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r3starttt · 4 months

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Look what you started

a/n: i love this sm, first time writing something +18 detailed so any suggestions are more than welcomed 🩷

Prt 2.

Warnings: mentions of murder, stabbing, blood, bullying, oral (r! receiving) fingering (r! receiving), dom e!, sub r!, “mama” “princess” “babe/baby”.

and I think that’s all, let me know if there’s something else Ty!

“You took this shit from zero to a hundred, babe”

You’ve gotten into a very privileged arts university. Your dream had always been becoming an artist so you’d do anything necessary to achieve it. You got there with help of a scholarship and even though you weren’t the only one, people couldn’t contain themselves, so they stared to make fun of you for not being as rich at them, how fucking stupid.

But how could you guilt them? they were born rich, grew up rich, didn’t had to fight for anything in life and all of them were ignorants with luck, very good luck. And then there was you and all the other not so privileged students who had to prove they were worth the money. Who had to basically beg to be where they were and who had to conform with being treated like dogs.

And your life was that until you meet Ellie. People talked about her and how cruel she was, yet for you she was just another rich girl at your school.

There were rumors about how she got killed anyone who deared to disrespect her the minimum, or at least that’s what people thought since every time someone didn’t treated her with pure privilege they would loose everything and then disappear.

She was also the best student, excellent grades, loads of awards and recognitions, never had failed an exam in her whole life. And of course people talked about it, because as much as rich kids try to bully the non privileged, they’ll still recognized they’re unable to be smart and try hard, they’re too privileged to even think about it.

So when Ellie first approached to you when you were on the library preparing for an exam you thought your life was over. You thought you had nothing to offer to her so you probably did something that got her mad without realizing. Maybe she got mad because she noticed how you stayed nearby whenever people gossiped about her?. Whatever it was, this was it. You were the perfect target.

“I’ve been looking at you for a while, I like you” you freezed, she looked so serious and confident to be lying, why would she? “Let’s go on a date, if you don’t like me back I’ll leave you alone” you probably looked as freaked out as you felt because a smirk formed on her freckled face “I won’t hurt you I promise, not unless you do something wrong” you didn’t cared if she meant it or not, if this was a threat or a very cheap way to try and convince you. Whatever it was you couldn’t take any risks “it’s fine, I’d like to”.

And that’s how all started, she wasn’t anything like what you were expecting. She was caring and so polite. After the first date you had with her you couldn’t help but fall for her completely. So you kept going on dates until eventually you’ve started to date officially.

People kept on talking shit about you, and it got even worse once you started to date her. Comments about how you were only with her for the money and how you’d dump her once collage was over were the ones that repeated the most.

And Ellie couldn’t take it. She tried her best to not care until you got physically abused by one of those students. It was the first time you feared her, she was mad and screaming at you, you feared she could hurt. And ironically it was that same fear that made you confess yourself in the very beginning.

One week or so after the incident, the girl that had left your body bruised went to you, screaming how a bitch you were for complaining to Ellie. She told you how her parents got fired, how she had got expulsed from collage and how her life was going down, how this was all your fault.

And you knew nothing about her after that day. Until Ellie took you on a date, or so you thought, because where you got to the place you were supposed to have the date you saw her, the girl that had spread rumors about you, the girl that grabbed you by the hair because she was jealous and then proceeded to hit you.

And you were confused, blinded. You knew what this was all about but didn’t want to accept it.

You were in front of the girl, she was on her knees, arms and legs tied up “I’m so sorry, I swear I won’t tell anyone just let me go. You’ll never see me again please” the girl begged, her voice was loud and shaky.

“Girl, you know what you did”

You turned your face to look at Ellie, she was sitting on a chair behind you. You were studying her face, but there was no single thing you could read on her. Her gaze turned straight to your scared eyes “cmon… what’re you scared of mhm?” her voice was the same gentle one that made you fall in love with her yet you were freaked out “go on pretty girl, I know you can do it” she stood up and walked to you, cupping your almost teary face with her cold hands “do it for me yeah?” her lips pressed on yours and then she let go of you.

She leaned you a knife and caressed your shaky hand softly with her thumb, you could feel her eyes looking through you. You just nodded quietly, letting her know you would do it.

“Look what you started”

The girl kept on screaming and begging for you to stop, but the fear, the shock and the rage combined on your body made you blurry her voice. You could her nothing but your heavy breathing and the way your steps sounded on the floor as you got closer.

And just as you blinked you realized the knife in your hand was now buried deep into the girls neck. Blood all over your face, all over your body. You hated blood, even your own, you wanted to throw up. Your hand moved without you realizing it, in and out of the girls body. Blood kept coming out, making a mess of you.

You felt sick, not because of what you did but because of how dirty you were. Just before your thoughts could get all over your mind, a pair of cold hands embraced your body from behind, taking the knife slowly off your hands.

“You did so good baby” her hands move from your hands to your shoulders, the knife was now on her hands. She turned you around softly and hugged you tightly. You could hear her heartbeat as she pressed your head on her chest. “I’m so proud of you, you’re good now, calm down yeah?” You felt her rubbing your back with her hand, up and down on until the euphoria eventually disappeared.

She assured you her dad would take care of it, you trusted her since now you knew it wasn’t the first time this happened. You took a last glance on the girls cold dead body before Ellie escorted you away, back to the car she had drove you on before all happened.

During the drive home you could only stare at her. You felt the dried blood all over you and some hairs sticking on your face. Your mind was so full of thoughts It felt empty. This was the first time you killed someone, how could you pretend everything was fine?

There was a mix of euphoria and insane guilt, seeing them bleed out on the floor infront of you and ellie after you’ve stabbed them was disgusting and just shocking.

“What’s going through your head?”

As ellie drove, she looked over at you a few times with a smug smile, noticing how you were staring back “why are you so quiet? are you worried you’ll get caught?” her right hand moved on top of yours, tangling her fingers with yours. “Mhm?…no” you let out a loud sigh “just…. It’s the blood, I hate it”

“Are you sorry?”

“you’ll get used to it babe” ellie said in a reassuring tone as she looked back out on the road, continuing to drive them back to Ellie’s apartment “its always hard in the beginning, the guilt can make you want to throw up and you dont even realize how much you want to look away when the blood begins to pour”

“There’s nothing else to say”

You just nodded in silence. You were too shocked to do anything else, too tired from your thoughts to speak as you usually did. “I’ll be good, I’ll get over it” you reassured, more for yourself than to calm Ellie.

The rest of the drive back to Ellie’s was quiet. Just some music from the radio that you eventually turned on to try and focus on something else than your sticky body and the smell of blood all over you.

Once you got there she helped you get out of the car, grabbing your hands all the way to her apartment. Everything felt so surreal. Time was slow yet so fast and your body felt like it wasn’t yours. Maybe it was the smell of blood that was overwhelming you.

She lead you to her bathroom and turned the water on for you to shower. Her hands were all over your body as she helped you get undressed “you won’t to it again, I just wanted that bitch to get what she deserved” you felt her lips pressing on your forehead gently and her hands holding yours “it’s okay ellie, I’m fine” your appearance said the total opposite. Tainted cheeks, plump shaky lips that you were biting since you got out of the car, teary empty eyes and a body full of blood. Yet Ellie showed no mercy or empathy towards you, she did loved you, just not enough to feel pity for your looks. She had got what she wanted from you.

Ellie got in the shower first, leading you with her hands holding yours. You felt the hot water running all over your tense body, you could see how it turned red and how the blood on your face started to run all over your body, from your hair to your toes.

She helped you to clean yourself, she was moving your body as she wanted to, yet you didn’t hesitate. Too full of thoughts to even try to.

Her hands full of shampoo giving you a scalp massage, then full of soap removing the blood from your body. Soft kisses here and there as she cleaned you. Her hands all over your body, so tender and gentle. “Hey…. look at me, mhm? c’mon” you stared at her tattoo as she grabbed you by your chin “stop thinking about it, we’re fine, there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll never dare to put you in any danger” your eyes finally connected with hers, and so did your lips. Water running in between your bodies and mouth, tasting a bit like soap.

Ellie slowly ran her fingers down your torso, your hips, and your thighs, as a corky smile appeared in her face “you’re so beautiful” she whispered gently “and you’re all mine”. her lips kept on going lower and lower leaving tiny bites and kisses from your jawline, to your neck, to your clavicle. Her body pressed close against yours as water run in between.

You felt how her lips latched around one of your hardened nipples, sucking on it as one of her hands toyed with the other. A low whimper came out of you now slightly opened mouth as your hands moved at the back of Ellie’s hair, playing with it. She kept on leaving kisses all over your body, a few small bruises on your chest.

Ellie started to slide down on her knees, slowly, dragging her nails along your tender skin. You moved your head along her body, staring at her every move. Your hands cupping Ellie’s face gently, making her look back at you.

She stared back as she let her fingers gently move up and down your body, feeling the smoothness of your skin under the warm water. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, ever” she spoke softly, pulling your body close to her.

"I love you" you replied on a whisper. Your hands moved closer to Ellie’s lips, moving your thumb on top of her lips, caressing them. Ellie moved her mouth to cover your thumb, kissing it and sucking it slightly. “i love you too princess".

Just as you removed your thumb from her pretty lips you saw how she got her face close to your cunt, leaving small kisses on it as her hands move around your thighs. Her nose pressing on your clit caused shivers all over your body, moving your hands back to Ellie’s hair, pulling her even closer to you.

The mix of the warm water and your skin sticking on her made it so hard for her to breathe but she didn’t mind it, she was to focused on your pleasure and how delicious you taste to even bother.

Her tongue slowly sliding in between your folds as her nose presses on your plump delicate bud. You kept on letting out small whimpers, almost as if you were crying from pleasure, needy for more.

Her hands moved up, from your thighs to your breasts, cupping them and toying with your nipples again. Her tongue moving up and down, side to side and in all posible patterns on your sensitive cunt, teasing you by licking just outside your entrance.

She continued with her motions, until you were shaking and feeling a knot of pleasure forming on your stomach. Just as you’re nearing your orgasm she stops abruptly. Both, her hands and tongue stopped moving.

Before a confused look could form on your face, her right hand slid down your body to your now aching cunt, slowly circling your entrance “you’re doing so good for me baby” her face moved to make eye contact with you once again, smiling at the sight of your desperate face “let me hear you mhm? be loud for me” and you nodded.

Two of her fingers finally plunged in, curling and hitting just the right spot. You did as she asked and started to moan her name loudly “m-mmhm Ellie…. please” your voice came out a bit shaky.

“please what mhm? say it mama, c’mon” her thrusts became more aggressive each second, making it harder for you to speak, to focused on the pleasure “m-more” you managed to beg.

Her face got closer to your clit again, sucking on it as her fingers kept on thrusting on your cunt. The sound of your whimpers made her grown, sending vibrations to your sensitive bud and making you moan nonstop.

“m’gonna cum” you moan dumb, and you can feel how she get more aggressive and fast, until the knot on your stomach finally releases. And as you turn your face down you can see her licking all.

Her fingers kept on moving after you had released, slowing down and finally retiring them out of your cunt, licking them.

She gave you a small kiss on one of your thighs before standing up again. Water running over your bodies “liked your reward?” she said gently, pressing her lips with yours before you could even answer. You could feel her smiling.

“If this is what I’ll get for killing annoying bitches then I’ll do it more frequently” your breathing was still a bit shaky as you spoke, making Ellie chuckle “you’ll get this just for being with me”.

And now it’s your turn to clean her properly, and maybe even reward her back, just for having a soft spot for you.

Prt.2

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milo-manheim-luver · 10 months

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The Night We Met- Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

summary: rafe thinks you two met at a party years ago, but finds out you two had actually met a year before that. but why can’t he remember? and what happened that night?

warnings: major drug use, drug overdose, angst, mentions of alcohol, fluff, ooc rafe, suggestive content and defs cringy at the end lol. also might be a bit short? idek.

a/n: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THE WARNINGS ABOVE don’t know how i feel about the ending but i’m gonna yolo it. thought of this idea/concept when i was listening to the song below:

“you know, i’m so fucking happy you said ‘yes’. i honestly don’t know what i would’ve done if you hadn’t” rafe spoke as he held Y/N in his arms, curled up in the bed at his father’s house in the bahamas. one arm wrapped around the young woman’s back as the other gripped her bare thigh against his hip. the young woman’s hand drew imaginary shapes against his chest before looking up into his deep blue eyes.

“i could never say the word ‘no’ to you my love. never. i’m yours. forever and always. you’re the best thing that’s happened to me and i’m so happy i’m finally a cameron” Y/N face cracked into a wide smile, as she continued to gaze into rafe’s eyes, as he broke into a rare, genuine smile. the two had just gotten married the night before, and were now just relaxing in the privacy of rafe’s, father’s home in the bahamas.

“im so happy we met. truly, i am. i love you baby” rafe whispered down to his newly wedded wife, moving his hand from holding her bare thigh, to push back a piece of her hair from her face, as he planted a gentle, but passionate kiss to her plump lips.

“i love you too hunny” she whispered as their lips detached from one another’s. “d-do you remember the night we met?” Y/N continued, swallowing the lump in her throat. she knew she’d have to tell him her secret eventually, and now seemed like the perfect time as they were about to spend the rest of their lives together.

“uh yeah… i think so? pretty sure it was that banger of a party top was having my senior year of high school. you had come to the party with sarah. you guys had only been friends for about a year or two by then? i couldn’t stop looking at you” rafe chuckled at the memory as he continued. “i got you on my team as we played beer pong… and we killed it. everyone else we went up against sucked so bad” rafe continued to hold her in his arms, looking down to admire the woman he’d just gotten so lucky to marry.

“uh… r-rafe um m-my love. c-can i tell you something?” Y/N stuttered out to rafe. she was so scared to tell him how wrong he was, but she knew it had to be done.

“babe, you know you can tell me anything. what is it?” rafe questioned, as his hand on her bare thigh, began to rub soothing circles into her soft skin.

“that’s not the night we met… um… do you remember that story you told me about your overdose incident you had when you were only seventeen?” Y/N whispered out, not wanting to upset rafe by bringing up a hard time from his past that he was never proud of.

“uh, yeah. i do. that night is kinda a blur still to this day. all i remember is doing a few too many lines and waking up in the kildare island hospital two days later. doctors said if whoever had made the call, called five minutes later i’d be dead. why?” he spoke softly, as he replayed the memories in his brain. he’s hurt so many people during that period of time. he wished he’d never even started doing the drug, but at the time he felt as if that was the only thing that could save him from himself.

the young woman began to shake involuntary, getting her lovers attention, “babe why are you shaking? did i go too hard earlier?” he chuckled out lightheartedly, trying to lighten her mood.

“i’m shaking because i feel bad for keeping something from you. and yeah you did go hard, but i’m not complaining…. but that’s besides the point. please hear me out and don’t get mad. i only did it to protect you” she rambled on as rafe’s facial expression changed from a smile, to a stone-cold look, going completely serious.

she took his silence and stare as a sign to continue on what she had been keeping from him for the last 5 years. “that night you overdosed, i had come over to tannyhill to talk to sarah about something a-and when i got there…. there was nobody home… u-until i walked past your room a-and you were just pacing back and forth like some crazy guy” Y/N sniffled out as she moved her hand from drawing imaginary shapes from rafe’s chest, to cradle his left cheek as she spoke.

