#and in checking in on me they reveal a little bit more about peoples responses to the situation

[remember-the-fanfics]

An asked 'I feel like if Adam met the gen Z overlord before he came to the hotel they talk circles around him.'

But it came out as their first interaction, they still roasting Adam when they can.

Set in the first episode

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"Ah yes, the first man. The reason I had to live my life and have responsibilities. So wonderful." Said (Y/n), after Adam revealed who he actually was..

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking too? I'm the dickmaster!" Adam said finally noticing (Y/n)'s presence in the room.

"Well being the first man, you really had nothing else to compare it to." They told him with a smile.

"This is (Y/n), they came with me because-."

"I don't trust any of you so I'm making sure Charlie stays safe." (Y/n) finished the sentence not wanting Charlie to soften any words with the Angels.

"No sinner should be here, I should end you for even setting a foot in here." Said Lute, glaring and getting close to (Y/n), who just glared back while getting up from their chair.

"Test me, bit-." Getting interrupted by Charlie pulling them back into their chair. (Y/n) looked at Charlie with a upset glare but settled back down while Lute returned back to Adam's side.

"I want to discuss biggest problem." Said Charlie, trying to get back on track on why she was here.

"Oh herpes. Yeah, that's a bitch." Adam replied.

"Seems to be a you problem." Said (Y/n), seeming already done with Adam.

"No! Our... other biggest problem."

"Ugly people? Math? Global Warming? No wait, that's earth problem." Said Adam, earning a deadpan look from Charlie, who (Y/n) patted on the back.

"You can't change stupid, Charlie. No matter how you try." They whispered to Charlie. "But hey maybe he isn't a complete moron."

Which (Y/n) completely took back after tuning in to Adam being on a different topic now. Being sexist and boasting his own masculinity.

"Do you cope by being a complete ass?" They said, Adam completely ignoring (Y/n) went on.

"-expects you to pay the check but you're like 'Hey, I thought you wanted equality."

"I'm gonna kill him." Said (Y/n), looking at Charlie.

"No! Our shared problem of overpopulation in Hell!" Charlie finally said before (Y/n) could try and kill him.

"Ohh, well that's not a problem! We got that covered." Adam said before turning to Lute. "Lute, how many demons did you kill this year?"

"A good 275 this year, sir."

"275? Woah, badass! Awesome job, danger tits! Pound it." Adam said putting his hand up for a fist bump which Lute did.

"That's not good! They aren't your people to kill!" Said (Y/n), upset with how casual the two seem to be about it. "They are Charlie's people, me including."

"Well that must suck for you." Said Adam before laughing, making (Y/n) pissed. But Charlie jumped in before they could get any more heated about it.

"But these are souls...Humans souls just the same as the ones you have up in heaven." Said Charlie, getting (Y/n) to sit back down.

"They're not the same. They had their chance and they earned damnation." Lute coldly said before looking at (Y/n). "Like you."

"Oooo, so scary." Said (Y/n), flipping Lute off.

"You're wrong. Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes." Said Charlie.

"Angels don't make mistakes."

"You really believe that?" Said Charlie and (Y/n).

"I know that."

"Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fucking life." Said Adam.

"Didn't you get kicked out of the Garden?" (Y/n) asked him.

"That was one tim-."

"And apparently had your first wife leave you."

"Low blow, tiny." Adam said before Lute walk around the table to where Charlie and (Y/n) was seated.

"The only reason you're still here is because daddy gave you and your hellborn kind a pardon from an exorcist blade. How does that feel, to know how little you matter?" Lute said, taunting Charlie.

"Bitch, he probably did that because he cares about her." Said (Y/n), glaring at Lute. "So go fuck yourself with a chainsaw."

"Nothing is stopping me from killing you now, sinner." Lute said, getting close to (Y/n)'s face for to long before moving on.

"Opps, almost out of time. Guess we should get into it." Said Adam.

"Oh fuck!" Said Charlie, getting her presentation ready. "Okay I've got a lot to get through and not a lot of time and I feel like you weren't hearing me before so here it goes."

-I ain't typing a whole ass song-

"-Ugh, Shit!" Said Charlie, after (Y/n) and her got pushed out of the room.

"Mother- trucker!" Yelled (Y/n), not wanting motherfucker and Adam in the same sentence or thought. "Dude that hurt like a buttcheck on a stick." They said getting off the floor and helping Charlie up.

"Are you okay? You weren't treated kindly in there." Asked Charlie.

"It's fine, I knew what I was walking into when I came with you." Said (Y/n), shrugging.

"I'm sorry you got dragged here for nothing." Charlie said before getting a side hug from (Y/n).

"You got nothing to apologize for. I knew from the dipshit's face from the start it would be a long shot if he is in charge."

"Thank you, (Y/n)."

"Soo.. 6 months, huh? I have to go back to my territory to get ahead start with that but I'll meet you at the hotel afterwards, okay?"

"Alright, see you then!"

"Byyyyeee~" With that (Y/n) took off to their territory.

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"(Y/n)... where have I heard that name before?"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #platonic hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #charlie morningstar #hazbin lute #hazbin Adam #makes me want to write a fic #but then again so much typing would be needed #genz reader

[oops-ibrokereality]

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#really need my boss to stop asking me if im ok and talking to me about the situation #thats the worst bit about being home is im in a place where everyone knows what happened #and in checking in on me they reveal a little bit more about peoples responses to the situation #and ofc their never good responses #really wishing that family names didnt carry in small towns #and even if people dont know how closely im related #all it takes is a glance at my name to know i was related to him #like fuck #please dont talk to me about this shit #i don't want to know your opinions #and i dont want to have to think about it at all actually thanks #fucking hell man this shit isn't getting easier as time goes on #its just more sides of the problem keep revealing themselves #honestly considering moving back to uni early #just to not have to be in the town #b's ramblings #just vage posting in the tags about the shit in my life as usual lol #I'll delete this in a little bit

[jules-loves-lukecastellan]

| luke castellan x fem! coquette! girly! aphrodite’s daughter! reader

౨ৎ warnings ౨ৎ: lol nothing all fluff <3

౨ৎ summary ౨ৎ: [reader] asks luke to do the coquette bow trend from tiktok (they have phones in this fic <3)

“Bows make everything cuter! Well, besides you, you’re already too cute.”

the sun was seeping it’s way through the pink, silk curtains of the aphrodite cabin. you groaned and turned over, the sun getting in your eyes. as you gave up on trying to go back to sleep, you reached over to your light pink bedside table and reached for your phone. you unplugged it from the charger and started checking all your notifications from last night, earlier this morning, etc.

you decided to scroll on tiktok for a little bit before getting out of bed to start your day. as your were scrolling, you came across a girl tying a pink ribbon on her boyfriend’s bicep. ”i have to do this with luke.” smiling at the thought.

a few minutes later, you thought it was time to start the day and you threw the white silk sheets off you and you put your uggs on and walked to the cabin bathroom (let’s just pretend each cabin has their own bathroom <3). you put your light pink camp half blood t-shirt and a denim skirt (let’s also pretend each cabin has their own camp half blood shirts that’s based off of their parent’s color like pink for aphrodite, and orange for hermes). your hair and skin already looked amazing, perks of being one of aphrodite’s favorite daughters. all you had to do was add some light makeup and brush your teeth.

when you exited the bathroom, everyone else was pretty much awake and making their beds. as you walked across the cabin, exiting, you heard multiple “good morning y/n’s” when you were making your way across the luxurious cabin of aphrodite. you took off your uggs and put on heels that matched your outfit perfectly.

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you exited your cabin, sunshine hitting your soft skin instantly. you were walking to breakfast, being stopped by many people because they would start talking to you or would ask your opinion on something, you were one of the most loved people in all of camp after all. when you finally made it to breakfast, you got your food, and started looking for luke.

every morning, you, luke, percy, grover, annabeth, chris, and clarisse would all eat together, despite mr. d and chiron getting cross at you. when you saw the back of luke’s head, you walked over and put your tray down next to him. “hey guys! how’s everyone doing on this fine july morning?” you asked with a bright smile on your face. luke put his arm around your shoulder as everyone said their responses, including him. they all consisted of “tired, good, okay, etc”.

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after breakfast, you and luke went back to your cabin because you had a little bit of time until you both needed to do your own duties. you two were both sitting on your light pink bed, with silky white sheets. “all i’m saying is, it wouldn’t be horrible if you lived in hermes with me!” luke said, holding both your hands and smiling. “for the last time babe, chiron knows we’re dating!” you said while playfully rolling your eyes. as both your eyes met again, you got reminded of something.

“oh wait!” you exclaimed picking up your phone and opening the tiktok app and going to your saved. you find the same bow video from this morning and you show it to luke. his face contorts into a confused expression. “what are you showing me, sunshine?” then he saw the bow and bicep. he was just about to express how no way in hell he would ever do that but then he looked into your eyes and how happy they were :((

he rolled his eyes and said sure. you excitedly pulled out your pink ribbon and rolled his sleeve up, revealing his muscled bicep. you cut off a long piece of the satin material and wrapped it around your boyfriend’s bicep, tying a cute little bow. “see how much more adorable you look!” you gushed kissing his cheeks. you took a 0.5 of both of you, you kissing his cheek and him just smiling, showing off the bow.

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౨ৎ a/n ౨ৎ: so like hey lol. sorry this one kinda sucks, im trying to get back into things. also…SORRY IVE BEEN ABSENT FOR SO LONG!!! school and mental health have really been getting to me and i needed to be my best outside of here, to be my best inside. hopefully i’ll be back now!! love ya!

-jules🎀

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#charlie bushnell #lukecastellan #percyjackson #child of hermes #hermes #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show

[rassvetsky]

Loverboy

jake "hangman" seresin x fem!reader

"Jakey, just have fun for me," your whine brought out a lovesick smile on his lips. "You can't call me every fifteen minutes and actually expect to enjoy your night out."

[1.1k] | incredibly lovesick jake seresin alert, idk what this is im not even sober, am i ever not drunk, anyway alcohol consumption, javy's bromance w/ jake, just fluff actually he's so cute i'm forever gonna stick up for the loverboy jake agenda

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

With his back against the outer wall of the bar, Jake couldn't contain the smile on his lips while tapping away on his phone to find your name.

He had no idea how and when it happened exactly, this excruciating amount of pull that you had on him— which had him twirling his imaginary long hair and kicking his feet often after any moment spent with you or as a very natural response to a very casual text you sent, when nobody was around to see.

He was happy to be living up to the nickname you gave him long ago, when that too-good-to-be-true exterior cracked and cracked until he finally revealed his true nature; a loverboy.

Your line dialed for the fifth time as he held his phone up to his ear, the music still pretty much hearable even through the wall. Javy was inside waiting for him, and honestly was quite surprised that Jake would down the rest of his second drink and walk out right away because "I gotta tell my girl about this, she's gonna laugh so hard" but it was the new normal for a long while now, wasn't it?

You finally picked up, a bit later than usual since you said that you'd just be at home— catching up with work and stuff which Jake didn't really listen to the details of, and you couldn't exactly blame him for that. "Hello?"

"Hey, babe." his giddy tone could be felt through the line. "Jus' wanted to check up on you. What are you doing?"

"Ah," you chuckled. "Still working, honey. Same as you left me."

All you could hear was a hum of understanding before he released a deep sigh, leaning further on the wall. "Wish you were here with me, honestly. Javy's such a fucking idiot— can't wait to tell you all 'bout it."

