#but for lucy this is just a memory of being made a fool of

[firsttimewriter92]

Schilling for your thoughts Part 2

König x f!reader

Summary: After meeting König your feelings seem to be all over the place. You miss him. Two new recruits for task force 141 are the last thing you want to think about. Part 1 here. It´s better if you read it. Part 3 here

Word count: 3.895

Warnings: mega fluff, slight sexual thoughts, making out, slight touching, Graves is alive in this one (and an a**), that´s just how I see him

Authors note: Yes, I am one of those who believe that König is a ginger, freckled, mighty sweetheart. (I was trying to find this amazing fanart I saw of him that basically started this fic, but I can´t find it again!! I´m sad; It´s so good) Only slightly awkward but he knows how to let someone know he´s interessted. He´ll only unleash the beast on the battlefield, that´s it. I will die on this hill!! Social anxiety, yes. But he´s not completely incapable of interacting with a person<3

 Sweating you woke up for the second time that night. Blinking your eyes open you groaned in frustration and then dissolved into little disbelieving giggles. Throwing your arm over your eyes you could still see his eyes boring into you from above, still felt the tingle of his tongue on your neck, still felt his broad frame completely covering you. How in the world were you able to imagine all that? Make it feel so real without actually having touched the man. König.

“Fuuuuuck” you mumbled while images of your dream invaded your memory. Your whole body tingled and itched. You still had his scent in your nose. Although in your dream it was mixed with sweat and sex. It was just your imagination. You hadn’t seen him since your first encounter at Lucy´s two days ago. Much less had him panting underneath you, grabbing and licking desperately. God, you needed a glass of water. You hopped off your bed knowing you had to leave for work soon anyway and made your way into your bathroom. Work would keep your mind off him, you were sure. At least you hoped it would.

Nothing worse than working in a male dominated field, constantly being surrounded by them and being horny as fuck. If you couldn’t get the edge off somehow, even someone like Philip Graves would become attractive. If even for only one night. You shivered thinking about that. No. No, no way José. That self-centred, entitled prick was a constant pain in your ass. His interactions with you only consisted of two things. Him asking you out in the most sleezy, vomit inducing type of way or him trying to make you responsible for every little mishap the base´s equipment had. He just wouldn’t get the hint.

Sure he wasn’t the most pleasant fellow on base but by far the worst you had to deal with. Other than him the soldiers either left you alone, respected your skill and opinion or were good friends and comrades of yours.

When Captain Price formed task force 141 and made you it´s chief mechanic you first thought he was pulling your leg. Sure, you were brilliant at your job, only a fool would deny that but he and the people he wanted to recruit were literal heroes. Legends even and he wanted you amongst them. Making sure that whenever the massive doors of the hangar opened and they made their way towards the various vehicles and planes, helicopters ect., they would be working with top notch equipment. Functioning vehicles and helis were almost as important as their weapons. You choosing not to be in the field meant, that doing your job was your contribution to keeping your team alive.

At the beginning you didn’t feel like part of said team at all. You made sure everything was on point for them to use but you didn’t throw yourself into dangerous situations like they did.

And then one day over shouting, explosions in the background and shots fired rapidly, you´d guided Ghost over the comms on how to repair an enemies heli for them to escape. The moment the background noises had faded and you knew they were in the air away from most danger, you had almost cried in relief.

Waiting on base for the heli to return you´d paced the floor of the hangar and nervously bit your nails. After what felt like a lifetime, they´d landed and Soap immediately jumped out and ran towards you. Your breath had been knocked clean out of you when he´d crushed you to his chest shouting.

“You are absolutely incredible!! There was no way we would have been able to make that piece of junk fly again without you. You saved our arses out there,___!!!” Relieved laughter had bubbled from your chest when he´d let you go and held your shoulders, looking at you with sparkling eyes.

“Good job” the Captain had said with a short but proud smile when he came to a holt in front of you. He never had to say much to make his feelings known. That `good job´ had told you enough to make your chest swell as you nodded to him. Ghost hadn´t said much. He´d just walked over to you lifting his arm in an angle and happily smirking you had done the same. Your forearms connecting he´d looked down at you nodding his head once, slowly.

That was it. Since then you became best friends with Soap, good friends with Gaz, Captain Price became somewhat of a mentor to you and Ghost…well, he was special. You didn’t talk much but when it was his downtime (which he only took very begrudgingly) he would come find you, sitting or standing next to you and watching you work. Sometimes he would ask you a question and so you figured you´d just do the talking. Whenever he was there with you, you would explain the steps you took to repair or maintain motors, axle´s and technical equipment.

So, when Price had announced two new recruits for the 141 you´d all looked a little surprised. But of course you trusted your Captain with his judgement. Today was the day the new recruits would join your task force and you would make sure to make a good impression. Knowing them or not, they were part of your team now. And you would try and make them part of your circle. You didn’t even know their names yet.

Showering quickly, making coffee and eating a quick breakfast you hurried over to your base. You didn’t live far from it and as you weren’t active in the field there was no reason for you to live in the barracks like Soap or Ghost did as long as they were on duty. Which seemed to be a never ending occurrence.  

You jogged over to your hangar like every morning, greeting people left and right until you heard the boisterous bickering of Soap and Gaz. Grinning from ear to ear you walked into the large area full of soldiers, vehicles and helicopters. “Could you two please shut it! It´s my first day back, seriously!” you said loudly but with a huge smile on your face. “There she is!” Soap laughed and scooped you up, swinging you left and right. “Never leave for that long again, hen. Please! Ghost is not a suitable replacement for you.” He sat you down on your feet again. “I was only gone for two weeks, Johnny, don´t be so dramatic” you rolled your eyes playfully. “And don’t make fun of my padawan” you pushed your finger into his chest. He smiled and swung his arm over your shoulders. “Aye, a´right, lass. Promise!”

Gaz smiled at you. “Good to have you back,___. You are right on time, the two new recruits are with Price right now. He will introduce you in a sec.” You raised an eyebrow. “You already met them?” you asked. “Aye, this mornin´. We had an early briefin´.” Soap said. “Hmm, I see. So…are they…?”

“Capable? Yes, absolutely. They come highly recommended” Gaz said matter of factly. You felt a weight drop from your chest. “I see. That´s good.”

In the corner of your eye you saw something that made your head whip around. Price had just entered the hangar with casual steps. He stopped next to a table and turned to the soldier following after him. Your jaw dropped and your whole body jerked a little to the side. Soap gave you a knowing smirk. “I know, right? He´s massive. 6´10 I think.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest and you were desperately trying to convince yourself that it was totally normal to have a vast number of 6´10 men walking around the immediate vicinity of a military base. It was normal, there were a lot of men of that hight walking around. Right? No,___. Fuck no! There aren´t!

You weren’t 100% sure it was him though. How could you be? The mountain standing next to Price was wearing full gear as well as a sniper hood, completely covering his face and neck. You couldn’t see his eyes very well from that distance to make sure. There also was one other thing. This man stood tall, shoulders pulled back, head held high. He wasn’t slouching, so even though you whished nothing more than to see König again, this couldn’t be him. The height? Total coincidence.

Trying to hide your, as you realised, devastating disappointment you got to work immediately. Thinking about the auburn haired man that stirred a longing inside of you, you couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just the dreams you had about him. It was his excitement, his eagerness, his voice, his damn smile. You saw it every time you closed your eyes. Your heart hurt. How could you be lovesick? It didn’t make much sense to you. The only thing you knew was that your heart and body felt like they were on fire constantly since meeting him. Your body pleasantly, your heart filled with something aching. It was a mixture you had never felt before.

Sighing deeply you were currently torso deep leaned into the hood of your latest broken piece of equipment when you heard Price´s commanding voice booming behind you. “___, meet the new team members.” Nervous, you wiped your hands on the rack hanging from your black overalls. When you turned, the world seemed to stop yet again. There was no denying. Not being able to see more than his eyes this close to you, it was enough. You had struggled too much to figure out their colour to not recognise them now even surrounded by the hood and black face paint. His eyes were wide and they looked to your shock absolutely horrified.

While Price was looking a bit taken aback by your quietness he didn’t comment on it. König´s eyes still held your own until he seemed to snap out of something and took a step towards you. “Nein…” he sounded so devastated you didn’t know if you should try to console him or be offended. “Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, Maus. Was machst du hier?! Wieso…wieso bist du hier?!“ (Mouse, what are you doing here?! Why are you here?!) His hands moved to the top of his head like he was trying to grab his hair but he couldn’t. Instead he got much closer and lay both massive hands on your shoulders leaning down towards you and looking into your eyes. His own swam with what you now saw worry, fear and maybe a bit of relieve.

Price stepped into your field of vision with a raised eyebrow. He looked ready to pounce on König within the second you asked for it. “I´m fine, Captain. I…I´ve met him previously.” He didn’t look very comfortable with this information but slowly walked backwards towards Soap who´s collar was held by Gaz, holding him back from sprinting.

Your attention was pulled back towards König again as he carefully moved one hand and lay it gently on your cheek. “You´re not supposed to be here” he whispered. You knew he didn’t mean it in a condescending way so you tried an encouraging smile. “I didn’t have the chance to tell you what my occupation was” you answered slowly. “I didn’t know you were a soldier either.” He nodded his head a bit.

It suddenly dawned on you what his and your position would mean now and your stomach twisted uncomfortably. You understood his tone of voice now. He sighed deeply. “Ich hab´ so oft an dich gedacht” (I thought about you so often) he said gently. Your heart squeezed in your chest and trying to not choke up you nodded. “Ich auch an dich” (As did I) you answered. Why beat around the bush? He was here and so were you. You had to work with that fact. His eyes narrowed and you knew he was smiling underneath his hood. Slightly touching the hand that was still on your cheek you smiled back. You couldn’t see his cheeks or ears but your best guess was that they were bright pink at this point.

It was a bit difficult to manoeuvre everything since König joined 141. Price had pulled you aside after your first encounter with König at base and asked if this would turn into a problem. You gave him your most honest answer. “No, Sir. Unless you feel it´s a problem that I worry about my teammates out in the field. It will eventually happen with König and Horangi too.” Price huffed a small laugh. “Yea, I know you worry ´bout us. I also know you sometimes stretch your hours to be here when we get back and then pretend like something was broken” his voice sounded mildly stern. You hung your head a little. “I just wanna make sure you´re sure about how much you wanna…pursue whatever this thing with König is. You know the military has some rules about that.” You felt your face burn but nodded quickly. “I´m aware, Sir. I…I´m not even sure what…” He raised his hand. “Don´t need to hear it. I can´t stop you from caring and it´s good that you do. Not gonna lie, feels nice when we get back and you´re there.” You stared at him and your heart swelled for your Captain.

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Months passed and it was like you expected it to be. König and you had this unspoken agreement to see what this thing between you would turn out to be but it was difficult. You only saw each other on base when you were both fully committed to your jobs. Your job was to make sure all their equipment was on point. You couldn’t let yourself fall much deeper for him and let it become a distraction. And on the other hand you wished for nothing more than be closer to him. Other than some very small touches and hushed conversations you hadn’t had the time to explore further what you felt for each other. Every time they left in the heli or plane he would turn one last time and look back at you giving you a small wave.

The next time they came back, König was the one who´s gear was caked in blood more than the others. He really looked like an absolute beast coming down the ramp. Powerful legs carried him in long strides towards you until he stopped right in front of you. His gaze was cold, his posture challenging. It was like he was trying to intimidate you. And it almost worked. What you couldn’t forget however was his sweet smile, his adorable grin. “Was versuchst du hier, König?” (What are you trying to do here, König?) you asked him calmly and lifted your hand to his smudged cheek.

Immediately his shoulders slumped the way you remembered and his eyes closed. You hadn’t seen his face since that day at Lucy´s. His hood was always on. After months of pining your patience was at an end. You took his hand and pulled him outside the hangar. You could see Gaz and Soap fist-bumping in the background as you pulled König after you into the dark. The dull light of the hangar reached you only slightly when you stopped next to the heli and turned to him. “Ich will dich sehen” (I want to see you) you said while still holding his hand.

His breath stuttered as his other hand moved to his hood, pulling it over his head. Your heart beat against your ribs hastily. There he was. The area around his eyes painted black only accentuated his glowing irises, solely trained on you. With an almost wide open mouth you saw that his hair was not tied back. Or maybe not anymore. It flowed down towards his shoulders, framing his face with strands of liquid copper and brown. His mouth was a straight line, his brows pinched. He looked like he was fighting with himself. “König” you whispered pulling him closer to you. “We both know there´s something there.” He nodded immediately but looked almost ashamed. You continued. “For me, it was there in the bookstore, it was there when you joined 141 and it´s here now” you pointed at your heart. He inhaled sharply. “Oh, Maus. Du weißt ja nicht…” (Oh, mouse. You don´t even know…) “I thought my heart would explode in that bookstore.” He came closer to you, gently reaching out and touching your waist.

“When I realised that you´re in the military, in my team…I got so scared. I thought you were active in the field for a second. It terrified me. I thought you´d get to see the side of me that I don’t….can´t show you.” You took the last step and lifted both hands to his chest. His heart was hammering against your palm violently. Moving your hands further upwards you encased his aristocratic face into your hands. “I´m used to seeing blood, König” you said a bit teasingly. He huffed and smiled a little bit. “I…change….out there” he said hesitantly, looking at you with the most vulnerable eyes you had ever seen on a person.

You nodded in understanding. “You don’t have to explain more than that, König. All I know is that you changing out there, brings you back to me time and time again unscathed. That´s all that matters to me.” His eyes were so round and disbelieving. His arms sneaked around your waist pulling you flush to his wide chest. Your own hands wound themselves to the back of his neck pulling him down to you gently.

With somewhat sweaty hands and a body boiling so hot you could feel your own heat emitting from it, you looked into his beautiful eyes until his nose brushed yours gently. Your lips twitching you closed your eyes and waited for him to take the last step. He took his time.

Holding you ever so close he brushed his nose up the bridge of yours until his lips softly brushed your forehead. The air was almost punched from your lungs when you felt their soft texture breathing little pecks over your hairline, down your nose again and finally stopping above your mouth. “Meine kleine Maus. So wunderschön” (My little mouse. So beautiful) he breathed against your quivering lips. He was driving you nuts.

Slowly he began to move one hand up and up over your spine. Goosebumps covered your whole body and your knees became weaker by the second. “König” you almost whined. “Bitte” (Please).

So, finally with a violent shiver of his own and a slight groan, he moved his head and fully took your mouth with his.

It was like something in yourself opened up for the first time. You´ve kissed plenty of people before but none of them felt like he did. None of them tasted like he did. He was holding you gently but firm as he opened his mouth slightly. One of his hands at the back of your neck managed to let you forget everything that was going on around you, in the world.

Quickly you noticed that just standing there, holding onto him and letting your lips do the talking wasn’t enough. You´ve got a taste of him and now, your body craved more than you were sure you could chew at that moment. Open mouthed kisses with König was something out of this world. He may seemed like a bit of a shy person but damn, he was an incredible kisser. When you let out a little whimper you could feel his hands clamp down on you for a second. Encouraged by his reaction and knowing he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, you gently and carefully touched his tongue with yours. A deep, rattling sound came from his chest as he used his own tongue to explore your mouth.

You couldn’t imagine how you had ever lived without his kisses before. It was like the movements of his tongue and gently fingers breathed live into you all the while robbing you of every ounce of oxygen in your lungs as well as every coherent thought. “Shit” he breathed. “I can´t” *kiss* “fucking stop” *kiss*. “You are so addicting. Thought about you” *Kiss* “every damn day.”

“Don’t let go” you breathed against his lips, desperately clinging to him. “Gott, Maus. Nicht mal wenn ich könnte” (God, mouse. Not even if I could) he growled. Your head was swimming. One more German word out of his mouth and you´d jump his bones then and there. König´s hands framed your face and slowly he retreated his wicked tongue from your mouth. Pecking your lips several more times he was panting by the time you opened your eyes to look at him better. Your hand had wandered from his neck into his hair and you twirled the silky strands affectionately while gazing at his kiss swollen lips. He grinned and all your were able to concentrate on were those damned canines.