Y/N had just arrived to tannyhill, as her and sarah had to start working on a school project soon. but as soon as she arrived to the house, it was completely empty. she was always welcomed in, even when nobody was home. rose and ward had adored her as soon as they’d met her six months before tonight. it also helped that Y/N family were close business partners with ward as well.

as soon as Y/N walked up the spiral staircase, calling out sarah’s name, to see if she was home, she rounded the corner trying to find sarah. instead of sarah, however she found sarah’s brother, pacing his room back and forth, mumbling words to himself. he’d seemed to be twitching, and almost shaking as he was pacing, alarming Y/N a small amount. she’s decided to step into his doorway to see if he was okay.

rafe’s eyes softened as his girl spoke of what really happened that night he’d almost died, nodding his head in her hand, signaling her to continue. “i approached you babe, and you started getting all paranoid, you were yelling at me, which i guess wasn’t that abnormal for you at the time from what i’d heard from others. you started marching over to me as you continued to yell, i think you were going to push me, but i don’t know, but then you just fell to the ground and started dry heaving involuntarily, as your breathing became unsteady. it scared me…. i’d never seen anyone like that before. b-but then y-you turned all pale and completely passed out. i-i didn’t know what to do so i ran over to you to see what happened” Y/N started to whimper, as a single tear fell from her tear duct, and rolled down her soft cheek.

“hey, rafe, right? it’s Y/N, sarah’s friend. are you okay? you don’t look too good” Y/N asked politely to the young teenage boy, who stopped his pacing to look up at the girl.

“who the hell are you? what are you doing in my house? huh?” the young man yelled, as he began to walk up towards the girl, ready to shove her out of his room, but before he could get close enough, he hunched over, involuntarily dry heaving, as his breathing became more rapid, drawing even more red flags in the young teenage girls brain.

his face started to turn as white as a ghost, before he ultimately lost consciousness completely, falling limp onto his bedroom floor. Y/N immediately ran over the boys sides to see what she could do.

rafe’s eyes began to water, as he stared down at Y/N, seeing her slowly crack and break down into his arms. something he had dwelled forever; seeing his lover heartbroken and distraught. he’d never wanted to see her this way. it ached him to see her this way, and to know he was the cause made it 10x worse. “b-baby, continue…. finish the story. i can take it” rafe’s voice cracked as he urged his lover to tell the rest of the story. he was in shambles at the moment, tears welling up in his eyes as they started to pour out one by one.

“as soon as i’d ran over to your body, i picked your head up, trying to talk to you. i was just trying to figure out what you had taken. but then i’d remembered hearing from sarah before that you’d been doing a lot of cocaine, but in all seriousness i don’t think anyone noticed how bad your addiction really was.” Y/N whispered out, as she relived that night in her head one more time. she soon continued, “i was trying to find a pulse as i still held your head in my arms. i could barely hear it, and your skin was on fire. i’d just assumed it was a drug overdose, s-so i called 9-1-1”

the young teenage girl cradled the young drug addict’s head in her arms carefully, immediately feeling the extreme heat radiating from his skin, alarming the girl further. why was he on fire? and why did he completely pass out? Y/N soon came to realization what was possibly happening as soon as she remembered the conversation her and sarah were having the week before. sarah had been complaining to Y/N about her brother’s ‘slight’ drug problem. the drug of his choice however had been cocaine. sarah was always telling her how everytime he’d do a line or two, he’d get extremely paranoid and more aggressive than normal.

“rafe, wake up” the worried girl cried out to the passed out boy. “rafe, what did you take? how much did you take?!” she cried out again, but no answer to avail. she huffed and puffed as she started to cry, trying to find a pulse. she could barely hear his heartbeat through his carotid artery. she could not be responsible for his possible drug overdose. she would not. so, Y/N grabbed her phone from her back pocket of her jeans, and dialed 9-1-1.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” the older lady spoke through the phone.

“hi, um i need an ambulance to the Cameron estate at tannyhill immediately! there’s a possible cocaine drug overdose! please come quick! i-i don’t know how much longer h-he will keep breathing” Y/N weeped into her phone, as she tried to keep her cool.

“ma’am, i need you to calm down. what’s your name?” the older lady asked through the phone to the young distraught girl.

“y-Y/N. what’s yours?” Y/N asked the lady.

“my name is susannah. Y/N i need you to tell me if they’re still breathing.” susannah spoke calmly to the young girl.

“u-uh yeah, it’s super faint though. is he gonna die?!” Y/N started sobbing as she continued to cradle rafe’s head.

“Y/N… do you know what possible drug they could’ve overdosed on? and do you know how much they took? their height or weight?”

“h-he does cocaine i believe. or at least that’s what i’ve been told. he’s uh maybe 6’2ish? i’m not sure. i-i don’t know how much he did though. i-i’m not sure how much he weighs but i do know that hes more of a muscular build if that helps” Y/N stuttered out to susannah, the 9-1-1 dispatcher.

“okay, Y/N stay with me. take deep breaths. help is on the way” susannah continued to speak to Y/N.

“y-you we-were the one who called the a-ambulance?” rafe croaked out to Y/N as he finally cracked. he was a mess. tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to hold in his sobs, but no longer could. he was so tired of fighting to not show any emotion, so he didn’t fight it anymore. he continued through his sobs, “y-you were m-my savior t-that night?” the young man was wrapping his head around the realization that his newly wedded wife was the angel that saved his life all those years ago when he almost ended it after taking too much of the white drug.

Y/N just softly nodded her head, “i was baby… i was. i know i should’ve told you sooner. but i didn’t, i-i wanted to protect you from knowing the full truth because i know you’re gonna beat yourself up over it. that’s how you are; you will get so mad at yourself for something you’ve done that you slowly start to hurt yourself. i can’t let that happen to you baby” Y/N engulfed him into a hug, as her arms cradled his head into her chest as he wept.

“as soon as the ambulance got there, the cops also arrived. i gave my statement and since i was under eighteen, for legal reasons, they never put my name in that statement. that’s why you never knew and why they never told you. my love…. d-don’t be mad please.” the young woman stuttered out, scared her new husband was mad at her.

rafe lifted his head from her chest, sniffling, “i-i could never be mad at you baby…. never. i-i wanna tell you w-what the doctors told m-my dad and i… can i tell you?” Y/N wiped away rafe’s tears that continuously leaked from his eyes, as she nodded in response, wanting to know everything he knew.

it took rafe a moment to compose himself then began, “when i woke up two days later, obviously i told you that the doctor said that if whoever hadn’t called when they did or even 5 minutes later i’d be dead. i never told you why that was”

“what do you mean my love?” Y/N softly spoke as she looked into rafe’s deep blue eyes, with a look of worry in her own eyes to know the truth.

“i mean… the cocaine i took that night had been laced with small amounts of fentanyl which is why i lost complete consciousness and almost stopped breathing. they had to give me three doses of NARCAN and wait for the best. my dad made sure to keep that part secret, because having all of his business partners know about my cocaine problem was bad enough. he didn’t want anyone to know i’d accidentally done fentanyl as well.” rafe sighed as he remembered the look on his father’s face when he woke up: pure disappointment.

“really rafe? really? cocaine overdose? laced with fentanyl?! how do you think that’s going to make the family look? huh? i’m going to have to pay people off from telling others. this cannot get out” ward went on to his son about how he’d screwed up. it’d only been a day since rafe had woken up from his small coma and ward was already being insensitive to the teenage boys drug problem.

“d-dad i’m sorry. i didn’t know how else to cope with my feelings. it was the only escape i had from feeling like shit. w-when i take it, i feel-i feel almost happy” rafe tried to explain to his father, who in return just scoffed harshly.

“rafe… you need to get your shit together. i’m so sick of you coming up with all these excuses. you keep this shit up and you’re out of the house. got it?” ward sneered back to his only son, who only cowered his head down and nodded in return.

“rafe… you never told me that. why?” Y/N asked sweetly as she continued to gaze into rafe’s blue eyes.

“i’m not proud of that moment in my life. i was embarrassed for so many years. my father paid off people from telling others. he was so disappointed in me. you should’ve seen the look in his eyes the day after i woke up.” rafe sighed softly as he spoke.

“hunny, i’m sorry you went through that. never feel embarrassed about your struggles. i hope you know that no matter what, i will always love you. i will never be disappointed in you. i know that’s different coming from me and not him, but just remember i’ll always be by your side” Y/N thought thoroughly as she spoke every word with love.

“after the overdose incident… and seeing how scared my sisters were, and rose, i wanted so badly to get clean but i couldn’t go to rehab because then word would get out and it’d ruin my father’s deals and business. so i had to do it myself. it took awhile… and it was hard. but i eventually did it. after meeting you, well, from when i thought we met for the first time, you gave me strength to stay clean even when i had the urges” rafe smiled through more tears as he looked down at his wife.

“my love, i’m so proud of you. nothing you went through was easy. i hope you know that. and i hope you know i love you so much and if you ever feel like you have an urge you tell me. got it?” she spoke softly as she still caressed his cheeks looking into his eyes and to his lips.

rafe leaned down, planting his lips onto Y/N, kissing them repeatedly, as did she, and planting one last kiss that was full of love and passion, then pulled away.

“i love you baby. you’re my everything. i promise to come to you if i ever need anything or have an urge. i promise to not hurt you like i did to others i love in the past. i won’t put you through all the shit i put everyone else through all those years ago” rafe smiled again down at Y/N.

“i love you too with all my heart. now prove your love mr cameron” Y/N smirked up at rafe as he chuckled loudly.

“your wish is my command… but are you up for it?” he raised an eyebrow in question with a smirk planted on his face.

“i think i’ve rested enough… just give it to me” she smirked as rafe leaned down placing his lips onto hers harshly, pulling away once more.

“got it mrs cameron. got it. i’m gonna give it to you now” he smirked as he flipped the two over so he was hovering over her again.

“love you” she smiled as there noses briskly touched.

“love you too, my savior. now how about some kids?”

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petite-phthora · 11 months

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Oh, he’s stupid.

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 4]

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Part 1

Ao3

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“THAT CLOWN I PUNCHED WAS THE JOKER?!”

The frenzied question stuns Jason for a moment.

Oh. He realizes. He’s stupid.

...

Fuck, he wants to kiss him so bad.

Slightly incredulous, he manages to get out a question of his own in response.

“Just how many insane clowns do you think we have wandering around Gotham?”

“I don’t know, man! I’ve only been here for less than a week. And it’s Gotham, there’s a new rogue like every other week!”

Jason considers his point for a moment before conceding.

“… You know what? That’s fair.”

Danny slumps in his chair with a groan, his cheeks slightly dusted pink due to embarrassment. He puts his forehead on the table. Slightly worried, Jason speaks up.

“Are you alright?”

“Just peachy. Not even a week in a new city and I already managed to dispose of one of the city’s most infamous rogues, and I wasn’t even aware of it. Ugh, my sister’s gonna kill me. Fully this time.”

Right. Jason’s not gonna touch upon that last statement with a ten-foot pole.

Instead, he suggests “Well, you could try to keep it from her but, knowing how siblings can be, she’ll probably find out anyway. Better rip off the metaphorical band-aid and tell her yourself first so she’ll be less mad about you keeping it from her.”

Danny seems to think it over for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, if I tell her beforehand she might be merciful enough to make it painless.”

Jason lets out a snort. He then considers something before speaking up.

“I could… show you around sometime if you’d like? Explain some standard protocols, show you which places to avoid, which places to visit… So something like this doesn’t happen again…?”

“I’d… like that” Danny days, looking up at him with a small smile.

“So…” Jason decides to switch topics “Tell me some more about yourself, you’re studying aerospace engineering, right?”

Danny decides it’s better not to ask how Red Hood found out all this information about him. If he were in any danger from the other, he probably wouldn’t have gotten flowers or been taken out to dinner anyway.

“Oh, yeah! When I was little I actually wanted to be an astronaut, but due to health reasons, that’s unfortunately not possible anymore. So instead, I decided to combine my mechanical engineering knowledge with my love for space. This way, I might still be able to land a job at NASA.”

Jason ponders over the possibility of sneaking Danny onto the watchtower.

They get interrupted by a waiter approaching their table, nervously asking if they’d like to order dessert.

“Oh, I’ll have some cannoli please!” Danny says.

Ah, a man after his own heart.

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When they get to the observatory, Jason already notices Danny’s excitement growing the closer they get.

He managed to rent the place out for tonight, not having been in the mood for a tour or something. Besides, if he really wanted to know more about the stars, he’s pretty sure his date Danny’s got that covered for him.

“Over there you can see Ursa Major and Ursa Minor! They’re also known as The Big and Little Dipper, and are some of the easiest constellations to spot, mainly due to their pan shape. Though, the Big Dipper isn't the entire constellation, but actually only a part of Ursa Major, just the tail.”

Danny had started to tell him about the different constellations they should be able to see at this time of the year, using the telescope to navigate towards them and then letting Jason take a look while he tells him all about what they’re looking at.

“Oh! And there’s Hydra! While some parts of the constellation are visible for about half of the year, around this time of year the full constellation should be visible! It is both the largest and longest constellation.”

Danny seems to be practically glowing.

Wait, scratch that. Danny is glowing.

Jason takes a good look at Danny while he’s rambling. Not only does he seem to be emitting a soft glow, but his hair is also slowly starting to float as if he’s underwater. It looks like his meta powers are probably acting up.

Moreover, his freckles, which were very faint before, are now glowing a bright and familiar Lazarus green, which Jason finds mildly concerning. But also… kinda cute…

He tenses a little, keeping a wary eye on Danny, before slowly relaxing as he notices Danny is still excitedly going on about the Hydra constellation.

“Did you know Hydra is also often referred to as The Water Snake? The naming is based on the myth where a crow served Apollo a cup of water with a hydra snake in it. Apollo then caught the crow and was so enraged that he threw the cup and the snake into the sky.”

Yeah, no matter the connection Danny might have to the Lazarus Pits. There’s no need to worry about this fucking nerd, Jason notes with a small hint of fondness.

At the end of their little observatory tour, the glow around Danny starts to dim and his hair stops floating. The glowing of his freckles has also started to disappear, though he is still beaming.

Well, he’d call that a successful first date.

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After their date, Jason brings Danny back to his apartment on his motorcycle. Once they’ve arrived and Danny is about to leave, Jason blurts something out.

“Oh wait! Before you go…”

Danny looks at him questioningly.

“Can I have your number?” he quickly asks, glad that his helmet is obscuring his reddened face.

He watches the way Danny lights up, his cheeks dusted light pink.

“Ah, uh. Sure!” the space nerd stammers.

Jason takes out a pen that he totally hadn’t taken with him just for this occasion and hands it over. Danny takes the pen and pauses, looking Jason in his Red Hood outfit over, before taking a gentle hold of Jason’s hand.

He glances up at Jason with a questioning glance, asking if he’s okay with this. Jason gives him a nod, that he really hopes doesn’t come over as too eager, in return.

Either way, it seems to be enough for Danny, who then proceeds to move down Jason’s glove a bit and write down his number on Jason’s hand.

Once he’s done, he puts the glove back in place and hands the pen back. Danny’s face is red and he’s grinning. Cute… Jason stays silent, not trusting his voice, and nods in thanks.

“So, I’ll uh see you… next time?” He asks, hope lacing his voice.

Again, Jason just nods in response.

“Great! Cool cool cool. Uh, yeah, uh Toodaloo Kangaroo?” He ends his statement with an awkward grin and finger guns, stumbling when he tries to walk backward.

Fuck me.

He watches as Danny rubs the back of his neck sheepishly before waving him goodbye and turning around, making his way into the apartment complex.

Jason keeps his eyes on Danny as he watches him disappear into the building before tugging off his glove and lowering his gaze to the phone number scrawled on his hand.