"Jakey, just have fun for me," your whine brought out a lovesick smile on his lips. "You can't call me every fifteen minutes and actually expect to enjoy your night out."

"But I enjoy things a lot more when you're doing it with me."

"Machado's gonna hate me if you keep this shit up, y'know that?" he recognized your teasing tone immediately, huffing out a snicker. "He's still hurt that you wouldn't spend 'Bromance Day' with him."

"Well, his 'Bromance Day' just so happened to be February fourteenth, he should've managed his expectations. I was free on the thirteenth. Not the fifteenth because my girlfriend is an insatiable little—"

"Hey, shut it," you laughed, and he knew you well enough to know that you were shaking your head now, even if he couldn't see. "You should stop grumbling about one of the few people that actually endures your annoying ass, work on your time management and get back to the bar, alright?"

"Right," he took a deep breath again, not even aware that he was holding it— perhaps he was afraid of missing even the tiniest details of your voice, unhappy with the lack of justice the static of the line did to it. "I'm gonna wreck that dart board for you, baby."

When Jake came back home that night, a little bit later than he said he would, but in his defense, you did tell him to have fun. Probably reeking of alcohol and sweat, he figured in his tipsy state that you must be asleep by now, and made sure to be extra quiet while shuffling out of his jacket and setting his keys down by the shoe rack. He tiptoed his way over to the bathroom then, and ran himself a cold shower— mostly to get rid of the scent, and to perhaps go to bed with a clearer head but he was sloppy nonetheless, and a shower without singing wasn't really a good shower.

He still sang some of his favorite songs very quietly though.

But when he walked into your shared room with a warm robe around his body, he didn't expect you to… not be there. It was late. You sure would've left what you were doing to run to his side the second he came back if you were awake, right?

Looking around the room in confusion as if you'd magically appear from behind the curtain and scare him shitless, he took a sharp breath and walked towards the small study you had— a comfortable, quiet space to work on stuff or to just think, and his prediction proved itself to be right because you were right there, arms crossed on top of the desk with your head resting on them, eyes closed, computer still open with whatever you were busy with doing on the screen.

God, he was smiling like an idiot.

"My busy bee…" he whispered to himself, before carefully approaching your desk— making sure to save all your work before putting the computer on sleep mode just in case. With one arm leaning against the desk, he then looked down at your sleeping figure, looking so content despite the awkward position— and he couldn't help the quiet chuckle that left his lips. "Should I wake you or potentially startle you while trying to carry you to bed?"

You didn't even stir.

"You're gonna be the death of me one day." he complained, but tried out a couple of different arm positions that he could potentially use to carry you— with no luck. That's when you finally let out a yawn though, mumbling out his name before slowly pushing yourself off the desk. "I'm sorry— I couldn't figure out how to pick you up. It's easier when you're on the couch—" but then you just wrapped your arms around his neck, getting in a better position for him to pick you up.

Too sleepy to do anything else. Jake felt his heart doing Olympic backflips.

With a secure grip by your waist and the back of your knees, he carefully picked you up from where you were seated, smiling to himself when he felt your lips by his neck, and then a tired murmur. "M'sorry. Wanted to stay awake for you but— work's boring."

He chuckled at that, a soft noise that brought a smile to your lips when your back finally met the cold mattress. "You should've just gone to bed, sweetheart. Your back will kill you if you keep that up."

"It's fine," you replied, only then opening your eyes to see him sitting by the edge of the bed, his warm palm covering your knee with a compassionate smile on his lips. "Bed's cold. You gotta warm me up or else I might actually die—"

"God, such a baby," his tease was followed by a chuckle as he slightly pushed you over to get to his side, quickly wrapping the both of you with a blanket before undoing the belt of his robe, just so the knot wouldn't bother you when he pulled you closer to his chest. "Go right back to sleep, honey. I got you."

And you were content on doing exactly what he told you to do, except, he didn't do the same— but instead, decided to take a good look at your serene expression and sigh to himself, nothing but whispers leaving his lips as he admired you. "I love you so bad, it's not even funny anymore."

a/n: guess which songs jake were singing in the shower. my playlist is very dry lately and im going to steal your guesses shamelessly and then remember you fondly 3 years later when i stumble upon that song again and then we're gonna fall in love and—

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake 'hangman' seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick hangman #top gun hangman #hangman x reader #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x you

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 12

My job ended so now I'm only part time employed. And I'm on vacation! So you get this chapter early in the day because I have plans later tonight. I think I'll have something to post next week, but I'm not sure. I'll be pretty busy this week, but the people I'm staying with do have work and school and stuff, so I should have time while they're doing that. Idk.

Story Summary: Danny was invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet Jazz's boyfriend and his family for the first time. He worked hard to make sure no ghost business would interrupt the evening. But when he arrived, all he could focus on was the ghost of the dead Robin that seemed to haunt Jason. Looks like he was breaking his promise.

First, Previous

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Danny just blinked at him in confusion. “Who else was there? My accident is what activated the portal and started letting ghosts through. My fault, my responsibility. And since I became half ghost, I had the powers necessary to fix it. My parents were incompetent at best. I just did what had to be done. ”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “If your parents were so incompetent, who trained you? Who helped you?”

“I mean, at first it was just Sam, Tucker, and I. They were present for my accident and helped me figure out my powers. Jazz figured it out a few months later and covered for me until she eventually revealed she already knew and then started helping more actively. And eventually I made a bunch of allies in the Realms and they started teaching me. I’m learning sword fighting from the Fright Knight and Pandora, diplomacy from Queen Dorathea, medicine from my doctor, and so many more things. It’s why I’m not worried about getting a GED. I’m so swamped with lessons and responsibilities that I just don’t have the time right now. Even if my grandfather is the master of time.”

Surprisingly, it was Alfred who asked the next question. “Do you ever have time to rest?”

Danny grinned. “Absolutely. When it all gets to be too much, I call up my partners or little sister and run away for a bit. My council then pretends I’m harder to find than I am. Or I’ll fight them off if I’m not ready to go back yet. I won my title through trial of combat, after all. No one can beat me.”

Jazz pouted at him. “You could call me up more often for those escapades, you know.”

Danny laughed. “Call up Ms. Responsibility to help me shirk? Nah, you’re where I go when I need to focus and can’t do it anymore.”

She smiled at him. “I suppose I can settle for that.”

Damian tilted his head. “We have conducted extensive background checks on Jasmine after her relationship with Todd became known. You do not have a younger sister.”

“I do,” said Danny. “Her name is Dani-with-an-i and she’s either two years younger than me or fourteen depending on how you look at it.”

“You’ve been cloned?” Tim was staring at him, so shocked he’d even stopped typing.

“Dani doesn’t like being called my clone. She’s my sister and her own person.”

Tim shook his head. “No, sorry, I said that wrong. My best friend is a clone. Superboy.”

“Oh!” Danny grinned. “I get it. Dani would love an introduction if you think he’d be interested. Superboy was also created by a creepy billionaire who was obsessed with his template, right? They’d have so much in common.”

“Wait,” said Jason. “Vlad Masters actually cloned you? He’s not just some creepy rich dude but legit mad scientist?”

Jazz shrugged. “Supervillain more like. But we’ve got it mostly under control. Bruce, if he tries to set up a meeting with you between Wayne Enterprises and VladCo, let me know? He likes to overshadow his competitors and make them sign over their companies. It’s how he became mayor in Amity. But he won’t do anything if Danny or I are there.”

“Overshadow?” asked Bruce.

“Possession,” Tim answered for Danny. “Apparently it’s a basic ghost power.”

Bruce closed his eyes. “Of course it is.” Looking to Danny, he asked, “What else are basic ghost powers?”

“As I demonstrated earlier, flight—well, it’s more gravity nullification, but semantics—invisibility, intangibility. Then there’s ectoblasts—” he formed one in his hands and tossed it from hand to hand “—overshadowing. Um… and most ghosts have at least one extra power directly tied to their obsession. Like, Boxy, er ,the Box Ghost, has control over cardboard boxes. Lunch Lady has control over food. Things like that.” With a wave of his hands, he dissipated the ectoblast.

“And Vlad Masters has used these powers to win an election and steal other’s companies.”

“He also has the power of duplication. I’m working on it, but can only maintain two duplicates at a time and it takes a ton of concentration. Vlad can maintain dozens if not hundreds at once. And each duplicate can overshadow someone. It’s why he’s such a pain to fight.”

Jason raised his hand. “I’m sorry, can you back up for a sec. How long has Vlad had these powers?”

Jazz shrugged. “Since his university days with Jack and Maddie. There was an accident and Vlad got ghost powers like Danny.”

“Uh-huh.” Jason’s voice was tight and a slow spread of anger was filling the room. “And you first met him when you were a kid, right?”

“Yeah,” said Danny. “It was a few months after my accident, so I was fourteen.”

“Did he, a grown-ass man, start fighting you, a kid right from the beginning?”

“Look, it’s fine. He’s a fruitloop. I know that. He wanted to kill my dad and marry my mom and play father-son with me from the moment we met. And yeah, the fights were hard when I was a kid. But I’m way stronger than him now. He’s just got that one trick that is a bitch to account for. I’m fine. Have been fine. And now I’m old enough and disowned so my parents can’t even force me to spend time with him anymore.”

Robin face palmed at his last words and Danny threw his hands up in the air.

“What did I say this time? I���m fine!”

Bruce frowned. “I’m sorry the adults in your life have failed you so badly. I know you said you are receiving training from other mentors, but I do have extensive experience fighting with and against metas and will share my methods with you. Both you and your sister, excuse me, sisters are welcome here any time and I’ll make sure we have some rooms set aside for you anytime you’re on Earth and in New Jersey.”

Damian jumped to his feet, “Father!”

But before he could say more than that, Dick had rushed to his side and slapped a hand over his mouth and began whispering in his ear. Steph moved seats so the two brothers could sit next to each other.

Robin was grinning and pumping his fists in the air. He sent out welcome, family vibes towards Danny.

Emotions that were echoed by Jason who added a protect layer to them.

Duke let out a whoop. "I won't be the only meta around! Promise me you'll come by a lot."

Danny shook his head, but couldn’t stop the smile. “So, you’ve decided I’m not a threat, then?”

“Hn. It seems like you were a child, put into an impossible situation, failed by all the adults who should’ve protected you, and that you excelled anyway.”

Jason pointed his fork at Danny. “But don’t let him put you at ease. He will figure out ways to neutralize you if you end up going evil or get mind controlled. He does it to everyone, even Superman and Superman is his best friend.”

At that, Danny couldn’t help but laugh. “Good!”

Pulses of surprise came from both Robin and Jason.

“Look, I’ve faced both an evil future version of me and have had to deal with mind control.” He looked to Bruce and, serious now, said, “As soon as the Anti-Ecto Acts are repealed and the Guys in White disbanded, I will help you write those plans myself.”

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Next

The family is finally warming up to Danny and at least some of them want to bring them in! Damian is the least happy about it.

Tag List Part 1

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#dpxdc #ghost!robin #my writing #no one is happy with each reveal of danny's #but he's just like #'this is my life' #'why so concerned?' #he's glad to know there might be someone earthside to help if he becomes dan again #the ghosts have their own plans

[guilty-pleasures21]

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

6. I can't remember what this was called. It didn't save 😒.

Part 1 - the intern

Part 2 - the sleeves

Warnings: brief description of sex (p in v).

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Her intern ran over to her table and hopped into the seat across from her, her eyes wide with terror. X flashed her a questioning look over her laptop.