Smiling you brushed your nose with his and giggled when he squeezed you hard licking his teeth. Your nether regions tingled so bad at this point, you really had to concentrate. You didn’t want this to be less than a make-out and a quickie. You cared for this giant sweetheart more than what you had thought was possible.

“I´d love to continue this, Maus but…You have to know that…I care a great deal about you. You mean a lot to me. I can´t just…” You touched his face with a light brush of your fingertips and he looked at you almost apologetically. “It´s okey, König. So do I” you smiled wide. The look of content and relieve that befell his face was so pure it almost choked you up.

Still holding you close to him he buried his head into your hair and took a deep breath. He mumbled something you couldn’t understand so you chuckled and leaned back a bit to look at him. He had a sheepish smile on his face. You pulled his head down again and kissed him, fully enjoying the little hiccup escaping him. When you detached from him again he touched your face with gentle fingers, mapping out each curve and edge. Then he sighed deeply and said “I´m really not looking forward to the conversation I´ll need to have with the Captain. He scares me.”

At that you had to laugh a little. “What conversation do you mean?” you asked. Hope and excitement spreading through your veins. “Well” he said, grinning again. “I want to take this wonderful little Maus out on a date and see where it take´s us. She´s pretty neat.” You giggled and felt your cheeks and neck burn. “But I need to talk to the Captain first.” You nodded in understanding.

“I think your Maus will be very happy to say yes to a date” you chuckled in a whisper and got on your tiptoes. He bent his head quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into his arms. This kiss was incredibly sweet though not less passionate as  the last one.

As he slowly turned on his axis, never once leaving your lips, your heart sang with possibility and affection towards the man named König.

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[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 48)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (43) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (5)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**Just a little one tonight...I've been busy. Also it's very emotional...Sorry!**))

“Tell me everything.”

Leah downed her second drink in a row. “The awards are going to start.”

“Not for another twenty minutes…”

The England Captain sighed and put her head in her hands for a minute or so, YFN leaving her to her thoughts until she was ready. She came back up with decisiveness, looking at YFN.

“The first I heard of Mark was when I was promoting my book last year. I was promoting it around social media and all that, and one of the things I did was a sort of sit down talk with JK Rowling about it. She’s a children’s author, my book is for children, it just made sense to everyone, including my publishing agency. Anyways, Joe’s team were confident that it would be a massive boost for her after the previous comments she’d made. They planned it so that doing this little interview with me would make people start to like her again and boost her reputations back up and… well Mark didn’t like that. He approached me without my team around and told me to make sure the interview never came out. I talked to my team and Joe’s team and they didn’t seem surprised he’d done that. My team told him no. The next thing I know, he approached me with a video of…” Leah closed her eyes and shook her head as if to rid herself of the memories.

“Leah you didn’t…” YFN stopped herself.

“No! No, I didn’t cheat on Jordan. The video was of Jordan and I, but you couldn’t tell it was her. You could definitely tell it was me.”

YFN heart sunk and she reached out to touch Leah’s arm reassuringly. “How.. how bad was it?”

YFN could see the tears forming in her eyes. She pulled her head back almost looking at the ceiling as she tried to keep them at bay and dabbed her eyes. “I’m sorry, this is relief more than anything. You’re the first person I’ve told.” She met YFN’s eyes again with a small smile that wasn’t fooling anyone. “It was bad. You can see most of me naked and the back of Jordan’s head between my legs, though it just looks like it could have been anyone. The problem was me obviously coming on camera. We were near a window in a high-rise so the only thing I can think of is drone footage… I didn’t see it…”

She was the first person she’d told. Leah had kept it all to herself. She squeezed her arm.

“It’s not illegal to video someone inside their home, but it’s a strong case for being unethical..”

“Yeah, my lawyers eventually worked that one out. But I didn’t want to drag Jordan down in my mess. I thought I was going down, and I..” she looked over at Jordan. “I didn’t want to drag her down with me. She deserves better.” She looked back at YFN. “You would have done the same for Lucy.. I know you would have.”

It all started making sense to her then. Leah’s talk to YFN when she was arguing with Lucy about ‘don’t fall into the trap of pretending it’s for the best when it’s not. I’ve made that mistake and can’t watch you do the same..’

Leah broke up with Jordan because of this. Because of Mark. Her eyes searched for him in the crowd as she spoke.

“So you broke up with Jordan because you were worried he would make it public and ruin your career and Jordan’s by association. It’s taken your lawyers a little over a year to win the rights to the video, so you’re trying to win Jordan back, and now he’s threatening to leak it out of spite?” Her words were said between gritted teeth.

Her eyes scanned over Lucy, only pausing long enough to see her look of curiosity and worry at the expression on YFN’s face which she guessed was fierce.

“That sums it up pretty well actu-“

Leah cut herself off when YFN stood and left, walking towards the man she’d finally spotted in the crowd. She didn’t care where she was.

“You!” She said, standing in front of him. “You like threatening people and ruining relationships, do you? What exactly do you want?”

Mark looked a little embarrassed and waved the people he was talking to away. “Leave us, I’ll find you.” He turned to YFN. “You want to do this here and now?”

“You fucking started it.”

A hand grabbed hold of her arm and she didn’t have to look to know it was Lucy.

“YFN, don’t. It’s not worth it.” Leah pleaded from YFN’s other side, her hand also finding her arm as she murmured the next bit quietly. “Let the lawyers handle it.”

“I want to know,” she said, fists balled up. “What do you want?”

He looked around as if to make sure they weren’t making a scene before he bent down. “You know what I want. Joe-“

“Joe has nothing to do with us, and even if she did, we don’t represent whatever she did to hurt you. So leave us alone.”

Mark laughed. Actually laughed. “As if you don’t have enemies as well, YFN?”

“That’s enough,” Lucy growled over her shoulder.

“No,” he replied harshly with a glare at Lucy before his attention turned back to YFN. “This world is built on enemies. Take a think about those photos of you and your girlfriend at the airport, hm? I don’t live in Barcelona. None of the people who work for me do. So take a moment to rethink… do you have any enemies? Particularly ones in.. oh I don’t know… Barcelona?”

Her stomach dropped lower. The photos hadn’t been the best quality, and she’d wondered if they were taken from a phone. Of course they would have.

“K…Kristie?”

“Not so innocent, are you?”

Lucy took a step forward when they were interrupted.

“Lucy! Leah! It’s good to see you again!”

They turned and paled as William and Catherine approached. They looked stunning, William in a tux and Catherine in a dress.

The five of them composed themselves quickly enough that the tension went unnoticed.

Lucy greeted the pair first and then stepped back, placing a reassuring hand on YFN’s lower back. She was the only person who knew that Catherine was her ‘Joe’. Leah greeted them next with a textbook smile, teeth showing, followed by Jordan. Mark had managed to sneak away, but not before flashing YFN another look as if he’d won. She pretended not to see. After the pair greeted the three lionesses, William’s attention turned to her.

“YFN, right?” She curtsied slowly to get her thoughts together. How did he know who she was? Luckily he continued as he shook her hand with a smile. “You’re the manager of Lumos, the new company for women’s sports, yes?”

YFN nodded. “That’s me. Lovely to meet you.”

“Fantastic work. Absolutely fantastic. I’m into football myself, if you can’t tell,” he joked, gesturing to the three lionesses beside her. He stepped just far enough to the side for Catherine to give her a similar greeting. Gosh, she was good at pretending they didn’t know each other. YNF shook her hand also.

“William is a sports fan but even more so a football fanatic,” she explained as if she didn’t know. The eye roll really sold it.

YFN had done her research and knew that William was the President of the Football Association, amongst his other titles.

“Catherine spotted some football stars, knowing I couldn’t resist coming over and saying hello,” he grinned. Ah, that made sense. This was Catherine’s way of intervening. She must have seen. “Anything to get out whatever we were previously talking about.” He was cheeky, which was refreshing. “Have you heard of Lumos?”

Catherine nodded. “Yes, they seem like a wonderful new start up,” she turned to YFN. “Is it just for women’s football or will it be for other things?”

“Starting off with women’s football. Aiming to have full coverage over all leagues and internationals by the middle of next year. Following that we’ll expand to other female sports which are lacking attention like cricket and tennis, and from there we’ll see. As of right now its main purpose is to bridge that deficit of coverage of women’s sports.”

“That’s excellent,” William said. “And much needed. Women’s sports have a lot of supporters and it would give young girls better access to sportswomen to idolise growing up. I remember you all saying how difficult it was growing up without that..”

The lionesses nodded, and Leah stepped in as Captain, supporting her and mentioning how Lumos was already becoming very popular with the players around England.

They spoke for a little longer, the conversation made easy by William. He was great at talking in general and holding interest. They had to leave after five full minutes of conversation, apologising as they were expected to meet some more people before the awards started. YFN was fine with that, she had too much on her mind to be entertaining a conversation when she felt like she needed to be sick.

“Fucking Kristie,” Lucy growled when they’d left.

YFN didn’t say anything, the feeling of dread sitting there.

“What are you going to do?” Jordan asked softly.

“She violated her restraining order. I’m going to get airport footage of her there.”

YFN was almost zoned out, barely hearing as she tried to find Mark again. Kristie hovering around them left her nervous and scared, but she couldn’t get over the feeling that came with knowing what he’d done to Leah and Jordan without caring. Her eyes wandered but couldn’t find him and regardless, the trio wouldn’t have let her confront him again anyways.

“It’s not worth it,” Lucy said again. YFN looked at her harder than she ever had so she knew she was serious.

“Yes, it is.”

Her message got across and Lucy looked to Leah who was biting her lip. Jordan saw Leah hesitating and shook her head. She was done. She walked off. Lucy went to follow but YFN stopped her and her hand found Lucy’s, entwining their fingers. Lucy softened.

YFN turned to Leah. “We have ten minutes until we need to be seated, Leah.”

“I don’t deserve her,” she whispered. “I can’t drag her into this mess..”

“Leah…a mistake repeated more than once is a decision. Don’t make her decision for her again. Give her a choice, and give her the truth.”

Leah’s lips parted and her face fell as the words hit her hard. She nodded and walked over to Jordan. Lucy and YFN found a comfortable spot of their own and YFN told Lucy at the exact same time that Leah told Jordan. Lucy’s face fell and her head whipped around to find Mark, but was stopped by YFN catching her cheek with the palm of her hand.

“No, Luce. Not tonight.”

She planted a soft kiss to her cheek as Lucy calmed herself, turning to watch Leah tell Jordan. They’d never seen Jordan’s face drop so fast. She was distraught. Leah hadn’t left her because of her. Leah had left her to protect her. Jordan’s lips trembled and for the first time in a long time, she let Leah hold her, and stroke her back as she cried. Finally. Catharsis.

They’d all managed to tidy themselves up before the awards and they sat together in pairs, YFN noticing Leah’s hand was made open and available to Jordan which she eventually took. Their fingers laced together like Lucy’s and YFN’s while they listened to speeches and only then did she let herself relax and enjoy the fact that Lucy was here. She couldn’t help the looks of adoration.

“Your boxing class,” she murmured during a break.

“Pushed it to tomorrow,” Lucy smirked. “Figured some cardio on the day before El Clasico would be a good idea.”

YFN hummed her approval and gripped her bicep with her spare arm. “You came.”

“Of course I did, little one,” they shared a look, not really caring that they were in public. “Besides…I’m glad I did with this drama.”

“I’m glad you did too,” she sighed, her eyes finding Jordan and Leah again. “I really needed you tonight.”

She needed her every night, but she wasn’t about to admit that.

The awards were a nice distraction and they caught up with a few of the other lionesses: Alex Scott, Chloe Kelly, Mary Earps, Jill Scott and a few celebrities outside of football Leah introduced them to. After the drama of Mark, they’d all fallen into the enjoyment of the night and each other’s company. Most people left the venue quickly, however the four stayed and enjoyed the soft music and relaxed atmosphere as opposed to the chaos of the after party. YFN found herself slow dancing in Lucy’s arms, joined by several other couples who preferred that to a night club scene. They whispered sweet nothings to each other as they swayed, giving Leah and Jordan time to speak quietly at a table alone. Only when the conversation appeared to be ending, did they stop and join them.

They stopped for takeout on the way home, looking incredibly overdressed as they did so which amused them all. They sat and ate at the takeout place which was far too dirty for their clothes, but again, they were enjoying themselves and the company of each other. Somehow with all of her condiments, Lucy had managed to not drop any onto her outfit, and the trio let her know just how impressed they were. The table she’d been leaning over though…that needed a bucket and a mop. Her excuse was that she hadn’t eaten since lunch, though they knew her better than that.

They arrived back at Lucy’s house late, undressing, showering and getting into comfy clothes.

“I want to see it,” Jordan said.

Leah didn’t bother arguing. She knew she’d been wrong to keep it from her. She looked at YFN and Lucy who were already giving them space. It was none of their business.

Jordan watched the video with fear. It didn’t go for long, and it was exactly as Leah had described. They were in a high rise apartment they’d booked for a romantic night together in London. Leah was naked and propped up on pillows on the couch, and Jordan’s mouth was on her. It was impossible to tell it was Jordan as the couch arm cut off all of her body besides the head as it moved, her hands gripping Leah’s hips as she ate her. Leah was a mess at this point. Her hair was out and she was desperately chasing the high that Jordan was pushing her towards. She was a sweaty, moaning mess, unable to keep still, her hands finding Jordan wherever she could. The end of the video was Leah orgasming, her back arching and a whimper torn from her throat, her nipples excited and pointing to the ceiling. It was confronting to watch, even without sound.

They didn’t speak when it was done. Jordan handed her phone back wordlessly and Leah picked up her bag. Jordan walked her to the door. There hadn’t been any discussion on Leah not staying, it was just something they both knew was right.

“I love you,” Leah said from the doorstep, her bag slung over her shoulder. “I made a decision without involving you. I thought I was protecting you, but I took your choice away. I never stopped and will never stop loving you. I can’t change the past, but I can tell you here and now that I’ll give you everything, all of me, and I’ll never make a decision without you again. I’ve lost a year with you, and I can’t stand to lose another second. If you take me back and realise you can’t trust me….then I’ll bear that burden of pain and I need you to know that I’d never beg you to stay just for my feelings. I’d hold the door open and offer you everything I had, because you deserve everything, Jord. Just…think on it.”

Leah leant down slowly and kissed Jordan on the cheek one long, lingering kiss. Jordan’s head turned into her and their foreheads met, lips hovering over each others. Leah cupped her cheek and wiped away the tears that her words had drawn from Jordan. She was tempted to kiss her, but she was not going to make another mistake. It was Jordan’s choice from here on.

“You’re my person. I love you, Jord.”

And with that, Leah was gone, Jordan watching as she did. She watched her open her car door and toss her bag in. She watched her sit in her seat and put her seatbelt on. She watched her lips tremble as she exhaled her emotions, gripping the steering wheel. Her red eyes found Jordan on the doorstep with her arms wrapped around her body to shield herself from the cold. That should be her keeping her warm. She started the car as her own tears fell. Jordan watched until she could no longer see her car, her heart aching for those happy years with Leah again.

She went back inside and YFN was waiting for her with her arms out. Jordan planted herself there, letting her emotions out in loud sobs. Lucy came past and wrapped her arms around them both tightly, kissing Jordan on the head.

They ended up on the couch, Jordan crying herself to sleep in YFN’s arms, Lucy tucking a blanket over them. She settled herself on the adjacent side of the L-shaped modular couch, her head near theirs and her pinky finding YFN’s.

#woso #womens football #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso soccer #engwnt #jordan nobbs #lionesses #lucy bronze #woso x reader #wsl #leah williamson #arsenal women #aston villa women #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze x reader

[zaimta]

T.M.I

zai says: i think imma release these every friday, when the other ones come out yall will be able to tell that this was the first one i did also i'm gon milk this arc till the day i die n y'all know this

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you looked in the mirror in disgust, you hated what you saw, nothing but a broken person who couldn't even stay true to what they believed in. nothing more than a puppet being toyed with by the puppet master.

you and freed walked side by side to the church, he could tell you were feeling a slight amount of guilt but he had yet to figure out something that was bothering him “y/n. it’s clear that laxus will only listen to you at this point. but maybe he is beyond that point��however, i must ask why haven’t you told him to call this all off? it’s clear you don’t want much to do with this. so why y/n? why do you fight for something you don’t believe in?”