He swallows as he realizes that oh, he’s in deep.

#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #jason: *falling harder once he realises that while danny has intelligence he's also kinda stupid*#jason is moronsexual #in dannys defence he had been a little preoccupied by the fact that there was another crazy clown after him #if danny had a nickel for every time an insane clown has tried to kidnap/kill him he'd have two nickels #which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice right?#he also decides to not question how the (former) crime boss got his info #and jason decides to ignore any suspicous or concering shit #he just wants this cute twink as is bf is that too much to ask?#no he doesnt care about the concerning lack of info on danny and his town #he's cute and he got rid of the joker so jason's willing to ignore that shit

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vhagarlovebot · 11 months

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VALENTINE’S DAY.

pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader.

summary: on valentine's day everything seems to have a discount for couples, so why not pretend to be one to save some money and have fun?

content warnings: fake dating trope, hurt/comfort, pining, some mildly suggestive content, confessions.

note: hello, lovely reader ! i just want to say a few things before you start reading. this was one of my first ever works here on this app but in a different blog way back when i used to write for the marauders. this was actually a request sent to me from a prompt list i can’t find anymore, and it was about sirius black. i edited it the best i could, so you’re probably still going to see some very poor grammar and it’s because i’d just started writing in english and because of that it is completely normal for me to still have problems writing in a language that isn’t mine. i really hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.

“YOU SHOULD COME WITH US.” your friend maris says, applying lipstick in front of her mirror.

“and be the third wheel?” you ask from your spot on her bed, flipping through the pages of a magazine. “it’s bad enough you are dating my brother.” sighing, you toss the magazine having lost all your attention. “besides, i’m sure aegon and aemond are on their way.”

at the sound of their names, cregan’s head appears in the door. “you didn’t hear?”

“what?” you roll your eyes.

“aegon has a date.” the couple says, looking at each other, and then you.

“he what? fucking traitor.” you get up, going for your phone. “didn’t even have the decency to tell me. but he’s go—aemond is calling me… i swear to the seven if he’s going to cancel our plans i’m goin’ to kill myself.”

cregan laughs, calling you a dramatic as he walks away.

“you heard?”

aemond laughs. “yea’, i played matchmaker.”

“aemond?!”

“stop being so dramatic, i’m on my way.”

“and who the fuck is his date?” you ask again.

you hear him sigh, but you really want to know who’s this girl your friend is ditching you for. “just a friend.” his answer doesn’t make you feel better at all. it’s silly but this tradition of the three of you eating junk food and watching slasher movies has been going on for three years. it all started the valentine’s day your useless ex-boyfriend dumped you and both of them cancelled their dates to stay with you. you never really thought this day would come.

“it’s okay, just one more reason to be mad about.” you collapse on the couch, going immediately for the remote to search for a movie. “you bringing the food, right?”

“about that…” you sigh, ready to be stood up. “maybe we should go out.”

“what?”

“just make sure to be ready by the time i get there.”

then the call cuts out.

maris and cregan look puzzled at you, asking what’s going on without actually asking. you shrug and that is the only answer you give them, because you really don’t know what his plans are.

and not even five minutes have passed when aemond is knocking on the door.

an expression of pure terror crosses your face and before cregan opens the door, you run to maris’ bedroom.

“what’s going on?” she asks, her dress half buttoned.

“aemond said something about going out,” you explain while going through her clothes. “and m’not going out in sweatpants.”

you find a red skirt that goes with one of your tops and with a little help from your raven-haired friend you have as a roommate, ten minutes later, with an “are you done?” coming from the living room, you are ready to go to wherever your friend is taking you.

aemond is chatting with cregan, neither of them aware of your presence, so you take the time to look at him… like really look at him.

he’s wearing his leather jacket, the one he got during sixth year at boarding school and hasn't taken off since then, the same one you used to see girls wearing all around campus when he was with them. never the same girl twice. aemond is dressed entirely in black and you can see his chest peeking out from his button down.

aemond catches you staring and looks at you with a raised eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, only to show you what’s behind his back; a bouquet of roses. it’s part of the tradition but it still makes your heart beat faster. you accept it with a smile, smelling them and leaving the bouquet on the table.

you pout, crossing your arms. “are you going to tell me what you have planned?”

“nope, let’s go.” aemond grabs your arm, dragging you out of there.

“no, seriously, he’s kidnapping me and you’re not doing anything.” you protest, looking back at your brother who just laughs, waving you goodbye. “i’m telling mom and dad!”

the door closes behind you and you let him walk you out of the building.

“aaand?” you ask once more, walking down the street, your arm around his.

you see couples everywhere, a few of them with flowers and balloons, holding hands, radiating love. and a part of you wishes for something like that. maybe not the balloons and a lot less cheesy, but the commitment, the tender love, someone with whom you can share your thoughts with, your nights, your future. you want to feel the passion, the need to have someone kissing every part of you, worshiping your body, sleepless night with bodies intertwined. you don’t want a one-night thing; you want it all.

“there’s a restaurant with discount for couples and is giving dessert for free.” his lilac eye looks straight into yours, a lopsided smile on his face. “and i was thinking about eating there, then bring dessert home and watch texas chain saw massacre on your couch.”

“that sounds like a great idea.” you smile, walking beside him a little more excited than before.

“you know we’ll have to pretend to be a couple, right?” he stops walking.

you roll your eyes. “know your limits.”

“i’m serious!”

“i know you've been dying to kiss me since forever, but that’s only going to happen in your dreams.”

he brings a hand to his chest, feigning sadness. “you are cruel.”

you slap his arm, pushing him aside. “fine, but keep your hands to yourself. i’m not one of your groupies.”

“you could be.”

“in your dreams.” he just laughs, walking by your side.

neither of you spoke again, but every time his arm grazed against yours a cold shiver ran down your spine. and that is something you haven’t felt since seventh year, when you walked in on aemond having sex with a girl and couldn’t look him in the eyes for weeks. you weren’t exactly quiet, dropping the books was what gave you away, and the girl was focused on something else, that being her body being pushed against the bed, so the only one who saw you was him. you’d think he would stop, maybe feel embarrassed, right? that is not aemond targaryen. he just kept doing it, eye focused on yours, on the way you held your breath when he moved his pelvis a certain way making her cry out. you were frozen in place, your eyes going from the spot where their bodies met to his eyes, and it was only when he moaned something that sounded a lot like your name, you got out of there.

you couldn’t look at him, opting instead on avoiding him and all the questions from your friends. eventually, what you saw was left in the past, even though he tried to talk about it you didn’t give him the chance. you couldn’t. even if a part of you wanted to know what he was going to say, even if you spent the rest of the year dreaming about it, wishing to be one of those girls. even if you still want to be one of those girls.

“oh gods.” you say, stopping in front of a sushi restaurant full of valentine’s day decorations.

the host greets you and aemond immediately gets into character, hand going to your lower back, right where your top meets the skirt, leaving a few centimeters of bare skin. your whole body reacts at that and it’s like touching the sun.

the whole place is full of heart-shaped balloons hanging from the ceiling, the tables have red tablecloths with red roses in vases, and each one of them is named after a romcom.

“your table.” the host smiles, stepping aside.

“no strings attached? really?” you could cry at how cheesy, awkward and stupid everything is.

“i wanted that one with matthew mcconaughey because it is your favorite, love. but it was already taken.” he seems genuinely sad and you smile, fixing the collar of his button down.

“it’s okay, aem.” you kiss his cheek. “thank you.” you give the man standing in front of you a smile and sit in the booth. it’s discrete and you are grateful for that, not wanting to pretend the whole time you are going to be there, afraid of arousing suspicion.

“your waiter is going to be here any minute. if you’ll excuse me.” the host walks away and you can finally breathe normally.

aemond sits beside you and when you make eye contact, it’s impossible not to laugh.

“i can’t believe we are doing this.” you hide behind your hands, making him laugh even more.

“i knew you’ll like it.” aemond winks at you. “no, but really, i can’t believe how they do this.”

“and how people like it.” you pretend to throw up, and he laughs again. “but at the same time it’s kind of cute?”

“are you serious?”

“it’s cute to see couples enjoying this day, going to restaurants like this and enjoy each other’s company.” you shrug, playing with the rose petals, avoiding eye contact.

“you want that?” he asks, moving closer, creating a bubble around the two of you.

“yeah.” this time you look up, meeting his eye looking intently at you. “i’ve wanted it for a long time, but i think i’m not made for that.”

aemond must see the sadness on your face, because he places his hand on top of yours. you smile, feeling the sudden urgency to run your fingers through his hair.

“i know the right guy for you is out there, maybe you just need to pay more attention.”

“you think so?” you lean towards him, whispering.

“maybe what you’re looking for is… right in front of you.”

you smell the cigarettes and peppermint on his breath and are almost able to see and count all the freckles on his face, you just need to move a little closer to know if his lips are as soft as they seem.

“aemond targaryen?”

a third voice startles both of you, and just like that the moment has passed.

a blonde girl stands in front of the table and by the pad and pencil in her hands you know she’s the waiter. she has green eyes and a bright smile addressed to aemond.

“do you—you known each other?” you ask when a minute has passed and none of them has said a word.

“um, yeah.” aemond moves away from you, hands resting on his thighs.

“i think the word known falls short.” the girl giggles and you want to throw up.

“i thought you were off tonight.” it’s like you are invisible for him right now.

in any other circumstance you wouldn’t care, but not today. not right now, not after what almost happened a moment ago, because you’re a hundred percent sure that if this girl hadn’t shown up you two would be doing a totally different thing.

“i didn’t know you were in a relationship.” her green eyes look at you. “i mean, if i’d known i wouldn’t have gone to your apartment yesterday.” there’s poison in her words, she’s doing it on purpose to hurt you, and succeeding.

you chuckle, closing your eyes. why does it hurt?

aemond says something and you immediately let your guard down, allowing you to believe, and wish, and dream about things that most likely aren’t going to happen. ever.

you thought the little crush you used to have on your brother’s best friend had vanished, but one night with him was enough to know that aemond targaryen still has power over you. that’s why you are never alone with him; you don’t trust yourself.

you never made a big deal about it until that incident in seventh year. that was the moment everything changed. but you were able to get over it, or so you thought.

“it’s okay.” you smile, trying not to look at aemond at all. “we’re just pretending, aemond wanted to get the discount.”

she giggles again. “couples only, sorry.” she doesn’t look sorry at all. “i’ll give you time to look at the menu.” with a flirty little smile, she disappears.

“why did you do that?” aemond asks, touching your arm for a second before you move away. you don’t want him to think something’s wrong, but it’s a little hard for you to pretend you’re not hurt.

“did what?” you play dumb, pretending to look at the menu.

“why did you tell her we’re not together?”

you frown. “’cause we’re not? and you had sex with her yesterday, if we’re going to pretend at least let me have some dignity.”

“you are getting it all wrong.” he huffs, running his hands through his hair. “if you let me explain—”

“you have nothing to explain, aemond.” you say, looking at him and trying to swallow the urge to scream. “i know how you are, we’re friends, remember?”

“but—”

“you know what? i think i would rather order something from mcdonald’s and call it a night.” smiling, you touch his hand trying to make it look like everything’s okay and you don’t want to jump in front of the blonde girl and scratch her face. “you are more than welcome to join.”

you don’t give him time to say something else, standing and walking out of the restaurant in less than a minute. not bothering to look back to know if he’s following, all you want to do is choke on ice cream and watch a movie, the thing you should be doing tonight in the first place.

the night is cold, but it helps to clear your mind.

you’re not even a block away, when his voice makes you stop in your tracks. “i like you.”

you’re surprised by his confession, even a little flame of hope taking place in your heart.

“tonight was supposed to be fun.” aemond sighs, and you know he’s scratching his neck, something he usually does when he’s nervous. “but i messed everything up.”

you stopped breathing after his first confession, but you still can’t turn around because you’re a coward, not sure what to do with a confession you have been dying to hear for so many years.

“i didn’t have sex with her.” you hear his footsteps and, in a second, he’s in front of you, his fingers lifting your chin up, lilac eye locked fixed on your face. “and haven’t had any in a very long time.”

“what?” you can’t hide the surprise in your voice.

he chuckles. “i know i haven’t been good at showing it, but i’ve had a crush on you since forever.”

“stop messing with me, aemond.” you don’t want to believe him, you really want to walk past him and forget this night happened at all. but the part inside of you that still wants this to be real, won’t let you.

“m’not!” both his hands are now on each side of your face, the only thing you can see is his good eye, his lips, the longing on his face. “i’ve wanted to tell you for a very long time… seventh year, to be exact.”

your eyes open a lot more at that. “are you—”

“yes.” he chuckles, his cheeks a soft pink. “it was stupid, but i thought you would take the hint. after all, i moaned your name on purpose.”

“shut up!” your face is burning, you don’t even need a mirror to know you’re blushing hard. “you were having sex with another girl, aemond.”

“but i was thinking of you.”

“that does not make me feel better, y’know.” you step away from him, taking some distance.

“i know, i’m an idiot.”

you silently agree, not jnderstand anything, tonight has been a blurry, a lot of things happening in so little time. old feelings resurfacing, jealousy, heartbreak, happiness.

“but i like you too, idiot.”

his face lights up. “i knew.”

“you—what?” you frown, heart about to get out of your chest.

“i had a feeling.” he shrugs, slowly getting closer to you again, making sure you are not running away this time.

“are you serious?”

“i think i just buried ‘em because was sure nothing was ever going to happen. you were, well, you. and i was not willing to suffer because of those feelings.” your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers interlocking in his soft hair.

“i always thought you deserved much better. and i was a total coward, too afraid of not being what you expected.” he smiles, his hands going to your waist and caressing your soft and delicate skin, still burning for his touch. “and i kept denying it and denying it. denying that my heart beats faster every time you walk into a room, that i want to kiss you every time you laugh, every time you make fun of cregan, or cry watching animal planet, or talk about what you like and don’t like. that the only thing i’ve wanted for years has been to hold you in my arms and touch every part of your body, to make you feel what i feel. to show you what love really means, to show you things you haven’t experienced before. and just… to be by your side.”

all you feel is him, his calloused hands creating patterns on your bare skin, his peppermint breath, his warm, rich, woody scent engulfing you. and for the first time in years, you let those feelings rise to the surface. you let yourself burn for aemond targaryen.

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zorosleftshoe · 1 year

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Think About Me - (c.b)

Pairing: Colby Brock x fem!reader

Warnings: maybe a swear word or two, angst to fluff

“But now that we’re done and it’s over

I bet you couldn’t believe

When you realized I’m harder to forget

Than I was to leave

I bet you think about me.”

“He asked about you the other day.” My eyes shot up from the computer screen at Kat’s words as we sat in my darkened living room. “Sam misses you too.”

“I don’t feel guilty.” Colby and I had been together for two years when he ended things. It had been another argument. Hateful words thrown at each other like sharpened daggers intended to kill. In the end, his excuse for the breakup was that our personalities clashed and we were just too different.

Now, months later, after removing myself completely from his life he still felt the need to ask Kat about my whereabouts or more importantly my current dating life. She did her best to stay neutral claiming we were both her friends but I knew it affected her being caught in the crossfire.

“Anyway, Sam can call me. I broke up with Colby. Not him.” Kat shrugged her shoulders and popped a few pieces of popcorn in her mouth. “What did he even ask this time?”

