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thecat620 · 2 months

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Who Kept Fizz and Blitz apart?

We've got at least three candidates on who could've kept Fizz and Blitz apart after the fire though I have at least one extra theory considering the medical professionals in Sloth.

In the episode Oops, Blitz mentioned that "they" said Fizz didn't want to see Blitz while Fizz was told by "them" that Blitz never came to see him in the first place. Someone was keeping these two apart intentionally and it makes their split even more tragic since Fizz would've forgiven Blitz or not been as angry at Blitz if he had been allowed to see Blitz. And Blitz probably would've had a better support system if he was allowed to see Fizz.

I want to put arguments for and against each theory to see where we could go from here and what we'll eventually learn about the truth when these two learn it.

Culprit 1: Mammon

Argument: Considering the placement of this sign in the episode Oops, it would be very easy to predict that Mammon would be the one that could have kept these two apart but also have a motive. Let's say he got word of Fizz's talents at the Buckzo Imp Circus through word of mouth and talent scouts. He probably had an eye on Fizz and would've recruited him to be his latest cashcow. He would have the money to give Fizz prosthetics that would help him perform again. Or hire Ozzie to give Fizz the prosthetics which would give a reason on how they met and fell in love. He wouldn't want Fizz to get distracted so he probably ordered any nurses in Sloth or wherever he was recovering to keep anyone out and isolate Fizz, making him easy to manipulate.

Counterargument: Mammon can be a bit of a dumbass so if Fizz auditioned to be his next star after he got his prosthetics, he probably treated him nice to start but the abuse would gradually happen over time. We don't know exactly how long Fizz was working for him but it's enough to make Fizz feel self-conscious about still being good enough to work for him. And he probably would've said something if he knew about Blitz trying to see his former friend. Mammon probably met and had Fizz working for him after he recovered.

Culprit 2: Cash Buckzo

Argument: I love this jackass but he's still a greedy jackass that cares very little about his own son while treating Fizz like the golden child. BUT I could see his ONE redeeming quality that he cares very deeply for his wife, Tilla. Using his son to steal riches from the Goetia and emotionally manipulating him so they could get treasures that he could sell to keep their family afloat. And I'll give him credit that he was disturbed enough by Paimon wanting to buy his son (at first) for Stolas. But his favoritism for Fizz and neglect of Blitz (we don't know how he treated Barbie) could've manifested into resentment for the accident his son caused with the fire. Buckzo not only lost his livelihood and wife but the kid he wished was his son was damaged so he could've kept the two of them apart out of spite and grief from losing the woman he loved.

Counterargument: He's also a bit of a dumbass and the alcohol might've scrambled his brain enough where he wouldn't be able to think of keeping Blitz and Fizz apart. And from the phonecall Blitz had in the episode Unhappy Campers, Blitz does seem to be on speaking terms enough with his father that he'd actually call him to try and figure out where Barbie was. And I think Buckzo would've been dealing with the loss of the circus as well as his wife so as much as he probably would've wanted to get back at his son and protect Fizz from getting hurt worse (since I think he does care about Fizz in some capacity), the grief he was going through probably would've made him unable to actually do it.

Culprit 3: Barbie Wire

Argument: We know very little about Barbie and what we do know is from the few mentions of her we've had in the show and pictures. But I think if her attitude towards her brother is anything to go by, I could believe she tried to separate Blitz and Fizz because of her own issues. We know she wasn't there during the fire and Blitz mentioned to Fizz that Fizz was all he had left. He lost his mother, his father neglected him, and there was probably a growing separation between Blitz and Barbie that hurt Blitz deeply, no doubt her drug addiction. When the fire happened, it seemed to happen when Blitz and Fizz were in their mid to late teens. Barbie could've either been sent away to rehab or gone off on her own, not being happy with the circus life. Maybe she felt resentment that her mother was close to Blitz and wanted to find her own path that isn't being a twin. Maybe she was manipulated by her father into seeing Blitz as the weak link in the family. Or maybe she felt anger that Blitz couldn't save their mother even though he was there when she wasn't there. It's hard to say if she was close to Fizz like Blitz was but if she got her father's attitude, she probably could've kept both boys separated out of spite and grief. She's familiar enough with the staff at the rehab center in Sloth that she could tell them to keep Blitz and Fizz separated "for their own good". And she purposefully used Blitz's old name even though she started with his preferred name when they saw each other, intentionally hurting her brother. Who's to say she wasn't capable of hurting him before? Maybe she felt resentment at how close Blitz and Fizz were and thought Fizz deserved better. Or maybe the drugs caused her to act out.

Counterargument: I don't want to throw Barbie under the bus since we only got a brief appearance by her and I hope she and Blitz will reconcile in some way. If Blitz can make up with Fizz, he can certainly make up with his sister. Since she wasn't around during the fire, maybe her anger at Blitz not being able to save their mother as well as anger at herself for not being there. I could see her deflecting her own feelings of guilt and grief onto her brother, blaming him for everything like her father did. But I could also see her wanting to run away from her feelings; she probably wants to get close to her brother but she just can't face him since I think deep down, she knows that isn't fully Blitz's fault. An accident is still an accident and they were basically children when it happened; Blitz has suffered enough and Barbie probably is trying to cope on her own. Maybe there's even some resentment of being a twin to someone that isn't as good or the lesser twin, feeling like she has to be better than him. If that's the case, she probably would want to separate herself from her old life and lashes out whenever Blitz tries to reach out.

Culprit 4: Sloth's Medical Staff

Argument: Okay this one might be a bit of a stretch (and I'm only using Barbie's nurse to make a point) but despite how nice and relaxing Sloth is and it being a hub for medical care and rehab, it's still a ring of Sin. They have a lot of drugs and use people like Barbie to get drugs from Earth to Hell. They're going to have their selfish parts to them too. It takes five years to get a Hellbies shot for Loona and they have staff that are really lazy that Blitz was ready to shoot them when he was losing his patience. And while people do give Barbie's nurse the benefit of the doubt in wanting to keep Barbie from falling off the wagon by trying to talk Blitz out of seeking her out, even using his preferred name, they don't seem very good at keeping people in rehab that should still be there. Verosika got out because she was still "famous" but it's very likely she got out because the staff were neglectful and got paid off. Who's to say they didn't get paid off to keep Fizz and Blitz separate, saying that Fizz didn't want to see Blitz or Blitz never came to visit. and they only seem to really get their asses in gear when a high profile demon is seriously hurt (ie, Stolas). Since Fizz is famous, they probably could've kept him guarded away where Blitz couldn't visit.

Counterargument: As much as her methods were harsh, Barbie's nurse did seem like she was looking out for Barbie and Blitz in a way. And the goat doctor was probably the nicest character we've seen in Sloth even if he used a needle that scared poor Loona. Whether there's actual malicious intent or just incompetence, we still don't know too much about this ring or the medical practices in Sloth but it's at least interesting to think about.

#hellvua boss #helluva boss theory #helluva fizzarolli #helluva blitzo #helluva barbie wire #helluva mammon #helluva cash buckzo #helluva boss sloth #sloth ring #blitzø #blitzo #barbie wire #fizzarolli #mammon #cash buckzo #helluva theory #theory

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ddejavvu · 3 months

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idk if you’ve been asked this before but what are your thoughts on reid lashing out at jj about the whole emily thing in season 7?

my thoughts are that it's too complicated to say i'm on either one's side </3

JJ fucking pissed me off with the later Jeid storyline but I liked her at the beginning of the show -> onwards until p much right there, so I tried not to let that letdown influence my retrospective on the s7 situation.

JJ was following highly classified, highly important government orders. Her boss told her to keep her mouth shut for safety reasons, and as someone who's seen countless friends and family members suffer because intel got loose, I can understand why she'd adhere so firmly to the guidelines. She was a good agent.