“because i-”

“damnit!” you shouted at the memory flooding your brain, you clutched your head looking down at your feet, and you then felt tears streaming down your cheek “why wasn’t i strong enough? i’m pathetic.”

back then you knew the answer to his question and you still do now, your guilt was eating you alive not allowing you to think clearly

your arms fell slack by your sides and you fell to your knees, tears still streaming down your cheeks

“maybe i’m just a fool freed.” he sent a smile your way his eyes screamed pity, just a pitiful glare for a shameful idiot and you hated every second of it.

“i should have done more back then, anything would have been better than this outcome. i was too weak to stop it, i was just a love-sick fool who was blinded by that fact. after all this time did he even love me back? was i following him blindly just for him to not even love me back?” despite all the fond memories you made your doubts triumph over everything you knew and what he told you.

shame flooded your mind, you felt embarrassed to feel this way, to wallow in your own shame and regret. these feelings were all too familiar to you and you hated every last second of it, every pitiful millisecond was nothing short of hell to you, he was long gone and out of your life but yet your doubts in your relationship still followed you.

“please…make it stop.” you mumbled weakly as if your pleas would be heard while your tears flowed like a river.

“because i loved him. no matter how many people i had to hurt i wanted to see him happy again.”

i hate myself i look in the mirror and start to cry stupid self sabotage every time t.m.i i think i'm the worst criticize everything 'til it hurts

you don’t know but you picked yourself and decided to go to the guild hopefully some time around your friends would do you some good, and there it was again the pitty glances, you smiled throughout them all but there was only so much you could take.

you went to an empty table to clear your thoughts and felt a hand on your shoulder, you tensed up bracing for those words “how are you holding up?” lucy spoke to you as if you were fragile and you could break at any second, or that’s what it felt like to you anyway. you snatched your shoulder away from her grip and sent her a glare “im fine. why does everyone treat me like i’m some fragile thing?”

bet you wish you never asked sorry if i made you sad at least you know now where i'm at

you dropped your shoulders suddenly aware of how tense you were, you groaned and ran a hand down your face “shit. i’m sorry lucy i’m just…tired.”

“y/n im sorry i didn’t mean to-” you cut the celestial mage off “no it’s not your fault you were just trying to check on me.” you felt something run down your cheeks, we’re you crying? after all this time an ‘are you okay’ was what it took to get to you. you excused yourself and headed into the bathroom, it was pathetic you felt like a failure crying in a public restroom. you were nothing more than a waste of space who couldn’t have anything go your way.

“it’s all my fault. maybe if i was more firm?? who am i kidding maybe if i said something anything he still would have been here.” you think to yourself causing your tears so flow like a river down your face.

you looked in the mirror and saw the weakest person you ever saw, and it took everything in you not to smash that mirror.

“y/n?” evergreen said while knocking on the bathroom door “im coming in okay?” she walked into the bathroom and noticed the tears on your cheeks and she wordlessly wiped them away and sighed “what am i going do with you n/n? we’ve got to get you a better coping mechanism” she chuckled quietly at her own joke, she pulled down her dress so it was at least covering her legs and sat on the floor, she patted the spot next to her with a gentle smile inviting you to sit. you wordlessly sat next to her with your knees pulled up to your chest.

“i know this is hard on you right now, but you can’t keep pushing us away we’re here for you…freed told me how you have been feeling.” you sighed deeply “so you know everything?” she shook her head “i only know freed’s assumptions, if you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay but you can’t keep letting your emotions eat you alive it’s not healthy for you y/n.”

the two of you sat there in silence for a while, you broke the silence with a small sigh and began opening up to evergreen about how you’ve been feeling “i feel like it’s all my fault ever…i feel like i could have done more maybe if i said something this whole thing wouldn't have happened or maybe he wouldn’t have been kick out of the guild” you pull your knees closer to your chest as you speak “i loved him ever, and now i might not even see him again.”

evergreen rested her hand on yours with a soft smile, you looked at her and her eyes didn’t scream pitty nor did they feel as if they were looking down at you and it was comforting “you don’t have to be guilty for anything y/n, we all made the choice to follow his plan…and he’s quite the ambitious man you know that, no matter what he would have seen his plan through till the end.”

you returned the smile “yea you’re right” the smile didn’t reach your eyes and she knew that, she knew you needed time how much time was all up to you however.

i hate myself i look in the mirror and start to cry super self sabotage every time t.m.i i think i'm the worst criticize everything 'til it hurts if you knew me better, you would like me worse t.m.i

#fairy tail x reader #laxus x reader #fairy tail x y/n #fairy tail x you #laxus x y/n #laxus x you #laxus dreyar x reader #laxus dreyar x you #laxus dreyar x y/n

[yallemagne]

For the first time... Mina doubts the effortless confidence in her marriage.

Mina has expressed before that she keeps her journal to share with Jonathan.

It seems only yesterday that the last entry was made, and yet how much between then, in Whitby and all the world before me... Some day he may ask me about it. Down it all goes.

She restarted her journal knowing Jonathan might inquire about the foggy time in his memory when he was sick and so much was going on around them.

Well, some day Jonathan will tell me all; and lest it should ever be that he should think for a moment that I kept anything from him, I still keep my journal as usual. Then if he has feared of my trust I shall show it to him, with every thought of my heart put down for his dear eyes to read.

But today, she writes so Jonathan will not suspect that she is keeping anything from him. When has she ever worried that Jonathan would doubt her? Certainly not when she was meeting with unmarried men alone and staying over at one's house. Nope. No worry of doubt or perhaps jealousy then. Not until now, when their honest and trustful marriage is being challenged by Van Helsing's stubborn insistence on secrecy.

Oh, why did I ever go to Whitby? There now, crying again! I wonder what has come over me to-day. I must hide it from Jonathan, for if he knew that I had been crying twice in one morning—I, who never cried on my own account, and whom he has never caused to shed a tear—the dear fellow would fret his heart out. I shall put a bold face on, and if I do feel weepy, he shall never see it. I suppose it is one of the lessons that we poor women have to learn....

What good does keeping her feelings a secret from him until "the right time" do him? When that time comes, wouldn't it hurt more for Jonathan to find out that as he and the men went gallivanting like fools into the night, she was hurting and blaming herself fully for Lucy's death, and he wasn't there to comfort her? Perhaps, she counts on Jonathan simply never inquiring after her. Perhaps, she is hoping that he will follow the other men's example and worry more about themselves and their grief than ever give a thought to hers.

Mina records an experience that is almost beat-for-beat Jonathan's encounter with the Weird Sisters AND Lucy's recall of her assaulter's eyes. And she just. She just writes it all off as a dream. Why? Because if what happened was real, then that means she's at risk of worrying the men!

I must be careful of such dreams, for they would unseat one's reason if there were too much of them. I would get Dr. Van Helsing or Dr. Seward to prescribe something for me which would make me sleep, only that I fear to alarm them. Such a dream at the present time would become woven into their fears for me.

That would be a good thing, Mina! They should be fearing for you! VH has been preaching up and down about how he's put you in this precarious position for your own good, and if you would only reach out and inform him that you are being hurt because of his negligence, you could catch Dracula in the goddamn act! If VH's going to use your safety as an excuse, he better stand by that and start actually fucking protecting you.

But he is not actually concerned with her safety in any meaningful way, just how he can use her womanliness to rally the men along!! And Mina understands this best of all. What matters most to her and VH is that the men think she's safe. Who cares if the vampire is feeding off of her?! All that matters is that no man's feelings get hurt.

#dracula #dracula daily #mina harker #re: dracula #october 1

[ariays]

Imagining Locklyle’s First Kiss

I just need to write about their first kiss because I can just imagine it being sweet, passionate, tender and cute, all at the same time.

It was a quiet night at Portland Row. The team had just returned from a particularly grueling mission, and everyone was exhausted. Lockwood had instructed everyone to take the rest of the night off and get some much-needed rest. However, he found himself unable to sleep.

He paced around the library, lost in thought. Lucy was always on his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had missed his chance with her. Lockwood was lost in thought when he heard a soft knock at the door. He turned to see Lucy standing there, looking just as restless as he was.

"Can't sleep?" she asked, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Lockwood shook his head. "No, I can't seem to turn my mind off," he replied.

Lucy nodded in understanding, and they fell into a comfortable silence. They stood there for what felt like hours, lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, Lucy turned to Lockwood, her eyes meeting his.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked.

Lockwood nodded, his heart beating faster.

Lucy took a deep breath. "I know we've been through a lot together, and I don't want to push things too fast, but I've been thinking about you a lot lately. And...I don't know, maybe it's crazy, but I just feel like there's something between us. Something more than just friendship."

Lockwood's heart skipped a beat. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. He took a step closer to Lucy, closing the gap between them.

"I feel the same way," he said softly.

And then, before he could overthink things, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was a gentle, tentative kiss at first, but it quickly deepened. Their arms wrapped around each other, holding on tightly as they gave into the moment.

When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless. Lockwood looked into Lucy's eyes, and he knew that he had made the right decision. He had finally let go of his fear and allowed himself to love.

"Thank you for telling me how you feel," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucy smiled at him. "Thank you for kissing me," she replied, shyly.

They stood there for a moment longer, lost in their own world, before finally retiring to their respective rooms. But as Lockwood lay in bed, he tossed and turned while grinning like a fool, unable to shake off the memory and feeling of Lucy’s soft lips on his.

#Lockwood and Co #Lockwood & Co #locklyle #Anthony Lockwood #Lucy Carlyle #First kiss #imagined #fanfic #short story #L&co #young adult #books

[rayslittlekitten]

Birthday Girl

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: This started as a Memorial Day fic, then July 4th one, and it became a birthday one because of yours truly. This is a small little snapshot of Frankie and Lucy, but it's really focuses more on Will and Lucy. Thank you @lovebarefootblonde and @spanishmossmagnolia for beta reading!

Word Count: 788

Pairing: Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy); Uncle!Frankie & Goddaughter OC (Lucy)

Plot: Lucy gets shy when she gets reacquainted with her godfather.

Contains: floof

The concocted aroma of charcoal-grilled meat, tropical scented sunblock and chlorine fills the air. The sun peeks out from behind the clouds, warming the pool and concrete surrounding it. Lucy is in the pool splashing about with Tessa and Molly while you’re in the kitchen prepping food and Will is manning the grill.

"Hey everyone!" Frankie steps out into the small yard through the sliding doors connected to the kitchen, holding a bowl.

"Fish!" Will walks over, taking the bowl from him and giving him a half hug. 

"You brought fruit salad? Really?" he raises a brow.

"Your wife made it, pendejo," Frankie smirks. "She just asked me to bring it out here."

"Where are the girls?" Will asks.

"Inside. Ana's getting Mia ready. She's been talking about it all morning about going in the pool and playing with Lucy," he shakes his head. 

“Daddy! I want a cheesth burger!" 

"Speaking of which... " Will nods his head towards his daughter who is waddling over to him while draped in an oversized towel.

"Hey, Lucy! Come say hi to Uncle Frankie!" he shouts out as the fruit salad joins the other plates and bowls of other food scattered on the patio table.

"Hola, cariña! Happy birthday!" Frankie flashes a big smile, crouches down and opens his arms wide, expecting Lucy to run to him. Instead, she hides behind Will's leg, her tiny wet hands grasping onto his shorts while peeking out a little to look over at her godfather.

"Why are you being so shy? You know Uncle Frankie."

"It's been a while. Does she even remember me? She only sees me like once a year. What is she turning? Four? Five?” 

With all the traveling and piloting Frankie does to keep a roof over his family's head and food in their bellies, his consistently inconsistent schedule prevents him from having a social life.

"You don't wanna say hi, Luce?" Will looks down at his timid daughter who is still staring at Frankie. Lucy gently shakes her head from side to side.

"It's alright. Maybe later." Frankie shrugs and gets back on his feet.

“How old are you turning, Lucy?” Will asks her as he pushes his slipping sunglasses up his nose.

She looks up at her father and shows him her little hand with all her fingers spread.

“That’s right. Five. You wanna tell Uncle Frankie?”

Lucy looks back over at Frankie, but doesn’t respond.

“Daddy…” Lucy grabs his fingers, her eyes never leaving Frankie.

“Cheeseburger! Right. I'll be right back." Will ruffles the top of her head and starts walking off towards the grill, but Lucy is still holding on to his shorts and fingers, following him. He stops short and looks down at her.

"Lucy, stay here. I'll be right back."

"No, I wanna go with you," Lucy tells him quietly, now wrapping her arms around his thigh and pressing her small body against his leg, transferring the chlorine water on her skin to Will’s shorts as she glances over at Frankie again. Will lets out an audible sigh.

"Don't let this cute little face and shy act fool you. She gets loud and wild when no one else is around. Isn't that right, Moosey?" He gently pinches her cheek between his fingers. A smile forms on her face as she hides even more behind Will, turning her head away and pressing her face into his cargo shorts. He affectionately pets the top of her head, pushing her damp hair back away from her face.

"Come on, I gotta go get your burger. You want a cheeseburger, right?" Will asks, still looking down at Lucy who hasn't budged from her hiding spot.

Just then, Benny sporting sunglasses and backwards cap emerges from the house with Gary in his arms, both clearly dressed and ready for some splishing and splashing. Benny’s got his swimming trunks and flip flops on while Gary is sporting a bucket hat, a blue shark onesie rash guard and a baby life vest with arms floats to tie in his whole look.

“Hey guys! The party has just arrived!” Benny announces as he makes his way to the pool.

“Uncle Benny!!” 

Lucy quickly turns her attention to a familiar voice and takes off sprinting towards her favorite uncle and baby cousin, abandoning Will.

“Hey, no running!” Will shouts.

“Hey, birthday girl!” Benny crouches down and with Gary cradled in one arm, he swoops Lucy in the other as she climbs on him.

“Oh sure, Benjamin gets the warm welcome,” Frankie chuckles.

“She’ll warm up to you eventually. You hungry?” Will asks.

“Starving!”

“Come on. Gotta get the little birthday girl her cheeseburger,” Will jerks his head towards the grill and Frankie follows him.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #will ironhead miller & daughter oc #francisco catfish morales & goddaughter oc #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #will ironhead miller #william ironhead miller #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #dad!will #dad!will miller

[melanielocke]

The Stars Collide - Chapter 25

In which Cordelia uses Charles for target practice and Alastair forms a geography team with Gideon. It's Nanowrimo so very busy with my project (currently 31.000 words in) but I'm still working on the Stars Collide and will update once a week. AO3 | Chapter list

Thomas felt like a fool. He had assumed Alastair was fragile. He had assumed sex would hurt him, that he wouldn’t be able to take it, that it might trigger something. And sure, it could have, but Alastair had wanted to take that risk. It had surprised him Alastair liked being held down by his strenght so much. And the truth was, Thomas liked it too. He liked how he could make Alastair come apart under his touch.

He'd woken early the next morning, Alastair was still soundly asleep, his head against Thomas’ chest. He didn’t dare move, he didn’t want to risk waking Alastair. It didn’t last long, lying like this, Alastair began stirring and before long he was awake too, pushing himself into a sitting position.

‘No need to get up yet,’ Thomas said.

‘No, I do.’

‘But the bed is so warm and comfortable,’ Thomas protested.

‘I need to figure out where the lab is,’ Alastair said. ‘That’s going to take time, but I can’t just let Charlotte wander around blindly. We need to narrow it down, and I think I can bring back the journey we made that day.’

‘Five more minutes.’

‘You can stay in,’ Alastair said.

‘But I want you in here with me,’ Thomas said. ‘You do like cuddling with me, don’t you?’

‘I do,’ Alastair admitted. ‘I guess it can wait five more minutes.’

Alastair crawled back under the covers and into Thomas’ arms. Thomas had no idea why he’d thought it was a good idea to wait this long confessing his feelings. There was nothing quite like waking up like this, having his husband in his arms.

‘Did you sleep well?’ Alastair asked.

‘I did. But I’m not the one of us who has trouble sleeping.’