“If you were dating anyone.” Part of me wanted to believe that Colby felt guilty about how things ended between us. That was why he kept such close tabs on how I was doing but as weeks turned into months and he didn’t reach out I knew it was just his way of making sure I wasn’t moving on. That I was just as stuck as he was. “I love Colby but,” She paused waving her hand to swallow whatever she had eaten and flattened her palms out on the couch. “If he wants to talk to you, I’m sure you would answer.”

“You’re giving me too much credit, KitKat.” With a swift eye roll she throws a piece of popcorn at me and I chuckle lightheardly. As we go back to watching whatever show is playing on the television I know her words ring true; if Colby were to call me, I’d answer.

Fall had always been my favorite time of the year. Apple picking, pumpkin carving, and Halloween being some of my favorite pastimes. That’s when being with Colby had been the easiest. It was the constant feeling of putting that last puzzle piece into the puzzle. The arguments had subsided and our days were filled with laughter as both of us prepared for our favorite holiday.

“What are you and Colby going as?” Kat asked looking at the dress in the mirror that was pressed against her body as she twirled around in debate. “Sam and I were thinking of going as Alice and Mad Hatter.”

“That would be so cute!” My excitement quickly fizzled as I recalled Colby and I’s conversation from the day prior. “Colby suggested not doing couple costumes this year. Which is weird because he seemed so excited about it two weeks ago.” Kat’s eyebrows furrow together in confusion and the dress in her hands is forgotten.

“But Colby loves couples costumes. He and Amber did matching costumes the year before you two got together and they weren’t even dating. Did you ask him about it?” I scoff and look down at the rack of shirts in front of me.

“Obviously. You know what he said?” I pause and she shakes her head. “I don’t see the big deal, babe. It’s just a costume.”

“Something is up with him.” As if on cue my phone vibrates and I pull it from my pocket. As my eyes skim over the text I can feel a lump in my throat. “Hey, everything okay?” I shake my head and push my phone into her hands as tears begin to roll down my cheeks. “Are you serious? He broke up with you through text?” A choked sob escapes my lips and Kat quickly wraps an arm around my shoulder to lead me from the store.

“Hey. Where did you go just now?” Kat asked as I look up from my dinner plate.

“Just thinking. Can I ask you something?” She nods before pressing her elbows against the table and resting her chin against her palms. “Why was it a text? Didn’t I at least deserve some kind of explanation?”

“Honey, you didn’t do anything wrong with Colby. You loved him. You gave him everything you had to offer and he was just too ungrateful to see it. I love Colby and I love you. I don’t want to place the blame on anyone. Was he wrong to break up with you through text? Yes. He should have spoken to you in person but sometimes people just grow apart. Maybe it was the right person at the wrong time.” I sigh heavily and push my plate away, my appetite long gone.

“I just wish-“ my words are cut short by a knock on my door.

“Are you expecting someone?” I shake my head before rising to my feet and heading to the door of my apartment. “Are we about to be robbed?”

“Kat!” She shrugs her shoulders and I turn towards the door to look through the peephole. Standing on the other side is a drenched Colby Brock. “It’s Colby.” Kat’s eyes widen as she races over to the door and pushes me out of the way to see for herself.

“I’m heading home. Let him in.” She says frantically as she begins to grab her purse and jacket. “Talk.” Her eyes are pleading as she grips onto my forearm before throwing the door open. “Colby! Didn’t expect to see you all the way out here.” She gives me one last look before retreating down the hall and out of sight. My eyes finally land on the man leaning against the doorframe. Water dripping from his drenched clothes and his eyes red rimmed and watery.

“Colby? What are you doing here?” He clears his throat before motioning behind him with his left hand.

“I, uh,” he pauses as if he’s trying to find the right words to say. “I heard your favorite song on the radio and I turned it up.” I raise my eyebrows in confusion waiting for him to continue. “I hate that song. I turned it up because that’s what I did for you. Any time that song came on the radio you would light up. Just like the sun. So I would turn the radio up and when you weren’t there, it hit me like a train.” More tears roll down his cheeks and he uses his wet sleeve to attempt to wipe them away. “I messed up. Months ago.”

“Colby, if I let you in, you have to promise me I will not get hurt.” He reaches out a shaky hand to which I happily oblige. “Colbs, you’re freezing.” A small smile creeps onto his face as his eyes meet mine briefly.

“God, I missed that.” I pull him into my apartment before starting to pull at the hem of his hoodie. “Woah, take me to dinner first.” He jokes before inhaling deeply.

“Colby.” I warn. “You need to get out of these clothes and into a warm bath.” His hand presses against my cheek and I finally meet his eyes for longer that a fleeting moment.

“Take me back. Please.” My heart aches at the crack in his voice and I sigh heavily into the space between us.

“Promise me I won’t get hurt.”

“I promise. Never again. Not intentionally.” For a moment my mind wanders back to the months of heartache that had me in shackles but as I stare into his blue eyes the fear starts to melt away and I lean into him. His lips meet mine in a fervent kiss before he’s guiding us backwards towards the room we used to share. “I have other way for us to warm up.” He mumbles in between kisses.

“Oh, you perv.” And before I can say anything else he hoist me up by my thighs to carry me away from the living room.

#sam and colby #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby brock #colby brock angst #Spotify

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emerald-writes · 9 months

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Jealousy Party

SugarDaddy!CEO!Stucky x reader

Summary: The throuple goes to a charity party where the reader aims to make her boys jealous. After watching a man hit on her for a while, the boys drag the reader off to an empty office to remind her who she belongs to.

18+ MDNI!!

Word Count: 1,621

Warnings: Rough sex, Captain/Sergeant kink, Spanking, possessiveness and jealousy, Degrading names like: slut/whore, so much praise: Good girl, pretty girl, Doll, sweetheart, Dumbification, Light Choking, Unprotected P in V sex, Size difference/kink, Oral sex (M recieving), Double penetration

This is my first time writing smut! please be nice

Most of the parties you visit with your CEO boyfriends are long, boring and all about work, and future meetings. At least there is good-quality alcohol every time.

Bucky and Steve quickly got dragged off to mingle and talk to investors or whatever demanded their attention more than you. While you and your close friend/bodyguard Natasha sat at the bar. “Ugh- are they Still talking to that dumb blonde Nat?”

“Unfortunately yes, your boys don’t seem interested in talking to her. At least for this long” Natasha rolls her eyes while scanning the room, specifically your boys and some intern Sharon or whatever her name is “You want their attention? I have an idea”

Turning towards your red-haired friend you see the glimmer of mischief and grin “What kind of idea? It better be good Natty”

“The kind that gets you fucked so good, none of you even remember that intern over there” Natasha smugly smirks as she watches you think about her offer.

“I’m in, what’s the plan?” You reply and Natasha reaches over to adjust your dress, revealing more leg, and more cleavage. Making the red dress look even smaller and more scandalous. “Now, for the last part, see that man over there?” Natasha gestures over to a lone man standing by the bar. You don’t recognize him but he is quite attractive. “Go flirt with him, or make it look like you are. The boys will see and get so jealous”

“Natty- I don't think it’s a good idea! What if they get mad, or assume the worst?” You stutter, nervously wringing your hands together before Nat pats you on the back “Hey, you don’t have to. It’s just a suggestion babe”

Taking a deep breath you down your last shot and smile at Nat “I’m gonna do it- wish me luck” before casually walking over to the brunette, bearded stranger. Sliding into a stool beside him and ordering a margarita.

“Hello there gorgeous” The man turns to you “What brings you moving a few seats down?” You see his eyes slightly look you up and down, before returning to your face.

With a blush rising to your cheeks “Well- I saw you and thought I’d come to say hi” Seeing Natasha give you a thumbs up and nod towards Steve and Bucky, who when looking over you see them watching you and the mystery man closely. “I maybe also plan to make my boyfriends jealous… I understand if you want me to just go”

“Heh- jealousy hmm? Well, I’m Ari, what do you want me to do?” Smirking he rests a hand on your arm smiling down at you, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Well Ari, we can just sit here, talk and look like we are flirting, but no actual flirting okay?” you say as you smile up at him, internally smirking as you see Steve and Bucky grip their drinks and glare daggers at Ari.

“I can do that, just uh- don't let those two boyfriends of yours kill me?” Smiling sweetly he rubs your arm gently “They look awfully upset, I hope this was worth it pretty girl”

Glancing over to where your boyfriends stood- wait no they were no longer there. Where did they go? Feeling the body heat of two people you turn on the stool to see two very angry men. “Excuse us for a bit- we and our girlfriend need a moment” Steve grits out as he lightly tugs on your arm. “Come on sweetheart”

Turning to Ari you give him a smile and a thumbs up, as both boys flank your sides and guide you out of the party.

They say nothing as they walk down a hallway into an empty office, pushing you in and locking the door, before turning and looking down at you. “Hey, boys… I can explain-”

“That’s not necessary Doll, we know exactly what you were doing” Bucky cuts you off, both men slowly walking towards you, guiding you back towards the desk. “You are a jealous little slut, you just wanted our attention, are we correct?”

Bumping into the desk, you look up at them whimpering as you feel your panties soak up your arousal that’s so obvious you are sure they can smell it. “Y-yes Sergeant… you were talking to that blonde intern for too long- It was Nat’s idea I swear! Please don’t be mad” Blushing red at your own rambling, Your men just smirk.

“It’s okay pretty girl- we aren’t mad at you” Steve coos as he fiddles with the hem of your dress, before slowly pulling it up and turning you to bend over the desk. “But I think you need a reminder of who you belong to and that we belong to you Doll”

You feel a hand caress your hair, looking up you see Bucky in front of you with his thick veiny cock out, which makes your mouth water “So be a good girl and let us ruin your slutty body, then we will take you home and lavish you again. Sound good?”

Moaning at the thought you spread your legs for Steve, as he pulls your dress up to reveal your pantieless pussy. “Fuck- you really are a little whore? Huh, baby. Buck, she decided to not wear any panties”

Both men groan loudly, mockingly laughing as Steve slowly rubs your clit. “Such a pretty pussy, she must have missed us hmm? So needy baby” Whimpering and whining you rut your hips back onto his fingers “Please Captain! Mmm please fuck me make me cum! Sergeant please” pouting your lips as you look up at Bucky, as he smirks down at you rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip.

“You gonna be a good girl for us? Hmm? I wanna see you go dumb on our cocks. A helpless drooling mess for us and only us!” Bucky demands as he rubs his cock along your lips. Your mouth falling open, and tongue rolling out to lick against his red tip.

As Bucky’s cock slowly rubs against your tongue, you feel Steve prod and stretch open your pussy with his thick fingers. “Look at yea… so wet, all for your Captain and Sergeant” Deciding you are stretched open enough Steve pulls his fingers out, and offers them to Bucky who sucks your essence off of them with a moan, his eyes rolling back, exaggerating his movements for your and steve's pleasure.

You reach up and suck on the tip of Bucky’s cock, moaning at the salty taste of precum, while wiggling your hips back onto Steve’s hard cock. “Oh- good girl~ such a naughty little one we have huh Bucky” Steve rubs your ass and slowly thrusts his cock into you. His is thinner than Bucky’s but it is longer, letting him reach each part of your pussy with each thrust. “Take it- just like that! Mm good little whore”

Moaning as Steve begins to roughly thrust into you, his hips pounding against your ass with each thrust. His movements force you forward onto Bucky’s cock, making you gag lightly as Bucky holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail to control your movements.

With each thrust, and degrading yet praising comment from your boys, you feel drool drip out of your mouth onto the desk below, as your brain becomes hazy and light.

Yelping as you feel a harsh spank on your ass “Aww poor thing, going dumb on us? Hmm? Did you hear what I said, baby girl?” Steve mockingly pouts as he drapes his body over yours, hips still thrusting relentlessly “I said, do you want our cum? Hmm? Or are you too fucked to answer?”

You look up at Bucky with wide eyes as he pulls out of your mouth, and looks down at you expectantly, and even Steve slows down slightly “Please, Captain! Please, sergeant! Want your cum! Need it in me- on me!” pouting your lips as you look up at bucky and glancing over your shoulder at Steve, hoping they take pity on you.

“Good girl, We will give you it don’t worry. But we wanna see you cum first alright? Cum and I'll fill your mouth with my cum alright?” Bucky says as he rubs his precum on your lips, while Steve picks up his pace, hips thrusting into you and his hand reaching down to rub your clit with firm strokes.

It doesn't take long for the coil in your stomach to break and you moan loudly as you cum on Steve’s cock, eyes rolling back as you feel Steve’s hips stutter and still as he floods your pussy with his cum. “Good girl~ open up for your Sergeant now. Make him feel good doll” Steve mutters into your ear as he rides out his pleasure.

Dropping your mouth open for Bucky he thrusts into your mouth, letting you suck and slobber his cock. “Fuck- yes! Just like that doll- gonna make me cum!” With a loud groan, he cums in your mouth, slowly pulling out to see it dribble down your chin. He smugly smirks down at you as he tucks his cock back into his pants.

Steve rounds the desk, grabbing you by the throat to kiss you passionately, licking and sucking Bucky’s cum right out of your mouth. “Mm mm delicious~ my two favourite flavours”

Steve and Bucky help adjust your hair and dress, making you look presentable enough to walk out of the party. “Ready doll? When we get home, we will ruin you again… then we will lavish you with a hot bath and cuddles”

Smiling up at your boyfriends, you have never been happier - or hornier - than being around them.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! <3

#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes #stucky x reader #ceo!bucky #ceo!steve rogers #Ceo!Stucky #stucky x reader au #steve and bucky #stucky #steve x bucky

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 2 months

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I Don’t Get It

Bam gets a proposal to do a photoshoot for a certain magazine with his girlfriend, Y/N, and she couldn’t be happier!

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2.2k Words

Warnings: Extremely suggestive content, injuries, nudity, bimbo Y/N, crude language, kissing, lingerie, jealousy

An: Happy Valentine’s Day! This is the first non request fic from me in a while! XD While doing research for the Bam wedding fic, I got to rewatching Unholy Union, so this fic was inspired by the Playboy photoshoot Missy was in in episode 4! This moodboard by @princessthatcantfuckingsleep also reminds me a lot of Y/N in this one lol XD If you want an idea of how far ahead I write these fics, this was also inspired by the fact that I got an official Bam skate deck for Christmas!! So cool! Anyways, thank you for all of the requests and please keep sending them in!!

Getting calls from the hospital at midnight about Bam was a part of your routine but that didn’t stop you from rushing over every time to make sure your boyfriend was okay. You’d sit in the waiting room, anxiously filing your nails or fixing your lipstick in the mirror of your blush compact before a nurse called you up- you were in there so frequently for him that they knew you by name. A couple night shift nurses in their blue scrubs and ugly rubber hose-off clogs would shoot you dirty looks, but the notion that it was inappropriate to have your tits out in a hospital never really seemed to bother you.

She showed you to a room and you tottered in on your stilettos, your eyes going wide as you flicked the light on, “Oh my god- Bam!” There was your boyfriend, laying back on a gurney in a paper gown with his arm in a sling, a sight you had seen many times before. Hurrying over to his side, you sat on top of the sheets and threw your legs across his thighs. The pained grimace that Bam was wearing from his broken elbow was replaced with a grin as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him to your chest, “I was so worried about you! What happened?”

“Mmm…m’feel like shit, babe.” Bam murmured from your cleavage, his voice hoarse as he looked up at you with bags under his eyes, “Fell off the skate ramp’n busted my ass. ” You reached up, cupping his face in your palm and smoothing a shiny, bubble gum pink polished thumb over his cheek as machines in adjacent room beeped softly. At least he didn’t hurt that cute little face of his, you thought, but your heart still ached. Pouting, you cooed, “You have got to be more careful! I swear, next time you break that elbow, it’s gonna turn to dust!” Bam snaked a free arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he shot a glance back at the judgy nurses and mouthing something to them about taking a picture because it would last longer.