However, Reid requires stability and consistency in his environment, as he is at a high risk for slipping back into his addiction + developing symptoms of his mother's illness (which, if i remember correctly, were teased but never actually confirmed in him. My point is, he's an at-risk individual who was thrown into grief). I can completely understand how finding out that the shoulder you cried on for months and months and months was actually lying to you about the source of your grief would make someone angry. I actually think he deserved to be angry, he had the right to be angry, but then things become muddled when you ask me if i think he had the right to be angry at JJ.

Personally, I think I'd initially feel very betrayed if I were Spencer, even if i worked it out later. But again, JJ was following orders to keep Emily alive, and if she had confessed and compromised the undercover operation, Emily would have been killed.

I think, in the actual scene, JJ had absolutely no right to tell him that if he was a better profiler, he'd have been able to figure things out. I thought it was a really low blow for her, especially knowing that he'd been so devastated over his friend's 'death'. I understand that his anger caught her off guard, and she felt unjustly blamed, and I might have been upset or torn too in her position. But the way that she handled it was highly unprofessional and something a petty teenager would say and then reluctantly apologize for once they discover their actions have consequences.

I think that Reid basically pouting during work hours and letting his personal feelings affect his work (y'know, saving lives) was also highly unprofessional. However, the issue was that the entire situation revolved around his work in the first place, and Emily just like slipped right back in?? so he had zero time to process anything and I don't know if I'd be able to separate my feelings from my job either.

I don't blame Spencer for not feeling like he could trust JJ/his team after that, at least not as deeply as he used to. I don't blame JJ for feeling hurt that Spencer took his anger out on her rather than the general situation/even Hotch who gave JJ the orders, and told Spencer he was responsible for it.

it bothers me when Spencer stans will demonize JJ for it while refusing to acknowledge Spencer's missteps, and it pisses me off when JJ likers use it to call Reid a petty toddler without considering his feelings on the matter. All in all, it was a complicated, messy situation with no completely right or wrong side, in my opinion.

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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years

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I am absolutely in agreement with everyone who noted that the Party (especially Dustin) don't treat Steve great during S4, with the "Do you need to be told everything?" comments and such. So let me offer a slightly different explanation than them simply believing Steve is not cool/ is stupid.

Dustin is going through puberty. Yes, all of the boys are, the girls too, and what does one do during this hormonal time in their life? Rebel.

Now of course, all of the kids rebel to a certain degree, Max would have possibly entered the angsty phase even without going through all the crap with Billy and her mom, Eleven rebelled against Hopper during the summer of 1985, Mike has been a little shit for years (summer of 1985 solidified that), Lucas threw himself into sports to deal with the restless energy. Will is too anxious to allow himself to let go, but he withdraws into himself, working through things on his own. So what does make Dustin a special case?

Dustin doesn't have a father. But unlike Will who has Jonathan, Dustin's only proper authority is his mother and he'd never, ever hurt her by acting like an asshole towards her. She is anxious, he's the only important thing in her life, she says and Dustin believes her. He loves her deeply, but he's afraid to tip the fragile balance, she worries so much yet gives him all the freedom he wants. He could never repay her trust with being angry or moody.

Enter Steve. Steve isn't that much older than Dustin, but he's the only stable male influence Dustin has had so far. He often acts like the voice of reason, like an older brother that Dustin never had. And even when Eddie enters his life, it's different - Eddie is cool, but he hasn't been through all the crap with Dustin and Steve, he doesn't know what it's like. Dustin admires Eddie, looks up to him, but he doesn't have the deep level of trust with him that he has with Steve. So when the urge to rebel rears its ugly head, Steve is usually at the receiving end because he's the only one Dustin trusts enough to believe he'll handle it.

I'd like to imagine Dustin only becomes this bitchy when he's stressed. Maybe he snaps at Steve when he doesn't catch up as soon as Dustin thinks he should, but that doesn't mean he feels good about it. We see in S4 that Steve and Dustin have the sort of dynamic when one of them knows they overstepped and will apologize. And maybe it takes Dustin a bit longer to settle down and think about what things he says and how he says them, but does figure it out eventually.

After Steve's shift, when he's alone in his parents' house - no date today, Dustin always knows about Steve's pursuits - the phone rings and when he picks up, he hears Dustin's voice, clearing his throat. "Hi Steve. I just wanted to say that I thought about the talk we had today, about you not getting things, and it wasn't cool of me to say. You don't make fun of me when I don't get things in PE and so I shouldn't do this either. So - I'm sorry."

Steve smiles against the receiver and closes his eyes. Dustin's insults may sting in the moment, but he's always known he is a good kid, now a good young man. He's not a bully, not like Steve used to be. "Apology accepted, man. Thanks for saying that."

Dustin needs someone to rebel against and it's not fair to Steve that he's the one. But when he messes up, he makes sure to fix it, because Steve is not his friend out of obligation, they chose each other and that means everything. So yes, he will bitch that Steve doesn't carry a flashlight around like he does, but he will pack an extra one, just in case.

#stranger things #stranger things headcanon #st hc #strangerthings #strangerthingsheadcanon #dustin henderson #the party #steve harrington

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eridanidreams · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

I'm late today, and missed Sunday; sorry, all, it's been a long week for me.

Tagging: @bearlytolerant, @silurisanguine, @aro-pancake, @fangbangerghoul, @atonalginger, @aislingdmdt, @fshenkoescape, @ninjaofnaps, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @hockeydemon42, @fomagranfalloon, @violenceandviolets, @therealgchu, @staticpallour and @artemis-crimson

She jerked her head up, barely missing his chin, and stared at him; a single tear escaped to draw a bright trail down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb, then cupped her face in his palm. "I've talked to you about things that no one—I mean no one else knows about. You know everything that's important to know about me, good and bad, and if there's something I forgot, I'll tell you. Because I trust you. And because I want you to know." He wrapped his arms around her a little more securely; not so tightly that she couldn't escape if she wanted to, but enough to emphasize how much he loved her, loved having her close. Pressed his head against hers, breathing in the faint scent of roses from her hair; he just wanted to take a quiet moment to appreciate something that mere hours ago had been a distant dream.

Slowly, he felt her relax in his arms—not all the way, but enough that he thought they'd gotten past that particular worry. "I never thought of it that way," she murmured. "I just—you didn't have any choice in it. Wouldn't have blamed you for getting mad about it."

Sam took a deep breath, deciding to just face that problem head-on. "My temper scare you?"

"No." Cait sounded pretty definite about that. "I mean, I know you have one, but you seem to have good coping mechanisms for it. And the few times I've picked up on it getting loose—well, I figure Lillian would drive even the most controlled person to fits, so…" She shrugged, and he chuckled at her apt description.

"I was angry at the world in my younger days," he admitted, "but when Cora was born, I knew I had to get a handle on it. Ended up talking to someone about it for a couple years; got rid of some of it and better tools to deal with the rest." Now it was her turn to reach up and lay a comforting hand against his cheek, and he made a soft hum of enjoyment. "Mmm. Did me a lot of good." He turned his head to look her in the eye. "Regarding this—connection, I don't see any reason why I should be upset with you. Not like you did it on purpose, right?" She shook her head. "And it's not hurting either of us—" a sharp spike of worry jolted through him "—it's not hurting you, is it?"

He felt her tense right back up. "I don't… think so…" she faltered. "It's always seemed… right. Like—like that's how I'm supposed to be." She let out a bitter-half laugh. "Should I be scared that it doesn't scare me? And it's—it's all tangled up with the way I feel about you. Loving you." She ducked her head, half-burying her face in his shoulder, a note of shame entering her voice. "I've—I've never felt like this. About anyone." Her voice dropped to a bare whisper. "Love, desire, any of it—I never even dreamed it was possible. Not for me." He could hear the tears fogging up her voice. "Never thought I could be this—happy."

Sam just held her, rubbing his hand comfortingly up and down her arm and back, and letting his feelings do the communicating while he considered what she'd said. Since their first visit to Neon, he'd been keeping an ear out for things that might indicate one of her mental landmines. The most glaring sign was when she hadn't thought about something, which meant her comment about love and desire was waving all the red flags. It didn't surprise him—he already knew home and family were on the list—so he chose his words carefully. "Then I guess it's a good thing we both want the whole package, isn't it?" He smoothed her hair out of her face, relishing both the silken feel of it on his fingers and the soft sound of happiness she let out at his touch. "Gives us time to court each other right and proper." And time to work through the things someone didn't want you to know.