‘I slept alright. I did wake a few times and have a nightmare once, but I did sleep through most of the night.’

Thomas hated that this was progress, but it was, and Alastair seemed genuinely at ease for once. He hated that Alastair would have to go back into his memory later, but his safety depended on it. In the end, they stayed far longer than five minutes. Once Alastair finally convinced him to get out of bed, an hour had passed and everyone else was long awake. After breakfast, Thomas went into the garden. Cordelia was outside in the old shooting range, shooting at targets that looked suspiciously like a man with red hair. Lucie was watching her from a safe distance, and if she were an animated tv character she would have hearts for eyes right now. Lucie did have a weak spot for women with weapons.

Alastair came outside wearing a black wool coat with a green scarf that looked gorgeous on him. ‘I was thinking about going on another walk later today,’ he said. ‘I need to spend the morning going through my memory, but thought maybe I could do that outside too and then we can walk after lunch.’

‘It’s cold out here.’

‘I have a warm coat.’

Alastair looked at the shooting range, where Cordelia had hit another target.

‘Guards used to train here,’ Thomas explained. ‘But it’s rarely used anymore. My father learnt to shoot when he was young, but he never taught me. Nor did I care to, to be honest. I think Cordelia might be the first person using it in years.’

‘Is that… a picture of Charles? Cordelia!’

Cordelia took off the ear protectors and lowered a gun. ‘What?’

‘Are you shooting at pictures of Charles?’

‘I need to do something to get rid of the aggression.’

Alastair hesitated for a moment, before he turned around. ‘I need to go through my memory. Can you come with us for a walk around noon?’

Alastair returned inside and Thomas wondered for a moment if he should follow, but then decided to give him a little space. He’d go back inside later, maybe make him some tea.

‘I’m sorry. Is this insensitive? Am I hurting him?’

‘I don’t know,’ Thomas said. ‘I find it satisfying to watch, but I imagine it’s difficult for Alastair. His feelings regarding Charles are… complicated. Alastair loved him once.’

‘I understand,’ Cordelia said. ‘My feelings regarding Charles are more like wanting to do unspeakable violence to him and being unable to since he’s dead. Please tell me he didn’t die peacefully, at least.’

‘He had a stroke,’ Thomas said. ‘That can’t have been comfortable.’

‘I don’t actually know what that’s like,’ Cordelia said. ‘If he’d still realized what was going on. But it’s good that he’s dead. I’m not sure what I would have done otherwise… I’d been thinking about coming to see Alastair anyway. I just missed him so much and I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t speaking to us. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d gotten here and he’d still refused to see me. I’m not sure if Alastair would have gotten free if it weren’t for Charles’ death. Seems like  fate, some sort of poetic justice. Such a random event, a stroke.’

‘If it was really a stroke,’ Lucie said. ‘I’m not giving up on my foul play theory.’

‘Perhaps,’ Cordelia said. ‘But if he was murdered, I would only solve it to congratulate the killer. I don’t care why or how, I’m just glad he’s dead.’

‘Medically speaking, the increase in risk was most likely due to his heavy smoking,’ Thomas said. ‘I’m glad Alastair quit.’

Maybe that had helped with his weight too, apparently smoking suppressed someone’s appetite.

‘Maman would have killed him if she’d ever discovered him smoking,’ Cordelia said.

‘Is she strict, your mother?’

‘She used to be,’ Cordelia said. ‘I always thought Alastair had more freedom than me when I was little. I didn’t know about the things he had to do to keep me safe. My mother used to struggle with fitting in when she was a child, so I think that’s why she was so insistent Alastair and I do our best to be like other nobles. Be respectable, fashionable, likeable. And we had to compensate for Father’s increasingly bad reputation too.

Alastair is a lot like Maman though, he never did a good job of it and I think at some point Maman accepted that. He already did so much to keep Father from ruining our reputation. But I had to wear the latest fashion whether I liked it or not, befriend the right people… For a long time, I didn’t understand her, I didn’t know what was up with Father and how that defined so much of our family. She’s not like that anymore, we understand each other better now, and she’s very supportive of me.’

Thomas knew he was very lucky with how easy his relationship with his parents was. He knew he could talk to them about anything, and that they’d support him. Alastair had never had something like that, and while he was working on building a relationship with his mother again, it was difficult for him. He didn’t always know what to talk to her about, and it seemed like they just filled the silence talking about Rostam.

‘Do you think she’d appreciate it if we were to travel to Turan?’

‘Sure. How’s your training regime going?’

‘My training regime is fine,’ Thomas said.

‘You know what, instead of a walk we’re all going for a run this afternoon,’ Cordelia said. ‘Then I can see if any of you are ready for Turan. Lucie, you too. I want to bring you along, who knows what super rare potion ingredients you can find on Turan. But you need to get stronger too if you don’t want to be crushed by the gravity there.’

‘Alright,’ Lucie groaned. ‘I’d love to visit Turan, but I don’t like training.’

‘I’ll go tell Alastair,’ Thomas said.

***

Alastair went back to the journey to the lab. It was long and tedious, but he could speed up the memory, attempt to filter out anything important he’d seen. He’d spent most of the journey reading or talking with Charles, who’d refused to tell him where exactly they were going. While Alastair could speed up and slow down the memory to look for details, he didn’t have a good sense of time. Maybe if he replayed the memory at its real speed and timed himself, he might be able to calculate the exact time, but that would take too long. Instead, he focused on times he’d looked out of the window. He assumed the craft must have flown in a mostly straight line going west for from the palace, but that still left a wide range.

About halfway into the journey, he could see a city on an island from a distance. Most islands weren’t this densely populated, and yet it stood all on its own, likely relying on other islands for food production. Alastair went into Gideon’s study, he knew there were huge maps there somewhere.

‘Morning, Alastair,’ Gideon said. ‘Did you need anything?’

‘Maps,’ Alastair said. ‘I’m trying to narrow down the location of the lab, and I think I’ve found a good landmark, but I need to figure out which one it is.’

‘Of course. What are you looking for?’

‘Well, we started flying west from the palace,’ Alastair said. ‘I’d estimate the time traveling somewhere between 4 and 8 hours but I’m really bad at time. And sometime halfway we flew past a lone island with a big city on it. I should be able to figure out which island that was.’

‘Of course. I’ll help you,’ Gideon said.

He drew out a big map out of the book stand and put it out on the table, and then he opened the same map on his computer, making it easier to research at the same time.

‘I admit I’m a little old fashioned to still have these hand drawn maps,’ he said. ‘But we can look up pictures of potential islands to see if they match up with your vision. Alright, if we start from the Fair palace region and go west, there’s a lot of ocean there with the occasional small island. Many of those are too small for this map, but there’s smaller, more detailed maps too and everything should appear if we zoom in on the computer. How large do you think the island was?’

‘It’s difficult to say since we looked at it from a distance. But I can show you.’

Alastair took Gideon back to the moment he looked out of the window and saw the island, and paused the memory there.

‘A big city. I think it’s either Branwell, or Starkweather.’

Alastair checked both on the map, they should be in the general area they’d been. Then he checked the same on the computer, zooming in farther.

‘There’s another island here near Starkweather,’ Alastair said. ‘Close enough that it should have been visible.’

‘You’re right, that doesn’t add up with the memory. It must be Branwell then, which is here.’ Gideon put a small piece of paper on Branwell, and one of the palace of Fair.  

‘Are there any more landmarks you’ve noticed?’

‘That’s what I’m trying to find out. Unfortunately I didn’t spent the entire journey looking out of the window so I might have missed some.’

‘I imagine looking out of the window for six hours gets boring,’ Gideon said. ‘This already gives us a lot. I’ll let Charlotte know, and then you can look if you noticed anything later on the journey.’

Alastair found a comfortable position in the spare chair in Gideon’s office and went back to the point where he looked out of the window and saw the island of Branwell. It was where Charles’ father was from, Alastair remembered.

After seeing the island, Alastair spent a long time reading while Charles took a nap in the back of the craft. He glanced outside every once in a while, often too short to really take in his surroundings but it was enough for Alastair now to pause it and see if there was anything useful. Mostly ocean, and the occasional small island he was never going to be able to differentiate from the many other islands.

The last part of the journey was where it got interesting, because Alastair spent  about the last half an hour of the journey looking out of the window. Charles said they were almost there, only half an hour of flying left. And Alastair had looked outside, trying to figure out where they were going. Yet there was nothing but ocean. He looked at the other side, out of every window the plane had, but he saw nothing but ocean. They were far enough in the ocean that there was not a single island to be seen, yet the lab had been at a depth that light still penetrated, close enough to the ocean floor.

When he came to, Gideon was typing something on his computer.

‘How far can you see when you’re in the middle of the ocean?’ Alastair asked.

‘That depends on the size of the planet you’re on and how high in the air you were,’ Gideon said. ‘I admit my understanding of math and physics isn’t good enough for that.’

‘Okay, I’ll figure it out,’ Alastair said. ‘Can I use the computer?’

‘Be my guest.’

Alastair looked up the circumference of Fair and worked out a formula to calculate the distance he could have seen from the hovercraft. The height they’d been at was a very rough estimate, but Alastair kept it on the lower end to play it safe.

‘I think I’ve got it,’ Alastair said. ‘From the estimated height I should have been able to see about 100 km far. So that means a place where there’s nothing in a radius of 100 km in every direction. At least.’

Gideon nodded. ‘That should narrow it down significantly. So you passed by Branwell, and from there you traveled about two and a half hours until you got to where the lab is?’

‘From there we got on a submarine and went down under, but that didn’t take very long,’ Alastair said.

Gideon opened a map of the planet on his computer, then put a query in the search box. Parts of the map turned red.

‘This is every part of the ocean where you would be a hundred kilometers from land at every angle.’

‘That’s still a lot,’ Alastair said. ‘Where’s Branwell on this map?’

Gideon zoomed in until Branwell was visible on the map. ‘You passed by here. Assuming you traveled for 2,5 hours at a speed of a 1000 km an hour, that would put you somewhere in this area.’

Gideon moved the map, and there was one field of nothing that they could have ended up in. Still on the large side to search though.

‘Can you look up the ocean depth?’ Alastair asked. ‘I imagine in such an empty region the ocean would be rather deep, but then it would be impossible to build such a lab. It wasn’t a submarine, and I could see the ocean floor. It was in early twilight zone at most.’

Gideon put a map of ocean depths over the map they were currently viewing, and Alastair was right that most of the ocean there was very deep. However, there was a mountain range and a big enough plateau at about 300 meters deep.

‘It has to be here,’ Alastair said.

‘I’ll send Charlotte what we found,’ Gideon said. ‘Good work, Alastair.’

‘Thanks. I’ll go see if Thomas wants to walk now.’

‘Did he and you speak?’ Gideon asked.

‘He actually confessed his feelings to me yesterday,’ Alastair said. ‘It was very sweet. And I love him too, so I’m glad we could clear that up.’

‘That’s good. He struggles with taking the initiative. I’m happy for both of you.’

‘Thank you.’

Alastair went back outside to find Thomas, and nearly bumped into him on the way.

‘Hey. I was just looking for you. Cordelia wanted to go for a run instead of a walk. I thought maybe we could visit Turan sometime and we need to keep a training regime for that.’

‘I’ve been working out a little more,’ Alastair said. ‘But I doubt Cordelia would be satisfied.’

‘She can make you a schedule if you want,’ Thomas said.

‘Yes, that would be good. I do want to go to Turan and meet Rostam.’

Alastair regretted going on a run about a kilometer in. He’d always been fast on his feet, nimble, but his stamina was not what it used to be and while he started in the front, he soon lost speed and could barely keep up with Cordelia. At least he didn’t smoke anymore, that would have made this about ten times worse.

‘How much farther?’ he asked, breathing heavily. ‘Did you think this through at all?’

‘I didn’t think your stamina would be this bad.’

Fortunately, Alastair was not the only one not used to running such distances. Lucie was completely out of breath and red in the face. Thomas, on the other hand, seemed fine, though a little sweaty.

‘Did you have any expectations of my stamina?’ Lucie asked. ‘Because you really shouldn’t have.’

‘I can see that now,’ Cordelia said. ‘This is going to be harder than I thought. We’ll just walk for a while. And then finish running.’

Alastair felt awful once they came running back into the garden of Lightwood manor. Covered in sweat and quickly getting cold, he needed a shower. They all needed a shower, and Alastair hoped there were enough because he wasn’t going to wait.

He looked at Thomas, who while covered in sweat didn’t look all that tired. ‘Come on. Let’s go find a bathroom before they’re all occupied.’

@alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer @life-through-the-eyes-of @styxdrawings @justanormaldemon @ipromiseiwillwrite @a-dream-dirty-and-bruised @amchara @all-for-the-fanfiction @imsoftforthomastair @ddepressedbookworm @queenlilith43 @wagner-fell @cant-think-of-anything @laylax13s @tessherongraystairs @boredfangirl16 @artist-in-soul @bottomdelioncourt @ikissedsmithparker

#Alastair Carstairs #Thomas Lightwood #Thomastair #Gideon Lightwood #Cordelia Carstairs #Lucie Herondale #the last hours #tlh #the stars collide

[kiliinstinct]

Was tagged by @teleiapotami. Thank you! rules: share the first line (or two or more!) of every current wip you have (that you feel comfortable sharing) and tag some writer friends! feel free to add the titles of your documents if you see fit

Violet Moon (Chaptered) “There ain't no way,” Natsu breathed, eyeing Freed up and down. The pupils were slit, a clear sign to his inhumanity, but what else made sense?

At Natsu's confusion, Freed laughed again, revealing a sharp set of fangs in his grin, ”There are mysteries the elder hasn't told all of you, but if not for them, I wouldn't be here.“

Natsu still couldn't wrap his head around it. Was Freed... actually human?

Practice Makes Perfect (Second Part)

Lucy had been too nervous, but the moment Natsu took her hand, hidden from sight from those they had to fool, strength and confidence refueled her. Their intimate night still clung to the edges of her memory, with soft touches and dark whispers still tingling down her ears. She remembered the night in the hotel in vivid detail. As inexperienced in physical intimacy as Natsu was, he’d been a far better teacher than anticipated. 

‘You just got to remember,’ he’d said, whispering huskily into her ear as a dark desire filled his words, ‘you’re the one in control and no one else, not even me, can take that away from you.’

Natsu had always been surprisingly good at getting into character when it was time to act, albeit his usual excitement was for playing the part of an evil Demon King or Dragon, but for him, this was no different: a feral dragon slayer being forced to cower beneath her feet? He could act like that. ‘It’s you after all. I can do anything with Lucy, right?’

Like a Bird In a Cage (Genshin Impact)

Pleased to have gained further conversation, the man grinned cheekily, teeth a blinding white amidst the dim lighting, “Am I in danger?”

Alatus felt no need to respond, raising a brow to the bars that incarcerated him. He took one glance around his cage and shrugged. “I’m being fed, and despite the amenities being just these clothes, a bucket and no bath, I’m quite alive. No dangers here.”

The Eater of Dreams took a sick pleasure out of the man’s surprised squawk, fumbling when his tray of fresh fruit and cheese was flung into his arms unceremoniously. A fine retribution for such arrogance, he thought. For added effect, he revealed his own, sharp fangs, a reminder to the threat currently feeding the man. “Ah, of course, there’s you.” He deflated, eyeing his meal with trepidation. “Well, you haven’t posed a danger to me yet either. Or is that about to change?”

Magnetism (Genshin Impact)

”Oh! And Aether,“ She had said just before the twins had shut the carriage door behind them, ”make sure everyone can see that pretty mask of yours.“

”Isn't that the point of a masquerade?“ He questioned, holding up the gold and brown half-mask he'd chosen for his draping robes. 

”Of course, and it matches so well,“ Hu-Tao had cooed, reaching out to poke his nose, ”but that's not the one I meant!“

Not for the first time did Aether attempt to ask her about the much larger face covering, but the shorter woman had slammed his door shut and sent the carriage off before he could form the sentence. All he recalled was her low and cryptic humming as they rode away.

”I still think you should have trashed it.“ Lumine said from across the seats, eyes glaring daggers at the offending object on his lap.

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Tagging uhh- @thehylianidiot @genavere @pencilofawesomeness and @minhxiao for this!