“You should really be more careful on your roller skates if you keep getting hurt like this!” Turning back to you at the sound of your voice, Bam paused for a second and blinked in disbelief, “I don’t roller skate, Y/N. I’m a pro skater.” You nodded, smiling as you gave him a peck on the cheek, “Yeah, that’s what I said!” You had been dating for well over a year and you still hadn’t gotten that down. Still, Bam couldn’t be mad at you- you were just too cute to annoy him.

Reaching up to run a hand through his black curls, you sighed “Anyways, is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” Bam thought for a second but dismissed the first idea he had though he knew you’d be more than eager for it. He groaned dramatically, wincing, “You know, I’d kill a man for some McDonald’s right now.” Nodding over to the untouched tray of hospital food on the bedside table, he chuckled a bit at your look of shock, “Are they really feeding you that?” You gawked at the gray, unseasoned slop on the tray in horror. If you didn’t know any better, you would swear those doctors were trying to poison him! Pulling him close again, you sighed, “Oh, you poor thing…” Bam knew that he, a grown man, would be perfectly fine without you treating him like a baby bird with a broken wing, but he couldn’t deny that it felt pretty damn good. Sitting up, his lips met yours in a sloppy and gross PDA kiss. This was how you showed your love to each other, much to the annoyance of everyone around you. Some couples go to art museums together or see plays- you and Bam just ate each other's faces.

If there was one thing that could make Bam feel better, it was his girl, so he decided that as soon as he got out of the hospital, he would take you to the mall as payback for your hard work at getting him back to health. The whole time you were right by his side, compassionately listening to him whine about how he wouldn’t be able to skate for at least a month and bringing him your “homemade” baked goods to lift his spirits. Bam couldn’t ask for a better girl, even if you did forget to take the chocolate chip muffins you “baked” for him out of the plastic package you bought them in before you visited him.

☆彡

The two of you were quite the odd couple- here you have this cool rockstar bad boy with this bubbly little thing hanging on his arm. It could have been the navy blue sling around Bam’s arm (the one that wasn’t glued to your lower back, handy for when guys would ogle you) or how your skirt barely covered up the last inch of your ass, but it was most likely the smattering of blotchy, wine colored hickeys on your neck and chest that caused people to stare at you. Your boyfriend was a jealous man, and even though he thought guys who got all pissy when their girlfriends showed a little skin were idiots, he still liked to show people who you belonged to. Plus, you didn’t care that you rarely left the house without them because you didn’t mind getting them.

Sitting on the shiny metal bench at some shoe store with tissue filled boxes crowded around you, you examined one of the many pairs of heels Bam picked out for you. You originally had your eye on a pair of bright blue see-through kitten heels you saw in the window, but as things tend to go, you got a bit carried away. The pair you held, feeling the sticky black patent leather of the seven inch heel, came out of a box with the word ‘Pleaser’ written on the side in curly cursive. They were stunning, but you had some concerns, even while you stared at them with stars in your eyes, “Oh, Bam, I'm not sure if I’d be able to walk in these…” He shook his head at your hesitancy, grinning, “Don’t worry about it. You like ‘em?” With a bit of hesitancy, you nodded, and he wordlessly took them from you, putting them back in the box, “Then we’re getting them.” You giggled, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek.

Usually Bam was pretty sensible with the stuff he picked out for you, but there was something odd about him today. Normally, your wardrobe was all pink pink pink, but the low rise leather mini skirts and vampy purple lingerie sets from Spencer’s (among other things) that your boyfriend paid for struck you as strange. As you sat down at one of those mall coffee shops together, you decided to finally ask the question, holding back giggles, “So, what’s all this for?” Bam looked down at the mountain of bags piled at your feet nonchalantly, then shrugged at you with a grin, “What? I’m not allowed to splurge on m’girl once in a while?” This was really exceeding good boyfriend behavior. You took a sip of your white mocha blendy coffee drink, “I mean, like- yeah, but this is just so much! There’s gotta be some reason you’re doing all this.”

He leaned back in his seat, looking left, then right, before leaning in and dropping his voice like he was about to tell you a secret, “Well, I got contacted by this magazine to be a guest photographer for a photoshoot, and they want you t’be in it.” God, your face just lit up. You were going to be in a magazine- an actual, real life magazine! You couldn’t believe it! Your eyes widened as you splayed your shiny acrylics on the table in disbelief, “Wait, really? Like, really really?” He nodded, smirking all cool at how giddy you got. In your excitement, you leaned across the table and accidentally grabbed his sling arm. Bam gasped in pain and you jumped back, clutching your hands over your mouth, your eyes going wide as some people turned to look at the spectacle you were putting on, “Oh my god- I’m so sorry!” But you quickly forgot about it and went back to your previous excitement while he was still recovering, “But what is it? What magazine? Vogue? Cosmo?” Your boyfriend chuckled at your eagerness, still clutching his arm as you looked up at him with those big ole eyes before clearing his throat and speaking low, “Well, it’s Playboy.”

☆彡

Ecstatic didn’t even begin to describe how excited you were. All morning before the people from Playboy showed up, you were gushing to Bam about it, following him on his heels like a puppy and prattling on about how excited you were, “I’m gonna be just like those cute girls in the bunny outfits! This is gonna be so much fun- Oh! We could even use some of the lingerie I already have! Wouldn’t that be cute?” Your boyfriend thought back to the frills, hot pink, and cheetah print that filled your underwear drawer- a far cry from the gothic-medieval idea they pitched to him. He smiled, shaking his head, “I had no idea you’d be so down for this…” Most girls generally wouldn’t be, but of course you were- this was the opportunity of a lifetime!

An hour later, the crew was there and you were all done up and dressed, complete with these black leather thigh high boots that took twenty minutes to lace up. Different from how you normally dressed, but definitely not bad. When you were ready, you went outside in one of those fuzzy robes to the set Bam rigged up- this big thing with a fire and knights with swords, very Medieval times. He was fiddling with the camera lense when you came giddily prancing over to him, “Hi, Bam!” Your boyfriend glanced up at you, looking you up and down, “Can I see what’s under that?” Nodding, you slinked the robe off your shoulders. He blinked a few times as he stared at you, shamelessly eyeing you with his jaw nearly in the ground. That tiny corset top did wonders for your boobs, and the rest of the outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination either. After a moment he shook himself out of his trance, looking back up to you, “Alright, let’s get shooting!”

You took photos outside until it got too cold, which frankly wasn't that long considering whoever organized the thing had the bright idea to shoot outside in the dead of November. Heading inside after you, Bam brushed off the dirt he acquired on his pants from having to lay army crawl style to take the photos, “You wanna get a few more?” He cracked a smile, “Maybe with a little less clothing?” Sitting down on the couch in the living room, you smiled coyly and rubbed your arms to warm yourself up as the rest of the crew filtered in, “Oh? Like how much less?” Bam shrugged nonchalantly, adjusting the camera lense as he set up, “I dunno. Naked ‘d be nice.”

“No way!”

☆彡

The two of you came to a compromise- you got to keep your underwear on while you held a hot pink skate deck you found lying around in front of your chest. A great idea on your part- you literally had Bam’s name shamelessly plastered across your tits. “Hey, Y/N? This isn’t Hustler. Can you, uh- little bit higher? Yeah, that’s it.“ Glancing down, you could hear him snicker when you realized you were accidentally exposing yourself. You giggled and blushed a little as you quickly fixed it, “Oh, sorry!” Your boyfriend murmured something to a very confused camera guy about not dating you for your brains.

All those hours of posing in the mirror for nobody but yourself in your bedroom really paid off, you thought, hearing Bam’s murmured comments from behind the camera, “Yeah, that’s it…perfect. Just like that.” Holding back giggles at all the attention you were getting, an idea suddenly crossed your mind. “Hey, Bam!” He pulled away from the camera for a second as you called out to him, a smile playing on your lips, “Let’s do one together!” Shaking his head, you could’ve sworn you saw a bit of color on his cheeks.

“C’mon! It’d be so cute- If you show your boobs, I’ll show mine!” You couldn't help from smirking as you watched him mentally weigh out the options of your very convincing argument. While the other photographers got their cameras ready, your boyfriend tugged off his shirt much to your delight as you happily tossed the deck to the side. It was a fact that you could talk Bam into anything if you asked sweetly enough. Straddling his lap as he sat low on the purple chaise lounge that he bought just for this photoshoot, you waited for the cameras to start flashing before you leaned down, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss. Maybe you hammed it up for the camera a little, but Bam didn’t have a problem with it. Smiling at the feeling of rough, calloused hands squeezing posessively at your hips, you pulled away slightly, your eyelashes fluttering as you giggled softly against Bam’s lips, “Yr’the best boyfriend ever…”

#jackass #bam margera #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader #missy is such a fashion icon how is nobody talking about this!

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Alecto

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Alecto, the most important character who we know the least about.

Here are some theories:

She was an alien of some kind: she's been described as "not human", and a "monster". Monsterhood can take on different forms, so it's fairly nondescript. But she was certainly exceptional in many ways.

She could have been a genetic anomaly, human but not, and it gave her powers.

Was she already this wild, angry, powerful, nonhuman monster before John resurrected her? None of the other Lyctors knew her before John resurrected her, and fused with her via perfect Lyctorhood. At this point, she would have been enormously powerful, and possibly using this power willfully; she wasn't just herself, she was an amalgam of her and John.

Here's how John describes her:

He said, “It stood for a couple of things. A joke, mostly. I often called her Annabel Lee. Annie Laurie. When I first met her I just called her First, One. She had a real name, but I buried it with her, and nobody says it anymore. “She has been dead for nearly ten thousand years, but she keeps her vigil with me, as a memory, if nothing else … Annabel Lee was my—what do I call her? Guide? Friend? I’d hoped so…” You did not know how to respond to this. He did not seem to need a response. God said, “She was the first Resurrection. She was my Adam. As the dust settled and I beheld what was left and what was gone, I was entirely alone. The world had been ended, Harrowhark. One moment I was a man, and then the next moment I was the Necrolord Prime, the first necromancer, and more importantly, a landlord with no tenants.”

No lie, John knowing Alecto as "First", and "One", to me creepily suggests that she was a specimen. That John was some kind of scientist studying her. (Yuck.) Perhaps even a genetically engineered fetus he created and grew himself. I could be misreading this of course. She could be an alien with alien powers. She might not have been human at all, though compatible enough with humans to Lyctor with them and possibly even reproduce.

John says she was his first resurrection. The way he describes the event makes it sound like he needed all the energy in the whole entire universe to do it, and that this was what killed the First House, and all the other Houses that existed at the time, and the planets, and the sun.

Then there's this:

The dead corse of the Locked Tomb—the death of the Emperor—the maiden with the sword and the chains, the girl in the ice, the woman of the cold rock, the being behind the stone that could never be rolled away—said, in half-confused tones she had never taken with you: “I don’t know. I died, once … no, twice,” but then she had said no more.

(Hinting at Alecto the Ninth - the future book - continuing the trend of being told from the perspective of the person who knows least about what's going on.)

But she died twice - once presumably before John resurrected her (allegedly), and the second time - when she got locked away? Or was there another one? (Still convinced Alecto isn't dead currently.)

Was Alecto's resurrection the same incident, or a different one, to John and Alecto's Lyctoral Ascension?

And who was Alecto... before she died the first time?

The Alecto we see in Harrow's "hallucinations" is quiet, protective of Harrow, secretive. She betrays little emotion, but when she does, it's never... vicious, her spirit so different from Wake in this respect. She seems genuinely sweet, far from the monster we've heard described. Her presence is comforting for Harrow.

We've also heard Augustine say:

“My lord,” said Augustine formally, “you told us the truth about Annabel—about Alecto—because she knew the truth about it too, and you never could control her. Even after two centuries, I’m not sure she ever managed to lie. That was what stayed my hand for such a long time. How would you have asked Alecto the First to lie—how would you have persuaded that mad monster into even an unsophisticated con?” God said, “Don’t call her that.” “A monster, John!” Augustine barked. “She was a bloody monster in a human suit! She was a monster the moment you resurrected her, and you went and made her worse!”

So she couldn't lie, but still "a monster" who John managed to "make worse". But also maybe not the brightest? Excepting the Monster part, she sounds like almost more of a himbo than Gideon.

What powers did she have then, to be so frequently called a monster?

It's very difficult to tangle apart what's actually Alecto, which of John's powers are actually her powers, and which of her post-resurrection/Lyctorhood powers are John's.

I think John's tangy type of magic which heals instantly and puts him back together again from atoms after Mercymorn "kills" him, the power which makes people so compelled to talk and tell him the truth, that's actually Alecto's powers - as discussed in the previous post.

Her powers - hers, not John's, or hers being used through John - post-resurrection and pre - are not very defined, at all, but it is safe to say that she must be very powerful. If I'm right and the citrus instant-powers John uses are actually Alecto's, then she is quite close to being a necromancer herself. I don't think her and John correspond neatly to the necro/cav dichotomy.

The whole thing with Ortus and Nonius shows that words are powerful in the River and possibly outside. I think Alecto's powers are as such that even saying her name can invoke her spirit - which is why John doesn't want her name to be said, ever. I think she is still alive - and the ice and tomb and wards are there to keep her out, and keep her spirit from attaching itself to people and things. I think that's what happened with Harrow when she opened the tomb. Alecto doesn't need a connection to something, or someone, to attach herself to them. Or maybe Harrow's instant love for her was enough. Or maybe the love itself is a manifestation of Alecto's powers? Either way, she did not have to be related to Harrow, or attached to Harrow, to hitch a ride with her. An impenetrable ice cave warded to all hell - not even a mouse would have been able to get in. Probably, Alecto would have been able to possess a mouse and get her spirit, at least, out that way. This is why it was important to keep everyone and everything out of the tomb and lock it forever. Alecto's powers are on the same level, if not higher, than God's.

I think Alecto must have figured out first that resurrection and necromancy was an awful, horrible thing to do that would draw the wrath of dead planets and souls.

I think a lot of the plotting against the emperor is by her design, somehow. That when she "went away" from Harrow in the last few weeks of HtN, she was Doing Something, her soul connecting to the Blood of Eden, or the Resurrection Beasts, or something. It's been established by now, quite formly, that just cus someone's dead - or incapacitated - this doesn't keep them from having influence on the plot. At least for the past eight years, Alecto has been with Harrow, and therefore much freer in how her soul would roam.

I'm hella excited to find out what will happen with Alecto.

This concludes the character section; I'm going to briefly attempt to predict some plot and theorise about Nona before actually getting this liveblog back off the ground!

>> Next: Plot Predictions

#tlt liveblog #the locked tomb liveblog #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #tlt theories #no nona the ninth spoilers please #alecto the first

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zalrb · 6 months

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I really love the Steferine fic bc it somehow never overshadows Stelena. Like, it’s clear that Stelena’s bond transcends everything, and it’s almost a given that Stefan’s thing with Katherine is temporary. I know that it makes Katherine SICK

(Also the fact that even in an Elena and Katherine fight that ELENA started, Stefan is more concerned with Elena’s well-being and completely unconcerned with Katherine. He even got mad at her for fighting back 😭. Like, it happens every time.)