"Are you sure?" Cait whispered. "You couldn’t have expected me to be so… high-maintenance.” But Sam was also paying attention to how she was almost buried against him, like she was trying to soak in as much of him as she could. He wrapped his arm a little more tightly around her, reassuringly.

"Not gonna lie," he admitted, "if you were to say, 'Make love to me right now, you sexy beast,' I'd happily oblige you." She made a choked little noise that he thought was a laugh. "But Cat—I love you as you are. If all this is new to you, you should have the opportunity to enjoy it, figure out what appeals to you. I don't mind if we take some extra time to make you comfortable; it'll be time well-spent." He smiled down at her. "And even if this is all you ever want, then it's still more than I ever expected to find."

"I, um, don't think that'll be a problem…" she said, more than a little hesitantly.

"Dare I ask?" The question of whether he desired her, of course, had been answered for quite some time; his libido perked right up at even the hint that she returned his interest, but he shoved it right back down. Time enough for that later. "You've piqued my curiosity," he added.

Cait tilted her head up to meet his gaze. "I've had some… interesting… dreams lately." She grimaced a little—he was prepared to deal with her embarrassment, but she didn't seem embarrassed so much as uncertain. "It—took me a while to figure out why."

Sam waited a few moments. "You gonna finish that thought, darlin', or just leave me danglin'?" he teased her gently.

"Because I love you," she said softly. "And because… you see a person when you look at me." She closed her mouth tightly, as if afraid she'd said too much, the specter of what she hadn't said hanging in the air between them.

"Yeah," he said, keeping his eyes level on hers. "I do. A person who managed the epic feat of getting me to fall in love with her. A person who deserves every bit of happiness I can give her. A woman who loves me right back." He felt himself smile again at the thought of it. "Truth be told, I've had a few interesting dreams about you, too." That brought a blush to her cheeks, and she ducked her head back into his shoulder. "Hell," he let out a sigh. "Too much too soon?"

She shook her head quickly and muttered something that sounded like youdidnthavetotellmethat.

"Cait," he said softly. "Just say it."

"I already knew," she blurted out. "You've been having them since Denebola." When—oh, hell. When he'd realized that he loved her. When he'd pulled away from her, terrified of how far and how fast he'd fallen. When she'd retreated to the Eye, claiming nightmares.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, his voice gone rough and tight with contrition. "I should've told you. I was…" he let out a sigh. "I was just afraid, because happened so fast. It was like I turned around and you were… so much more than I ever dreamed possible." He smoothed his thumb across her cheek again. "Why the blush?"

"Felt like I was eavesdropping," she muttered. "I mean, the inside of your head's supposed to be private. Surface emotions are one thing, but dreams… they're harder to keep out when I'm also asleep."

"Mmm. I can see that," he replied. Funny, though, how it didn't bother him one bit. "I meant what I said, love. Not going to blame you for what you can't help." And he couldn't help but tease her a little bit, try and lighten the mood. "And since you've already shared mine, we could always discuss your dreams." He grinned. "A little more of that turnabout and fair play business."

"You jerk," Cait started laughing, and he watched the faint hues in her eyes shift back to a good-humored blue-green. "You would, too, wouldn't you?"

"'Course I would," Sam said easily. "I have standards, you know. If dream-me isn't doing the job properly, well," he gave her a smirk. "Someone's got to rise to that challenge."

Her laughs turned into fierce little giggles—the double entendre clearly wasn't lost on her—and it purely warmed his heart to see her unreservedly happy for once. Her giggles faded into a bright smile and an intent gaze; her hand stole up to touch his face again, tracing the line of his cheek and caressing down the line of his jaw. He let out a little sigh of pleasure at the touch. "So soft," she said, in a voice of wonder. Her fingers trailed down toward his lips, and then paused—he could feel them tremble. "Sam… can I—" She breathed in unsteadily. "I'd really like to kiss you," she whispered.

#starfield #sam coe #fanfic #starfield fanfiction #eridani writes #caitlyn lynch #coemancer #wip wednesday #stars through my fingers like grains of sand

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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Overhearing you want to break up

Eddie: He would be heartbroken and devastated. He'd feel hurt and betrayed, like everything he had put into the relationship had been for nothing. And he'd also be angry and furious, like how could you just throw everything away without even giving him a chance to discuss it or work on it? It would be a really terrible thing to overhear, and he'd have a hard time processing it or dealing with it.

Gareth: He is shocked and hurt. He didn't see this coming and doesn't know how to respond. He feels like he's done nothing wrong and is confused as to why his partner is breaking up with him. He's upset, but he knows he has to respect your decision and let you go. He would never try to force someone to be with him. However, he would like an explanation as to why you're breaking up with him so he can understand the situation better and work on himself for any future relationships.

Steve: He would be absolutely devastated to overhear his partner wants to break up. He would feel like his whole world was crashing down around him and he would have to take some time to process the news and figure out how to move on from it. It would be an extremely difficult and emotional situation to be in, and he would rely on his friends and loved ones for support during this time. It would be hard to trust people again, after such a devastating blow, but he would lean on his support network to help him cope with the pain and heal from the heartbreak.

Robin: Her heart would sink. She would feel crushed and devastated and she would be hurt and angry since she didn't see it coming. She would feel betrayed and hopeless. She would want to know why and she would want to do everything she could to change the outcome.

Nancy: She would be devastated if she overheard her partner wanting to break up with her. Nancy would feel betrayed and heartbroken. She is a loyal person and would be shocked by such a betrayal. She would feel angry and sad, but she would do her best to stay calm and talk it out with her partner. If you were certain that you wanted to break up, she would accept it but make it clear that it hurts and that you have broken her trust.

Jonathan: He would be shocked and upset that his partner would want to break up with him. He would ask you why you wanted to break up and try to understand your reasoning behind it. He would also try to remind you of your shared history and the good times that you’ve had together to appeal to your emotions. Ultimately, he would respect your decision and try to move on as best as he can.

Argyle: He would feel hurt and betrayed, but in the end he would try to understand where your were coming from and respect your decision. He would likely try to talk it out and see if there's any way you both can work through the issues and stay together, but if you're set on breaking up he would ultimately have to respect that and wish you well. He would be devastated and it would take him some time to heal from the heartbreak, but ultimately he would accept your decision and try to move on.

Billy: It would suck. The rejection would be hard to take. It would feel like being stabbed in the gut. He'd be angry, sad, confused, and lost. It would take him a long time to get over it. He would go back and forth between wanting to talk to you and wanting to never see you again. And when you both finally did talk, he would be defensive and angry and hurt. He would need time to heal. It would break him. It would break his heart.

Henry: He'd be hurt. He'd feel like there's a big hole in his life. Like there's this deep pain inside him. And he wouldn't know how to handle it he would probably break down. He would sit and cry letting it fester before choosing to bottle it all up. And then he'd be angry. He'd be so angry he would be filled with rage and he would want to lash out at the one who hurt him and he'd try to hurt you back.

#eddie munson x reader #gareth emerson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #jonathan byers x reader #argyle x reader #billy hargrove x reader #henry creel x reader #stranger things headcanons #stranger things hc #stranger things #thank you to the anon that requested this!

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whumpitlikeyoumeanit · 7 months

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The Need of Malfoy Men to Please Their Fathers Was Not Only Pathological, It Was Magical

((Content warning: Child abuse, mind control / conditioning, chid whumpee, domination ))

((Promptspiration: @week-of-whump 2023: October 13: Child Whump

the idea of this Au backstory is @thebestieyoureinlovewith's (here) With apologies; I think I made the parents a little darker than intended...))

Whumpee: Draco

Whumper: Lucius

Caretaker: --

Whump type: Mental / Domination

Fic type: Weird AU (Malfoy Blood Magic)

((words: ~1000))

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Narcissa dragged the crying, uncooperative boy into the study by the arm, tugging firmly when he squirmed yet again and redoubled his sobbing, digging in his feet on the carpet.