#wips #wip ask game #wip meme #My Fanfiction #Fairy Tail Fanfiction #Genshin Impact Fanfiction #if i hadn't already shared a preview of the next Flames Desire chapter #i would have put it here #but considering that post is fairly recent #it doesn't get on here ;)

[mcx7demonbros]

The Sacrifice

Ft. Klein (my MC), all Obey Me! Boys

C/W: mention of vomiting, blood, death, Lesson 16 & 38 spoilers

Klein, made by Picrew

Summary: this is part 1 of the series that recounts how Klein’s life ended as a human, and how he became the Archon of Sin.

💙💛🧡💚💘❤️💜

When Simeon arrived, it was already too late. The Night Dagger had stabbed through Klein’s heart.

“Blaargh!” Klein vomited blood on Lucifer. The dagger did have a physical form after all, so it was a given that it would also cause physical wound.

“Klein, no, stay with me!” Klein really wanted to do as Lucifer said, but as so much blood leaving his body, his legs felt weak and he felt into Lucifer’s arms.

“Luci, I love you!” Klein whispered to Lucifer’s ear.

“No, Klein, don’t make it sound like you’re going to die. I will find a way-.”

“Shhhh…Luci, tell Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie that I love them too. *cough* *cough* please go to Fr. Leo and tell him to give me a *cough* Christian burial.”

Lucifer took Klein’s hand into his, kissing it and caressing it with his cheek. A tear managed to escape his eye.

“I guess this is my punishment *cough* for being so evil. Even in dream, I could never imagine an Evil Lord like me would sacrifice my life for someone else. Love makes me a fool.”

“Doesn’t it apply to us all?”

“Yeah-.” Klein took the rosary out from his pocket with his other hand. “Sorry, Mother.” Klein breathed his last. His soul exited his body and entered the Night Dagger, to be imprisoned inside until the end of time.

Lucifer turned into his demon form and used his wings to cover Klein’s body as he took the body of his beloved to the roof of the House of Lamentation. That night, every demon in Devildom, along with creatures of other races that resided there, heard an anguish howl, the most anguish howl they had ever heard.

“Lucifer, what happen-?” The three brothers with wings appeared came up to the roof immediately after hearing the painful howl.

“That’s-.”

“No, it can’t be. Not again.”

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The next day, Diavolo ordered all flags of Devildom to be hung half-staff. All businesses in Devildom closed for a full day, and all classes and works of RAD were cancelled for three whole days. Even the Demon Lord’s Castle had a black banner hung on its tallest tower to show respect.

Inside the Council’s room at RAD, on each of the banners of the Avatars hung a black ribbon.

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On the front door of the House of Lamentation also hung a black ribbon.

Lucifer had left the house to go to the Human Realm to tell Klein’s family about the tragic news and to prepare for the funeral. The whole house was left in Mammon’s charge.

The memory of Klein dying in his hands still felt like it was just yesterday. As Mammon looked at Klein inside the glass coffin, he felt so angry, mostly towards himself. Since that day, the Avatar of Greed had sworn that he would protect his human from all harm, that he would do everything in his ability to make his human happy. Why? Just why? Fate was so cruel, it took away his beloved, not once, but twice.

“Henry, open your eyes? Henry would never abandon his best friend, the Lord of Shadow.” Beside Mammon, Levi completely knelt on the ground beside the coffin, his eyes puff from crying. Some parts inside the Avatar of Envy was telling that it was all a lie, and if he went to sleep and wake up, maybe, just maybe, Klein would be all alive and well.

“Damn it, how could this happen?” Satan wanted to blame Lucifer, but deep down inside, he knew Lucifer had no fault in Klein’s death.

Asmo standing beside Satan didn’t even care about his appearance anymore. His eyes and face were more swollen than Levi from all the crying. After returning to the House of Lamentation, Lucifer let Asmo took Klein’s body away so Asmo would make sure Klein looked the best even in bis death. But all the make-up was meaningless when the soul of his beloved was not with him and his soul found no rest, forever trapped inside the Night Dagger.

Beel had promised to protect Klein, to be his shield, yet he had failed again. Lilith perished, now even Klein had gone, a fate more tragic than Lilith.

Belphie leaning on Beel’s shoulder, inside his head was grief for the his beloved, whom he had killed once. For Belphie, he had killed Klein a second time by failing to protect his evil overlord. Whose fault was that? Lucifer? Lucifer failed to save Klein, but he was also a victim in this? It was Diavolo and Solomon? They were in cahoot with each other, keeping all those secrets to themselves. In the end, Klein lost his life. Those two wanted to protect the Three Realms? Let the Three Realms burn, the Avatar of Sloth didn’t give a damn.

Now, when the sun of their lives had gone, everything felt like a harsh cold and icy world.

My Masterlist

Klein Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc: klein #om! shall we date

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

“Thanks for helping me take a look at these,” Roman said, pulling yet another of his mother’s abandoned paintings from the box Ginevra had shoved them in. “I know that you have a better artistic eye than I do. Maybe you can figure out why someone in the Rivales family had these stored away. I don’t think my mom was a famous enough artist for these to be collected for any monetary value.”

“She did okay for herself,” Hunter replied, still sorting through the box. “She did a few art shows a year and at least one major one every couple of years. Well, I think she did anyway. Who knows if she was really off doing something demonic when she said she was at a show. She did always come back with money and sometimes an award, so I’m not sure.”

“What was she like? With other adults, I mean. She never really saw me as anything other than a child. I have so many things I’d like to ask her, but even now, I’m sure she’d just pat me on the head and treat me like I was Theo’s age.”

The room fell silent with Roman’s question. He didn’t have a good enough relationship with his uncle to ask more subtly, or to truly expect an honest answer. He and Hunter had clashed more times than they’d talked over the past few years, and whatever familial connection they shared had been decaying since Salem Bellamy’s death. Both men resented the other for a variety of collected hurts and perceived slights that they were determined to hold onto for dear life.

But Hunter knew the pain of being abandoned. He knew the crushing emptiness of staring into a mirror and wondering where he fit in. He knew how it felt to try to sort through years of memories, wondering where he had gone so wrong that his own flesh and blood had rejected him. Roman was still a spoiled, melodramatic asshole in Hunter’s eyes, but he shared the same long suppressed wound as his uncle. He didn’t know where he had come from either.

“Your mom was...passionate,” Hunter replied, trying to sort through his memories to best answer his nephew’s question. “She loved art and expressing herself through it. She loved you too, that I know. And she was fierce. No one could deny that. The way she picked fights with your dad and grandfather- well, they were legendary. She had a clear vision for how she wanted you to be raised and god help you if you interfered with it.”

“What did she want from me? Why did she abandon all those supposed plans for me if she wanted them so much?” Roman asked. None of it made any sense to him. Why fight so hard to raise a kid and then vanish from his life completely?

“I don’t know your mother very well, Roman. I didn’t know about her side of the family. Hell, I didn’t even know what her relationship with my mother was truly like. She fooled a lot of people, myself included. I wish that I had an answer for you.”

“I must have failed whatever test she had for me then,” Roman concluded with a heavy sigh. “Somehow, I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t worth sticking around for.”

“Let’s take a closer look at some of these,” Hunter suggested, eager to move away from the depressing reality of Kamalani’s poor parenting. “Here’s a portrait of herself. That’s not bad. Oh, and this landscape of the Arkhelios shore is nice too. You might want to hang some of these up. You know, to feel closer to her.”

“Yeah,” Roman sighed. “What’s this one? I like the colours and oh, there’s a title on the bottom.”

“Romanus Meam Stellam, Keiki Cor Meum,” Roman read, stumbling with the Latin. After submitting a challenge to Lucy’s resolution of his deal with Abe, Roman had had to brush up on the Latin he’d barely passed at school. Considering everything demonic seemed to revolve around Latin, he should probably help Theo with his homework and get a little better at it himself.

“It’s not bad,” Hunter remarked, evaluating the piece for himself. “I don’t see why Ginevra wouldn’t want this. It looks just like that stupid artist she’s obsessed with.”

“That Romana Rivales woman?” Roman mused. “Grandma had pictures of herself and Mom after attending one of her shows. I guess Mom was as crazy about her as Ginevra is. It’s probably how I got my name. Abe and I always joked about naming Theo Romana if he had been a girl. Well, at least I did. Being named after a famous painter isn’t terrible, considering our family.”

It didn’t take a genius to recognize Romanus in the title of the painting, but Roman was stumbling a bit with the rest of it.

“Roman is a star?” he guessed, pulling the painting closer to him as if reading it closer would somehow make the letters untangle themselves in his brain. “A heart is...what’s keiki mean? I don’t recognize this word, do you? Is it a name like Roman or just a misspelled word?”

Hunter shrugged, but pulled out his phone to search the meaning anyway.

“Isn’t that the name of that kid Theo is always fighting? Or is it Katherine, or Kendall? It sounds familiar.”

“I’m pretty sure it is, yeah,” Roman confirmed, scrawling through results from searching the word. “It could just be a mistranslated word though, it means child or baby in another language, and here’s five different references to it as an orchid offshoot.”

“It could be a puzzle for you to solve, using two different languages like that,” Hunter guessed. “I think then it would read ‘Roman my star, child my heart’. Child of my heart maybe? She did leave this for you after all. It could be a rare occurrence of your mother being sentimental.”

“No, that’s not like her,” Roman replied, staring intently on the brushstrokes made, and the colours used. “If it says that Keiki is her heart, then she definitely meant it.”

Everything had been chosen with purpose. His mother had never been one to hide what she meant. She’d told his father every single day exactly how she felt about him leading up to the divorce, and she’d made her position on Abe pretty clear as well. Roman could make out the features of one of the figures in the painting and it looked disturbingly close to his dark form. A form that heavily resembled his mother’s own dark form. How had she known what his dark form would look like long before he had even learned about its existence? Had she seen a vision of the future? Did he accidentally shift into his dark form as a baby? As always, anything he learned about his mother only led to more unanswered questions. At least if she had a connection to Osbert, who had a connection to Jolanda, there wasn’t a mysterious reason for these paintings to be hidden away in the Rivales house. His mother had probably been planning to come back for them, just like she’d surely been coming back for her son.

“Uncle Hunter? Do you know why my parents split up?”

This had to be serious for Roman to choose to address Hunter as his uncle.

“I-I don’t know really,” he answered softly. “Your dad never figured it out, but you know him. He wasn’t exactly the brightest in our family. I always guessed that she felt like she’d picked the wrong Bellamy brother to marry. I mean, even though you were a kid, surely you saw the way she stared at Adam? She had regrets, I mean, that much was obvious.”

“Could it be possible that she left us for someone else? I mean, why she left Dad. I still don’t know why she left me. I could have come with her if she decided to run away with someone. If she really does have something to do with Osbert’s Keiki, I don’t see why Osbert wouldn’t take me too. He’d have one more kid to force to play sports with him.”

Roman laughed bitterly at the thought of him, Kaeileen, Tennyson and Theo’s nemesis all throwing a football around the backyard. It was too perfect, too idyllic to imagine. His mother had missed two of his birthdays and tried to kill his fiance and son. Idyllic wasn’t the Bellamy way.

He didn’t know how to feel about the thought of his mother having a second child. Roman ignored the existence of his half-sisters on his dad’s side pretty easily, but for his mother to have another family that she had hid from him...he didn’t have words to process that hurt. The idea of his mother sneaking off to be with people that she loved more than her son was a deep, aching cut that would never heal if it was true. What was so wrong about him that his mother felt inclined to trade him in for a younger child? Was it because of his father? Honestly, Roman didn’t see much of a difference between Osbert and his father. They were both dull men that were easy for a demon to push around.

“Are you going to ask Osbert about his daughter?” Hunter asked, genuinely curious now. “If he did have some kind of romantic-”

“No!” Roman shouted, interrupting his uncle before he could finish that horrible thought. “I don’t want to know. I don’t need to know. If he- if he-”

He couldn’t bring himself to drag the horrible feeling in his chest out in the open and give it life by assigning it meaning with words.

“He may have answers to your questions,” Hunter said quietly. “He might know something about your mother. It doesn’t hurt to ask. It might make all the difference to you.”

“And how often do you talk to Elaine?” Roman accused angrily. “What long, complicated conversations have you had with her about your adoption? Did you ask her why she gave you up and didn’t tell anyone? Did you ask why she wanted to name you Theo and whether she planned on telling you the truth before she died? Have you found any kind of peace since finding out where you came from?”

“It’s not exactly the same,” Hunter replied weakly. “I-I don’t need to talk with her, I’ve made peace with not bringing the subject up. I know the basics of my story and I’m fine with not making a scene.”

“I’d rather think that my mother abandoned me because I was weak, or because I fell for Abe than know that she left me to start another family. To know that I was as expendable as my dad,” Roman shouted, throwing the painting angrily to the floor. “I don’t want to know that she painted something where I’m a cold, distant star held far away and some kid who hates my son is my mother’s heart! I wish Ginevra had burned these. I was happier not knowing. I’m going upstairs to be with Abe, please don’t keep staring at your ex if she’s still outside. Our family’s broken enough as it is.”

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios university #Roman Bellamy #hunter bellamy #sims 2 pictures #bad latin

[wehavebiggerproblems]

Fallout 4 Random Companion Headcanons

Wrote these a few years ago, too nervous then to share them.

Ada

-Ada was built in 2268. She's about 21 years old.

-Her first memory is of seeing The Mechanist in front of her. Then she watched as The Mechanist removed their head and smiled.

-She's Isabel's first project. 

-Her voice was originally supposed to be more synthesized and robotic, but the more human sound was easier for Isabel to work with.

-Ada prefers to travels in groups with 3-4 people, knowing fully well a robot is a higher target for scavvers.

- Her base body was constructed from many different trial runs of the "ADA" project.

-She's programmed to remain indifferent but the nagging voice in her programming says to do good things in order to to aid other people.

-Ada appreciates the effort Sole goes through to upgrade her body. She doesn't think it's necessary and she's somewhat sentimental about her original form.

-She finds Codsworth's attachment to Sole strange. Almost too human, those Mr. Handy's.

Cait

-Cait loves baths. Bubble baths with bath bombs and even a little rubber ducky. Only Sole knows this.

-The rubber ducky's name is Codsworth. Will not explain why.

-Can fire a rifle over her shoulder behind her. (Annie Oakley style)

-Hates Jazz music. Says it's too slow and calm. Really dislikes it because she's uncomfortable slow dancing with anyone.

-Allergic to feathers. Rad chickens make her sick to be around.

-But once the feathers are removed, the chicken has been cut up, and cooked with some veggies and a loaf of bread, loves it.

-Chicken soup is her favourite dish. Only likes Sole's chicken soup though. Will not eat anyone else’s.

-Shot put would be her favourite sport. Throwing a heavy metal sphere a very long distance is goals.

Codsworth

-Codsworth can speak 8 languages. Including: English, Spanish, French, Japanese, German, Italian, Polish, and Swedish.

-Can recognize almost every written language and translate but lacks the programming to speak every one.

-Nate/Nora got him two years before Shaun was born.

-Sole did minimal repair work on him, and offered to polish him every time he got a dent or scratch.

-He always accepted the polish offer. Very wary of Sole doing factory repairs on him. Would prefer professionals doing the delicate work.

-Always celebrated Nate/Nora and Sole’s respective birthdays. For 200 years.

-When Sole called him "Family", he felt an odd electric pulse through his core processor. He decided to call it a skipped heart beat.

-Calls synth Shaun "Sonny", and "Young Master Shaun".

-Makes Sole's favourite meal when they come back home from Vault 111.

-Will ask to take over if he catches Sole doing chores.

-Hesitates when he has to bring up Sole's spouse knowing it's a touchy subject.

-His favourite friend of Sole's is Nick. Thinks Nick is a good role model for synth Shaun.

Curie

-Curie, like Codsworth can speak 8 languages. However, after becoming a synth, she can only speak about 4.

-Curie loves the feeling of velvet. Collects pieces of velvet clothing. 

-Once wore a velvet cape around because she loved the way it draped over her shoulders and fluttered when she walked.