And the only thing keeping Katherine from killing Elena is her knowing that Stefan would fucking hate her guts so much that he’d actually kill her. Like, Stefan repeatedly reminds her that Elena is the love of his life and the only one he gave everything to. It’s such fucked up dynamic and it almost makes me lose respect for Katherine bc she has NO pride, NO shame, no nothing when it comes to Stefan. Like girl stand up 💀

And Elena’s reaction is amazing and very true to her bc of course she’d be jealous and threatened by Katherine’s thing with Stefan, but it’s almost like…girl, chill out, bc at the end of the day, there is no competition, you know what I mean?

I do wonder what would happen if Elena decided to move away from Mystic Falls just to focus on herself for a while and get away from the chaos and let Stefan sort it out on his own. I’d imagine that she’d let Stefan know that her moving away isn’t her giving up, that she still has hope for him and that she’ll be waiting for him whenever he decides to get his shit together (bc she knows he will). But I’m not even sure if that’s would be in character for her since she has a tendency to NOT stay away from Stefan.

anyway, sorry for the long message. i had a lot of thoughts

(PS, Damon is Damon. Making things worse and about himself as always.)

No worries! Love long messages about fics lmao.

So my fic is basically predicated in how these two interactions between them go

but messier and more toxic lmao where in the show she quasi-pleads with him to feel something for her and he won't/can't do it but when she walks away he still stops her to offer compassion and understanding whereas in the fic, she demands he express that they share something special, something he doesn't or has never shared with Elena or anyone else and he doesn't/can't do it because it's not true (bonus it drives her crazy) but when the suggestion of ending what they're doing arises, he stops it so it's this cycle.

Katherine bc she has NO pride, NO shame, no nothing when it comes to Stefan. Like girl stand up 💀

I was just thinking about the things she's done/said in the show

and the things that she's threatened

despite the fact that Stefan has always been like

I was like, she really doesn't have pride when it comes to Stefan, which as I've spoken about before is also about conquering him rather than loving him

She is more in love with the idea of Stefan loving her than she actually is with Stefan. That’s why she hijacks Elena’s body in season 5 and attempts to seduce him because let’s think about that. Katherine hijacked the body of a woman she hates and tries to seduce Stefan as that woman, a woman whose break up with him was a trigger for his PTSD, a woman who was in a relationship with his brother and she doesn’t think or care about how seducing him as this woman would fuck with his head. It’s also why in season 2 she threatens to kill Elena while Stefan watches because it doesn’t matter if he’s scarred or hurt, what matters is owning him.

but because I think there's canon that indicates the lengths she'll go and that she has no problem looking desperate, it allows me to do that in the fic too.

I also wanted to show that when Elena is needling at Katherine, she finds an understanding in how addictive a toxic cycle with Katherine can be because even in this, she and Stefan can have an unparalleled understanding and connection because as I've said in the past

Like I’ve said before, SE reminds me of this Outlander quote, “Maybe the only way to save Jamie is for someone to step into the darkness with him” which essentially means, Elena is in it with Stefan. She is there with him.

So maybe, Elena will get a little dark herself.

#steferine #stelena #fanfiction

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I never flew in for suggestions so quick in my life I’m desperate for his man. I’d love to definitely see something with Jealous Krauser x f!reader where she is with Leon on this mission and the two have trained with Krauser in the past and seeing them close makes him jealous and worried that she’s moved on from him and he pulls her aside to have a chat (small angst, small fluff, slight smut). Jealous Krauser would just be **chef kiss**

Omg omg OMG. This is such a great idea! I fell in love with him since the remake came out (well, I'm down bad at this point), and this was so fun to write. I hope you like it!

Krauser's eyes followed the two of you across the room. There was something about how that rookie looked at you that made him mad. On top of that, he could feel his blood boil whenever Leon would touch you. It didn't matter if there were simple touches, such as gentle pats on the back, they still annoyed him.

Krauser figure it out he had a crush on you the moment he saw Leon helping you with your aim. When he saw Leon so close to your body, he got so jealous that he almost killed the poor guy in the next training session.

The Major couldn't focus on his mission, which wasn't in his character.

"Hey, you alright?" Leon asked as he gently rubbed your back. He saw your distressed state and wanted to comfort you since it was your first mission and you were kinda nervous. Leon and Krauser had some sort of experience, but you were a rookie. So far, you have been grateful for having them by your side. You leaned your head over Leon's shoulder, and he pulled you closer. Then you wrapped your arm around his waist, listening to his encouraging words.

"C'mon, it will be easy, you'll see. If I survived a zombie outbreak, you can survive on this mission just fine."

Lucky for all of you, it wasn't something that involved BOWs. It was an undercover mission, but you were nervous regardless.

"Yeah, but you’re awesome and badass, and I’m just a rookie."

"Don't say that," Leon said in a soft tone. "You're awesome in your own way. I've seen you train with Krauser, and trust me, I wouldn't be able to last that long like you did."

"Heh, yeah..." you said, and you immediately blushed as some dirty memories appeared in your mind.

What Leon and the rest didn't know is that you and Krauser dated for a while. It was...magical. You thought that Jack would be cold and distant with you just as he was at work, but he surprised you with how gentle and caring he could be. However, Jack valued his work above anything else, and when the time came for him to choose the ending, it was obvious.

You went your separate ways, tried to move on, and now you look at this man who hugs and comforts, starting to see a possible new beginning. You're still not completely over Krauser, tho. This mission was already hard for you without his presence. You tried to ignore him as you were still pissed, but there was a small part of your heart that wanted to see him try to take you back. You hated how he ignored you and treated you like a normal soldier.

You raised your head and met Leon's eyes. He was looking down at you with what seemed to be the most carrying and gentle glance. Looking at his face almost made you forget about Krauser, but even after so much time, thinking about a man like this still feels like cheating.

"We have a mission to finish," you said as you pulled away. Still, Leon seemed to have a hard time separating from your body.

Krauser couldn't do anything but watch helplessly the whole scene from across the room. For him, you were still his girl, and seeing you so close to another man infuriated him. He hated when he felt so...vulnerable in front of his emotions. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if you were over him completely, because judging by how you and Leon acted recently, it seems that way.

Jack didn't want to lose you, he didn't want to see you with another man, especially one that he trained. He couldn't wait until the mission was finished, he had to act now.

He came from behind you and gently grabbed your arm.

"Y/N, a word?" he asked, annoyed.

"Uhm, sure."

Leon was busy talking with other agents and didn't notice you two leaving.

"So what's up?" you asked with your hands in your pockets, not knowing what to say. You were nervous, an emotional wreck, even as his mere touch brought up some feelings you thought were gone. It's been a while since you two were so close. On one hand, you were still angry with him, but on the other hand, you wanted him. You wanted him to touch you, to hug you, and to just kiss you on your cheeks, lips, and bruises like he used to do after every training.

"Nothing much, I just wanted to make sure you're ok that's all. I noticed you were kinda nervous."

Oh, please, like you care." You scoffed and turned around to join Leon and the rest.

"Already wanna go to your precious rookie, huh?" He teased, a smirk appearing on his face.

You froze for a second, then turned around again to confront him.

"Oh, grow up! He just tries to comfort me. If you'd pay attention, you'd learn a thing or two."

"Oh dear, but I've been paying attention, and all I could see was two agents fooling around instead of focusing on the damn mission!"

"Fooling around?! Never mind, that's all you care about anyway." You shouted, not caring if anyone heard you. "You only care about the damn mission. It's all about the duty, never about the people around you."

"How can you say that? I care about my people and my team, and I care about you! I've always cared about you!"

"You never bothered to show me that."

"That's because you didn't let me." He kept closing the distance between you, but you didn't move an inch. You were still angry at him, but at the same time, something about this whole scene made you desire him more and more. "I-I was a fool..."

This confession left you speechless. Seeing you remain silent, he continued.

"You were right about me. I did not treat you right." His eyes, which used to be filled with rage, were now full of regret. "I kept trying to fulfill my duty as a soldier but failed to fulfill my duty as your partner."

"Jack, what is the reason you wanted to talk with me?" You asked confused. You didn't know what was going on.

"I-" he sighed and paused for a second. "I saw you getting closer to Leon and I got panicked. I felt like I was losing you, and I can't stand the idea of not having you in my life. I just-" He raised a hand to caress your cheek. "I just want to start over, I want you."

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to melt into his touch.

"But if you don't want me back, I get it. Just say the word, and I'll stop chasing you."

"Jack..."

"Yes."

"Don't stop." You kept your eyes close and felt Krauser close the distance between you completely. Your bodies were glued together as he pinned you to the wall. You soon felt your lover's lips over yours, and in just a few seconds you were kissing passionately, reminiscing all the good times you spent together. His hands began to wander all over your body, from your neck to your waist, and they stopped on your hips. Your hands never stopped caressing his chest, as you knew that was his soft spot.

"Hmm, don't stop." You said between kisses and whimpers. One of his hands moved to grab your neck and urged you to tilt your head back. Bless that height difference, as you've never felt so good. You never thought that you'd make out with your Major on your first mission, but you were grateful for feeling his touch once again.

"I'll never stop..." he said almost breathlessly in a needy tone. "Never..." Your tongues never stopped playing with each other, even when you ran out of energy. The kiss became sloppy, but you both enjoyed it regardless, making you both want more.

"Major Krauser?" Leon shouted from the other room, not daring to check on you. "Is everything alright?"

You both froze the kiss, refusing for a moment to stop. Eventually, Krauser pulled out a thin strand of saliva that connected your lips for a second before being broken.

Goddamnit, rookie..." he said, frustrated.

"Hey..." you cupped his cheek and made him look at you. "We can continue this after this mission." You winked and kissed his lips once again before joining the rest. Krauser followed you after he calmed himself down and fixed his pants.

"Everything good?" Leon asked you, noticing your rosy face.

"Yes, yes, just had a little argument, that's all. C'mon, we have a mission to finish."

"Wow, someone has a different vibe. This means that you won the argument?"

"You can say that." You barely stopped the smirk from appearing on your face.

"Told you you were a badass. Not everyone can win an argument against the Major and come out as happy as you."

You couldn't stop giggling. Leon was a smart guy, but he was so clueless sometimes.

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Hi, Wraith! Lemme just start by saying that I ADORE your lore posts. Your mind is incredible and I love reading your thoughts, speculations, extrapolations, etc. Which brings me to a question I’m dying to hear your thoughts for: How did Iji die? I’ve been scouring Reddit and any other forums I can find and everything I’ve found is cyclical non-answers. The obvious answer is Black Knives- because their bodies are scattered around him. This tracks because Blaidd, when you find him in front of Ranni’s Rise, is also surround by Black Knife corpses. However, this does NOT track for several reasons. First: Iji is drenched in black flame, a sorcery (power?) used by the Godskins, not the Black Knives. I’ve seen lots of people say it’s probably just an oversight on FromSoft’s part. Altogether possible, but would make me sad and I deeply want to believe it’s intentional. Second: The Black Knives are (were?) RANNI’S assassin’s. While she’s self-serving and stone-cold, she claims to love Blaidd and Iji (and tells you to tell them). I find it hard to believe she’d have them killed. MAYBE if they were only found near Blaidd (in preparation for his coming madness), I could buy it, but I’m not sure I can get onboard as it stands. Now I did find two interesting thoughts. One, someone said the Nox were recruited as the Black Knives and turned on Ranni when she killed her own body, because the plan was only to kill Godwyn and plant one of their own on the throne. I’ve never seen or found anything in my own playthroughs to support or indicate this, but it would make a lot of sense. Two, and I feel that this hinges heavily on one, someone soeculated that Gideon killed Iji. They pointed out that he uses black flame sorceries, and he definitely tries to kill any threats to his ascent to lordship. Anyway, this got WAY longer than I meant for it to be. But IF it’s a topic that interests you, I’d love to hear your thoughts! (And if not, no problem at all!) There’s definitely plenty I don’t know/understand and if I’m incorrect in any of my points above, I’d be really interested in knowing what I’m missing. I feel obligated to sign this, too, since it got away from me 😂😅 -nightingale-ghost-writer

@nightingale-ghost-writer sorry to answer this way, tumblr's not cooperating with answering asks lol. Hi!! Thank you for the kind words haha I'm happy my ramblings are of interest to others! I do hope you really enjoy a ramble bc your question sorta set me off on one here lol

I've thought about Iji's death now and then, and found some of the same answers you did about the black flame effect around his body. It may simply be a mistake by the devs like people frequently say. Especially since, iirc, there's no deathflame animation analogous to the blackflame one left on Iji. It could have been a 'close enough' kind of thing, which yeah I agree would ultimately be disappointing! However someone in this reddit thread had something interesting to point out:

"There's a weird detail, possibly an oversight: if you use a Blade of Death weapon art (for example Maliketh's Black Blade or the Gargoyle's Black Blade) on a troll, the effect looks like black flame rather than the usual red and black flame. I doubt there's a lore reason, but maybe something about how that enemy type is coded causes that effect to appear like black flame, and that also extended to Iji who uses the same model."

I haven't tested this myself, but if it's true, it lends more support to the idea it's just an unintentional effect. However, in that same thread, a few folks point out that Godskins were spotted in various places relevant to Destined Death - in the Volcano Manor and Divine Tower of Liurnia. Rykard has a piece of the Death rune, and Ranni's corpse is on the tower, along with her cursemark. It may be that they are searching for the Rune of Death themselves. Their presence in Farum Azula may suggest they were seeking to free the rune and restore the true power of the Black Flame. So while I still believe it's the Black Knife assassins who killed Iji, I suppose there is room to argue the Godskins have a stake in his death, too, in that Iji stands between them and Ranni.

While the Black Knife assassins worked with Ranni, I'm not sure that they were necessarily under her command. I think they collaborated as they both thought they could benefit from each other. Ranni would get to shed her flesh through the ritual, and the assassins of the Eternal Cities, who have beef with the Golden Order, get to strike down one of the GOs most shining and noble icons and throw the world into chaos. As you've said, they have their own agenda with ushering in the Lord of Night, who may either be an outer god or an envoy/vassal to one. This Lord may also have some connection with Ranni's Black Moon and, strangely enough, the Tibia Mariners who, in Japanese, are referred to as "Night King's Kin"(more info in this Zullie video here). The Mariners hold deathroot and raise up Those Who Live in Death, so I have been under the impression they only came into being after Godwyn's curse spread, which is of course a direct consequence of the assassination.

So while Ranni and the Assassins stood to gain from each other in this plot, their ultimate goals are sort of actually at odds. Ranni, while devoted to her Black Moon, seeks to remove the influence of Outer Gods from TLB and leave everyone to their own devices. Meanwhile, the Nox/Assassins are seeking to deliver a new one to the throne. We see indications of this struggle in Alecto's imprisonment in the evergaol at the Moonlight Altar and, if you are partial to the theory that Miquella collaborated with Ranni, in Ordina. Then there's the further evidence of the Assassins coming for Ranni's group to kill Blaidd and Iji. So I agree, I don't think Ranni had Iji killed. Like you, I could potentially see her ordering them to kill Blaidd, as she knew he'd be fated to try to destroy her. While it is cold and calculating, she does express her sympathy for him. But she is ultimately dedicated to sacrificing everything to achieve her goals. When we do find Blaidd with the dead assassins, he's not saying anything about them. He's frantically denying that he could be a danger to Ranni, as if their attack on him is connected to that. So I do see how people could connect the assassins coming for him with them being ordered by her to kill him.