"Lucius, if you're going to punish him," she gritted out between her teeth, "you deal with it."

Lucius glanced up mildly from his papers. "Just leave him in his room."

"If that worked, I would have done it," she snapped. "It has been three hours. Either let him go or keep him yourself." She pushed Draco up beside the desk. He squirmed in her hands to try to turn away, but she held him firmly.

The look he gave her was indulgent; he didn't think this was necessary, but if she was demanding it... He turned toward the end of the desk and crossed his legs. "Draco."

Draco faced him with his head hanging, refusing to look, clumsy hands clutching and yanking at the front of his shirt, still sobbing. There were no actual tears, of course; he'd been 'crying' so long that he'd used them all up, and left just the emotion and the noise.

"Draco," he repeated severely, and the boy squirmed his face away into his shoulder. "Why are you crying?"

He yanked hard on his clothes. "It hurts!" he yelled.

"No, it doesn't," he corrected patiently. The boy didn't really have the words; he wasn't quite four, so it was reasonable, he supposed. A little disappointing, though. "It feels bad. That isn't pain."

"No! It hurts!"

"Are you talking back to me?"

Draco flinched and sobbed harder.

Lucius tapped his foot lightly. Draco squirmed to resist and when he figured out he couldn't, that his mother was still blocking him from running away, he flung himself down on the floor at his father's feet with a petulant sob.

"Why does it feel bad?"

"Because you're mad at me!" he wailed. Above him, Narcissa pressed her eyes closed and took a deep, sharp breath, rubbing her temple.

"No, I am not," he corrected calmly. "If I were angry with you, it would be pain." Not intentionally, of course; it wasn't as though he would be, say, Crucioing him. But the magic that bound them together responded to emotion. "I am disappointed."

"I'm sorry!"

"Don't beg," he said coolly. "You are a Malfoy." His disapproval naturally heightened the unpleasant feeling playing through Draco's nerves, and the boy shrieked and kicked at the floor.

"Lucius," Narcissa said tightly. "This is unbearable. You should have either activated this curse years ago, or waited until he was old enough to be reasonable."

"It isn't a curse," he said mildly.

"It is a curse to me," she snapped. "This is not 'handling it'."

"You have to be patient. It is a process. Draco." The boy flinched at the sound of his name, and he didn't care for that. "Look at me."

Draco shook his head wildly. Lucius patiently put his foot out to stop the motion of his head, then when he got him still, laid his toe under his chin and turned his face up to make him look. "Good," he said, the mildest of praise. "That feels better, doesn't it?"

"No," he sniffled petulantly.

"Yes, it does," he corrected. He knew it did; Draco was hardly the first Malfoy boy to be bound by this spell. It had existed in their family so long it wasn't even really a spell, per se, but some of that 'old magic' that seemed built into the fabric of the world. He knew exactly how Draco felt. But Draco was such a stubborn and wildly emotional child who seemed to revel in his sulking, he wouldn't even admit to relief. "Do you know why it feels better?"

"No..."

"Because you did as I said. Do you understand?"

Draco sniffled without responding.

"Do something I don't like..." he prompted.

He squirmed and tried to take his head back, but Lucius kept his foot under his jaw so he couldn't. "It feels bad," Draco finally said in a small voice.

"Good. And to feel better..."

"Do as you say..."

"Correct." He took his foot back. "If you ever manage to please me, it will feel good." It wasn't easy to obtain, but the feel of your father's pride was intoxicating. They'd see if Draco ever managed it.

Draco sat down firmly on his butt and sniffled again.

Lucius tapped the floor with his foot again for his attention. "What do I want you to do?"

"I don't know," he sniffled petulantly.

"I told you."

"I don't know!"

Well, he was young. He supposed he couldn't hold too many things in his mind for that long. "I want you to thank me properly."

It was a classic test. Moreover, it was a highly effective trial, for them. Malfoy boys were so proud -- as they should be, of course -- that they had to really commit to do any such thing. It helped them understand their place, and effectively demonstrated the possible rewards for doing what their father wanted instead of what their instincts were telling them.

Draco yanked at his shirt again, looking up at him with big, wet eyes.

"Say 'thank you'."

"Thank you..." Draco echoed.

"'Sir'."

"Sir." He tapped his foot on the carpet, and Draco looked at it, then back up at him. "Thank you, sir?" he repeated tenatively.

He didn't need to smile at that; the way Draco gasped when the unpleasant feeling abruptly transmuted to a good, warming tingle that couldn't properly be described said it all. The sobbing and sniffling stopped as suddenly as if they were an act he forgot he was putting on.

He was actually surprised, himself, at how satisfying it felt to be on the receiving end of that submission. He wondered for the first time if perhaps the ancient magic went both ways.

"Finally," Narcissa sighed. "I am going to have a nap. Don't make him cry again if you can help it."

"I doubt you have to worry." He turned back to his desk, and glanced down at Draco. He was looking up at him now with a sort of wonder. "You can stay," he said magnanimously.

#whump week #child whumpee #draco whumpee #lucius whumper #magical whump #domination whump #conditioning whump #whump writing #weird au #malfoy blood magic au #whump #not a prompt whumpitlikeyoumeanit #whumpitlikeyoumeanit wrote it

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4:59:12 (raphael/tav pt 3)

Tw: Noncon, Raphael taking what he wants from Tav

Note: Cald is not a druid, he just has the Corvid Token.

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Cald flew over the swamp, and felt himself free.

He loved flying, the view it afforded him, the ability to see through different eyes, to move without fear of hurting someone with a spark, to think ALONE--but above all he craved the freedom it offered him. Up here he was not under his mother's fearful eye, some delicate thing to be guarded and kept away from the danger of the world. Danger! What was danger to being in PRISON all the time? As much as he loved her, he had an itch under his skin, the urge to roam, to see more than this one small corner of the world.

And his mother had promised it to him. At his last birthday she had told a great story, a story he believed on the spot. She had never lied right to his face. Maybe not said things, but she'd said that was because she was afraid he wouldn't believe her.

She spoke of the mindflayers, the squid-faced ones. The little things called tadpoles, that were meant to turn people into them. How it hadn't worked with her, and the friends she made while trying to figure out how to remove them. The people she'd met along the way, the people she hadn't met in this time yet. Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Gale...there were many names his mother spoke, but two that she had spent a lot of time on. Astarion and Halsin.

He knew they were different even before she said she loved them before. She smiled when she talked of them, described the stark-white of Astarion's hair, his love of finery, his "cheeky" smile, and fangs. Because he was a vampire, of course, so he had fangs. A lot of bad things had happened to him, so he had been very, very nice to her in hopes she would help him. After a long time he trusted her.

Halsin--he was a druid like her, a "bear of a man" and more comfortable in his wildshape than with other people. Easy to laugh, slow to anger, but when he WAS angry he was a force of nature. Mother had said that Halsin had loved her first. Said that she reminded him who he was...and that didn't make sense, but then she'd also said that sometimes love didn't make any sense.

These people would not know her when she saw them again. Maybe things wouldn't work out the way they did before.

She spoke so much of good, and very little of evil. When she got to the explanation of the mindflayer thing and what she had found out, she had also given him an explanation that he was still thinking about (which was another reason he'd flown up here.) That his father was not necessarily a good person, but neither was he entirely evil. He had clawed his way up from nothing to become someone important, and he'd done a lot of bad things...but she had loved him anyway. A man, she said, could be a good husband and father while still doing bad things to other people.

Most people were good, some people were bad, but very, very few people were outright evil. Devils, for example.

Only one specific name had she ever used to speak of someone who actually WAS evil. Truly, unsalvageably evil.

That lord who had stayed the night that time, and whom they had seen a few times since. Raphael, his name was.

That man, she said, was evil.

Cald knew it must be true because his mother was afraid of Raphael and she was never afraid of anyone.