“Miguel asked to see me in his office,” Reena revealed, prompting X’s expression to rearrange into one of amusement.

“Yeah,” she replied obviously. “You need to have your final debriefing or whatever, right?”

“Oh! Yeah, right,” she replied, calming down a little. Then she started panicking again. “But what if he tells me I did a horrible job?!”

X snickered and closed her laptop so she could give Reena her full attention.

“You’ve done good!” she reassured her calmly. “I think you’ve improved so much since you first joined. Do you feel like you’ve learned a lot?”

“Yeah! Definitely!” Reena agreed quickly, her apprehension melting into delight. “I feel so much more confident in the lab than when I first started.”

X grinned as she opened her laptop again. “That’s great! What time are you meeting Miguel?”

“In …” Reena checked the time on her phone and her eyes widened in horror again. “Oh my god! Five minutes! See you later! Bye!” She rushed off to Miguel’s office and X chuckled before getting back to her work.

X snapped her laptop shut and strolled over to the pantry, deciding that it was time for a coffee break. She grabbed a glass and scooped a few spoonfuls of sugar into it before placing it under the coffee machine. She folded her arms across her chest as she waited for the machine to pour out the caffeinated liquid, then startled when she felt a hand slide across her lower back.

He felt his chest warm when he saw the smile already stretched across her lips as she turned around to face him. X fluttered her eyelashes up at him playfully and Miguel bit down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning down at her.

“Yes, boss?” she asked, purposefully drawing out the word in the way she knew drove him crazy. Her stomach gave a flip as the familiar citrus smell of him wrapped around her senses and her eyes flickered around the hall to make sure no one was paying any special attention to them. But it was Miguel, of course people were paying attention to him. Miguel followed her gaze and glanced at the groups of interns whispering and giggling to each other as they watched the interaction between him and his little RA. He rolled his eyes and took a step back from her, putting a more appropriate amount of distance between them.

“I asked your intern about you; about how you’ve been as a mentor,” he revealed, the corners of his lips twitching in anticipation of her reaction. X’s eyes widened in excitement and Miguel pressed his lips together to stop himself from smiling. Mierda, she was cute.

“And?” she pushed when he didn’t continue. Miguel shrugged, keeping a disinterested expression on his face.

“I can’t share that information with you, arañita: it’s confidential.” X’s brows furrowed in irritation at his vague response.

“But then how am I supposed to know how to improve?” she pointed out, her lips twisting down at the corners as she looked up at him. Miguel shook his head, refusing to give in to her.

“I guess you’re just going to have to ask her yourself,” he suggested. X huffed and turned back around to her coffee.

“Ugh, you’re such a bully sometimes,” she chided him, knowing she wouldn’t be getting any answers out of him anytime soon. Miguel grinned and followed behind her as she moved her glass to the table and began mixing the contents with a spoon.

“That’s no way to talk to your boss,” he teased her, his warm breath tickling her neck as he leaned over her. X clenched her muscles to stop herself from shivering at the low, smooth sound of his voice. Miguel chuckled at her refusal to respond, then took a step away from her. “See you later, arañita.”

“We’ll see about that,” X scoffed, keeping her voice low so he wouldn’t be able to hear. But he managed to pick up on her words just as he was turning to leave. Miguel paused and swivelled back around to face her, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against the table beside her.

“What was that?”

X swallowed hard at the challenging look on his face and the way the muscles in his arms shifted beneath his shirt as he crossed them. He was so frustratingly hot, it made it almost impossible for her to focus on her thoughts sometimes. “I said I’ll see you later, Dr O’Hara?”

Miguel grinned at the sudden softness in her demeanour - he’d definitely be teaching her a lesson tonight. “That’s what I thought you said.”

Her boss pinched her side and X wrinkled her nose at him in annoyance. Then she picked up her coffee and returned to her desk.

“Did Miguel ask you about me?!” X hissed as she slid into the seat across from her intern. “Like, how I’ve been as a mentor? Have I done okay?”

Reena raised an eyebrow at the nervous look on X's face. “What? Yeah! You’ve been great! I think you were just really nervous in the beginning, that’s all.”

“Oh, thank god,” X sighed in relief. She’d always been pretty insecure in herself, but she’d started gaining a lot of confidence since she and Miguel had begun their relationship. Of course it helped that her boyfriend was super hot and had chosen her out of everyone. But aside from the compliments and little touches he’d always shower upon her, it was the way he looked at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice that made her heart flutter more than anything: dilated pupils, heavy eyelids, lips turned up ever so gently at the corners. He looked … grateful. Like it was a blessing to be able to spend time with her everyday.

“Why?” Reena asked, amused by X’s exaggerated displays of emotion - she could be so funny without even meaning to. “What did he say?” X frowned.

“He wouldn’t tell me. He told me that he asked you and then when I asked him what you said, he was all like,” she dropped her voice lower in an attempt to imitate him, “‘I can’t tell you that information, it’s classified.’”

X folded her arms across her chest and scoffed at the memory of their interaction. “He’s so mean sometimes.”

Reena grinned at the annoyed look on X’s face. “You guys are so cute together.”

“What?” X’s eyes widened at the declaration and her cheeks heated up with discomfort: she couldn’t possibly know about their relationship! Could she? No, she would have said something otherwise. X shook her head quickly, refuting the statement. “No we’re not! So, anyway, are you all done in lab?”

Thankfully, Reena took the bait and turned her attention to the list of experiments she’d compiled on her laptop. X released the breath she’d been holding and forced herself to focus on her intern’s words.

Miguel held onto the bed frame with one hand as he arched X’s back with the other.

“Ay, p*tas, mi angelita (Ah, f*ck, my little angel),” he groaned as he rocked his hips against hers. X whimpered and moaned as he slid his cock in and out of her, his large bulk filling her up entirely. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she reached her climax and he groaned again at the feeling of her p*ssy clenching around his dick. His body tensed as he approached his edge as well, then he relaxed his muscles as he came inside of her, his c*m spilling into her uterus and painting her walls white. Miguel sighed and lowered himself on top of her when he was done, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Sientes muy bien, mi arañita. (You feel so good, my little spider.)”

“Mmm, not as good as you,” X moaned, scrunching the soft strands of his hair between her fingers. Miguel chuckled and nipped at her earlobe before rolling over to lie beside her. X turned to face him, her expression suspiciously innocent as she began tracing the outlines of his chest with her finger. “So? What did she say?”

“Hmm?” Miguel turned to face his adorable little girlfriend, shooting her a confused look despite knowing exactly who she was talking about. “What did who say?” X huffed in irritation and Miguel felt his lips curl at the ends in response.

“Reena!” she exclaimed, pushing herself up to her elbow so she could glare down at him. Miguel ran his fingers down her back, stroking her soft skin gently.

“Oh. That,” he sighed, tugging her back to him. X settled in his arms again and Miguel dragged his fingernails along her spine. “She said you were terrible. Always bullying her and telling her that everything she did was wrong.”

“What the heck?!” X screeched in outrage, shooting up to a seat. She looked so pretty with her rosy lips twisted into a frown like that. “No way! She said I was good! I just needed to be more confident in myself!”

Miguel raised an eyebrow and smirked at her, his hand moving to caress her thigh. “So you asked her?”

“Of course I asked her!” X replied, lowering herself back down and snuggling against his chest. “It’s not like you were going to tell me anyway.”

Miguel grinned and tilted her face up to his so he could begin pressing soft kisses to her lips. “I thought you didn’t want to bring your work home, querida?”

X slid her hand up and down his chest as she kissed him back, relishing the feeling of his hard muscles beneath her palm. “I brought you home, didn’t I, boss?”

He groaned at that, then pulled her tight against him, cuddling her like she was a little toy. “Are you going to miss Reena?”

“Yeah,” X agreed softly, suddenly realising how tired she was now that the adrenaline had subsided. “But I'll get a new intern soon, right? Is it a guy? I hope he's cute!”

She buried her face in his chest to hide her grin at his scoff.

“Why would you care about that?!” Miguel inquired, his tone incredulous. He was cute when he was jealous. “And anyway, no, she’s not a guy.”

“Why do you keep hiring female interns, querido?” X asked, tilting her head back to give him a suspicious look. “Is there something I should be worried about?”

He tried to hold his frown as she looked up at him with narrowed eyes. But then she grinned and he felt his own lips curling at the ends in response.

“No,” he reassured her, ruffling her hair affectionately. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her warm skin against his. “And anyway, they're students. Besides being too young and immature, that would really be crossing a line.”

She kept silent as she considered his words and he was just about to get up to start cleaning her up when she finally responded.

“I'm not that old,” she sniffed, pretending to be more offended than she really was. Miguel smiled and squeezed her against him before untangling himself from her.

“You're just right, arañita,” he told her as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He looked back at her over his shoulder and licked his lips at the sight of her curves laid bare before him. “Just mine.”

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[rylem33]

The Collector: Rebecca

This is a new one from me. I'm thinking of making this a series. I'd love your thoughts on the concept of The Collector.

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Rebecca sat in line at the grocery store, counting the price of the items in her cart.  She double-checked her bank account balance.  It’s going to be a tough week.  Heck, it’s been a tough few months.

She thought of her young daughter, the apple of her eye.  I just have to keep moving forward.  As long as Janie doesn’t go hungry, I’m succeeding.

“Curious, isn’t it, how the simplest choices can weigh so heavily?” came a statement from the man behind her in line.  He nodded towards the items in Rebecca’s cart.  Rebecca froze for a second, off put by this interruption.  She turned to face the man, his expression putting her mind at ease.

“Yes, it can be hard sometimes,” Rebecca replied, surprised at her own openness with a complete stranger.

The Collector smiled, his interest apparent. “And what choices weigh on you today?” he inquired, his tone gentle.

Rebecca hesitated, but there was something soothing about the guy’s voice. Is it really so obvious that I’m struggling? she wondered, feeling a mix of vulnerability and relief at being seen. “Oh, ya know, just the usual stuff,” she found herself responding, more open than she intended. Why am I even sharing this with a stranger?

“Indeed, a delicate balance,” The Collector responded, his interest piqued. “And is this a solo act, or do you have someone sharing this tightrope walk with you?”

Rebecca’s thoughts immediately went to her daughter. My little warrior. Everything I do, I do for her. The pride and love she felt for her daughter were evident, even as she spoke of her hardships. “Just me and my little girl. I’m always working to make sure she’s got what she needs.”

“Admirable,” he acknowledged, leaning in slightly. “Does this journey bring you more joy, or is it more like a constant worry?”

Joy? Worry? Of course, it’s both. “It’s a bit of both, really,” she admitted, surprised at her own willingness to be so candid.  “I mean, I love my daughter to bits, wouldn’t trade her for the world. But, man, it’s tough. Working my butt off for peanuts, always feeling like you’re just one bad day away from everything crashing down.”

“Commendable,” he nodded. “And in this effort, where do you find yourself most days? What path of employment have you taken?”

Rebecca paused, a hint of embarrassment coloring her voice. “I work at a diner, ya know? Waiting tables. It ain’t much, but it pays some of the bills. I can pickup shifts, sometimes, for a bit extra.  Just, it feels like it’s never enough to get ahead, ya know?”

Revealing her job at the diner brought a twinge of embarrassment, Just a waitress. That’s all people see. But it’s more than that to me. It’s survival.

The Collector’s look was full of sympathy, but there was something else there, too, like he really got it. “The burden of such responsibility is heavy indeed. What if I told you there was a way to ease this burden? To make your life less about scraping by and more about really living?”