But then we get into the matter of why they'd be ordered to kill Iji, and I just can't think of a good one. He's clear-minded, and not fated to betray her in the way Blaidd is as her shadowbound beast. I've seen people claim it's a matter of 'tying up loose ends' but I can't imagine in what way he'd be a 'loose end' given that he's entirely faithful to her. Loose ends are tied up because they pose a threat. What threat is Iji to Ranni and her goals if he is emphatically supporting her to the very end? And then when I think of Alecto in the evergaol, I'm really inclined to believe it's purely a matter of bad blood between Ranni's group and the assassins after the conspiracy was through. It may even be that we led them to her, as her whereabouts were previously unknown until we found her(though you'd hope people would uh check her home before declaring her missing?? lol).

That being said, I kind of like your idea about Gideon's involvement. Some elements of that make sense. I'm not sure how much he knows of Ranni, since he says they don't actively seek her out due to her having cast off her rune. While he generally seems to send lackeys to go do his dirty work, the Carian Manor could be a pit stop he made on the way into Leyndell. He may have somehow or other learned of Ranni's whereabouts, learned she was behind the conspiracy, but what I struggle with is him learning her motivation for it. She reveals this to us only after we've spent some time in her service. So did Gideon suspect her of being after the throne? Would he have known she wanted to rid the world of all the troubling influences of the Outer Gods? If he did, would that be much of a threat to his desire to become a lord? While he wouldn't be an Elden Lord, there'd still be power to be had in a world without the Golden Order. And the power vacuum left in the wake of Ranni achieving her goals would seem like a good opportunity for him to position himself in a leadership role. But I'll be honest, I don't fully understand him and his revelations about Marika's will, and how that effects his perspective. By the end of it he seems to think vying for Elden Lord is a futile struggle and that the whole thing is just a meat grinder that Tarnished are being fed into. So does he even still want that power by the end, if he believes it to be utterly unobtainable? Still, it's not entirely unbelievable that he would eliminate potential threats to that power before he comes to that fatalistic conclusion.

Okay, anyway, I hope all of this makes some sense!! Thanks for the interesting ask and for sharing your theories about this strange little mystery!!!

#war counselor iji #ranni the witch #blaidd the half wolf #gideon ofnir #elden ring meta #wraith meta

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Six

Callum

“There’s only one way to go, up.”

Aurelia’s words ring out as she raises her hand in a salute gesture and falls. She falls backwards. I rush forward to the wall leap over it and watch as she falls. Her hair stretching out whipping her face, her body freefalling arms spread out. She has a small smile on her face her eyes closed, like she’s at peace flying through the air. Her eyes open and lock onto mine, sharp and scheming. Her mouth moves in the shape of words I can barely work out before she’s swallowed whole. Her body engulfed by the blue giant, the water splashing and rippling as it accepts her into it’s stomach. Father’s hand appears on my shoulder as we wait to see if she resurfaces. We stand there for a few minutes, before he turns to the crowd. “She has not resurfaced. She Has chosen death by her own hand. The traitor has died!” As if in answer the sun peeked through the clouds, she has made it to the after world. I release a breath I didn’t realise I’d been holding.

Caspar and Julias come forward and take up positions on both sides of me as we walk back through the gardens to the castle. The garden is always a peaceful place. Its soft greenery a stark contrast to the sharp grey angles of the palace. It didn’t always look that way the old castle was ivory with huge creeping vines stretching up the walls matching the gardens. Then the fire happened, and Father had to rebuild the castle. He allowed the gardens to be rebuilt. They act as a sort of refuge for the palace residents Mother, Addiline and Lorelei spend most of their days gardening and playing in the garden. We pass the large Edeyn oak its large branches stretching upward the leaves painting the sky with deep green. Its white flowers spotting the tree, signalling the start of autumn. Julias’s voice ripped me from my thoughts. “Mother says that the autumn Solstice is a few days away. Seven to be exact.” “Really, is that all you’ve got to talk about?” Caspar demands. “The Autumn solstice? What about the fact we just watched someone fall off a cliff?” “What is there to talk about?” Julias shoots back “She’s dead. What now?” “The rest of the Silent Court will be in disrepute. Now is the perfect time to start planning they just lost their precious leader, everything will be in chaos, we should start planning how to lure them out!” “If you’re so confident tell Father then, I’m sure he would agree.” Julias snaps. It was a cheap shot. We all know Father favours me the most. Then Julias, Caspar, wasn’t the son he wanted. In his mind I was the active working heir and Caspar and Julias were supposed to be the inventors and focus on the numbers and finances of the kingdom. Instead, only one of them is interested in the kingdom’s finances, the other like to be outside, and seems more like me. But Father is only interested in having one heir worthy son. So, Caspar was sort of left there, to be ignored or shunned.

Caspar look to Julias, fire in his eyes and storms off. He’ll be back before dinner, fights between the two never last long enough for it to turn into anything serious. “What was that about?” My eyebrows lift as I turn to him. “I don’t know, he seemed so on edge. I was just trying to diffuse the tension.” “Right,” I roll my eyes “So by mentioning Father? You, were trying to diffuse the tension by mentioning Father?” “No, I mean when I mentioned the Autumn Solstice.” He clarified, “Which is pointless as it clearly did nothing.” I laugh. “You’ll be fine.” I say as we walk up the steps into a sitting room, “I definitely won’t go suggest he kill you in your sleep.” He shoots me a look that sends me into a fit of laughter. “Not funny.” He says “Maybe I’ll go suggest to Mrs Selvery, to slip some poison into your food. I know she not very fond of you stealing bits of food from the kitchen.” It’s true, Mrs Selvery is the head cook in this kitchen and while she is fond of us, we all drive her mad stealing from the kitchen. “She’ll probably just threaten to kill you if you don’t get out of her kitchen.” I smirk. “You’ll be next if you don’t get out of this kitchen.” Julias hunches over and mimics the small woman waving her ladle around. “Out, out!”

We enter the hallway which all our bed chambers all adjoin when he is stops at his office door. “Just getting the finance book.” He pats me on the shoulder and enters the room. I turn and walk down the hall past Leahla and Caspar in the sitting room, into my own. My breath catches. It’s a mess, papers strewn across the room, furniture tipped over, my white bed sheets ripped of my bed dirtied by the hands that ripped them off, I walk to my armoire my clothes have been chucked onto the ground drawers flung out, I race out into my bathroom, glass shattered all over the floor. I exit back out into the hallway. “Julias? Caspar? Leahla?” I yell. All three enter the hallway. “What’s up?” Leahla asks noting the strain on my face. “My room.” I say opening the door and letting them enter. They all gasp. Leahla doesn’t take another step, turns and rushes into her own room we all follow suit. Leahla’s room was the same except her all her jewellery was thrown around. “Mines been ransacked too.” Caspar called from his room. “Mine too.” Julias. We all meet back in the corridor. “Who did this?” Leahla said clutching some of her dresses in her hand. “I don’t know,” I say, “What were they looking for?” “Information?” Caspar suggests. “Or maybe they weren’t looking for anything. Maybe they just wanted to scare us.” “I don’t know, whoever did this clearly did a thorough search.” “You never know—” Julias was cut off from a booming yell. We all start running toward the voice, stopping short at Father’s office.

His back faced the door as we stepped inside. Everything was out of place, books were scattered on the floor, chairs upturned, shelves broken fireplace logs littered the ground the large window has been smashed glass thrown across the room, pictures smashed, the only clear surface was his desk which had a small box and a note written in ash nailed to it.

This belongs to me, and you know it.

“What?” Leahla’s voice shook, “What were they looking for?” Father’s shoulders heaved as he turned back to us. “This.” He raised his hand, hanging between his fingers was a necklace. It was delicate silver chain, on the end was a golden crystal, it glowed in the light streaming through the window. “Well. It’s a good thing you still have it.” She offered. “NO!” He yells “It’s not good! This is fake.” He twisted and ripped a bookshelf off the wall, his anger rolling of him in waves. “Well—” “NO! GET OUT!” He roars picking up the chair. “But—” “GET OUT!” The chair flew across the room through the remainder of the window. Glass rained down glittering in the wind. We left the office to sounds of more destruction. I turn to Leahla her eyes brimming with tears, face fixed in a line of sorrow. I reach for her.

“Don’t,” She says avoiding my hand. She turns and walks back toward her room, to the mess that awaits her. That awaits all of us. The mess that isn’t our rooms.

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My room is clean when I return, the maids must have come through and cleaned. If I had been here, I would’ve helped. But instead, I spent the last few hours with Addiline and Lorelei, keeping the girls happy and distracted while the maids cleaned their room. They are the only ones in this family who are oblivious to everything around them. To Father’s sudden outbursts, to the bruises on Mother’s arms, to the threats to the crown. Addiline is the only one of our family who was even born in Nystra, Lorelei was too young to remember anything about her life before Nystra. I was twelve and hadn’t started learning about the responsibilities of the heir, I started at thirteen. It was a big decision for Father to start to teach me, as I would be taking on two kingdoms instead of just one.

I step into the room the maids who are still cleaning quickly curtsy and exit. It looks mostly the same. The dark panelling, the large open windows letting fresh air in, the deep green velvet curtains, the matching plush bedcovers. The only thing that changed is the photos that used to hang on the walls smashed or shattered. I make my way toward the bath chamber to rid myself of today’s events. I turn the water on and undress, slipping into the steaming bath before it had finished filling. The water soaks into my skin, filling my ears, blocking out the world as I lay in the tub. My mind wanders, Father’s outburst over the necklace, Caspar’s squabble with Julias, Aurelia’s death. I sink even further into the tub submerging my face for as long as it takes to forget the world. To forget that thought. I finish washing myself down and quickly changing into and under shirt and comfortable pair of breeches.

When I emerge from the bath chamber there is a small meal waiting for me on the small table in the corner of the room. Dinner must’ve been taken separately. I pick at the food until I decide I’m not hungry anymore and climb into bed slipping into the sheets. I small creak of the door informs me of Mother checking in and saying goodnight. It’s ritual for her to come and say goodnight and talk. I decided against talking to her, I just wanted to sleep. Barely registering her soft kiss and floral scent leaving the room. Sleep pulled me down.

Her body was frozen. She was stuck mid-air inches above the ocean, her hair flying around her face, her sharp eyes locked onto mine as I leaned over the edge. Her mouth curved into a small smile as she mouthed the words. Words I didn’t recognise earlier but did now.

You’re Next.

I’m next.

The world resumes time.

The ocean in answer reached up and claimed her body, swallowing her. I felt a push. I turn to see her standing next to me. She looks at my body and pushes me over the edge. Now I’m falling. And she’s watching, smiling.

You’re next.

The words ring through my head as I make my way down to the dining room. Caspar joins me just outside. He winks before pushing through the door and giving Mother a kiss on the cheek and sitting next to Julias, their fight from yesterday forgotten.

Father is sitting at the table and talking to Leahla. She’s smiling brightly and laughing, no sign of the broken girl who left me in the hallway yesterday. I suppose that’s how it was, my family, beautiful, twisted, broken, desperate. Desperate for Father’s affection. Doing whatever it takes to even catch an approving smile. He never gives hugs or pats on the back; rarely shows any affection to the people he is supposed to love the most in this world. We all crave the attention, the affection. Its twisted us all. Even me.

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chap 6 - if u find mistakes let me know lol. I've been skimming these and trying to find them

<3 ya (thanks for reading these)

every. chapter. is. so. damn. good. like emma this is so chefs kiss and i lov eit so dos so sos much i love it so kuch

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larathia · 2 years

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Dazai’s origins?

Okay.

I may never find out if I’m right or wrong, but I am so putting chips on this.

Dazai’s father was the ‘old boss’, the man Mori killed to assume leadership. It just explains too much about the ongoing weirdly special relationship the mafia seems to have with Dazai, when they really ought to be hating his guts.

* Dazai remembers when Koyo tried to leave the Mafia with her lover, ‘when she was Kyoka’s age’ - that is, when Koyo was 14. Koyo’s 26 now. So Dazai would’ve been all of ten when that happened.

* Dazai calls her ‘big sis’ and frankly, I don’t know any teenage boys that’d call an older girl that. (I mean, it’s only four years.) But...I could see a kid doing that. (Mind you, it’s still kind of a weird stretch to think of Dazai ever doing such a thing, except he did, so...maybe he was younger than ten when he met Koyo.)

* Fifteen says that Mori knew Dazai was “neither an orphan nor Mori’s illegitimate child” and stops there. The only other thing it states fully is that Dazai was in Mori’s care for a failed suicide attempt. But Mori’s a mob doctor. Normal people do not wind up in the hands of a mob doctor if they’re rescued from death, they get sent to a hospital. So...someone whose family knows Mori brought Dazai in, and given how generally unfeeling the City of Demons is toward little kids, they had some reason to save him.

* Mori uses Dazai as witness that the old boss died of ‘natural causes’. The word of some random suicidal fourteen year old ...I do not see that counting for much in the mafia. But if Dazai were the old boss’s kid...I think that’s a different story.

* The way that Mori keeps Dazai’s executive seat open - and some of the old guard of the mafia (the ones we know about) treat Dazai deferentially, and help him anytime he asks and it doesn’t conflict with their orders...again, if he’s the old boss’s son, that makes both these things make sense, when as a straight up traitor who’s not only left the Mafia, but knows their secrets and methods and has worked against them as part of the ADA, they should ALL be trying to murder him. Like. All the time.

* The mafiosi frequently say they think Dazai was ‘born to be in the Mafia’. Which. I mean. Okay, yes, Dazai’s definitely got the mind for it, but maybe he really was ‘born for it’, too. That Mori seems to have legitimately feared that Dazai would cut his throat and take over eventually is also kind of indicative, because really...there’s nothing about teenage Dazai that suggests he had any such ambitions.

* Just the fact that he was around the Mafia enough, from ten to fourteen, to be aware of all/most of what was going on, and just hanging around the new boss while not being part of the Mafia himself is also kind of a big “seriously?” flag. I mean. Teenage boys are kind of a security risk in general, I’d think. Especially suicidal ones who genuinely don’t seem to give a rat’s whether other people live or die.

* Can I harp for a second about the ‘letter’ business Dazai pulled back at the beginning, when he wanted to know why the Mafia had such a big bounty on Atsushi? I really want to just say “that HAD to be one of Dazai’s lies”, but just the fact that Chuuya, who knows him best of the currently living mafiosi, had to take him seriously, suggests that whether true or not it was well within Dazai’s power, and that Chuuya was willing to believe Dazai wouldn’t just get a death mark for being a mad crazy security risk, which has to be the usual mafia approach.

* Thinking of Chuuya for a second - granting that Chuuya is ‘new guard’ in that he only joins after Mori is the boss - but Mori finds a great deal of amusement in partnering Chuuya with Dazai. It just occurred to me that part of that may be that really, that would mean he’s putting two princes together - Dazai, the ‘prince’ of the Mafia, and Chuuya, the prince of the Sheep. (Yeah, I know Chuuya is actually called a king, but the novels are pretty clear that he was still learning his role - so, again, you’ve got the very experienced prince with the inexperienced king, and that’s definitely poetic enough to amuse Mori.)

* This is circumstantial, but...when Atsushi’s old headmaster gets killed, the conversation he has with Dazai about it is just...really strange. Like...the sheer vehemence - which is quite unusual for Dazai - that Atsushi did not have to forgive, that what the headmaster did was unforgivable...but that it was still okay to cry. I’m just saying...even if I’m wrong and his father wasn’t the straight up murderous batshit guy that Mori killed, I’m betting Dazai’s relationship with his family meant he knew very well what Atsushi needed to hear.