The thought passed, however, when his stomach started rumbling. And seeing some particularly chunky tadpoles squirming in the waters below, he decided to dive and have dinner early.

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Raphael had come again, and he must have told Haarlep to misuse her, because she was fighting back the feeling of being touched as he spoke.

"Are you alone?"

"I am," Tav replied tightly. "And unless there are visitors, it will be so for at least a few hours."

"Oh, I would not dream of imposing so long upon so vital a member of the community." Raphael smirked, and gestured vaguely. "A lady of mercy and charity, whose doors and arms are open to any who cross her threshold."

She waited, unsure how to respond to that.

"Perhaps I should also wonder if that same openness includes your legs."

A particularly strong touch had Tav shutting her eyes and biting her tongue for a moment. But after that pause she answered, "No. Never. You are the only one."

"How touching. It seems you do have some idea of fidelity after all."

"That's not what this is."

Raphael huffed. "If thinking of yourself as a whore helps you sleep at night, then far be it from me to disabuse you of the notion. I'm honestly surprised you would take that view. Given your taste in men, surely..."

Tav gripped her knees under the table, and squeezed hard. The stroking had intensified and she barely held it together.

"No."

"But you like danger, don't you? Answer."

Tav stiffened at the command, and automatically obeyed with, "Yes, but you're TOO dangerous."

He laughed. She would have glared, had she not been afraid to do it.

Of what? she wondered to herself, There were no clauses saying he could ADD time. But...you still have a lot of time to go...and things could be much worse than he's already made them.

Deep breath. Deep, shaky breath. She was nearly there, nearly ready to climax--and then, suddenly the touching had stopped, leaving her absolutely aching. And gods how she hated that. The only saving grace was knowing that this was earning her time off the debt...even if only a quarter of what it actually was. It was SOMETHING.

She didn't meet Raphael's eyes, but she studied his face--watching, looking for any hint of what to expect from this visit. The last seven had been extremely quick...not even five minutes on her knees apiece and he would be walking away again. A mercy, really...though to her private shame she had tried to prolong each of them, to eke a few more seconds out of the debt. Because if she did it with the speed he preferred, he would only be there for three minutes and she was sure she'd never get the debt paid off in time just doing THAT.

"Will it be--the usual, then?" Tav asked quietly.

"No, no, nothing so quick. I know you hunger for more than to be on your knees."

"I was married to the Chosen of Bane, I made a life on my knees," she replied. "One learns quickly, in that sort of situation."

Another smirk, and a slight inclination of the head.

"You learned to like it, then. Little Enver always was keen to show his feeble attempts at dominance."

Better than yours, for certain.

She was earning no time this way, but putting off the inevitable--for it seemed certain he wanted more than for her to be on her knees today--was appealing in its own way. She had a chance to--

A slightly groan she couldn't stifle. It felt as though Haarlep was making liberal use of their fingers, and what large fingers they were--

"Uncomfortable, my dear?"

"Not at all," she replied, as the feeling of thrusting soon followed, "I--simply--"

She gulped slightly. Again, that keen edge and again, a denial. If it were anyone else, anyone she'd consented to, even...it would be a wonderful, blazing, lusty sort of pleasure. But with Raphael it was only humiliating.

"You know damned well what's going on," she finally broke, "I doubt Haarlep makes a move without your say so."

"First of all, we both know that's a lie. I never gave permission for anyone other than myself to be...touched. Yet you went right into my house and took what wasn't yours."

"I didn't take anything," Tav replied. She took in a sharp breath as the feeling of something thicker pressed inside her. "Haarlep seemed eager to have someone that wasn't you in his--their--bed."

The thrusting was slow, but deep, and she was breathing hard. Damn those talented hands! A brush like a touch of her clit had her shutting her eyes and trembling. Close. So close, she could practically taste it.

Your body is not your own, not anymore, she thought. Message received. Loud and clear.

"Haarlep wanted a new body in the repertoire, they'd have promised quite a bit in exchange." There was a pause. "Perhaps we should try something new."

"What?" Tav asked.

"I am feeling...generous, and I have it on good authority that you enjoy...let me see, how would those of your circle say it..." Raphael sat back in his chair and brought a curled finger to his lips in a look of false consideration. "...being hunted."

First you have me against Haarlep, and now this...are you trying to do EVERYTHING I did with--

Suddenly, it made sense. It might not be the case, but she still could not forget what he'd done with Haarlep. Making him wear Gortash's face. Then having her serve both of them at once.

He's trying to do everything I did with someone else. Why?

He wanted her to be thinking of him, when or even if she lay with them again.

A sharp intake of air. The feeling of hands over her breasts, squeezing.

Raphael's smirk was devilish now. "But we couldn't have you running outside, now can we? It would not do to have you caught and watched by some curious passersby. I don't imagine you'd enjoy that."

She remained silent.

"Or considering your proclivities with the bear...what was his name again?"

"I would rather not hear it from your lips."

"Answer."

"Halsin," she said, as yet another orgasm was teased and denied. "That--was--his name."

"Is, my dear Tav. One should think you would be looking forward to taking that brute into your arms and bed again. Or..."

He took a sip of the teacup before him, and flicked a more deviously satisfied look in her direction.

"Is there some reason you haven't been thinking of it? Or of the vampire for that matter...but I presume Halsin is closer to your heart. Perhaps you would like him to remember you? I could do that for you...for a price, of course."

"I will work out my original time. And--I count nothing as certain until I have it before me," Tav replied with a slight edge in her voice and a heavy breath. No. She would not add time to this--this DEBT. He would likely ask even more

"And I am very much before you," Raphael replied. "Get up, go through that fireplace of yours. And run."

There would be no escaping him, but she knew that by now. She gave consideration to killing him...but then she thought of what she'd nearly done with Mizora. She'd learned after letting the woman go that had she made the mistake of killing her, Wyll would have been sent straight to the hells.

And she didn't recall any such clauses in her own contract, but she wasn't going to take any chances.

I will not leave Cald alone for the vipers to poison and the vultures to feast upon.

No.

She stood, hating more than ever that predatory grin on Raphael's face, and walked slowly towards the fireplace.

"Move quickly, Tav," he said behind her, "When I said I would hunt you, I meant it."

Suddenly behind her there was a sound of shifting, a smell of sulphur--Tav glanced over her shoulder to see not the well-kept snob of a man she had been dealing with the past weeks, but the cambion form she had fought.

Wings, horns, and a peal of evil laughter

And she ran.

Through the fireplace, through the twist of warrens she had made into hospitals and storage, through what had once been a living door. It blurred together--the sudden icy chill of the waterfall that she heard steaming when Raphael passed through it. The spots where there had been traps. Her lungs were burning as she made the quick descent down the vines and barely managed not to fall.

"Run, little drow!" The infernal laughter echoed through the cavernous room, "Run!"

But there was no farther to go. She reached the spot where Mayrina's cage had been, and felt her knees weaken beneath her. Left, she chose to go left, only barely avoiding the swooping dive and grab of Raphael's outstretched hands.

"The mouse smiled brightly, it outfoxed the cat!" He recited and turned, just as she did, and smirked as their eyes met. He moved up, then swooped down, one final thing to say, "Then down came the claw--"

Tav could outrun him no longer. Raphael struck her from the side and they went rolling, tumbling, against the back wall. She raised her head, her arms, struggling, but couldn't manage any of it. One of Raphael's hands stayed on her shoulders, and the other trailed downward, to lift the hem of her dress.

"And that, love, was that."

She did not resist. The run had failed as she knew it would, her tormentor's hunt successful, and now there was only for him to claim his reward. The spoils of war. The prize of the hunt.

(She hoped the hunt had taken additional time off her debt, but somehow doubted it was so.)

"Normally, I would prefer not to behave like a beast," he said, giving a growl when he discovered the lack of underwear beneath her gown, "But I was feeling generous..."

He brought her hips up. His larger fingers stroked over her dampness, and there was a chuckle a moment later.

"Ah, yes, Haarlep has prepared you well. Good...good, you shall need it."