Could there really be a way out? Or is this just another dead end dressed up in pretty words? “Yeah, that sounds pretty good. But how’s something like that supposed to happen?” she asked, a desperate hope flickering inside her. “It’s not like jobs are just falling out of the sky, especially not for someone like me.”

“Ah, but what if I told you that the sky is not the limit, but merely the beginning?” The Collector offered, his voice a blend of mystery and assurance. “Opportunities are not always born from the clouds but from the willingness to embrace change.”

Rebecca thought over his words. Her head told her this was nuts, but she was intrigued. Change? I could really use a break. “And what’s this ‘opportunity’ gonna cost me?” she asked, trying to sound tough but feeling her resolve soften.

“Simply a willingness to step onto a new path,” The Collector answered, his smile cryptic.

Rebecca found herself oddly calm and trusting of this man. I’d do anything to help Janie have a good life.

“Okay,” she said finally. “I’m in.”

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Rebecca, still grappling with the surreal nature of the conversation, began to ask, “So, what kind of job are you talking about—”

She was cut off, not by an answer, but by an odd, tingling sensation beneath her skin. Rebecca stared down in disbelief as the very fabric of her clothes began to alter before her eyes. Her plain, slightly worn-out sweater began to shrink and tighten, morphing into a vibrant red top that was far more revealing than anything in her wardrobe. It was an awkward fit at first, hanging oddly on her frame, clearly meant for a more voluptuous figure than hers.

This can’t be happening. Clothes don’t just change on their own.

Next, her attention shifted to her jeans, the reliable faded pair she’d worn countless times. They too began to change, the fabric tightening and shifting until it took on a new texture and appearance. Before she could process what was happening, her jeans had turned into shiny black leggings that were oddly loose on her hips and way too tight for her legs.  The outfit looked misplaced on her, clearly designed for a different body type.

This is insane. That’s not my style. I wouldn’t wear that in a million years.  I look ridiculous.

Then, the sensation beneath her skin intensified, spreading from the surface to her very core. Rebecca could only watch in stunned silence as her body began to change. Her stomach tightened and firmed, revealing a toned midriff that made the cropped top appear deliberately provocative rather than awkwardly ill-fitting.

My body… it’s changing?

Her breasts filled out next, swelling in a way that made the top’s low neckline shift from simply bold to outright indecent. Simultaneously, her legs thinned, muscles defining themselves in a graceful, yet strong display, while her buttocks firmed and swelled into a perfect heart shape, making the shiny leggings look as if they were painted on.

This can’t be me. I’ve never looked like this.

With her body now transformed, the ensemble of the vibrant top and leggings no longer seemed out of place. Instead, Rebecca  looked like a walking dream, or wet dream.  Seeing her reflection in the reflective glass near the register, Rebecca was horrified.

“What’s happening to me?” she gasped, her voice a mix of fear and disbelief.

The Collector watched, a serene assurance in his eyes. “It is simply the fulfillment of your request,” he said, his voice calm and unperturbed by the dramatic changes unfolding.

Fulfillment of my request? This is a nightmare, not a dream come true.

Rebecca’s attempt to voice her shock was immediately undercut by a change in her voice.. “What the hell is this? I didn’t ask for any—” she started, but her words quickly took on a coarser edge, her tone flirtatious yet something else as well. 

This can’t be my voice. This isn’t what I sound like.

Her bewilderment only deepened as she heard herself speak. “What’ the fuck is going on, huh?” she blurted out, her language now a stark contrast to her previously reserved self.

Why am I talking like this? Since when do I use language like that in public? 

The Collector observed her, his demeanor calm and unfazed. “You’re merely adapting to the opportunities ahead, embracing a new aspect of prosperity,” he explained, his tone soothing yet detached from the radical change overtaking her.

As Rebecca tried to voice her protest, not only did her words betray her, but her body began to move in new ways too. Every gesture, every shift in stance, seemed to accentuate her new figure. She noticed her posture straightening, her shoulders pulling back to thrust her chest forward, a stance she’d never taken before.

He’s acting like this is normal. Like I’m supposed to embrace becoming… what? Cheap slut? 

She found herself leaning on the grocery cart with one hip cocked to the side, a pose that seemed calculated to draw attention to her curves. “Great, just fucking perfect. Is this how I stand now? Like I’m posing for a porn mag?” Her voice dripped with incredulity, even as her body language continued to contradict her words.

Even the simple act of reaching up to brush a stray hair from her face became a deliberate, sensuous action, her fingers trailing down her cheek in a way that seemed designed to captivate an audience. Rebecca caught herself in the middle of these motions, her frustration mounting. “And what’s with these fucking moves? I’m grocery shopping, not auditioning for a porno.”

The Collector observed her transformation with an air of detached curiosity. “Every aspect of you is embracing this new chapter, a chapter where you command attention effortlessly,” he noted, his calm tone a stark contrast to the storm of confusion and adaptation Rebecca was experiencing.

I guess I look kinda good.

Her attempts to counteract these involuntary poses and movements only led to further emphasis on her voluptuous figure, each protest accompanied by a hip sway or a chest thrust she hadn’t intended. “I’m hot, but how is anyone going to take me seriously?” she quipped, half in dismay and half in disbelief.

Finally, something in her brain clicked. Rebecca’s thoughts, her very perspective on life, began to align with this new version of herself, “Ruby,” as she would be known in her trade. Her initial panic and resistance faded away, replaced by a confident acceptance of her new identity.

Standing in the grocery store, now fully transformed, Ruby pulled out a wad of cash. She noticed a few judgemental glances her way and smiled.

Screw those fuckers. Life’s good. Stripping isn’t easy work, but I can take care of Janie and have time to spend with her. I’ll have her college paid off by the time she’s 10.

She paid for the food without a second thought.  She even tipped the young cashier while giving him a wink.

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The Collector observed from a discreet distance. After Ruby had gathered her bags and turned toward the store’s exit, a small, knowing smile played across his lips.

In a smooth, almost ceremonial motion, he reached into the depths of his coat, withdrawing his hand to reveal a small, unidentifiable object clasped between his fingers. With grace, he slipped the object into his pocket, its significance known only to him.

Without another glance or gesture to indicate his intentions, The Collector stepped out of line, bypassing the cashier’s counter altogether. He left no items behind to be purchased, no trace of his presence was left behind.

#f2f transformation #personality change

[gaiuskamilah]

hide me in thy wounds bloodbound | T | 2.1k words | gaius augustine/main character

first chapter in a two-chapter story. written for @choicesfebruary2024 / agape: your character's relationship with a greater being.

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chapter i: sanctify me

Late in the first month of a year that was well into his third millennium alive, Gaius Augustine stepped into the Musea Sanguis for the first time in decades.

He hadn’t returned to the underground museum since he’d left the Onyx Sarcophagus for good. Back then, Gaius was hellbent on taking back his kingdom, enacting revenge on his traitorous court, and finally ruling over all life on the planet. It was a good few weeks before he spent a few more as a tree and then the few days after that getting the very foundations his life was built on burned to the ground. 

Needless to say, the few decades after that were spent outside of New York, the place he once called home.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Gaius turned his head and was met by a short, plump young man with brown skin and a mop of black hair. From his scent Gaius could tell that the man was a vampire. He gave Gaius a curious look, as if trying to place where he had seen Gaius before.

“I’m visiting,” was Gaius’ response. “I assume you’re the new keeper of the library?” 

The man’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I’ve been the keeper of the library for the past five years now, sir,” he said. “Are you a vampire? I’ll have to check for your brand.”

Gaius raised an eyebrow. In all his little adventures in the past decades, he hardly expected people to recognize him. But in New York? By the keeper of the Musea Sanguis? That was odd, if not entirely showing that the younger vampire was unfit for his position.

“The last time I was here was decades ago. The librarian was a different man,” said Gaius. “And no, no brand.”

“No brand?” the keeper asked, a bit of surprise in his voice. “Do you know your maker? It’s protocol to—”

“No brand,” interrupted Gaius, more firmly this time. “No brand, and I don’t need it, and my Maker thought I didn’t either.”

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Gaius left the young librarian to his tasks and walked into the library proper. He ignored the librarian’s protests, and behind him Gaius could hear the younger vampire scramble across his desk.

The Musea Sanguis looked considerably different compared to when Gaius last saw it. Numerous artifacts were no longer on display in the museum, no doubt transferred to a more public setting after vampires were revealed to the world. Attila the Hun’s sword was no longer on display, and neither was the blade that was used to execute Marie Antoinette. On the other hand, there were new additions that even Gaius wasn’t familiar with. New tomes, cups, paintings, and other priceless items were now on display. Gaius examined these with a passing interest.

He wasn’t at the Musea for them.

He turned past another aisle of bookshelves. Even with the renovations and new additions, Gaius knew the Musea like the back of his hand. And if he was correct, the display he was looking for should still be where it was last left.

True to his hunch, it was still where he last left it. The Onyx Sarcophagus. His Onyx Sarcophagus.

The damned thing was now bound by red line ropes and had an additional display on the side describing it. The short description, of course, just had to include a sentence or two about his century trapped in the box. 

“Feeling nostalgic?”

Gaius flinched with surprise. He knew that coming to New York meant a higher possibility of running into them, but…

“Magdalene. Good evening,” said Gaius with a composed voice. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“That’s my line, since the Musea is under my authority now and you’re the one visiting. You gave poor Ben a fright and he ended up calling me in a rush,” said Magdalene. She continued in a high-pitched tone: “‘Miss Magdalene, there’s an unbranded vampire at the library! He’s tall and looks scary!’”

Gaius, despite himself, gave an amused huff. “My apologies, then,” said Gaius. He finally turned to face Magdalene. She was dressed in a long-sleeved, knee-length blue dress. Her long black hair was loose and her fringe sat just on top of her eyebrows. “I’ve had no need for a brand for the longest time on account of… her. And I promise, I’m only visiting.”

“No new evil schemes?”

“None that I can dream of.” 

Magdalene shrugged, then gave him a small smile. If his heart lurched just the slightest bit at that, that was no one’s business. “Alright then, Augustine,” she said, walking up next to him. “I hope you weren’t planning on ruining my display, though. That would be an evil scheme.”

“Well, I thought the library was still under Raines, but the circumstances seem to have changed…”

“Hey!”

“I only jest, Maria, don’t worry,” said Gaius. “I don’t plan on destroying this coffin anytime soon. I’m only visiting.”

Silence draped itself between the two of them, broken when Magdalene said more to herself than to him: “Maria.” She pursed her lips and absent-mindedly played with the small golden cross hanging on her neck. After a moment, she turned to him. “How long have you been in New York?”

“I arrived here yesterday evening. Just wanted to see the sights, maybe go a trip down memory lane…” answered Gaius. “I was planning on visiting just one more place before I leave New York. Unless you’ve decided my presence is so horrible that I have to evacuate now?”

“Your words, not mine. I’ve said no such thing. In fact, I may… say otherwise, even,” said Magdalene. After a beat, she said what was probably his biggest surprise of the decade: “I’ll go with you.”

“What?”

“I’ll go with you,” repeated Magdalene. “To wherever it is you’re heading to. Who knows? I might find out something new about New York. You’re older than dirt, and I think it’ll be interesting.” 

Gaius swallowed, almost at a loss for words. He breathed out, then said: “I’ll… I’ll be visiting the temple.”

The look of surprise on Magdalene’s face rivaled his. She averted her eyes, then turned back to him. “I see,” was her reply. “You’re not planning on restarting First Vampire-ism or whatever in New York, are you?”