Anyway. Y’all don’t need to believe me. It’s probably not going to be important. I just had to put it all down because it felt like a bunch of puzzle pieces clicked together in my head and I kind of wanted to shout for a bit.

#bsd analysis #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai

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sometimesoliloquy · 2 years

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The Handmaid’s Tale 5x07 “No Man’s Land” (or “For Fuck’s Sake, Serena!”) 👀

I was wondering if this episode was going to literally just be June and Serena, and wondered how they (and we) would survive it. Well, it very nearly was and yet somehow we all did (I think... are y’all ok?). I think it’s really just hit me that there are only 3 episodes left in this season(?!!) and really almost nothing has happened except for June being mad and murder-y a lot. And Putnam’s execution, which almost makes up for the rest. Anyway.

We arrive once again in the car with June and Serena. June is trying to get some answers but Serena is too busy moaning and clutching her stomach and trying to somehow seem threatening at the same time. My suspicion that Serena does in fact not know how to operate a gun is verified when she accidentally shoots the windshield out, almost killing them (I wonder if she was she planning on holding the gun on June the entire time she was giving birth?). In the promo it definitely seemed like a third party was shooting at them (I’d thought, damn, Ezra sure runs fast with a bruised lung!) but no, they are thankfully (or unfortunately??) alone. June says fuck this and gets out to start her escape through the woods, but left to her own device for two seconds, Serena manages to drive the car off the road into a muddy ditch, and I guess June feels bad about how pathetic she is. Serena refuses to go to the hospital because "they'll" find her (let's be honest though, considering how we later see she feels about modern medicine and evolution, she probably wouldn't have regardless, and anyway she got the goddamn car stuck in a ditch). Luckily there just happens to be a barn within very-pregnant-lady-about-to-give-birth's stumbling distance away. June quips “Maybe there’ll be a manger”, saying what we were all thinking, and I mean if they’re going to be that blatant with symbolism I do appreciate them at least being self aware about it.

As they head to the shelter, we flash back to the duo attending a birthing ceremony in the early days of June’s enslavement their acquaintance. Serena breezes in with a nice little dig about their tardiness being due to what an insecure, whiny little man-baby Fred is, which I enjoyed. Aunt Lydia is being ridiculous as ever droning on about "God's vessels", but the best part is that we (all too briefly) get to see Alma and Brianna (how we've missed you, lovelies!!). June and Serena are the only ones who seem to realize how ridiculous the wife's fake labor pains are and trade a few covert smirks, which is weird considering Serena is soon to be so upset about June ruining her own pantomimed labor farce that she suggests to Fred that they violently rape her as punishment.

(literally Serena in s2)

Ostensibly it's supposed to make us believe that Serena was more sympathetic than we ever saw her actually be. That and lead into a nice transition of June telling Serena to "breeeeathe". June terrorizes comforts Serena by recalling her brutal labor with Hannah, and her dangerous solitary labor with Nichole. Paranoid (but maybe rightly so given recent events), Serena pushes June away when she tries to help, and June is like k cool I'm out then, do it on your own. Back in the flashback, all is not going well with the birth, and Aunt Lydia casually gives the surgeon the go ahead to cut the baby out of the disposable vessel dying handmaid. The wives are escorted out of the birthing room because this is not for their delicate lady eyes, but the handmaids are forced to pray as they watch the grisly scene of their friend and peer being cut open like a ripe grapefruit just behind the sheet.

June is now using her girl scout skills to try and get the car out of the ditch, and succeeds (is there anything this woman can't do?)! But the blood on her hand from pushing the broken windshield glass out of the way reminds her of the very real possibility of Serena bleeding out and dying along with her baby, and she just can't do it (fuck!) and returns to a (for once) seemingly grateful Serena. June makes a pretty good midwife and soon enough (at least in tv show time) the baby is out and scooped up crying into June's arms. For a second June literally turns into Gollum and I was waiting for her to hiss "my precious" and scurry away with the lil bundle of joy, but then her face changes back to beatific and she hands the babe to Serena with happy tears in her eyes, moved at the miracle of birth. I had a hard time deciding which outcome I would have liked better, to be honest, although I guess it would have been pretty dark if June went and threw him into the fires of Mordor. At this point I am definitely wondering what they cut the umbilical cord with. A pair of abandoned shears left in the barn? Safety glass from the car window? Did June shoot it with the gun? These are the details I need to know but I guess we never will.

( Stew the rabbits! )

We get another flashback of Serena exchanging a sympathetic look with June after Ofclarence dies, and I guess we're supposed to believe that she really cares, even though she's literally only ever been nice when there's something she wants. Back at the barn, Serena decides to name the baby Noah: “the savior of humanity”, because I guess “Jesus” would be too on the nose (and after all Gileadeans are really more of Old Testament fans). June asks Serena "was it worth it" and Serena says right now she thinks it was, which even with the qualifier is the WRONG ANSWER, Serena, honestly what the actual fuck, woman. June however just continues to calmly make small talk about breastfeeding. I liked the part about Hannah getting frequent colds and that sometimes June couldn't stay home with her, "sometimes I didn't want to stay home with her." It provides some more color around the previous flashback of her giving Hannah tylenol to bring her temperature down so she could go to school, which she got SO MUCH SHIT for and was on Gilead's list of her motherly unfitness. But what a relatable thing, jesus christ, to just be human and doing your best to be a good mother and also want to have your own career and identity beyond that. Serena asks why she didn't kill her back at the Gilead information center, and June emotionally says "I didn't want to". Then Serena has to go and ruin the mood by bringing up FRED of all people. For chrissakes, Serena, know your audience. She asks if June thinks Noah will be like Fred and June says it depends on how he's raised, on what she tells him is his to take, the significance of which completely goes over Serena's head: "I want him to have everything". Goddamnit Serena, the point was for you NOT to raise him as an entitled rapey asshole.

The sunlight is still artistically streaming through the cracks in the barn walls as June tells Serena she's got to get to a hospital, or she and the baby could die. When she balks again at the idea, June pushes and Serena divulges the details of her worst bed & breakfast stay EVER (one star! good service but very creepy amenities, heavy kidnap vibes). "It was like I was their handmaid... it was like I was you" Serena says, in a way that definitely seems like she is shocked and offended by this because she still considers herself superior to June, not that she is feeling actual remorse or empathy. Serena's delirious solution is to ask June to take the baby and raise him. She seems to express remorse for her actions but it's probably just 1/3 self pity and 2/3 the fever, considering immediately after she starts rambling about June being an avenging angel, and herself being the "vessel", calling back to Aunt Lydia's speech. It was "God’s will" for her to deliver the baby and now she can die. June actually seems to consider it for a minute, but then is like um no, fuck that, we are not vessels, none of the handmaids you helped enslave were vessels, they were people, with lives, and that's why June is going to save hers."You're his mother and he belongs with you, That is God's will. Followed by definitely the least violent ``Do you understand me?" to date. They arrive at the hospital and Serena is wheeled away. June asks to use the phone from the on duty nurse who is pretty concerned by her appearance (I think June has been covered in dirt and/or blood for about 70% of the season so far) but complies. We hear Moira's relieved "June?" (although I'm not sure how she knew it was her??) and I guess we'll have to be happy with that because god knows when we'll get to actually see Moira do or say anything interesting again. June visits Serena 's room, where anti-vaxxer mommy complains at length about the modern medicine and baby formula saving both her and her son's lives (again, you can take the girl out of Gilead, but...). By the way, the IV stand behind Serena definitely looks like a uterus and ovaries, and I'm not sure if they always do and I just never noticed? Hm. June reminds Serena there "is no home, just wherever you are" (a sad reminder of how very not at home June feels in Canada) and Serena wryly replies "No Man's Land" (and that completes my bingo card!). It just struck me that June kills Fred in No Man's Land, and then later saves Serena's life and helps bring their son into the world in No Man's Land. Huh. Talk about the circle of life I guess. Serena says a thank you that seems sincere, and June leaves, seeming to be in the most peace she's felt in a long time.

She finds Luke waiting for her in the reception area and embraces him, relieved to see him alive, I’d imagine. He excitedly tells her Tuello has the usb drive and is looking at it now, which I guess must mean Luke did actually smuggle it up his you know what because there's no way Wheeler goons didn't search them...right? He wants to know wtf is going on with Serena, and June starts rambling about the baby and jaundice and Serena being fine and that is obviously not what Luke meant but he's barely paying attention to her anyway because police officers are arriving and ominous music is starting to play. He seems pleased but June is concerned and hurries back down the hall to Serena's room, where the Canadian immigration officers are detaining her for illegal border crossing. The ominous music builds as June turns to Luke and we learn that he's the one who called them. Serena, having been told she's going to be separated from Noah, desperately cries, screams and begs them not to take her baby. Luke, in the tone of a Jedi knight who's just turned to the dark side, says "At last, she knows how it feels" as June looks on in horror.

(cue the Imperial March)

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Damn. I had an inkling there would be a June-Serena reconciliation of some sort by the end of this episode but I have to admit, I did NOT see Luke's rise as a sith lord coming. And look, I've seen a lot of opinions celebrating this as a kind of heroic move, but the show was literally playing villain music as the reveal was happening so I'm just saying it as I saw (and heard) it. To be clear, all jokes aside, I am not saying that Luke is a villain. I understand his impulse for revenge, or justice, whatever he want to call it. I get that Serena is a very bad person who is very likely not actually remorseful or even capable of change (I still think she’s a sociopathic narcissist) and that she is the presently available proxy for Gilead and all of its evils. And look, I could go on and on about what exactly justice looks like and the morality of the "eye-for-an-eye" type of justice but honestly, all of that is beside the point. Because the thing is, it wasn't really Luke's justice or vengeance to be had, or to execute on behalf of June. Serena is June's monster to slay. And from this insane, completely unexpected, cathartic experience June has just had, she's realized she doesn't actually need to. For the entire season she's been obsessed with revenge against Serena, convinced that what Lawrence told her was true, killing Fred "wouldn't be enough" because Serena was still out there. And then she finds in 5x04 that she can't do it. But I don't actually think it's until this episode, until she actually says the words, that she realizes it's because she doesn't want to. And she doesn't want to take Serena's baby away either.

And it's not even about forgiving or absolving her abuser, it's about realizing that she is not her, not them. She voices her fear to Moira in 5x04 : "what if this is who I am, now", what if her entire core has been reduced to this hurting ball of anger, intent on vengeance. Knowing no other way anymore but the hate and brutality Gilead taught her. And on the other end of this experience, she's found the answer that was inside of her: that despite the trauma and anger that's still there, Gilead did not take away her humanity, or her compassion. She doesn't have to live by the eye-for-an-eye rules she was conditioned to adhere to, it’s not going to bring Hannah back or bring Gilead down. She really meant her prayer for their children, that they may "live a life of peace, a life without all this hate and violence." And part of that means ending the cycle here, means not punishing an innocent baby for his parents’ crimes. This seems to maybe actually start her down a path of healing. The terrible irony is that all Luke has been wanting for the entire last season has been for June to heal and move on. And now just when it seems that June has found some peace, and can actually move on from her revenge obsession, he may have unintentionally thwarted this very thing with his own actions, and he doesn’t even realize it. I think June could have left that hospital and left Serena in the past, but now it seems she is going to get wrapped up in Serena's damn baby drama, and sadly Luke only has himself to blame for that. The story that the last few episodes seem to have been telling, that June and Luke have been finally getting in sync, seems clearly now to be an illusion, a fairytale, if you will. Now we see them not even just on different pages, but having switched pages entirely. It will be interesting to see where they go from here.

#the handmaid's tale #the handmaids tale season 5 #no man's land #june osborne #osblaine #yes I am tagging osblaine even though there is no osblaine in this damn episode #because I always tag osblaine #goddamnit #serena waterford #luke bankole #tht #tht s5

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impossiblycolorfulpanda · 1 year

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AANG:

Iroh: How are you enjoying the spirit world, Aang?

Aang: This place is even more fantastic since I’m able to come here physically now.

Iroh: Pretty bold move asking Azula to come to a vacation with you, just the two of you.

Aang: Yeah well, she deserves a break. It’s because of her that Avatar Wan’s dying wish has now come true, Raava and Vaatu’s eternal conflict has finally ended with Raava being both light/peace and darkness/chaos at the same time. Though my link to my past lives is destroyed forever, true balance has been achieved.

Iroh: She is a wonder, isn’t she?

Aang: That’s somehow putting it mildly. I knew there was a reason I needed her by my side. I’m a different person now because of her. She made me a more powerful and more mature avatar. She’s never afraid to speak her mind and give constructive criticisms. Out of all firebender’s inner fire...hers is the most beautiful.

Iroh: Are you in love with her?

Aang: W-what? I...uh...

Iroh: No worries Aang.

Aang: Is it that obvious?

Iroh: Very.

Aang: How long have you known?

Iroh: From the moment I saw you two enter together I sensed a strong bond between you two...Besides, I kept catching you look at her when she wasn't looking and you had a dreamy look in your eyes.

Aang: Great...And now she probably knows and hates me or is afraid of me...

Iroh: Don’t be so sure. I was able to sense the passion in Azula as well. You should tell her how you feel, you'll both be happier for it.

Aang: Last time I expressed my true feelings to someone I thought I loved, it didn’t pan out so good.

Iroh: It’ll be different this time because Azula is not an earthly attachment, quite the opposite, she is the beacon of your ascension.

AZULA:

Iroh: How are you enjoying the spirit world, Azula?

Azula: Oh boy, the beauty and strangeness of it all. Words won’t do it justice. I can see why you wanted to spend eternity in this place.

Iroh: I’m here because of you. As you can remember, I was trapped in the fog of lost souls among others, forced to spend eternity in my own madness and failures. You got trapped as well, but no only did you withstand the fog’s powerful influence but used a firebending equivalent of spiritbending to purify the fog, absolving, saving, and freeing all of its prisoners. All right before slaying Koh, the face stealer. You are truly magnificent.

Azula: Well, ya know, it was the least I can do since both you and mother gave your lives to help me. Despite it all.

Iroh: Aang wanted this vacation to be special. It's not everyday the avatar offers to take a friend to the Spirit World on a private vacation.

Azula: Yeah, he’s a great friend.

Iroh: He means so much to you. Tell me. Do you love him?

Azula: Uh...I mean...I don’t...not...like...seriously!?

Iroh: It is ok, Azula, like the spirit world, love is strange and yet beautiful. There is more than one variation.

Azula: What do you suggest I’d do?

Iroh: Go ahead and show him how you feel.

Azula: Oh, sure, that’ll be a fun conversation. ‘Hey hippy, you remember the time I zapped you, possibly killing you, destroying the avatar cycle and truly putting the nomads into extinction, all just for sport and anger? Well, I think we should hook up now, don’t you?’

Iroh: It’s probably not place to say this, but he feels the same for you.

Azula: What makes you so sure?

Iroh: Think about it, right after Aang had let go of Katara and embrace his last chakra, he felt compelled to visit you often. He believed in you when no one else would. He taught you to master you’re own chakras. He gave glances at you often when you weren't looking. And he brought you here, a private vacation to the spirit world, a place where you two can be together with no distractions, do all of these sound like simple platonic gestures to you?

Azula: Well...the chakra part could be.

Iroh: You know, Zuko and Katara’s relationship started off very rocky as well, but as Zuko proved his atonement and how combatable they were, their love proved very indomitable. You and Aang’s love will be the same.

#azaang #azulaang #aangzula #atla headcanons #atla au #iroh #azula #aang #spirit world #zutara #not lok compliant #not atla comics compliant

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