Tav took a shaky breath and tried to relax beneath his touch. She heard the shuffling of fabric and clung as best she could to the ground beneath her.

You can endure this. You can endure this. It will be over quickly--!

The first thrust took her breath away--and despite the larger size of his cock in this form, he still managed to sink himself into her in one smooth stroke. She muttered an oath at the stretch and the burn, and cursed internally at the sudden surge of pleasure. So much denial from Haarlep's eager work had left her body hungering for more.

"Oh..." A hand at her throat, a grasping caress, "I thought you felt good before, but now..."

There was a pull back and then a deep thrust that forced a choked groan from her lips.

"Now," he whispered in her ear, "Be very good and show me how much you enjoy this...and maybe...maybe, I will allow you to finally finish."

"Of--course." Tav squirmed and shut her eyes. "Do--as you--like."

"Oh, my dear, dear Tav...I shall."

His hips began to move against hers. Slowly at first, as if to draw out the sweet torment of edging Haarlep had put her through. But then, perhaps, too eager to satisfy himself, he began to thrust more quickly, commanding her with each movement not to stifle herself, to voice her pleasure, to use his name--

"Please, no--" Tav begged uselessly, but a second later her voice obeyed, calling out in passion, "Raphael!"

She could shut her eyes to the shame, bury her face in the dirt, but her voice was given no such luxury to hide. It screamed out that word he so craved to hear from her lips.

"Yes, my dear," she heard him say overhead, as his wings formed a dark dome over the two of them, "Yes, you see, don't you?"

She didn't answer.

"You can run, you can hide, you can think of your loves all you like, but--" Here she yelped as he hauled her up and off his cock. His mouth moved down, bit down hard, hard enough to draw blood, and she screamed in genuine agony. "--but remember this...remember it well."

She was brought back to be speared on his cock again, filled and spread her, and kept thrusting.

"You--"

A clawed hand moved up to her face.

"--belong--"

The other snaked down, bringing up the front of her gown. As his hips moved rapidly against her own, the second hand moved down between her legs and stroked over her swollen clit.

Tav broke. The touch was too much, far too much, and she shattered in his arms as unwelcome ecstasy rushed through her body and left her a shuddering mess soaking his cock with her release.

"How noble is the vanquished prey, when to surrender she comes," came the soft whisper. The thrusts began to slow, drawing out the aftershocks of her pleasure as long as possible.

She didn't answer.

"Beg," she heard Raphael say in a tight voice, "I want you to beg."

"For--for what?"

"For me," he growled eagerly, letting her feel another thrust and hear the groan of pleasure from his lips, "Now obey. Beg your lord for his seed. Beg to be filled with his pleasure."

Tav fought mentally, but her voice broke away and did as he asked automatically.

"Please, my lord--" Her voice cracked as he gave a too-deep thrust in her already overstimulated cunt, "Please."

No. NO.

"Please, give--me--your seed!"

A dark, devious chuckle just slightly overhead. A stroke between her legs, and at her chin.

"If you insist."

Raphael pushed Tav back down, raised her hips, gave another few thrusts--

There was a strangled groan. His body seized behind her, inside her, and she felt the pulse and the heat of his infernal spend as he spilled it.

"Four hours," he said breathlessly, stroking her hips, "Twenty minutes...and five seconds."

There was a pause, and finally, he withdrew from her. By the time Tav turned around, he was wearing that infuriating well-bred face again.

"Such a sweet prey you are," Raphael said as she stood and corrected her gown.

He kissed her hand, watching her eyes--her fearful eyes--for a few moments longer.

Then without warning, he was gone.

#raphael x tav #unwilling on tavs part #tav #bg3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 smut #tav x raphael #bg3 tav #fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate

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nevertheless-moving · 5 months

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i very much enjoyed the eventual explanation for Vin's Whole Deal but i also spent a good chunk of book one and two, (and maybe also more than a few idle moments in book three) waiting for a reveal that she was also a feruchemist. Just. There were so many parallels between her and the lord ruler, you know??

just thinking about the au...

a nice alternate explanation to her unnatural-even-for-a-mistborn grace, strength and power, just a bit better than she should be, and has such wild swings of fortune during a few of her fights because she's unconsciously storing up than releasing corresponding powers in her internal flakes.

of course it's taking her so long to realize - no one wears actual amounts of metal, so she's constantly burning her stores before they get large enough to be noticeable.

she was able to sense sazed's feruchemical store when she burnt it why would that be an allomantic ability i'm still kindof mad we didn't see her even TRY feruchemy anyway au

sazed teaching her...bonding moments...family...

funny moments where sazed and kelsier get weirdly competitive over who's got dibs on the daughter-he-never-thought-he'd-have

I am a SUCKER for zero-dads to multiple dad's trope...

(and thinking about how there HAD to be some feruchemy in the ska population, since the terris people weren't always so separate from the general population)

in addition to noblewoman, thief, mistborn, ska urchin - here's ANOTHER burden, ANOTHER heritage, ANOTHER identity - some pressure to be a Keeper, at least store the books, even if you do nothing else -

imagining reen as a feruchemist, constantly running from town to town because for some reason him, totally ska him, he can do things, things like a misting, but even more obvious, and allomantic vials just make him sick

unconscious feruchemy leading to mental instability (her mother). What happens when you store memories or mental attributes , but never get them back? you're just losing time and strength and willpower to the metal in your groundwater...and it's gone, passed through your body unless you happen to be an allomancer who can burn it back...

duralium-esque shenanigans during book two trying out the lord ruler's youth combo and accidentally making herself into a child. it's resolved eventually but there should have been AT LEAST a few chapters of 11 year old Vin mowing down assassins

HULK PEWTER VIN! HULK PEWTER VIN! FINALLY SHE ACTUALLY LOOKS AS DANGEROUS AS SHE IS! FIVE FOOT NOTHING HULK PEWTER VIN FIGHTING HAMM!!!!

infinite free health combo (somehow? i don't quite understand the mechanic, perhaps it's revealed somewhere else in sanderson books. is it just storing up health? seems like getting flayed would fuck that up. look, we know the lord ruler figured it out, since it's part of his whole Canon that he can't die, a Lot of people have tried)

ANYWAY I am also a fan of "unkillable" character trope where person starts getting too reckless during fights while enemies panic and their loved one's look on in horror because they're still getting hurt

All of the above does NOT help with the whole worshiping thing

staying awake for WAY too long with bronze earring...come on sanderson i know my girl was double deity op but consider if she was even MORE

FERUCHEMY IS OF BOTH PRESERVATION AND RUIN COME ON Y'ALL THINK ABOUT IT

...if it turns out there's an annotation in one of these books that she was actually a feruchemist but it never came up i don't know if i'd be more angry or more vindicated...if there is...okay people can spoil this one (1) thing...

aaah alas - it could have been so sick - feruchemist mistborn fight scene my beloved who shall never be...unless...

#mistborn #mistborn spoilers #vin venture #mistborn au #nevertheless meta

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Touron Pt. 13 (the end)

I blink myself awake at the sound of the screen door slamming. I'm still so tired. I don't even know how I made it back to the Chateau. Exhaustion was heavy in my bones. I slowly sit up and John B appears in the doorway.

"What happened to your face, dude?" He tosses me a bottle of water and I quickly gulp down half of it.

"My dad." I chirp, still feeling the ache from my broken nose.

"Why did you go home last night?"

"I didn't think I was welcome here last night."

"Dude, we're family. Fights happen." John B shrugs and drinks from his own water bottle.

"God, I fucked up with Pope." I groan, leaning my back against the couch.

"Pope is fine. Did you make things right with Lucy?" John B sits down in the comfy chair across from me. I swallow the lump in my throat at the mention of her name. I thought maybe if I focused on fixing things with Pope that I could put Lu out of my mind but I can't.

"No. She loves me, man. What am I supposed to do with that?" I rake my hand through my hair. I can still smell her on my skin.

"You don't have to do anything, bro. You love her too." I flinch at his words, looking at him like he'd just grown another head.

"I do not." I snap and John B rolls his eyes.