-Has sensory phases. Music, nice noises, soft materials, different foods, perfumes, etc. Collects whatever makes her senses happy.

-During the "feeling phase" her favourite feeling was holding Sole's hand. Loved running her hand over the surface of water. And velvet.

-Talks out what her feelings are with Piper. Piper explains to her what the "spin spin spin" in her head meant.

-Favourite smell is fresh baked bread. Bakes bread with Mama Murphy every weekend.

-Favourite sweet food is mutfruit pie. Will badger Piper to make it with her.

-Curie's motor functions are still new. Sometimes she misses what she was trying to grab and fumbles.

Danse

-Danse is a horrid mechanic. You'd think spending time in the BoS and dedicating time to auto repair with Ingram. Can't put a toaster together.

-But Power Armor is a piece of cake. Can't do much with pre-war tech, yet fixing power armor is as easy as making breakfast.

-Like all gen 3 synths, he loves Fancy Lad snack cakes. He'd share whatever box he'd find with the squires around the Prydwen.

-Scribe Haylen would volunteer to work alongside Danse on all his scouting missions.

-Danse found out Deacon was the one who stuck the dildo to his power armor. He made sure Deacon's wigs were the same bright purple color the very next day.

-Loves country music. When a traveling courier stops by and shares their western/country music, he actually dances. 

-Has a heart for kids. Even Billy. 

-Leg bouncing habit. Can't bounce his leg in power armor but as soon as he's out, his leg's jittering.

Deacon

-Deacon is in his late 40's. 

-Did not lie about his wife and the University Point Deathclaws.

-Enjoys learning about Pre-war culture, spends free time with ghouls asking them about the past.

-Sole can fool him easily about prewar facts though. 

-Has incredible luck with the pie claw game. Has won 8 times while traveling with Sole.

-Loves making silly bets. "I bet I can skip this plate across the lake at least 1 time." Proceeds to throw the plate at the water horizontally. 

-Doesn't hate Danse. He will pull pranks on him though. Once stuck a dildo on the back of Danse's power armour. 

-His hair grows quickly so he has to shave every day.

-Shaves his head, isn't bald. Shaved head works better with his pompadour wig. 

-Doesn't like mutfruit. Says it's too acidic and hurts his gums.

-Has a rifle-shaped scar on his forearm. Will tell a different story for it every time.

-Once drank a dozen Nuka Cola Quantums on a dare. His pee glowed for a week.

-Tried going vegetarian once. ONCE. Found out being vegetarian means eating no meat or dairy products. Had to have Sole explain that, while gross, radroach could technically be  considered meat.

-Is kinda clumsy. Always bumps into counter edges and stubs his toes on bits of debris.

-Doesn't lie about his family. And when Sole calls him family, promises to never lie about family again.

Gage

-Gage juggled skii balls to entertain the last Overboss, Colter.

-He enjoys small shooting competitions with MacCready, Sole, and X6. All four are sharp shooters.

-Fastest learner. Spent an entire week learning how to cook Sole's old recipes. He can cook them better than anyone with the exception of Codsworth.

-Hums when he works. 

-Had a one night stand with Nisha. Ended so bad, he avoids that area of the park at all costs.

-Hates cats. Had an awful run in with a rad lion. Radiated Mountain Lion that tore a scar deep down his back. 

-Does routine maintenance on the rides in the park. He knows how everything works there. From social hierarchy - to the intricacies of the Vault Tec: Among the Stars ride.

-His favourite flavour of Nuka Cola is Nuka Cola Victory. Rare to find but easily the best.

-Record farthest shot is a bean can from 410 meters. 

-He's a lightweight. Only two beers and he's buzzed enough to sing along with Red-Eye.

-Will tell a different story every time if anyone asks about the eye patch.

Hancock

-Hancock is a history buff. Loves learning about colonial era civilization. 

-Has spent days with Kent Connolly researching Silver Shroud information. He knows more about the Silver Shroud than any other companion.

-Has had a fling with every person in Goodneighbor at least once. Even Kleo. 

-At least in a sexual way, he is extremely open minded. Welcomes new experiences and new information given anywhere anytime.

-Had a decent childhood with his brother. He remembers tending to the mutfruit trees with him and eating every other piece they picked.

-Adores pickles. Would sit and eat an entire jar of pickles just because he loves the cronch so much.

-All time favourite chem is Mentats. Loves making intellectual jokes while high as a kite.

-Does not know what a lot of pre-war expressions mean, but enjoys saying them and hearing them from Sole.

-Is a master at repairing clothing. How else does the frock stay in such good condition? He tends to it every night.

-As far as euphemisms for ghouls go, he likes "beef jerky".

Longfellow

-Longfellow met Hannah while out hunting. She blasted a trapper's head clean off, and he fell harder than the trapper's body.

-He spent his youth training, hoping to become a Brotherhood soldier one day.

-And then he met a vertibird full of them. They called Far Harbor a dump while gathering supplies there. Officially decided to cease all training.

-Managed to take down 17 Mirelurks in 3 minutes. 

-Holds the record in Acadia for alcohol consumption. All records involving alcohol consumption.

-He's really fit? Longfellow could and has bench pressed Sole. 

-He only did so because Hancock and MacCready wouldn't shut up about it.

-Loves singing old shanty songs and dancing with Sole. Only when no one else is around though.

-After the events at Far Harbor, he decides to go sailing along the coast. Wants to see the world more.

MacCready

-MacCready does brush his teeth. He brushes his teeth regularly. He started brushing after he left Little Lamplight. By that point the damage was already done.

-Lucy was the one to convince him to brush his teeth.

-He can't stand the smell of lavender. Lavender candles, lavender lotion, etc...makes him feel  nauseous.

-He named his sniper rifle, "Lucy"

-Won't drink brahmin milk with cereal even to Sole's encouragement.

-Is very well read. Vault 87 had many educational textbooks hidden among the super mutants.

-MacCready was the longest lasting mayor in L.L. He was mayor for 6 years.

-He has no idea what television is and is afraid to ask any pre-wars about it.

-Wary of all ghouls, both feral and normal. He's not bias to non-ferals, but he is a little uncomfortable.

-Had a crush on Lone Wanderer when they first visited L.L. Mac told Joseph and he made fun of him.

Nick

-Nick has an oral fixation. Smokes out of habit and having the familiar feeling of a cigarette between his lips feeds into human nostalgia.

-His right hand is missing skin because he fidgets only his right. Whether it was picking at the fraying plastic or rubbing the fake skin raw.

-He lost the chunk of neck skin after Myrna accused him of working for the Institute. Tore off a chunk to prove he wasn't a perfect person or an infiltrator synth.

-Ellie was the first person in Diamond City to wholly accept Nick as he is. She asked to work with him as soon as he decided to stay.

-Piper and Nick have jam sessions where they have heavy debates about Diamond City law enforcement and criminal misuse of power in the capitalistic society of pre-war USA.

-Met Dogmeat under an overpass. He handed the dog a snack cake and scratched his head. They've been close pals ever since.

-Will "sleep" around Sole. He'll lay down and manually put himself into "sleep mode". Any unnecessary functions will shut down. He lets his thoughts take over. All Sole hears is the faintest fan whir.

Piper

-Piper plans Sole's 211th birthday. She goes all out, collects balloons, bakes several cakes with Codsworth, makes everyone attend and threatens anyone who would act up. "It's Blue's first birthday out here, you WILL behave!"

-Knows how to make mutfruit preserves, mutfruit pie, mutfruit jam and jelly. Makes it for Nat constantly.

-Has a notebook dedicated to little tidbits of info about Sole.

-Nat is exactly 8 years, 5 months, and 25 days younger than Piper. 

-Piper has interviewed every person in Diamond City. Made a game of it with Nat at first, then she just kept going with it.

-Piper has awful shorthand. Almost as bad as Curie's shorthand. Still illegible. 

-Piper's handwriting is so bad, Nat does the writing for the paper. Piper writes the final draft and Nat copies it, and sends it through the printing press.

-Despite bad handwriting, Piper is very eloquent. Can make a super mutant sound like good date idea or convince anyone how the mayor might actually be a synth.

-Her favourite of Sole's friends is Kent Connolly. Would gladly dress up and act out Silver Shroud episodes with him and Sole.

Preston

-Preston has insomnia. Cannot sleep well. Has had insomnia since Quincy. 

-Can sleep well if he's sleeping beside someone.

-Has a box under his bed of little knick-knacks children have given him over the years. Can't bear to get rid of the kid's gifts.

-He actually likes all of Sole's friends. Even Strong.

-Hates coconut. Once found an Almond-Joy while scaving and couldn't finish it to save his life.

-All time favourite candy is Peanut Brittle. Hard to find but gnawing on the hard chunks is somewhat soothing to him.

-Loves back rubs. Giving and receiving but only from close friends or lovers.

-Once accidently drank a bottle of perfume. MacCready told him it was a bottle of fancy expensive wine. 

-Sturges and Preston are the closest of friends, no less maybe more.

Strong

-Strong knows how to jump rope.

-But double dutch is a mystery.

-Before Sole, he only ate meat raw. Sole taught him how to cook it.

-Also lacks patience to cook, but slowly learning.

-Strong was created in Vault 87 after the bombs dropped but remembers nothing from being human.

-Doesn't understand bubblegum. Will always swallow it after a few seconds of chewing.

-Likes having poetry and plays read to him. 

-Sleeps holding Sole or having Sole laying across his stomach. 

-Loves fire. The smell, the feeling of heat against his hardened skin, the taste of charred meat, and watching the embers fly up and turn to ash.

-Strong can read, but chooses not to because super mutants discourage any educational behavior. 

-Likes the sound of clacking keys on a terminal. He'll turn one on and mess around with the keyboard just to hear the different sounds each key makes.

-He can't decide if hand-to-hand combat is better than using guns.

X6-88

-X6 doesn't like using plasma. He thinks the plasma is less accurate. 

-But laser weapons are his jam.

-Spends excessive amount of time augmenting his weapon. 

-If Sole helped, he would be "happy". Would never say it, but a tiny smirk would pop up on his face for half a second.

-Will collect Fancy Lad Snack Cakes. Hoards them in his bedroom in Sanctuary and in the Institute. 

-Sole found his stash and X6 blushed for the first time when they confronted him. 

-He called Sole "Mom" instead of Ma'am once. She won't let him live it down.

-He called Sole "Dad" after hearing Shaun call him "Dad" all day. He won't let him live it down.

-Actually likes kids. Won't show emotions, get down to their level, or speak to kids. But he doesn't hate children. 

-Especially likes synth Shaun. He taught synth Shaun how to use a laser pistol. Shaun found out and put X6 on probation for a month.

Bonus Vault Tec Rep and Kent Connolly under the cut.

Vault Tec Rep

-Rep spent a couple decades learning how to draw. Loves drawing from life. Mostly draws people. Occasionally draws ferals, mutants, and various animals.

-Was engaged before the war, lasted about 2 years before she died of cancer.

-His favorite food was and still is a well grilled medium rare steak.

-A total neat freak. Every space he uses as a homestead has to be thoroughly cleaned of any bacteria, ticks, dust, dirt, radiation residue, etc

-Teased in school for his red hair. "Rusty" was his least favorite nickname.

-He's extremely susceptible to pet names. Doesn't have to be anything sexual or romantic, just pet names. He blushes like a starstruck starlet.

-Loves love. Romance and old-timey corny love stories. He like to woo his partner. Flowers, chocolate, dancing, movie dates, hand written poems, you name it. 

-He misses his old red hair. Years of being a brunette and he's a little bitter about his hair.

-Least favourite part of The Wasteland is amount of bodies he sees on a daily basis. He saw about zero bodies a day on average before the war. Even in Goodneighbor, the average has risen to about 4 bodies a week. 

-Favourite part of The Wasteland is the ability to just go anywhere. After realizing he didn't have any obligation to stay any specific place, he just traveled around for a few decades.

-His father worked for Vault-Tec, and when he graduated high school, he was given a job immediately. 

-Didn't hate it. Didn't love it at first, but he had a real knack for selling.

-He never had an office in Boston HQ. He got the van, and got a sweet bonus for being top salesman, but never his own office. 

-Despite being top salesman, he was only allowed on the first and second floors. He didn't find out till after the bombs dropped that the basement and third floor up had the plans for the various vaults in the area.

-He can't apologize enough to Sole. After thinking on it and checking out vault 111 by himself, he truly feels sorry for what happened.

-Sole gets him a set of steak knives for Christmas. They're homemade by Sole. They tell him he's earned far more than a knife set, but if that's what he's pining for...

-He treasures it so much, he rarely uses them. Just before he leaves for work in the morning, he checks them over and admires them.

-He and Sole have spent days just telling each other pre war stories. He almost knows more about Sole than Piper does. And he's a little proud of that fact.

-He gets along best with, of all people, Deacon. Good sense of humour and always interested in pre-war info.

-Second best is Piper. A nice lady who snoops too much, but does treat everyone with respect and tries to remain unbiased.

Kent Connolly

-Kent was 23 when the bombs dropped.

-He was sleeping in on the Saturday morning when he heard the air raid sirens.

-Hid in his house's basement till the sirens stopped. 

-And then the radiation sickness took over. 

-It took him about 3 months to turn ghoulish. Quicker than most. 

-He dislikes Goodneighbor - the town as a whole. The people are fine, the resources are serviceable, and the safety assured is nice. But he hates how back alley it feels.

-Misses his family the most. They weren't the best, but they made him feel loved and important.

-Speaking of which, Kent had a huge family. I'm talking brothers, sisters, cousins for days, aunts, uncles...he remembers family reunions as huge gatherings chock full of food and kids running amuck.

-Maybe, just maybe, he enjoys seeing Sole all dressed like Shroud a little too much. He's a big fan.

-Once spent 4 grand on a mint condition Issue no. 3 Silver Shroud comic just to find out it was a forgery. Never got that refund. :(

-Writes really well. But only writes Silver Shroud fanfiction. Piper almost convinced him to help write an article about how crime differed before the war and after the war. But he turned her down.

-Nick has agreed to dress up as Shroud if Sole dresses up like Grognak or Mistress of Mystery. But only if Sole dresses up too.

-Irma refers to him as her son. Amari will not say the same, but she also doesn't protest.

-He used to work in comic book shop. (Of course he did.) 

-He writes self insert Silver Shroud fanfiction all the time. After the events at the hospital with Sinjin, the Shroud in his fanfictions suddenly start using Sole's pronouns and is described as physically similar as Sole.