Gaius let out a bleak laugh. “No evil schemes like that just yet.”

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Gaius pushed open the ornate doors of the Temple of the First. The temple was a shell of its former self, even more so than it was years ago. Weeds and plants broke through the stone foundations as the earth slowly reclaimed the abandoned temple. What was likely years’ worth of dust and blood covered the floor. As Gaius’ eyes adjusted to the almost absolute darkness, he could make out the cracks in the beams. Old craters in the walls, evidence of battles past, remained untouched.

Magdalene followed behind him as he walked. “I only ever come here once a year, on Jax’s death anniversary,” said Magdalene. “It feels… strange to be here.”

“It is indeed,” said Gaius. With a conjured flame in his palm, Gaius lit the archaic torches on the sides of the room. The room was bathed in a dim but warm glow. 

“So…” started Magdalene. “Any particular reason you wanted to come here, specifically? I wouldn’t have expected you to come here, of all places, with what you said about…”

Magdalene trailed off and instead motioned to the front of the temple, where behind the altar and the decimated throne was a large stone statue embedded onto the wall. 

Goddess.

The word rang in Gaius’ head on instinct, and with it a feeling of loathing and shame. He sighed, and after a moment, said: “Ever since you let me live, I’ve felt… aimless. Less so than I felt on the boat all those years ago, but still aimless,” confessed Gaius. “Even when Xenocrates imprisoned her and left me, I wasn’t alone. I had her will to guide me. I don’t… have that anymore.”

“It was terrible, and what she did was terrible, but for the longest time it was all I knew.” Gaius sighed. “And it makes me miss her.”

Magdalene’s eyebrows rose, but the revelation didn’t seem to surprise her as much as Gaius expected. “You do?”

“I do. She violated me, took over my life, and I did terrible things in her name. Things that make me feel disgusting,” said Gaius. “But it was still me, and also her. I don’t know where she ended and where I started. It was broken from the moment Iola was taken and I know it but some part of me… still won’t let it go.”

He slowly walked towards the altar; Magdalene again followed behind him. Centuries ago, he would have knelt by the altar, placed his lips on the table, and sent out a prayer to The First. Now, he merely stood and swiped a finger on the layer of dust that coated it. 

He walked to the base of the statue and conjured a flame in his palm again. He motioned for Magdalene to come forward and she walked to him, a curious expression on her face. “You said you wanted to learn something new about New York. Here’s what I have for you,” said Gaius. He held the flame to light an inscription on the statue. “This is the first prayer The First taught me. I learned it at her knee, in a now dead language, when she first taught Xenocrates and I how to pray.” 

Magdalene’s fingers traced over the ancient letters. “What does it say?” she asked.

Gaius paused for a moment, then in a language he hadn’t needed spoken in thousands of years, recited: “Blessed be the Goddess Phampira, and Her holy Tree of Life, from which eternity springs. Blessed be the Priestess Rheya, the First Vampire, Phampira made flesh, rightful Goddess and Queen of Mydeia,” He hesitated, the continued reading the prayer that once came to him as easy as breathing, “We pray for prosperity, for the life Her blood brings. We pray for Her hands, Her Prince and Her Soldier, Her will and Her blade, wholly Hers to work in Her name, forever and ever. Let it be so.” 

When he finished reading, he half-expected the First herself to come back from the dead and smite him down for all his traitorous acts in the past years. But instead, nothing happened, and Gaius was met only with Magdalene’s stunned look.

“I… I understood every bit of that,” said Magdalene. “Rheya, she… do you really think she was a goddess?”

“I did. We all did. She had defied death itself and returned with what we viewed as Phampira’s blessing. Phampira made flesh,” said Gaius. “But I’ve had time. I’ve had time to think about it. I’ve had time to think about whether the gods are real and if they’ll save me, like I believed the First would. Now I’m starting to think that was just how we made sense of things. Maybe we — She — stumbled on the tree, something She, as a priestess, didn’t fully understand yet, and said it how She believed it to be.”

A moment of silence passed between them. Gaius said: “Then there’s the question of you, Magdalene.”

Magdalene let out a breath. “I know,” she said. “You saw what happened when I killed her. Her power… it became part of me. And for a few moments, I felt like I could do anything. There was so much rage and grief when Jax was lost and I felt like I could undo it all. I could make the world a better place. I could make it my world where no one had to suffer. I understood then, why people called her a goddess. But…”

Magdalene paused, pondering on her words. Finally, she said: “But it wasn’t enough. It was never going to be enough,” she said. “And when I finally let Adrian, Kamilah, and Lily drag me down from that high, I knew that I was not God.”

Magdalene sighed and sank down to sit on the temple floor. She leaned her head back onto the wall and closed her eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, Gaius sat down next to her. 

“I hardly visit this temple because it brings up questions I try not to think about. Was Rheya God? Am I God? At one point, maybe I could have been. Rheya’s blood is mine, and mine hers. Where does she start and where do I end? It horrifies me sometimes, the harm I can do.” Magdalene held onto the cross on her neck. She turned to face him, and Gaius was struck by the intensity in her brown eyes. “I don’t think Rheya was God. You won’t find God in me, either. I don’t even know if God exists anymore. Maybe God was gone all along.”

“Maria…”

“No, not Maria. My name is Magdalene,” she corrected. “I live and I love and my power has limits and that was how I knew I wasn’t God. I’m not alone, and neither are you.”

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[haven-dark]

Idk what to do with this but it's gonna spontaneously combust if I just let it sit in my drive, so I guess I'm just gonna put it here for now?

A little scene(s) I whipped up after a discussion with some friends about the idea of middle-aged Stu and Billy moving into a picturesque suburban town and their neighbors slowly getting suspicious as people go missing.

---

The neighborhood’s newest resident easily has fifteen years on the most recent Mrs. Jones, but so does her husband, and Dennis doesn't have a smoothly sculpted jawline and lusciously thick head of dark hair. 

The moving truck is still mostly full when she comes by with her youngest stepson in tow. “Mason, leave the bugs alone,” she orders, taking his little arm firmly and dragging him away from a beached earthworm and towards the new neighbor's house. 

She fluffs her curls and double checks her lipstick in a car mirror before approaching the man from behind.

“I was wondering when the new family would arrive,” she says as a greeting. “The sign said sold for a little bit there.”

He glances at the lawn sign bearing the fake smile of the fake blonde who’d been responsible for selling the place. She’s one of those PTA bitches, but Cassidy is sure that she told them every charming story they could possibly want to hear about how great Arbor Village is. “Yeah, some stuff took longer than expected to sort out.” 

“Can we go home now?” Mason whines.

“It's not nice to interrupt grown-ups,” she reprimands. She looks to the man apologetically, but he seems unbothered. “Kids,” she chuckles. She bends to pick Mason up so she can sneak a look at the man's left hand. No ring. “Do you have any?”

“I've got these three.” He raps the knuckles of his right hand, which does sport a couple of rings, against the cab window. Three canine faces appear on cue, a small light one squished between the larger, darker two. 

She giggles at the reveal. “So no human children? How about a wife?” she ventures. 

“No wife,” he says. “And these three are more than enough.” His head is tilted toward the window, and she lets her eyeline drop to his lips as he talks. They look soft. 

He looks back to her more quickly than she’d expected and she’s sure that she’s been caught. She blushes slightly. He turns his full focus on her, looks her up and down. 

Having had no specific plans of running into a charming older bachelor, she hadn’t selected her outfit for Mason’s park day very intentionally. Her workout pants are visibly faded and she’s pretty sure this jacket has that collection of stains speckled along the bottom, but she doesn’t want to check and draw attention to it. 

His gaze is intense. It feels a little like he’s peering into her, breaking her into her components with his dark eyes so he can review each piece. Despite starting to overheat as she stands in a patch of sun in her sweats, she feels a little naked. She doesn’t dislike it.

If he concludes his assessment with a negative impression of her, he gives no sign of it. He rubs his beard and gives her a warm smile before offering his ringed hand for her to shake. “I'm Billy.” His grip is almost gentle for the rugged look of him, though it's strong. She doesn’t want to take her hand back, so she lets it linger as long as she thinks she can get away with it.

“Cassidy Jones. Although,” she offers, “friends call me Sid.”

His eyebrows go up slightly. “Sid,” he repeats, and she wants to melt at the sound of it. She loves the way it drips off his tongue, almost musically. “That’s great. It suits you.”

She blushes again, pleasantly this time. “Well, thank you, Billy.” Mason’s been patting and grabbing at her to get her attention, though he’s miraculously stopped talking, like he was told. She irritably sets him back on the ground. “You know, by the time you get all of this unpacked it’s going to be far too late to start cooking, and you should really have a home cooked meal on your first day in town. If you’d like–”

“Who’s this, Babe?” A second man appears by Billy, wrapping an arm around him from behind and setting his chin on Billy’s shoulder. He’s at least as attractive as Billy, but the way his eyes scan over Cassidy makes her feel like she’s being not just undressed but completely skinned. 

Billy smirks downward, to himself, then looks over his shoulder. “Stu, this is our neighbor from across the street. Sid.”

There’s something unsettling in the grin Stu responds with. “Nice t’meet ya, Sid.”

She wants to retract the invitation to the nickname, but she can’t just ask one of them not to use it. “You too,” she says, because it’s just the thing to say. She lifts Mason back up, ready to exit the conversation. 

But Billy continues it. “She was just inviting us over for dinner tonight, so we can have a home cooked meal on our first night in town.” Shit. Yet another invitation she’d offered too early and can’t rescind. “Isn’t that nice?” He looks at her again, even though the question is clearly directed to his partner. His smile is so kind that she wonders for a second if she really wants to take it back, but she hopes that they’ll make a polite attempt at declining so she can use it as a window to renegotiate.

“Oh, that’s really generous,” Stu says. “Putting yourself out like that for a couple of strangers.”

She feels like Mason’s worm, wriggling here in the sun, so close to safety, but unable to get out of this alone. The sad irony is the only ones who can release her are the ones who put her here in the first place. And at least one of them seems set on watching her squirm.

Billy’s turned to look at Stu on his shoulder again. “It might be late by the time we finish unpacking…”

Cassidy tries to wedge herself back into the conversation at that moment, but Stu’s too quick to close off the opening. “Don’t do that. Look how uncomfortable she is. You’re being so rude to turn down a neighborly welcome.” He gives a broad smile and tells her, “We’d love to come.”

---

Stu watches Billy, standing in the street in front of the moving truck, through the half-shut kitchen blinds as he sets a stack of boxes on the otherwise empty counter. He can tell by the body language that he’s talking to someone, but it takes a second for her to swoop into his line of vision as she bends to pick up a small boy.

Some neighborhood mom here to chat him up. Of course. What is it with moms and Billy? They’re fucking magnetized to him anywhere he goes. Stu had been inside for all of a minute and she’d just materialized.

She’s cute, too, with a mess of dark curls and a set of curves that aren’t completely swallowed up by the track suit she’s wearing. Billy’s probably going to flirt back just so Stu can catch him doing it. He’s such a little shit.

Billy makes eye contact with him through both of the truck’s windows just as he steps out onto the front porch. “No wife,” he says to the woman, with a smirk at Stu. 

Fucking asshole. Predictable but still infuriating. 

As soon as he knows Stu’s seen him, he turns back to the woman, angling his body so Stu can watch in profile as he roughly rubs at his facial hair, a move women for some reason seem to find charming.

Stu fumes for a moment before charging over to make his entrance and mark his territory. 