"Yes you do. I could tell there was something there the moment you sat next to her at the party. You two light up when you're together."

"It's just sex, man. I like fucking her. That's all." I scoff, looking out the window. Those words leave a bad taste in my mouth. So what if I like everything about her? I like that she doesn't feel the need to fit in. That her nose is always in a book or that she'd rather wear T-shirts or the adorable nose scrunch she does when she laughs. I like that she hates beer. I like that she eats the tomato off my sandwich and gives me her pickle.

"You're lying." John B's voice cuts in and I snap my attention back to him.

"I'm lying? How could I love someone who drives me crazy and pisses me off constantly?" I shout.

"Does it hurt worse when you're with her or away from her?" John B yells back and I exhale deeply. After last night, it hurt more now. Definitely a lot more. God, she told me so many times that she loved me and each time I shot her down.

"She's a Touron. She'll be gone in three weeks. It's not worth starting something over." Three weeks and she'll be gone. Three weeks and it'll be like I never existed to her. Three weeks and I'll have to forget how many times she told me she loved me.

"So? You're just making excuses because you're scared. Just be together and figure out the rest later. She's cousins with the Cameron's so it's not like she'll never come back."

"I'm not scared! I don't love her!"

"Oh yea? So you won't mind if Pope or I swoop in?" I jump to my feet and John B doesn't even flinch as he holds my gaze. I'm panting angrily. John B is my best friend but I find myself suddenly violent over the thought of him making a move on her.

"You better do something before someone else does. Girls like Lu don't stay single very long."

"I have nothing to give her." My voice cracks and John B rolls his eyes.

"If those things were important to her, she wouldn't have stuck around as long as she did."

Why would someone like Lu love me? I'm a worthless piece of shit. My dad had only told me a hundred times. I'm the reason we're broke. I'm the reason my mom left. I'm the reason he's so angry all the time. She wouldn't love me if she knew all those things. She'd realize what a broken piece of shit I was and she'd run away, picking the good guy. The safe guy.

I want to vomit at the thought of another man touching what's mine. Kissing her lips. Tasting her skin. Palming her perfect bubble butt. I growl and John B raises a dark brow at me. Fuck him for making me second guess literally everything about this summer.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do, Bree?" I demand and he sighs.

"Go to her and figure out the rest later. You'll regret it if you don't." John B says calmly. I jump up, snatching up a shirt that was hanging on the back of the couch and jump on my dirt bike.

What would I say to her? How could I convince her that I was sorry? I didn't know anything about relationships but I knew I wanted her. That's a start right?

I drop my bike and sprint to the tree outside her window. I climb as quickly as I can and throw her window open. I duck inside before anyone could see me. Like the Kook royals would actually let me through the front door?

I stop short as I take in the bare room. Everything is gone. I yank open drawers and look in her closet, finding everything empty. Like she was never here. I throw the bathroom door open and it's spotless. My stomach sinks and my throat tightens as I frantically take my phone out, calling her. It doesn't even ring, the animated voice telling me the call failed. I try three more times and get the same thing. Why wasn't she answering me? Where did she go? I clutch my chest, willing my heart to slow down while I fight to breathe.

The bedroom door opens and I suck in a breath. Blonde hair emerges and I hang my head when Rose steps in, stopping immediately when she sees me.

"What are you doing? How did you get in here?" Rose demands.

"Where is she?" I choke out, tears filling my eyes. I already know but I need someone to say it. Rose's shocked expression turns to one of sympathy and she lets out a long breath.

"She left this morning. She went home. Said she was sick of this place. Do I have you to thank for that?" Rose scowls at me and I clutch my chest again.

"She left." It comes off sounding like a question but I said it because I need to hear it. This can't be real. I fucked up and lost my chance. I can't breathe, tears falling down my cheeks. Rose steps towards me and I bolt back out the window. I quickly make my way down the tree and run to my dirt bike.

This is why I didn't want this to go any further. This pain is unlike anything I've ever felt. It hurts so badly that I wish my heart would just stop. I pushed her away and she left.

She left me.

#jj maybank smut #smutwarning #outer banks smut #dark!fic #dark #tw dark content #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine

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ladylilithprime · 3 months

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History Never Repeats

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel), past Dean/Lydia, past Sam/Jess

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Half-Fae Dean Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Sentient Baby/Impala, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Child Death, Baby's Backstory Is Really Tragic Y'all, Protective Dean Winchester, Faerie Name Conventions, Allosexual Dean Winchester, Minor Acephobia/Virgin-Shaming

Summary: Ceridmael had perfectly valid reasons for going off on his brother's little human pets after they nearly got him killed in an alicorn attack. He may have been lacking all of the facts when he did, though.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 24: Apology

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THE WORST THING about apologies when you were a faerie was that you actually had to mean them.

Granted, being a faerie also meant that you got very good at playing by the exact letter of your agreements and not a bit more, something for which Ceridmael, the Iron Prince of the Summer Court, was well known. Unfortunately for him, his younger brother Serendderch also knew it and tended to account for it whenever making bargains with Cer growing up, and he had taught their youngest brother Arianwaladr. For all Cer had a silver tongue, Seren and Ari were absolute rules lawyers well before the term came into common parlance.

The thing was, Cer was a Seelie prince, albeit a half-human one. He was used to putting on a strong front and proving himself over and over and over again. As a prince, he didn't apologize, because he had to be very, very careful to never be in the wrong, and if he ever was? He had to make the other person believe he wasn't, or make a quick getaway until tempers coolled and the other person either forgot about how bad it was or just stopped being angry enough for him to distract them with a gift and a funny story that swept the whole thing under the rug. It worked on his mother and brothers nineteen times out of twenty, and the outlier was usually something spectacular that even Cer had to admit he had messed up.

He was also very used to being the one who had to take care of his little brothers, especially Seren, from the moment they were laid in his arms as pink and squalling newborns with delicate leaf-pointed ears just like his. His number one foundational touchstone, as charged by his father: "Take care of your brother." So when something happened that he couldn't protect one of them from, it always felt like a rip in the core of his being and, like a wounded wolf, he lashed out. He had lashed out at that creepy fucker styling himself as a demon king that had made an appearance during Seren's time away that he hated to think about, and Seren had mostly forgiven him for it, at least enough to let him pretend the horned asshole didn't exist. And he had lashed out at the little human pets whose literally virgin asses had made them tasty beacons for the alicorns and gotten Seren run through by one of those damned cloven-hooved, flesh-eating ponies from the abyss.

Only this time Seren wasn't inclined to forgive him without an apology. Cer had left when his injured and pale brother had yelled at him to get out before he got up off his sickbed and threw him out, not wanting to risk Seren reopening his wounds, and he had figured that he'd give it a few months for Seren to calm down and realize he was right, that the little human pets who'd got him hurt weren't worth the hassle and the estrangement, and they could go back to normal.

But he hadn't.

And then Seren had gotten their mother involved. Cer could have gotten around a territory ban from Seren because, skilled mage or not, he was still Cer's younger brother. But their mother was a full-blooded faerie princess with four more millennia under her belt than either of them, and for some reason she had decided to take Seren's side. Her ban from his little brother's territory was much stronger, and had resulted in Baby stalling out when they had hit the bridge to get onto Seven Mile Island. Seren had driven out with that other human he had hired, the redheaded lesbian their cousin Gilda had had a fling with, and Seren had laid down the conditions while the girl had gotten Baby back up and running, talking to her the whole time. Apparently she had told Baby what was going on, because his darling girl had spun her radio dial to Metallica's "Unforgiven" for seventy-six miles before switching to dubstep.

Cer had missed spending Midsummer with his brother because Seren expected him to genuinely apologize to those pathetic pieces of monster bait, and he wasn't welcome in Seren's territory until he did.