#Fallout 4 #Fallout 4 headcanons #Fallout #Ada #Cait #Codsworth #Curie #Danse #Deacon #Gage #Hancock #Longfellow #MacCready #Nick Valentine #Piper Wright #Preston Garvery #Strong #X6-88 #Vault Tec Rep #Kent Connolly #my writing #Sole Survivor

[fruitytrollroll]

ok hear me out.

otto mentallis and bob zanotto used to get high together and argue (married bickering lbr).

in helmut's mind, otto is represented by the "handsy" dr. touch (they were fuckin for sure).

meanwhile in bob's mind, a projection of otto says, "we all imagined helmut with someone taller" (suggesting bob is insecure about being good enough for helmut, and SPECIFICALLY worried that otto and helmut... make a better couple?!)

in helmut's memory of the wedding, a figment of otto is in attendance. but in bob's memory of the same event, otto is conspicuously absent.

and [spoilers] says of the old guard's party pad, "i remember this place! we used to fool around on the beanbags! :}" (THEY WERE ALL FUCKIN FOR SURE)

ERGO!!!

their whole group was a bunch of fringe-of-society hippie psychic weirdos having free love all over the beanbags-- and i think that otto, helmut, and bob in particular were in a loose triadic polycule. i can easily see otto and bob getting high and talking about what a ~feast for the senses~ helmut is, having casual sex, etc. but bob's self esteem was too low to consider that helmut and otto would have anything flattering to say about him when the two of them were alone together.

so like, bob wanted to tie the knot (HE proposed, after all...! very telling...!) and yadda yadda I'm not saying exclusive relationships are evil or that bob didn't love helmut, I LOVE the gay wedding, but i just get the impression that bob's fear of losing helmut to otto factored into that decision somewhat.

and of course otto bowed out because they are all friends here, if they want to be exclusive good for them, his friends are happy and that's what's most important! i genuinely don't think it bothered him, bc otto seems to experience a sort of... modular attraction model? if i can shamelessly project for a moment-- he doesnt seem clingy OR distant. he's fully engaged and invested when he's with someone, yet he's not heartbroken when they leave either, because he doesn't form expectations of other people like that. establish intimacy on a case by case basis, and if you care about each other it doesn't really matter who's kissing who, because kissing is an expression of current preferences and boundaries, not an expression of emotional commitment.

then the showdown with maligula... not only does bob get saved by helmut (survivor's guilt, not feeling good enough or like it should have been him, etc), but otto is responsible for helmut's body being lost. we know otto blames himself, and I'm sure in his grief bob might have been even harder on otto than he was already inclined to be... ):

like, maybe the aftermath of THAT is when all bob's bitterness and insecurity would come bursting out, and otto would feel terrible, because he had no idea bob felt that way-- and if they were two parts of a poly triad they obviously cared about each other, but now bob is hurting too much to accept otto's support when maybe he could rly use it... )':

and i just feel so BAD for otto, because he feels like an aromantic pansexual who was thriving with his friend group and living his best life, and then they all paired off in exclusive romantic and sexual relationships. kind of like, the way cassie's projection of lucy is characterized--? "ooh cassie tried to be my friend, but i was too busy making googley eyes at ford!"

that's otto, but with all of them )':

and THEN not only do they (presumably) ostracize him in intimacy, but the fallout from the maligula thing destroys them all, so otto is left to single-handedly create the Psychonauts as a memorial and a legacy for the psychic six. put on a smile, be a source of stability for his friends! but i guess they all just thought that made him cold or uncaring, unrelatable in his comparatively unaffected mental state ):

i mean... otto and ford were the very first of the besties to arrive in green needle gulch. and after everything, ford busted his own brain, so otto can't even commiserate about bygone days with him! otto is all alone! and he is just out here coping and making dumb jokes and doing art and science to constructively vent his feelings about it...!

(OH YEAH... AND THE PSYCHOSEISMOMETERS ABSORB NEGATIVE THOUGHTS, DON'T THEY? I WONDER WHO THAT'S FOR, OTTO???)

anyway I'm soft and otto is weird but he's also my sonsband

#otto mentallis #bob zanotto #helmut fullbear #ford cruller #psychonauts 2 spoilers #my meta #psychonauts #psychonauts 2

[notyetbulletproof]

Honestly,

They should have given us like 2 more episodes of Elementary.

1) to properly tie up the Reichenbach thing

- I wanted to see him pay

- also watching the aftermath of Sherlock’s “death” and at the end of the episode hearing his voice-over from a letter to Joan. We (audience) could have seen his exploits in another country in snippets or have flashbacks of him and joan’s plan (i.e what we briefly saw in the finale).

2) a proper funeral/memorial for Morland Holmes and all who were lost because of the betrayal. Or better yet! Surprise! He slithered away from death. That whole emotional hit then giving Joan cancer was just unnecessarily painful!

3) if Joan must have cancer to up the stakes and make these 2 fools be honest that they really need the other and as the Captain said “when you love someone big enough, you allow them to love you”—- or something like this, then show us the support! Show us him sitting with her through chemotherapy. Testing her on various things, keeping her sharp. Looking after her (as we know he did) and most of all— Looking out for Arthur.

Come on! Imagine Arthur going “uncle detective!” during school pick ups or martial arts practices. Or him falling asleep next to Joan one night and Sherlock helping carry him to bed while Joan turns in for the night.

Then one night as he’s going to bed, he asks Sherlock if his mum is going to be okay and Sherlock says “she is going to be okay, I promise” and it’s a throwback to when he promised to protect Watson and she told him he couldn’t promise that and he responded with “and yet I did”. Finally Arthur would say “uncle Sherlock, that’s a big promise” and Sherlock would say “and yet I made it. I intend to keep it”. Arthur would smile, be tucked in and head to sleep.

LIKE GIVE ME MORE ARTHUR AND SHERLOCK??? I mean “it’s an honour to make your acquaintance” was super cute and I would have like more of that. Or Sherlock investigating weird stuff at his school and people being all “who is that? What is he doing” and Arthur going “oh that’s just my Uncle Detective. He knows everything”.

It’s my head canon that Sherlock beams and is super excited when his godson or nephew finds him cool. And both Joan and Kitty roll their eyes every time.

4) Kitty and Archie coming back for the finale. Seeing more of Marcus’s and Sherlock’s interactions post him coming back. How did they adapt. Marcus was upset but not unforgiving. How did they bury that hatchet? Let them have one proper case of them being awesome or like about to start one. You know? Like they get a call to consult.

5) Moriarty. Just a smidge more. Yeah, most of the episode was connecting her to Sherlock and Joan and how her “death” was questionable and clearly a ploy. It still would have been cool to have her try and reach out since Morland is gone and she’s rising in the ranks again. To take her power. I get the game is indeed afoot but it would have been cool to see it. I liked the whole “do we have a shovel?” So Sherlock could prove she wasn’t dead.

6) more episodes just so I could have more of Joan and Sherlock before we had to say goodbye. Honestly Jonny Lee Miller and Lucy Liu hit it out of the park and Elementary is my fave iteration of Sherlock. I think I’m gonna keep rewatching it. It’s one of those shows you know??

#elementary #joanlock #Joan x Sherlock #Jonny Lee Miller #Lucy Liu

[sylvies-chen]

If you are still taking prompts then 49 for Chenford please 😊

49. "Take off your shirt."

The first time Tim gets shot while he and Lucy are dating, it throws Lucy for a loop.

She should be used to it by now, the constant danger their line of work puts them in. Signing up to be a part of the LAPD didn't come with the promise of a long life, after all. But she remembers seeing Tim be wheeled off into surgery after some drugged out idiot with a gun had shot him in the stomach, right below his peck. She remembers how scared she'd felt not knowing what was going to happen. She remembers how she'd never felt so completely... mortal, before that. She remembers it all, and now she can't stop.

It's been two weeks since the accident, and she just can't stop.

It also manages to put a small kink in their relationship. They haven't dealt with something like this as a couple before. She'd been buried alive, sure, and Tim had gotten shot on her first day as a rookie, but both were at times where they weren't as close as they are now. The thought of losing him had nearly destroyed her, and it shows. Lucy's been a little more hovering these past two weeks, more relentless in her constant psychological questioning to make sure he isn't traumatized from being shot. In turn, it's caused Tim to be more tense and on edge than usual. Not irritable exactly-- he knows her new behaviour is coming from a place of love and concern so he doesn't snap at her and stays patient-- but she feels his muscles tense up and there's a slight edge to his tone when he insists for the millionth time that yes, he's fine. It makes it hard for them to do anything with any real sort of levity. She feels it, feels the tension between them driven by her constant worrying over him. It's her own damn fault and yet Lucy has no idea how to stop it.

How do you stop worrying over nearly losing someone you love as much as she loves Tim Bradford?

She has to find a way to make peace with it, one way or another. And fast. Because she's been worrying constantly and it's driving Tim crazy. And Tim's going around acting like nothing even happened, which is driving Lucy crazy. There has to be some way to find a balance, she thinks. Right?

They're at dinner now. Wesley and Angela had asked to go on a double date-- eager to, actually, since they don't get many date nights with a screaming, crying baby in the house all the time-- so she and Tim had accepted. Tim hasn't been out of the house much anyway since being shot. But he's sitting next to her now, making small talk under the twinkling lights and using his regular Tim Bradford charm and she can't handle it for some reason. Does he just not remember nearly dying two weeks ago? Do Angela and Wesley? Is Lucy the only one who remembers that?

She needs to make peace with it so, in a way similar with how she'd made peace with Caleb's sadistic brand on her, she does.

"Sorry," she interrupts Wesley, who's in the middle of a story about one of his more recent pro-bono cases. "Would you excuse us for a minute?"

Tim looks at her, confused, but she takes him by the arm and gets up, dragging him away from the table before Angela or Wesley can even give an answer. It's abrupt and it leaves pretty much everyone involved confused-- including the waiter-- but it's what Lucy needs and right now, she's too anxious to care. They make their way through the restaurant, passing the kitchen and moving down the hallway in the back where the restrooms are.

"Chen," he hisses through gritted teeth. He only ever calls her Chen outside of work when he's angry. "What the hell is the matter with you? Where are we going?"

"In here," she tells him, pushing him into one of the family bathrooms with one toilet and a lock on it. It makes for better privacy than the communal men's or women's bathrooms.

Tim tries to resist but even though he's bigger than her and muscly, Lucy still has might. That, paired with the worry and determination that's bubbling under her skin now, and Tim doesn't stand a chance against her. He's nudged through the door, walking backwards and stumbling slightly as she turns to lock the door behind them.

"Babe, you better have a damn good explanation for this," he grumbles. "Wesley and Lopez were just in the middle of--"

"Take off your shirt."

"What?" He stares at her, bewildered beyond compare. She doesn't blame him. She knows she's acting impulsive right now, realizes how insane this must all seem. He might even think this is about sex right now, which she also wouldn't blame him for. Fooling around in strange places is not something that would be completely out of the ordinary for them, considering how they snuck around for so long before making their relationship public.

"Take off your shirt," she repeats firmly. He's wearing a button-down, which he only ever does when they go out for special occasions, so when he doesn't comply immediately she starts working at the buttons herself. It doesn't take too long for Lucy to become frustrated with them though, and she tears the rest of them out in one fowl tug.

Under his shirt, clear as day, is the scar from the gunshot wound. It sits under his right peck. The hole itself is small but the bruising around it is wide, swollen, and about five different shades of purple, blue, black, and red. Seeing it makes her nauseous at first, but she knows it's what she needs. That wound, that scar, it's a part of him now. As much as she hates it, she loves Tim more. That includes loving every single part of him-- scars and all.

"What are you doing?" His question isn't as harsh this time. He's still frustrated, but his voice is breathy and gentler. She can see his chest rising and falling with his breath. He breathes considerably heavier when she inches closer to him.

"Making my peace with it," she confesses quietly.

Her hand moves to the gunshot wound, hovering over it gently. Her fingers graze the wound only slightly, the contact somehow cathartic for her. She thinks of it as some sort of exposure therapy. Her eyes close shut lightly when her hands stays steady over the wound, soaking everything in and familiarizing herself with the scar. Every detail of it, every bump and every shade of bruising, remains planted in her memory. She stays like that for a few minutes, truly basking in it.

"Lucy," he exhales sympathetically, his hand flying up to caress her face. He knows how hard this has been for her and he just... understands. "I'm okay. I'm alive and I'm... I'm okay."

His voice is so calm and steady, like the ocean after a storm. It makes her want to cry.

Her eyes finally open, looking up to him nervously. "Do you promise?"

"Promise." He moves closer to press a tender kiss to her lips, relaxing into it for a moment. When he pulls away, his forehead remains pressed lightly against hers, his hand still caressing her face as his thumb strokes her cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," she exhales, finally letting herself smile again.

After that, she feels herself let go-- let go of (most of) the worry, of the anguish, of the anxiety and near trauma the incident had caused her. She stares at the bullet once more as he buttons his shirt up, sighing her troubles away. Part of Lucy feels bad that it took all of this hectic nonsense for her to come to terms with his injury, but it's exactly what she needed. They needed to find a way to get through these sorts of things, the regular troubles that face couples who work in policing. And without even thinking about it, they've found it. Lucy has found it.

Finally, she's at peace with it. It's part of him now, which means she'll learn to love it as much as she loves the rest of Tim Bradford.

#abby writes #fanfic prompts #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #the rookie fanfic #lucy x tim #tim x lucy

[multimilfs]

Zelda Spellman x Fem!Reader x Madam Satan: Little Witch

Summary: You’ll stop at nothing to ensure the safety of your loves. Not even Hell can drag them away. 

A/N: So this was originally in response to a request, before I realized they hadn’t watched caos s4 yet. So, merry inauguration day, you get another fic! I hope you all like it! Also... damn Y/N... how come you get two milfs?? 

Warning(s): CAOS S4 Spoilers, Minor Violence

“Hilda, where is Y/N?”

Zelda walked into her office, intent on seeing you working on Academy business. Instead, her sister was in your chair. Head buried in documents she didn’t understand. She had tried though, for your sake.

“Oh, Zelds! She just popped out for a bit. Needed some fresh air.” Hilda said, giving an overly large smile. Zelda just raised an eyebrow.

“Hilda.” Zelda said in warning.

The younger of the two let out a sigh. In truth, you were supposed to be back over an hour ago. You’d just meant to pop out and check on Lilith and Adam. Apparently the two of you had different opinions on what ‘popping out’ meant.

“She said she was going to check on Lilith and little Adam… again.”

There was a beat of silence, before it was filled with a loud, annoyed sigh. Since Adam had been born, you’d been neglecting your duties to spend time with the baby. You said you were doing it to give Lilith a break, but both Lilith and Zelda knew that the boy had you wrapped around his finger.

She took a long drag of the cigarette in her hand. Of course she wouldn’t fault you, she loved to see you happy. But the Academy relied on you. She relied on you.

“I’ll be back.” Zelda said.

She turned on her heel and marched from the room. Destination: Lilith’s room. Each step, each click of her heels, punctuated by a drag of her cigarette. The nicotine alleviated some of the agitation.

She barged in the room. No knocking, no announcement, nothing. Her gaze leveled on you.

“Y/N Y/L/N!” Zelda snapped.

You jumped slightly, careful to hold onto Adam tightly. Though he whined.

“Hi, Zelda,” You smiled, “Did you come to see Adam too?”

No traces of guilt lingered around you. Only complete love and bliss, having your two lovers and the baby in one space. Your heart was full.

“Well, no. I came here because you’re meant to be handling Academy paperwork and instead, you’ve snuck off to play happy family. We don’t have the time for distractions.”

Zelda’s tone was severe, but not as severe as it could have been. She purposefully softened it. While she needed to stress the importance of the matter, she didn’t want to hurt your feelings. You were practically glowing.

“And you,” Zelda began again, rounding on Lilith, who’d been silent, “It never crossed your mind to remind her of her duties? You know the stress we’re under here.”

“No, it was never a thought.” Lilith said lightly.

“Funny. It didn’t take the millenia you’ve been alive to rot your brain, it took a baby and a witch.” Zelda snapped.

“My brain is in tip-top condition, Zelda. Maybe I just like watching our darling Y/N play mommy.”

Zelda glared daggers at Lilith, while Lilith smirked. It was too easy to get under her skin. Meanwhile, you were blushing like a tomato, dividing your attention between the infant in your arms and your lovers.

“Be careful, witch. You live under the roof of my academy, lest you forget.” Zelda warned. Lilith’s smirk dropped.

“You know what happens if I leave this building.” Lilith said, fear creeping into her voice.

“Mm. How horrible.” Zelda’s tone was dry, her glare unwavering.

“Zelda!” You gasped, making both of them look at you. You looked heartbroken at the horrible way they were speaking to one another, “That was cruel!”

Zelda had the decency to look ashamed. She had been falling back onto the habit of throwing harsh words when she was stressed. Of course she’d been making an active effort to change that habit, but it was second nature when emotions ran high.

You and Lilith both knew she didn’t mean what she said when she was upset, but it was still hurtful. Especially with Lilith in such a vulnerable position.

“Now I want both of you to apologize to one another.” You declared.

Both witches spluttered, looking outraged at such a suggestion. Too prideful were they, to admit when they’d done wrong.

“Why should I apologize? She is the one throwing threats around!” Lilith protested.

“Zelda is right. You shouldn’t have kept me distracted from my duties.”

Against her pride, she knew that you were right. You did have important duties that needed attending to. Though, she considered herself one of the most important things in your life. She’d just been enjoying the company and hadn’t wanted you to leave.

“I… apologize for my words, Lilith. They were unfairly severe.” Zelda apologized, voice strained.

“And I apologize for distracting Y/N further.” Lilith conceded.

Your face lit up at the apologies. They were awkward, but they were detailed and somewhat honest. It was progress.

“Thank you for being civil.” You smiled, walking to place a kiss on each witch’s cheek.

