He brushed it off by laughing at you. Stop being such a prude all the time. The way his hands were touching you, the way his body pressed against yours... his actions were purposefully subtle, that way he could and would blame you for what proceeded to happen after the fact, but they were just enough that they gleamed a reaction out of you anyway. An uncomfortable reaction he could tell you didn’t exactly want, yet neither could you deny.

He insisted this wasn't something you had to be ashamed of. No, this was just your body's natural reaction to such stimulus. Why deny how you feel? You must be so worked up... Al offered to oh-so-benevolently relieve you of your stress and before you could even think to refuse, he was already—quite literally—taking matters into his own hands. One thing led to another, and you were being swept along in his touch, his mouth, his body. He didn't leave you much choice in the matter, groping and touching and staking his claim over you. It was like he was trying to devour you whole.

Yet, as soon as you reciprocated in the slightest, he all but bowed to your will. He'd worked you up till this point, building up this tension little by little, until he knew you were in too deep to go back. He prefers taking control, but just this once, he’d let you do whatever you wanted to him. You could take him however you wanted. It was your first time after all, shouldn’t it be enjoyable for you? Demeaning himself and letting others take control wasn’t something he was unfamiliar with, and though he usually looked down on partners of his that pathetically wanted to dominate him (as if they actually had any power over him) with you, his amusement was more akin to excitement. He revelled in the way you crumbled at his touch and took control. This was an achievement. Getting you to want him.

He wondered if you’d even remember everything you did when you woke up the next morning. He wasn’t nearly as drunk as you were, so he could remember every moment, and as fun as it would be to exaggerate the truth of what happened, make you seem more of a degenerate than you actually were, more than that, he wished you’d just remember the true events for yourself. Truth be told, the night you spent together was the most fun he’d had sleeping around in a while. He wanted to share that with you.

Regardless of whether your memory was hazy or not, Al purposefully slept in that morning to ensure that the first thing you’d see when you woke up was him naked, lying right beside you in your own bed, sleeping cosily as if he had no troubles at all.

You distanced yourself after that, and even though that dissatisfied Al, he knew why. It didn’t really matter to him. He knew he could get you back. He knew despite your loyalty to your parents, not even your guilt could bring you to admit what you had done to them. Al simply has a way with both his actions and his words that keeps you stuck with him. He's addicting, purposefully so, reigning you in just enough that cutting him off will feel cruel. You don’t need to feel bad about what you did. He was fine with it—he enjoyed it!

He’s going to wear you down, ignoring your guilt and shame and disgust so he can tempt you more and make you accept that this is simply how things are now. It doesn’t matter what you do, you’ve tasted him once, you’ll do so again.

He'll keep you hooked to him and his body, forcing physical intimacy upon you when you dare to bring too much attention to his problematic behaviour, or invoking the sibling bond you have when he needs you to be close to him emotionally.

He doesn't want to hear about how what he's doing is wrong. You enjoy it anyway, don't you? He knows what he's doing. He has enough experience to see you're enjoying yourself. You've probably always been this messed up, haven't you? Why not just keep going? Unfortunately for you, he is good at what he does, no matter what position he takes during your nights together after the first, and resisting isn't so easy.

And for the most part, that position is one of dominance. He loves having control over you and getting you to submit to him. He loves that you simply need him. You can’t go without him. He wants you to know that too. Wants you to know how much you love this, love him, love when he pleases you like this. Being forced into submission is probably the only way he could engage in less than savoury activities with you anyway with how guilty you acted about the whole thing. Better he be the one to guide you—to dominate you.

Only after you’ve gotten used to your new ‘sibling activities’ will he finally let you take control of him. When you finally get too caught up and reciprocate too eagerly, actively wanting more of what he’s offering, will he once again let you do as you please. It comes as a surprise to Al that he doesn’t entirely mind this. Someone like him who loves his high horse of control and dominance, he was simply fine with you taking the reins instead of him. He even enjoyed it.

He won’t admit it—he can’t—but as much as he’s gotten you to rely on him, trapping you in a cycle of guilt, grief and comfort, he relies on you far more than he’d like. Why was it that he craved affection from you? He loved raw lust and want, but he wanted, even if just occasionally, something gentle from you.

The nights you spend together feel less like fucking and more like love-making at times. Al is a selfish man after no one’s satisfaction but his own, but during those times, he finds himself wanting to please you even if there’s no need, just so he can see the face you’ll make when he does something right. All he can do is tell himself that it makes him feel good too to see you so smitten with him.

Your relationship is completely imperfect, complicated and messy. It has its constant ups and downs with your difference in morals and the naturally immoral nature of your relationship. Family drama never helps either, of course.

Al wants to use you like he uses others, keep you by his side as a constant just so you can be at his disposal whenever he needs whilst he’s still free to have whoever else he wants on the side, but it’s frustratingly difficult to have things that way. To him, there was no need to think of you as anything more than a sibling that he owns, and one that he just so happened to be sleeping with to control. It was a drastic measure, that was all. There’s no need to think of you as anything more—no need to want anything more from you than what he already had. No need at all.

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