“Who’s this, Babe?” He adds the pet name with a slight emphasis as he slips a possessive arm around Billy’s midsection. He sets his chin on Billy’s shoulder as if in an affectionate embrace, but he lets its point and his fingertips push just a little too hard into Billy to make sure he gets the message.

He plasters on a friendly smile as his eyes devour the woman in front of him, not hungrily but angrily. Maybe a little hungrily. She really is cute. A little young for his taste, but definitely something he could have been into a decade ago.

When his eyes return to hers, he can see that she’s recalculated the scenario and realized her mistake. That’s right, bitch, he broadcasts telepathically. This is mine.

Billy’s looking at the ground, silently laughing to himself. Stupid asshole’s gotten exactly what he wanted. He turns to look at Stu and the broadcast changes to, You’re gonna fucking pay for this later, you dick.

“Stu, this is our neighbor from across the street,” Billy introduces, the stupid smirk still tugging on the corner of his mouth. He pauses, just slightly, and adds an emphasis that probably only Stu can pick up on as he delivers the name. “Sid.”

He’s still pissed at Billy, but he can’t contain the grin that splits his face at the coincidence. He’d thought he was so funny picking a town called Arbor Village because of its parallel to their hometown. But to have the first neighbor they meet be called Sid? That was too good. He couldn’t have scripted it any better.

“Nice t’meet ya, Sid.” He eyes her again and, maybe he’s imagining it, but he can even see a certain resemblance to the Prescott women in her face. Especially when her eyes widen and brow furrows as he smiles down at her. She looks enticingly like a spooked deer.

She picks up her kid as she’s returning the greeting like she’s about to make a run for it. Billy gives a watch this grin sideways at him before showing off the trap he’d built while Stu was away.

“She was just inviting us over for dinner tonight.” Stu shares his grin. The sentence shackles the woman to the spot in front of them. “So we can have a  home cooked meal on our first night in town. Isn’t that nice?”

Sid’s no longer merely spooked. When he looks back to her, she’s a caged animal, looking across the street to freedom through invisible bars. She, seemingly unconsciously, takes a step backward. There’s a plea in her eyes for them to let her go, but to uninvite them would be so impolite.

And to expect your captors to be your saviors is just naive. He can’t resist rattling the cage a little.

“Oh, that’s really generous,” he joins in. There’s a hint of mocking in his tone. He can’t help it. He’s having too much fun. But he’s sure to add a little earnestness, too, like he’s genuinely touched by her offer. “Putting yourself out like that for a couple of strangers.” 

God, she’s starting to look genuinely scared now and it’s delicious. He could almost salivate as the line about them being strangers registers in her eyes. 

The kid’s wiggling in her arms and she really looks like she could sprint away if the unanswered invitation wasn’t holding her in place.

Does he really want to go to her house for dinner? Who knows? Who cares? But he really fucking wants to keep playing with his prey.

Billy turns his head back to Stu. “It might be late by the time we finish unpacking…”

Sid’s muscles relax. Stu’s smile wilts. Billy’s just unlocked the door, unbound her, and offered up an escape route.

Is he the one Billy’s been fucking with this whole time? He’s been dangling her in front of him just to let her go at the last second?

But when he looks over, there’s a command in Billy’s eyes. He’s lining up Stu’s shot and ordering him to take it. Giving her a little false hope just so Stu can bat it away. How’s he such a piece of shit and also the perfect man?

She opens her mouth to respond, to dash through the open cage door. He cuts her off.

“Don’t do that,” he pretends to reprimand Billy. “Look how uncomfortable she is.”

He suppresses his smile as he does exactly as he’s just instructed Billy. She’s uncomfortable and now also confused. She doesn’t know which direction he’s moving with this. She's praying that he's about to show her mercy. 

Her prayers are going to remain unanswered.

He takes just a little too long to continue speaking, to let her suffer an extra half a second before he pulls the trigger. “You’re being so rude to turn down a neighborly welcome.”

Billy’s snicker is silent, but Stu feels the vibration against his body. That, along with the despair in their target’s eyes, warms his bones with sweet satisfaction. 

Maybe he’ll actually be thanking Billy later instead of punishing him. 

The smile on his face is completely genuine when he answers. “We’d love to come.”

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[lou-struck]

Sea Birds

Keigo Takami x reader

Prompt: 🚢 +Vacation

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the Masterlist On my welcome page.

WC: 1.2k

Keigo's wings seem to flap in anticipation as the two of you climb aboard the S.S. Sea Breeze, the luxury cruise ship that will be your home for the next week.

After rescuing the CEO of the cruise line from a villain attack a month ago, the man sent Keigo two tickets to the top-of-the-line cruise liner as a gift of thanks. The two of you were in need of a vacation, so you put in the time off. Feeling more than ready to enjoy all the amenities the ship has to offer.

The highbrow nature of the cruise line means that for this voyage, only the ultra-rich and famous were able to procure tickets. Anyone who is anyone is on board; Retired Pros, actors, models, and even socialites.

Honestly, there are so many well-known faces aboard, you're feeling a bit self-conscious. 

Even though his iconic red wings are tucked neatly behind his back, he still attracts the attention of the beautiful people around him.

They whisper amongst themselves, twirling their glossy hair and flashing their brilliant smiles in his direction in the hope of capturing the attention of the winged hero. But he doesn't seem to notice their attempts.

"Man, I'm beat." He yawns, slinging an arm lazily over your shoulders, "let's ditch these bags in our suite and start relaxin~

He knows you too well; this simple contact is able to soothe the sharp feelings of inadequacy that were gnawing at that sensitive spot in your heart. The one that aches when you think about how Keigo could have just about anyone. But he's with you.

Because he loves you…

And you love him…

You nod, now feeling all too aware of your aching feet. There is nothing that tires one out quite like traveling. Vacations may be relaxing, but getting there can really wipe you out. "Sounds good. I wouldn't mind laying out for a bit, maybe get something cold to drink." 

Keigo smiles, his golden gaze brightening at your response. "There ya go; let's get some drinks with tiny umbrellas, and let's get Cruisin."

"You're getting really excited about this, aren't you, Kei?" you tease 

He sends a little red feather to tickle your side; its soft bristles send you into a fit of giggles that cause a few people to turn their heads In your direction. "Why wouldn't I be? seven days, the open ocean, and…." He grins, leaning in close, "You, of course."

The flattery makes you chuckle as the two of you slip into one of the glamorous glass elevators leading up to the suite decks. 

"What's our room number again?" he asks as the doors part.

"Hmmm, let me check." reaching into your pocket, you pull out the crisp white envelope that contains your golden room keys. "We are in room 101." He takes the envelope from you playfully as the elevator comes to a stop. The doors part slowly, revealing the well-lit hallway.

Unable to contain your excitement, you rush down the empty hall, your suitcase rolling unevenly behind you as you scan the little room plaques.

95…

97…

99…

..101

You stop in front of the door and look at Keigo expectantly. He lets out a little chuckle and tears open the envelope. "Alright, Angel, here's our little nest for the week," he says, swiping one of the keycards and swinging open the doors.

The room is naturally well-lit by the ship's massive upper deck windows. It's much bigger than the room you were looking at online. The massive king-sized bed is uniformly made with some creatively folded towels placed at its foot. 

Stepping further into the room, you set your bag down on top of the linens catching a glimpse at the little coffee corner and mini fridge. It's then you catch a glimpse of the massive gift basket on the countertop. Containing everything from top-shelf liquor, snacks, and suntan lotion, you can tell by the french writing on the bottle you would never be able to afford the brand on your salary. 

"This is incredible." you breathe, digging through the complimentary care package on the countertop in front of you. Little multicolored shreds of paper lining stick to your fingers as you pull out a still-cold bottle of champagne. "They must really want to thank you, Kei."

"A-angel, it's 11 o'clock in the morning." Kiego laughs as your hand fiddle with the neck of the bottle, peeling off the foil around the cork.

"Come on, birdie, we're on vacation." you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. The cold glass of the bottle hits his skin, and he shudders.

Giving you a playful roll of his eyes, he grabs two glasses and sets them on the countertop next to you. "I guess a glass or two would be a nice way to get started." he laughs. He sends a red feather flying into the stubborn cork. It twists and pokes at it until it comes flying out of the bottle with a deafening pop*

"Did you like my little party trick?" he winks, pouring a bit of champagne into each flute.

"I did," you smile, taking a glass from his outstretched hand. If you were the one to open the cork, you would no doubt be struggling to pop it off. "How about we take our drinks outside so we can watch the ship leave the port."

Keigo straightens up a bit. "We should get going then." he flashes you a boyish grin, taking your hand and practically pulling you towards the door."

~

Placing your hands on the steel rail at the bow of the ship, you stare out into the seemingly endless ocean. "Oh wow, look at this view, Kei." you beam, the salty mist from the ocean splashing against your face. 

He buries his face into the crook of your neck as his hands sneak around your waist. "It is beautiful." he coos, pressing a little kiss against your pulse point, his stumbling tickling your skin as you squirm a bit. But in the back of your mind, you wonder how much of the sight he is able to see from his spot.

"I can't tell where the sky begins, and the ocean ends. It's all just blue." 

" Wanna find out?" He asks. His wings twitching in anticipation. Each feather seems to be absorbing the sunlight, calling out to the sky longingly.

Nodding, you set your glass on the floor of the deck, Wanting to know what it feels like to touch the sparkling blue water off in the distance. Keigo has a habit of making you act on your curious thoughts. "Promise not to drop me?" you ask, shuddering at the thought of taking an unexpected swim.

"I promise not to drop you this time." he laughs, the sound natural and genuine. His golden eyes squint in the sunlight as he sweeps you off your feet. "Hold on tight. I like having you close like this." 

"W-what do you mean by this time?" you squeak as he launches the two of you over the rail of the ship.

He shoots you a little wink, letting his wings carry you off into the distance so you can indulge in a few more curiosities before your dinner date.

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[bengiyo]

Be My Favorite Ep 9 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Kawi was forced to accept the finality of his dad’s death (again), and also faced himself and Pisaeng properly. He’s fully-revealed his time travel shenanigans to Pisaeng. Kawi is trying to end things with Pear, and asked Pisaeng to go out with him. Also Max gave a speech at an LGBTQ event and committed to staying Thailand.

I like coming back to the sushi date and reiterating that Kawi has to choose to be responsible with alcohol. It’s also nice to see Pisaeng enjoying a moment.

Oof, Pear’s mom deserved that gut check.

Oh, Pisaeng, don’t set up a false dichotomy between the band and yourself at the beginning of your relationship.

I feel a bit nervous about Pisaeng drinking instead of Kawi.

Aye is so good. You can feel how long Pear has been holding this resentment.

Oh, I really do not want them to kiss like this. Why is every single one of their kisses fueled by alcohol?

Wow, this show just made me glad that a Krist character blocked a kiss.

I don’t care for Not. His first instinct is always to tear someone else down.

I do like when one of them knows the other is staring and pretends to keep sleeping to let them have it.

Kawi’s desire to take their relationship seriously, and to hold back on taking advantage of Pisaeng’s wealth so they can find a way to be more equal in their relationship is really just so nice to see.

I despise Not. Kwan and Pisaeng, we need to have a talk about the kinds of guys y’all like.

See, and this is why I hate Not. He took coming out away from them. This is so gross and so cruel. I’m over this dude. Pear has to come here and force the issue herself, and now Kawi has no chance of letting her down easy.

Not said, “No, I will not Make It Right.” I’m so sick of this dude. Kwan, you deserve better.