Both leaned into the affection openly. Though they’d deny it, they were both big softies when it came to you. You broke through the walls of false bravado. Something in your smile, in your heart, made you irreplaceable.

You placed a gentle kiss on Adam’s forehead, handing him back to Lilith carefully. She gave you a questioning look.

“I should get back to my duties. Zelds, why don’t you stay and relax?” You suggested brightly.

“I couldn’t-“ She argued.

“You absolutely can. You do more for this Academy than anyone. Now take a break.”

You pushed her into one of the many chairs in the room and pecked her lips. Lilith glared enviously. Though you didn’t notice, as you took your leave from the room. You weren’t looking forward to the paperwork. If it gave Zelda a break, then that was enough motivation for you.

Hilda was still in the office and you gave her an apologetic smile. She just waved it off and the two of you got back to work, until she decided to brew the both of you some tea, setting it down in front of you.

“You are a goddess-send, Hilda.”

“Oh, well thank you.” Hilda said, smiling happily, “Just happy to help out where I can.”

“You’ve been more than enough help. Please, go rest. I can manage.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. Rest well and tell Doctor Cee I said hello.”

Hilda collected her things before taking her leave. It left you with an empty office, silent save for the scratching of your pen. Sometimes you enjoyed the lack of noise like this. However, in moments when you wanted to spend time with the people you loved, it felt lonely.

Your mind drifted, filling with daydreams and memories. The afternoon you’d spent cooing over little Adam as Lilith watched on fondly. His eyes looked back at you with mischief, much like his mother.

Zelda had yet to build much of a relationship with the infant. She seemed to hesitate, like she was afraid of getting too attached. You didn’t understand the fear. Lilith wasn’t going anywhere if you could help it. But you knew she would take it at her own pace.

You raced through about half of the papers on the desk when the doors burst open, a haggard looking Prudence standing there.

“Prudence? Is something the matter?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Asmodeus has returned,” She said, in between heavy breaths, “He’s demanding access to Lilith or he'll destroy the Academy completely.”

Your gaze hardened. Slowly and quietly, you stood from your seat, looking at the girl. She looked concerned. Even frightened. Few had ever seen you truly angry.

“Take me to him.” You requested softly.

“With all due respect, Miss Y/N, he’s a king of hell… Are you sure you want to deal with him alone?” Prudence asked.

“The kings of Hell are nothing but overconfident fools. They best me in nothing but age. I’ll be fine.”

She didn’t have the confidence to argue with you. This attitude coming from you was something foreign, something unknown. She knew to tread lightly and did as you asked.

Walking through the halls, you wondered if you’d made a mistake. You knew the kings of Hell weren’t as powerful as they said. Would you be enough to best them? They couldn’t take Lilith or Adam from you. You’d sooner die.

Asmodeus was waiting outside the door at the bottom of the steps. His hands were laced in front of him and he offered a lecherous smirk, looking you up and down. You resisted the urge to shudder.

“And who might you be?” He asked, tone condescending.

“I speak for the Order of Hecate. Now state your business.” You said coldly.

His face twisted up unpleasantly. Like he’d been hit with something you couldn’t see, though you knew that wasn’t the case. His pride had been hit. Not his physical form.

“You’ll be careful how you address a King.” Asmodeus warned.

“I worship no king, and certainly not you - if you were one. Now state your business or leave this place.” You spat viciously.

There was a reason you’d stayed away from Hell as much as possible. When Lilith had been in Hell for so long, you’d seen her anywhere but the infernal realm. It made your skin crawl to deal with such men. They were leeches. Scum of the lowest, most vile degree.

Upon your words, you watched as the king’s face lit up with recognition. A twinkle of something cruel in his eyes.

“I remember you,” He said with a slow, sickening smile, “You’re the one fucking Lucifer’s whore.”

You wanted to flay him where he stood. To decimate him in the most painful manner in all the realms. Instead, you bit your tongue. If you did so, he would win. Unfortunately though, he took that as an invitation to continue.

“Or is it the traitorous Spellman you bed each night?” Asmodeus asked, though it was clear he knew the answer, “Oh! That’s right. Both. I would say it comes as a surprise, but they were both quite willing to get on their knees for Luci-“

“Enough.” You demanded, voice shaking.

“Oh, did I strike a nerve, little witch?”

With a flick of your wrist, the demon was forced to his knees and bound with chains of Damascus steel. You used your other hand to slowly restrict his airflow. The way he gasped and writhed, searching for any breath of air, filled you with satisfaction.

Prudence gasped behind you. Your merciless actions took her by surprise, though she was intrigued as well. She was stunned above all things.

“You, Asmodeus, are nothing but a thorn in my side. And so is your Lord Lucifer. Neither of you are to step foot on the Academy grounds, or I will destroy you both myself.”

If it had been anyone else, Asmodeus might have called it a threat. But the hard anger in your eyes told him that it wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.

You finally released your block on his airways and body, making him pitch forward and gasp heavily. He was trying to breathe in more air than his lungs would hold.

“Y-You will r-rot, witch.” He choked out.

“So will you. Now go.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In a flaming ring of fire, he was gone, back to the infernal realm he’d come from. There was a heavy silence for a few moments as you and Prudence let the weight of the situation settle. She looked at you curiously.

“What will you do if they come back?” She asked.

“I’ll do exactly as I promised.” You answered.

With that, you turned on your heel, making your way back into the Academy. And back to that dreaded pile of papers.

———

“Excuse me, you did what?” Zelda snapped over the dinner table the next night. You winced.

“I told Asmodeus in no uncertain terms that I’d kill him before he touched Lilith.” You said slowly.

“Y/N, he is a millennia old, infernal king,” Lilith said, sharing a concerned glance with Zelda, “He will come for you.”

“Then let him. I had him on his knees once, I can do it again just as easily.”

“I beg your pardon?” Lilith asked.

“She had him bound and was suffocating him.” Prudence said as she walked in the room, handing a folder to Zelda.

The folder was the least of her concern though. Her eyes widened, mouth open in shock as she stared at you. Lilith had a similar expression of surprise. Though she was better at toning her emotions down.

“You… You had complete control over Asmodeus? One of hell’s three kings?” Lilith said.

“What, like it was hard?” You asked with a roll of your eyes, “I should have just killed him. Unfortunately, he needed to deliver the message for me.”

Zelda and Lilith looked at you, then at each other, then back at you. Words escaped them completely. You had no idea what you’d done and how few had the power to do such a thing.

They thought about telling you. Trying to make you understand. But they decided to push it off, for now.

“Thank you, for protecting me so fiercely.” Lilith murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips. You smiled brightly.

Zelda pressed a kiss to your cheek, before going back to work. Leaving you and Lilith to care for Adam until she came to bed. Later you could talk of serious matters. For now, you were spending time with your family.

#zelda spellman #lilith #madam satan #zelda x lilith x reader #madamspellman x reader #caos #caos imagine #chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina imagine #caos x reader #wlw #wlw imagine #jan2021 #multimilfswritings

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If you were to sort the Infinity Train cast(s) into the Major Arcana a la the Persona games, which Arcana would you give everyone?

anon I had SOOOOO much fun thinking about this, thank you so much for sending me this. I sorted all the major characters, plus a few other entries, based on a mix of Arcana symbolism, Persona series character archetypes, and general vibes. I came up with answers I feel pretty good about for all but four of the Arcana. (Was really tempted to say Strength is every human character who doesn't board the train because they can handle their problems on their own lol.) This is going to be a long-winded post, so I thought I’d post just the list as an image (which hopefully won’t be too blurry!) rather than wrestle with Tumblr formatting trying to make a short list, and put a big text wall under the readmore talking more about my picks.

If this list does end up illegible, the same info is under the readmore as text! Plus some characters for Magician, Strength, Justice, and Death that I didn’t want to add to the “official” list because they’re more based on headcanon. (Although my reasoning for some of the “official” picks is pretty weak lol.)

One-One as 0. The Fool

Oh my gosh, what am I?

IT is great at fleshing out character backstories and families, so One-One at the beginning of S1 is one of the few characters who really feels like a blank slate. He's got a lot of his baggage back by the end of the season, and I think One and One-One are more similar than they seem at first glance, but S1 does seem to have been very formative for One-One and how he thinks about what he's supposed to be doing and how he relates to other people. So it does kind of feel like his fool's journey.

Alrick Timmens as I. The Magician

The magician begins the journey... by beefing it on a dirt bike, dying, and sending his wife flying off the deep end. Rip.

Alrick was an engineer like Amelia, so I could see him suiting some of the themes of the Magician, like conscious thought and manifesting ideas. His apparent playfulness and insecurity are similar to the Magician characters in Persona.

Kez as II. The High Priestess

“We can’t make this decision for you, Kez.” “You know what to do.”

I thought really hard about making Kez the Magician because just like every Magician since Persona 3, she's dumb, horny, and insecure dlkjasfdkl

(and also her showing up at the start of the story arc and being helpful but also super needy is very Magician)

But the idea of "intuition" really does suit Kez. Sometimes her intuition is as bad as her conscious reasoning, but I think that's a lot because she's so confused about what happened with Jeremy, and Morgan making Kez feel like she did a bad thing by helping him.

Tuba as III. The Empress

She made me feel like I was warm all the time.

Tuba's a mom. Sorry, this one's not that deep, haha.

Simon Laurent as IV. The Emperor

Highest number! I'm the leader now.

Simon has a lot of issues, but the one that felt the most prominent to me was his unhealthy relationship with power, authority, dominance, and rules. Another quote I considered using here was what he said in Grace's memory of meeting Amelia: "I never thought I'd get to see the Conductor with my own eyes. He's perfect! Everything finally makes sense again." In his emotional crisis, he thought everything could be fixed just by the existence of a huge, scary, powerful, male authority figure, even if they weren't doing anything helpful or informative.

Atticus as V. The Hierophant

I like to think that our stones are sturdy and handsome, like the Corgis that crafted them.

Atticus is a figure of traditional authority who deeply loves the history, society, and culture of his people. He often provides spiritual wisdom and encourages Tulip to get out of her own head and engage with the world around her. Also in Persona, Hiero is the Dad Arcana so it's very funny to me (a) to make the little dog be Hiero and (b) that the little dog really does have the strongest Wholesome Dad Energy of the whole cast.

Jesse Cosay as VI. The Lovers

Don't tell me what to do. I'm not going to be a part of anything like this, on or off the train.

This was my first and easiest pick lol, Jesse is sooooo Lovers. Like, the focus on choice and personal values and relationships? Yep, that's Jesse. It works on an "actual meaning of the Arcana" level and a "vibes with the Persona characters" level lol... popular, upbeat, and having such an identity crisis.

Lake as VII. The Chariot

I'm my own person, who is getting off this train!

I don't know if Chariot captures all the ways Lake grew over the course of S2, but I feel like they had the most externally focused conflict of all the IT characters, which suits Chariot. They've been fighting to stake out their personhood from start to finish, and they took action and used their willpower to achieve that goal. Also they have at least a little jock energy which is a prereq for Chariot tbh.

Frank as VIII. Strength

I dunno, I kinda imagine him as a simple man and easily underestimated, but with a lot of heart. The Cat may say they're keeping things casual but I don't think she'd take him with her on her private vacation unless he had some kind of inner toughness that would let him stand toe-to-toe with her.

Morgan as IX. The Hermit

I need to be alone right now. Kez... maybe... we can talk later.

I like that Morgan embodies toxic self-isolation and stonewalling and rejection, but that she seems to be moving towards the positive aspects of Hermit and taking some time to calm down and process and think. I like it when characters can embody the best and worst of their Arcana.

Tulip Olsen as X. The Wheel of Fortune

We have to adapt to the changes in our lives. It's the only way things can get better.

Tulip has a lot of themes and conflicts, but this one is a clear standout as the most important. I also like it for Tulip because, while she has to handle a lot of difficult and even traumatic situations, some of the change that challenges her isn't as unambiguously bad as e.g. the death of a loved one. It really is just change itself she's struggling with, and that's Fortune babey. Also, from the perspective of the train itself and lots of other characters, by reversing Amelia and One-One's positions again and changing how One-One administrates the train, Tulip is the one giving the wheel a spin. That's fun.

Lucy as XI. Justice

One of my friends once described the Justice characters in Persona as "the ones the player character is ultimately accountable towards", and I like to think of Lucy as kind of being that for Grace (...since Hazel has excused herself). Lucy is the Apex kid we see Grace interact with the most, the first Apex kid Grace admitted to herself that she had harmed (see Grace very briefly showing distress and then regret when Jesse points the harpoons at his face and she stops him), and the first person to confront Grace when she came home in The New Apex.

Min-Gi Park as XII. The Hanged Man

I don't know if we'll sell a single album, but we'll figure that out as we go.

Min-Gi sacrifices his "realistic", "sensible" goals for a more personally (spiritually, even?) enriching life that's beyond his control and outside of the expected norm. Like the Hanged Man, who dangles foolishly upside-down, but as a deliberate choice and in a state of serenity and enlightenment. I also think this arcana suits a reading of Min-Gi's character development as starting off going slower as a way to stall and live in denial, but then going slower with deliberation. Compare his arrogant insistence on refusing to act in The Astro Queue Car to his patience and care in The Castle Car and The Train to Nowhere.

Jeremy as XIII. Death

This isn't about the death of his family - I'm thinking of his reluctance to admit his number was going down. He cared about Morgan and Kez, and it's possible both that he may have really wanted to stay with them despite his exit and that that might even have been a healthy choice - they're real ass people with feelings and everything, not holodeck characters. But I also think Jeremy was using his life with them to avoid moving on out of that fog (because it was hard and it hurt and he didn't want to think about what that would mean for him and Morgan) and Morgan was enabling him.

Ryan Akagi as XIV. Temperance

Maybe the experience is the point. I wasn't just rushing you. I was rushing myself.

I think this one speaks for itself. Also, the other quote I considered putting here, from The Art Gallery Car: "You told me I can't appreciate the song without taking in the rest of the album. I need the whole package."

The Cat as XV. The Devil

I always do the right thing.

Honestly, this is one I really wasn't sure about. The Cat isn't a great pick for a lot of the meanings of Devil. She is definitely consumed by material comforts, and the short-term rewards of ignoring her issues at a long-term cost, though. This is more of a "vibes with Persona characters with this arcana" pick... Devil characters tend to start off being somewhat exploitative or even antagonistic towards the player character, and gradually showing a more conflicted and genuine side.

Amelia Hughes as XVI. The Tower

There's a hole in the universe where Alrick used to be.

Amelia's life is defined by catastrophe and upheaval - both those she's suffered and those she's inflicted on others.

Hazel as XVII. The Star

I'm going to keep loving you like you're still here.

When I think of "The Star" as a small but inextinguishable light in the darkness, Hazel seems like the obvious choice. Although we left her deeply wounded, I think she still has a flicker of her hope, faith, and purpose.

Grace Monroe as XVIII. The Moon

But it's unfair for me to tell you how to understand yourself. I mean, I don't even fully understand me.

Grace is probably the most complex and dynamic character on the show and hence one of the most difficult to place. I considered Empress, Strength, Devil, and Judgement for her... I think ultimately, lies and illusions are the most unifying theme of her character arc. Also, from a Persona angle, her pursuit of status out of a lack of true self-worth reminds me of Ai and Mishima.

Alan Dracula as XIX. The Sun

Brought together by the majesty of a superpowered deer!

I'm sorry dkjasfklads this is largely because I thought it was funny to have this completely inexpressive dead-eyed deer as Sun akfk but also... like... it kind of works okay!!! Think about the genuine joy and comfort and positivity he brings to Lake and Jesse (and me)!

The New Apex as XX. Judgement

"Then what are we gonna be?" "Guess we'll have to figure it out?"

This is kind of a Persona mythology gag again because of Judgement being a group social link near the end of the narratives of P3 and P4, when the protagonists have pierced through the lies and actually figured out who the villain of their game is and are ready to really start making progress.

0 as XI. The World

Ah, train does it again!

It's an ending and the completion of a journey, but also the beginning of a new one. And the world is literally what the passengers receive at the end of their train journey. Welcome home.

#infinity train #infinity train spoilers #protagonists of IT #Anonymous