If Pear really gives it up for this dude, I may revolt.

Kawi’s concern for others reminds me of Akk in The Eclipse. Just like in the Our Skyy 2 special, there’s a similar thread about living our lives for other people or for ourselves as a major source of tension.

Pear just put that nasty little dude in his place! “Stop talking about OUR friends and stop sniffing around me.”

Pisaeng is right that Kawi can’t see a version of the future that isn’t bad. There’s no way to exist long term as a queer person in this world without hope.

Looking forward to the dating era next episode, and I want to unpack that Kawi is reading Sherlock Holmes

Okay, real shit, we gotta do right by my girls Pear and Kwan before this is over. Pear’s issues with her mom are so real, and I can’t see Kwan go out like this!

#be my favorite #be my favorite meta #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

[kingwuko]

I saw a Wu post you reblogged and it mentioned that on supplemental content it's revealed that Wu was in republic city for a degree and me being me couldn't shake the idea of that degree being in musical theater. Am I projecting my own wants amd desires on my favorite blorbo? Yes a little bit, but also look at him. Come on. So this idea is in the back of my mind for the past few days and then just now I'm listening to a song from that fan project of atla as a musical (I'm honestly not sure how many more songs they've made) and I'm like. Heh, what if Wu wrote that musical. Then i go no. No this is just as a silly thing, I'm not serious about it... but then I imagine him actually singing this, and singing it well, while playing it at a piano and.

Gods DAMN I want it so bad. I mean can you imagine him asking former fire lord zuko himself about what his sister was like so he can WRITE about it?

Insane.

Idk, I feel like it has the potential of being the anti Ember Island play, something genuinely good with all its sources thoroughly checked and vetted and every living person featured in the story consulted and given explicit permission to use their likeness.

I also just generally like the idea of Wu being a composer? I recall the joke about his singing being that its awful and I wish that weren't true but if it is then I think he should be a good composer at least. Just has a terrible singing voice lol.

Anyway that's all, let me know if I'm sending too many of these btw I just enjoy your responses a lot!

AAAAAH Wu being in a music theater program in RCU is actually a great idea. Being a composer or writer totally tracks for me. His lil rhymes he came up with while singing on the spot were actually delightful and clever!!! I love his silly badgermole songs and I don't think his singing voice is too shabby either!

Oh my god to that song though what a fun fan project. Wu is well versed in history (citation ruins of the empire) so yeah! He could make the anti-ember island musical retelling of Aangs adventures why not!

You are not sending me too many asks. I feel like I'm annoying begging people to interact with me lol but seriously please send me all your Wuko thoughts I love talking about these guys!!!

(for anyone wondering the supplemental content referenced is from the Avatar Legends TTRPG Republic City book idk if you guys have noticed but I'm kind of obsessed with Avatar Legends lol)

#prince wu #king wu #answered ask #lok

[cock-holliday]

So like, I love the "gay both ways" thing and love that for the people who enjoy it. But I have to say that as a binary bisexual trans man who would talk about myself like that, I recently realised that it was because I was disgusted with myself for being a "straight" man and I felt like my attraction to women had to be "lesbian" in order not to be evil and patriarchal. Like I'm not denying there are lesbian trans men and like I said, I think the "gay both ways" thing is very cool -- I guess I just wanted to put it out there that it's good to check whether it's covering for any negative feelings about being a man who loves women, you know?

Ooh this is actually a really good point and I’m sorry that that’s been your experience. I feel bad for the shit straight trans men get—frankly the shit trans men in general get. You’re right that there’s a lot of shame and negative feelings about men being attracted to women not being seen as good/pure/safe as women being attracted to women. The “stolen lesbian” shit sure is as vile as ever.

And the whole “men’s attraction is bad” thing doesn’t stop at being in response to cishet men being assholes. I know cis lesbians who felt predatory for talking to women. Trans lesbians who felt predatory for talking to women. You’re right that there is this repulsion by people about their own or other people’s attraction falling into the “icky men” category.

When I speak for myself I meant that I always found queerness attractive, and so my relationships regardless of our gender makeup often felt a bit gay (bi4bi has always felt gay to me) but then I also realized years ago that I was bigender. So it quite literally IS always a little gay for me.

I know binary folks who also feel this way, more in a “there is a queerness here” sort of sense rather than “because we’re both x gender a bit.”

I think all those experiences are common enough, and yeah, checking where this is coming from might reveal to you that you are something nonbinary, or that you’ve been shoved into a presentation or concept of your relationship that makes it ‘acceptable’ to other queer folks.

I thought I WAS binary trans for years; I am also very familiar with how frustrating it was to fight to be seen as x gender, only to then have relationships with folks I was forbidden by cishets from dating when it was “gay” now be seen as “boring” to queer folks and what’s expected of me by cishets now that I had transitioned.

My gender fluidity and attraction to queerness is what makes it “gay” always for me, but that’s not everyone’s experience.

All respect to bi folks who feel gay in their relationships and all respect to bi and het trans folks who have to wrestle with sudden polar opposite perceptions of their relationships.

#ask #anon ask

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 322. brb x oc

a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“Bea.”

No response.

“Siiisss…”

This time he heard a little groan.

“I made you breakfast.” Michael says from the door, holding the plate with the bagel and cream cheese…and orange juice. He wasn’t a cook, a shame to the Italian roots they all had, but he didn’t want his sister to wake up and not eat anything. He was spending the night there because,well, she had a rough week/day and he wanted to help “...are you alive?” he presses his ear to the bedroom’s door, “Bea?”

The door opened slowly, revealing Beatrice with a disheveled appearance, her hair a wild cascade around her face. Her eyes,squinted at her older brother, “...what?”

Michael smirked, holding up the plate and juice. "Breakfast is served, oh queen of the wild hair. You look like you wrestled a tornado in your sleep."

Beatrice sighed, rubbing her neck with a wince. "You didn't have to make breakfast, Mike. But I appreciate it."

"Consider it a strategic move to prevent you from becoming a hangry hurricane," he teased, stepping inside as Beatrice stepped back, allowing him entry.

“Oh,haha.”

Michael glanced around the room, noting the scattered covers and the general signs of a sleepless night. "Looks like a battlefield here. What happened?"

Beatrice rubbed her temples, the events of the past week catching up to her. "Just had a rough night of sleep, nightmares and all…I’m just glad you didn’t hear me,cause you’d come check on me if there was the case…" she flops back down on the bed, “...the kids are still asleep?”

“Yep.”

“Good…good.”

“I fed the dogs too.” he says, kicking some of the covers away as he approaches the bed, looking around in hopes he could place it somewhere. “Do you wanna hold your breakfast or should I put it somewhere?”

Beatrice sat up, giving Michael a tired smile. "Just put it on the nightstand. I'll get to it in a minute. Thanks, Mike."

Michael did as instructed, placing the plate and juice on the nightstand. He perched on the edge of the bed, eyeing his sister with concern. "You've been through the wringer, huh?"

Beatrice nodded, running a hand through her tousled hair. "Yeah. The whole situation...it's a lot to handle.And I know I dealt with Miranda already but,uuuughhh..." she rubs her eyes again, “I’m tired is all…I…I wish Brad was back home,I really miss him this time, more than the times before.”

"I get it, Bea. Here." he holds the plate to her level, “Have some.”

“I still can’t believe you made me breakfast.”

Michael shrugged, ruffling her hair a bit. "Well, don't make it a habit. I might lose my tough big brother image if people find out I can be domestic."

Beatrice chuckled, taking a bite of the bagel. "You? Tough big brother? You've been a softie since you taught me how to ride a bike."

He feigned offense. "Hey, that's confidential information. Can't have my reputation tarnished."

“I’m sure Hannah is aware of that already.” she chuckles, then chews her breakfast, “Thanks though,I appreciate it a lot.”

Michael grinned. "Well, she does know my secrets. Speaking of which, she's been worried about you too. You should give her a call later."

Beatrice nodded, sipping her orange juice. "I will. And tell her thanks for worrying, but I'm okay. Just need some time to process everything."

"Fair enough." Michael leaned back, studying his sister. "So! What are your plans for today?”

"I dunno." Beatrice sighed, setting the half-eaten bagel back on the plate. "I gotta take the twins to the doctor for a checkup and…uh…check on stuff, maybe buy halloween decor,it’s on sale at Mackenzie’s."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Halloween decor already? It's barely the end of August."

Beatrice grinned, the prospect of the upcoming holiday bringing a spark to her tired eyes. "Early bird catches the sale, Mikey. Plus, it’s going to be the kids’ very first Halloween.And Nicole is already more aware of her surroundings so..."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Kids these days. So, you're taking care of all that by yourself? Need any help?"

Beatrice appreciated the offer, but she waved him off. "No, no, I got it. You've done enough by making me breakfast. I can handle the doctor's visit and the shopping. You go do...whatever it is you do."

Michael smirked. "Secret agent stuff. Can't divulge too much, you know."

"Right, right, top-secret brother business," she teased, then turned more serious. "But, seriously, thanks for being here. It means a lot."

He nodded, a rare moment of sincerity in his teasing demeanor. "Anytime, Bea. You know that.” he pauses, “But…I think I’ll join you anyway.”

Beatrice's eyes widened in surprise. "You're joining me?"

"Yeah. I've got some free time today, and I could use a distraction from the usual covert operations at the gym. Plus, who can resist the allure of discounted Halloween decorations?"

Beatrice chuckled. "Alright, you're in. But no complaining about the early Halloween spirit."

"Deal." He grinned, finishing off his own bagel. "So, what's the plan after the doctor's visit and the Halloween haul?"

She thought for a moment, sipping her orange juice. "Maybe swing by Mackenzie's café, grab a coffee, and catch up on some work. Then, if you're up for it, help me with the kids while I prep for lunch."

Michael saluted. "Aye,aye ma’am. Consider me your partner in crime for the day. Now, finish up that breakfast. We've got a full day ahead."

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The doctor's visit went smoothly, with the twins passing their checkup with flying colors. Beatrice couldn't help but feel a burst of pride as the pediatrician complimented the twins' health and development alongside Nicole who,while not in need of a checkup like her preemie siblings, was too excited to remain still. 

Beatrice was trying very hard to make sure all three of her kids remained healthy. Especially the twins.

After the doctor's visit, Beatrice decided to treat the kids to a small outing. The sun shone brightly overhead as they strolled through a nearby park. Nicole giggled as she chased after butterflies, while Gavin and Aurora, securely nestled in the double stroller, observed their surroundings with wide-eyed curiosity.

 Beatrice couldn't help but marvel at the progress they had made since their premature birth. The doctor's reassurance was a soothing balm to the worries that had lingered in Beatrice's mind.

Too often.

As they approached a playground, Nicole's excitement reached new heights. She tugged at Beatrice's hand, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Mama,shwings?"

Beatrice smiled, bending down to Nicole's level. "Well,let’s wait for uncle Mike first, mama can’t leave your siblings alone.” and she just sighs, looking down at her phone with her lips pursed.

Nothing from Rooster. God she hopes he’s alright and that the investigation is bearing fruit.

She felt a comforting presence beside her, and turning, she found Mike approaching with a casual stride.

"Hey, Bea! Everything okay?" 

Beatrice nodded, offering a smile in return. "Yeah, all good. Doctor's visit went well. Kids are healthy and growing like weeds."

Michael chuckled, ruffling Nicole's hair as he greeted her. "That's what I like to hear! Healthy, happy kids. Ready for some playground action?"

Nicole's eyes lit up at the mention of swings. "Unca Mike! Shwings!"

Beatrice laughed, crossing her legs by the knee as she looks up at her brother. "Looks like we're in for some serious swinging, Mike."

Mike nodded, his eyes glancing towards the phone in Beatrice's hand. "Anything from Brad?"

Beatrice sighed, her gaze dropping to the device. "No, not yet. I just hope he's doing okay. And that the investigation is making progress. He can’t really share a lot either, so…I can only wait.”

Mike sat down beside her, glancing at the phone with a sympathetic expression. "He'll be fine, Bea. He knows how to handle himself. Plus, he's got the entire squadron behind him." he smiles down at Nicole who just starts climbing his leg.

“Yeah…at least I dealt with Miranda. I hope she…stops now.”

“She can’t be that stupid.” he looks over at Bea, “Can she?”

Beatrice raised an eyebrow at Michael's question"Miranda is unpredictable. She's gotten this far. I just hope she got the message and backs off."

"If she has any sense, she should. But I don’t know her like you do.”

Beatrice sighed, a weariness settling in. "I don’t know her that well at all..only what she shared with me."

"Just keep your guard up, sis." he mutters “Is all I’m saying.”

Beatrice nodded in agreement. "That's exactly what Rooster said.It’ll be fine,we’ll be fine.”

Mike frowned, a protective glint in his eyes. "Well,if she gives you any more trouble, let me know. I'll have a word with her, with Guillermo. Sometimes people like her need a reality check…and a scare."

Beatrice appreciated her brother's instincts as…chaotic as they could be. "I'll keep that in mind, Mike. Let's just hope she realizes it's in her best interest to stay out of this."

Beatrice glanced at her phone once more. Still no message from Rooster. The unease gnawed at her, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the present moment with her kids and brother.

"Alright, everyone, ready for some swings?" Michael announced, lifting Nicole in his arms and carrying her towards the swing set.

The playground echoed with Nicole's laughter as she soared through the air on the swing. Beatrice pushed Gavin and Aurora in the double stroller nearby, enjoying the simple joy of seeing her kids play. She,however, kept her hand on her phone…just in case.

Her thumb idly traced circles on her phone screen, hoping for a message that would ease the knot in her stomach.

Michael noticed his sister's distraction, the concern etching lines on her face. He approached her, Nicole now happily exploring the nearby sandbox.

"You're still waiting for a message, huh?"

Beatrice sighed, offering a weak smile. "Yeah, it's just... I can't help but worry. I love him, you know?"

Michael nodded, his eyes moving to Nicole who just giggled grabbing fistfuls of sand. "I get it, sis…okay so..help me with this…what…will exactly happen if Brad gets the info he needs out of this investigation? Do you know?"

The question lingered in the air, the weight of uncertainty settling between Beatrice and Michael. Beatrice looked thoughtful, her gaze focused on the distant horizon as she considered how to reply.

"It's hard to say, Mike," Beatrice began, "If Rooster manages to uncover the truth about, it could lead to a few different scenarios. First and foremost, Mark could face serious consequences within the Navy. Unauthorized modifications, especially those related to tracking capabilities, are likely to be considered a breach of protocol."

Michael nodded, his expression serious. "So, what kind of consequences are we talking about? Dishonorable discharge?"

Beatrice sighed,rubbing her neck. "Possibly? It depends on the severity of the unauthorized actions and whether they're deemed a threat to national security. Dishonorable discharge, court-martial, or other disciplinary actions could be on the table." she frowns, “That’s what Evelyn told me at least.”

"And what about you guys? Will you get the fallout out of this?”

“Well, not us per se, not me since I’m not Navy but…" Beatrice admitted, her voice carrying a hint of worry. "If Rooster's investigation reveals something significant, it could have implications for the entire squadron. The Navy takes these matters seriously, and depending on how deep this goes, there might be a broader inquiry."

Michael's brows furrowed in concern. "Right…will that fuck up Brad’s promotion or…?"

Beatrice sighed, chewing her lower lip. "If Rooster's investigation is seen as thorough and successful, it might strengthen his position. On the flip side, if there are complications, it could cast a shadow on his leadership, even if it's not directly his fault." she frowns more, “But I know him way too well…I don’t think he’ll get anything bad in return…call it a hunch.”

“Well. I hope it works out for the best, for Brad and for the squadron."

"Me too," Beatrice replied, her eyes drifting back to Nicole, now engrossed in a sandcastle-building endeavor. "Me too,Mike.”

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"[Name] I have a favor to ask. If you do not mind could you check up on the Balladeer at Mawtiyima Forest?" Nahida intrusted you with this task for she knows how you feel about him and what he feels about you.

You had arrived at the forest thinking maybe you should just hide and quickly report to Nahida knowing very well he probably still holds a huge grudge on you.

The huge glowing mushrooms were perfect for hiding but your feet had minds of their own, attempting to hide away from Scara wasn't really easy when he knows you well enough to remember your patterns. He sat down and decides to drag you out of your hiding. "I know you've been following me, as much as I love when people see me worthy to stalk I would rather not be stalked by you, [Name]" You felt both anger and defeat and come out of one of the huge mushrooms to reveal yourself to Scara, he had a smirk on his face plastered across his face, it made you even more angry "I've barely even said anything and you look like you already want me dead" You heavily sigh and just took a deep breath not letting him get under your skin again, he laughed "So are you here to finish me off?" You felt your heart ache a bit "No." He gave you a confused look "One of your greatest enemy is in front of you both vulnerable and out in the open, how stupid can you get?" You slowly approach him raising your arms up to show him you are unarmed "How ridiculous" He scoffs "Why are you here then?" You stop to sit down beside him even if he moved away from you "I just wanted to help you" He gave you another confused look "Help me? Are you seriously trying to help me?" He turns to look at you, he sees that you were serious and laughs "You've already defeated me with Buer why still try to help me?" You slowly lay your hand on top of his, he pulls his hand away from you "I...I just feel like I owe you something" He response coldly "You. The person that has taken away all my power feel like you need to own up to your actions. Stop pitying me, I don't need it neither do I want it" You felt your heart ache again, you saw his memories and heard from Nahida about his nightmares, you just felt as if you specifically needed to comfort him. "I'm not pitying you Scaramouche, I just feel like you need a new start" "A blank slate? Please that isn't gonna happen, you're a fool for thinking I'm letting you help me [Name]" He was about to get up but you pull him back down "Please Scaramouche let me help you" He knew you were this stubborn and he already knows Nahida had probably sent you so he sighs in defeat and hears you out "I know that I was the one that took everything from you and I truly wish to help you become happy again, you have lost everything, I've seen your past" He felt weak in the moment and he hated it with his entire heart "That's enough [Name] I don't want your help nor your sympathy" He got up again but quicker this time but you grabbed his hand again "Wait. Before you leave let me be selfish this once" He was confused but then he felt you hold his hand and you pull him closer to you, he was caught completely off guard "H-hey! You are not worthy to lay a finger on me!" You lean closer to his face but stop so close to his face, you internally wheezed seeing his face already red and hearing him gulp, before you could lean any further you softly whisper "I'll show you how serious I am about helping you" You lean forward and connect your lips to his, his eyes widen but for some reason he couldn't push you nor pull away from you, he slowly but surely melted into your touch. The glowing mushrooms perfectly illuminated both your figures, you both ironically formed a heart shadow. From afar Nahida giggles seeing both of you, she was happy to see that her little plan worked in the end.

well after headache naps really get my creative brain going. give me chibi scara on 3.3 livestream please im gonna burst into a million pieces.

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Campout - Xavier Thorpe [pt.4]

summary: the friendgroup is going on a camping trip and miscalculated how many tents they needed, so now you have to share a tent with your least favorite person.

warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, multiple parts, fear of drowning

word count: 857

a/n: yeah that's right, im back bitches. i seriously lost so much motivation to continue writing this series but i keep getting dms and asks from people expressing how much they love this and how they cant wait for the next chapter. so to all those lovely people, big hugs and kisses to you!

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] . . .

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As you were resting your head against the tree behind you, trying to calm yourself down for a minute, Xavier seemed to have disappeared for a bit. Not that you minded, you could use the moment for yourself. The last thing you wanted was for him to laugh at you for being so scared of a little water. He had most likely just run off somewhere, not wanting to stay near a crybaby like you. But you really couldn't give a damn about where he went, as long as it was far away from you. Tears had finally stopped coming, breathing becoming normal again. The sounds of the birds chirping and the water streaming down the river definitely helped calm you down, you wanted to stay here for a while without having to worry about anything else.

In the meantime, Xavier had gone back towards the salesman to pay for the kayak that was now long gone with the stream, but the man didn't seem to mind once he saw Xavier pull out a check with way more value than the crappy kayak he lost. He even offered him a single person kayak so that he could still continue the race on his own while you stayed here waiting for the others to come back. Turning around to look at your figure peaking out from behind the large tree, he smiled to himself before kindly declining the offer.

You jumped a little when you suddenly saw a hand appearing from behind the tree you were sitting against, holding up a bottle of water out to you. Eyes moving up from the hand to the face of the owner, you gave Xavier a confused look before returning your gaze to the bottle.

"Are you gonna take it or what?". Taking the bottle out of his hands and taking a cold sip, you couldn't help but wonder what had gotten to him all of a sudden. After taking another few sips, you broke the silence by asking him a burning question. "Why did you help me just now?"

"Would you have preferred it if I took you on a three hour kayak trip?". You didn't respond to his question, both already knowing the answer to that.

"Can I ask you something?", he spoke up after a couple seconds of silence.

"Since when do you ask for permission to say something?", completely ignoring what you just said he asked the question that has been on his mind ever since the incident with the kayak earlier.

"What happened back there? I mean, you looked like you'd seen a ghost or something.", knowing that question would come at some point you decided to just be honest and tell him the truth. Besides, you're probably stuck with him for a couple hours, so you didn't think it would hurt to not spend those hours in complete silence.

"I'm scared of drowning and sitting in that kayak just didn't feel safe to me at all. Can't really help it, I've had it for years.". You were looking down at the ground, playing with your fingers in the dirt as you were too afraid to look him in the eye right now. "Go ahead, make a stupid remark. I know you want to."

"I actually think you're really brave for still getting in that kayak, many people would've bolted the second Enid revealed we'd do something with water. That's a whole achievement on it's own, you know.". You stopped playing with the dirt and looked him straight in the eye, trying to find something that would explain his sudden kindness.

"Who are you and what have you done with Xavier.", he chuckled at your response. "Believe it or not, but I'm not an ass all of the time."

"I used to be really afraid of preforming on stage as a kid so my dad always forced me to show my talent to all his famous friends in order for me to overcome my fear, but it wasn't a great success. He was so disappointed that his only son was too afraid to use the one thing that made him unique. I went to therapist after therapist in the hopes that one of them would fix me. But, ironically, disappointing people has become my new biggest fear. It's why I push people away. If I'm not close with anyone I can't disappoint them either, right?"

Realizing that there might have been a logical explanation for Xavier's annoying behavior all this time made you think to yourself; maybe he wasn't so bad after all. He saw you at your most vulnerable moment, and instead of being a complete ass like he usually is, he's opening up about his own vulnerability to give you comfort. You appreciate what he did, you appreciate him. Perhaps you two have more in common than you think. Perhaps you could even become friends after this. It might finally give you some peace, and Enid probably wouldn't mind to have her long awaited relaxing vacation she's been longing for. Or will the two of you create some chaos together now?

To be continued . . .

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