The other thing was, Cer had actually kind of liked the twins when he had first met them. Jimmy was personable enough and a decent cook to boot, and anybody who made cookies that looked and tasted like mini pies the way Cas could was usually guaranteed to be golden in Cer's book. He had actually thought Seren had been trying to hook him up with Cas after tasting those cookies, and it had been a bit of a shock to find out that no, it was his little brother making time with not just one twin but both. Except that "making time" seemed to be missing a few key steps if they were throwing up the all you can eat signal for a carnivorous quadruped that was drawn to virgins for the taste. Not that Cer got that, either, but still! What was the point of saving those two fine asses at the risk of his own if Seren wasn't even going to tap 'em?

The question, when he voiced it to Catrin while borrowing her liquor cabinet, earned him a smack upside the head.

"Pull your head out of your hormones and ask yourself that question again, genius," she told him tartly. "Absent sex and the fact that Sam probably would have done the same damn thing if it had been that kid of his at risk, what reason would he have to put their lives above his own?"

"Oh come on, Cadi," Cer rolled his eyes. "They're human! Sure, they're a bit more accepting of the magical population than most, but Seren's not that stupid!"

"Watch it," Cadi growled, waving her wooden spoon at him. "Don't forget my husband is a human, as is your own father!"

"Yeah, well, they're exceptions that prove the rule," Cer muttered. "Most humans are cowardly magiphobes who can't handle the idea of hooking up long term with another species. Hell, a lot of them get weird about hooking up with someone who's got more or less melanin than them! Seren's known these two bozos, what, since this February?"

"And he commissioned my help in making them a pair of matching jackets out of the hide of the alicorns he killed defending them with a lining of alpaca and silk that he knit himself," Cadi said, leaning back against the counter. "He gifted those jackets to them last month, and they proposed to him in return."

"So?" Cer scoffed. "He spends six or seven decades playing house with them if he's lucky and then I have to pick up the pieces after he buries them, so what?"

"Idunn gave them two of her apples last week," Cadi told him flatly, grabbing for the paper towels to clean up the spray of whiskey. "That's what. So you had better think real hard and real fast about that apology if you want to get to see Sammy get married."

"Shit," Cer muttered, and poured himself another drink.

The thing about apologies as a faerie was that you had to actually mean them to even get out the words because, half-human or not, an outright lie was still impossible to force across your tongue and past your lips. And damn it, Cer was having a really hard time mustering up honest regret for how he had reacted. Seren had been impaled and could have been killed, and it would have been their fault for being out in the middle of the street during an alicorn incursion! That wasn't "casting blame on innocent people" or whatever Seren had said; that was fact!

"And what the hell kind of example is this setting for that kid of his anyway?" Cer muttered under his breath. "You don't jump into a relationship with someone you just fucking met!"

The radio clicked off. Cer only had a moment to really be thankful for the reprieve from dubstep before it clicked back on again. "...There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how..."

"You know you can talk to me about anything, babygirl," Cer protested, frowning. Limitations of her physical form aside, Baby never had a problem with making herself understood. Case in point, her habit of taking over the radio for her own purposes, even overriding his attempts to use the tape deck.

There was a rustle of static, and then the music came back with, "...by now, you should've somehow realised what you're not to do...."

Cer sighed. "You know why, Baby." Hell, Baby was a pretty big part of why Cer thought Seren should know better than to get so attached to a couple of humans he barely knew that he'd marry them, especially if they'd gone and somehow gotten ahold of two of Idunn's big time guarded super special Apples of Immortality! It had been devastating enough when Lydia had turned out to be the kind of woman who would throw her own baby across the room against a wall when she saw pointed ears because the damn nurses hadn't let Cer into the delivery room in time to glamour her to look human like he did himself, and they'd been together for two years at that point!

"...Papa I know you're... upset..."

"C'mon, Baby, Madonna?" Cer rolled his eyes. He had thought he'd managed to teach his daughter an appreciation for proper music.

There was a burst of static like a sigh, then, "...'Cause I was always your little girl/But you should know by now/I'm not a baby..."

Cer grimaced. "Fine, Emma, you know why I have good reason to think Seren's being stupid about this."

"...You always taught me right from wrong... daddy please be strong/I may be young at heart/But I know what I'm saying..."

"You've got a few more decades before you know more than me about love, young lady," Cer huffed, tapping the steering wheel pointedly.

The radio dial swiveled dramatically, and then burst out, "...Mama, ooh... I don't wanna die/I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all..."

"No, no, Baby, Emma, please don't even think that!" Cer shouted, clutching at the steering wheel desperately. "Please, kiddo, you being conceived and born was a treasured gift, and your mom never should've tried to take it away from us. Her being scared and stupid is not your fault!"

The radio clicked off sharply. Silence reigned, just the sound of Baby's engine and the road beneath her wheels for a long moment. Then the radio clicked back on. "...My life's a spectacle, a sad story... I know you had your dreams of a better life/This time we ain't making it through..."

"That's not your burden to bear, sweetheart," Cer murmured, stroking the steering wheel with his thumb. "Stars and supernovas, kiddo, that shouldn't ever weigh you down, and I wish I could spare you that... I wish I'd been faster...."

"....If I'm laden at all/I'm laden with sadness/That everyone's heart/Isn't filled with the gladness/Of love for one another/It's a long, long road/From which there is no return/While we're on the way..."

Yeah... his baby girl never liked it when her family was fighting. Cer had done his best to keep her from being exposed to more violence than the occasionally unavoidable road rage, but he and Seren were both stubborn, opinionated immortals and arguments happened. For Baby's sake, they usually cleared it up quickly, and the fact that Seren was actually putting his foot down and getting their mom involved was honestly a very clear sign of how strongly he felt about it this time.

"...Maybe we can try it if you let me/Take you by the hand... who understands... it's time... I'll admit that I'm scared/'Cause I've never really cared as much as this/It's worth the risk..."

Cer snorted. "A little disjointed there, kiddo. You trying to say I should just go talk to Seren's humans and see if they're really gonna be a good fit for him in spite of evidence to the contrary?"

"...You got a fast car/Is it fast enough so we can fly away?/We gotta make a decision/Leave tonight or live and die this way..."

One little problem with that plan. "You know what's gonna happen the moment we set foot or wheel on the bridge," he warned her. His mother's mojo was no joke, after all.

"....Call me, beep me/If you wanna reach me..."

"Who the hell is playing Kim Possible on the radio?" Cer huffed, rolling his eyes. Still, point taken. He pulled out his cell phone and, after a moment's hesitation, dialed the number for Lighthouse CommodiTeas.

The phone rang twice before clicking with the connection as someone picked up. "Lighthouse CommodiTeas, how can I help you?"

Well, that was easy. It was one of the twins, though without seeing them he couldn't tell which one. "Is your brother nearby?"

"Ye-es? Did you wanna talk to him, or...?" came the hesitant answer, sounding rather bewildered. Jimmy, then. Cas tended to sound more like a deadpan robot for some reason.

"Can you get him so you're both on the line?" Cer asked, absently drumming his fingers against the steering wheel before a crackle of static from the radio made him stop. "I only wanna say this once, and since I can't set foot over there until I do it's gotta be like this."

There was a long moment of silence, and then Jimmy said in a carefully neutral tone, "Please hold."

There was an odd click like the phone receiver being set down on a flat surface, and Cer could hear the background bustle and murmur of customers and drinks being ordered and made for several long seconds that he tried not to count. He had reached seven four times before there was a clatter of the receiver being picked up again and Jimmy's voice was back.

"Alright, Dean," he said in that same controlled neutral tone. "We're both listening."

"I need to tell you both a little story first," he said, leaning back into the warm, supportive embrace of the driver's seat and closing his eyes, trusting his baby girl to keep them steady on the road. "About a faerie in hiding and the woman he wanted to marry."

"Sam told us about Jessica," came the more flat tones he knew belonged to Cas.

That was actually very interesting that Seren had been willing to open up about his almost wife from three hundred years ago, and good to know, but... "Her name was Lydia," he said, bypassing the topic of Jess for a moment. "And about a year into our relationship she got pregnant with my child."

There was a sharp inhale of breath, but whichever twin had done so, the one who spoke next was calm. "We're listening."

"Everything was fine up until the day our child was gonna be born," Cer went on, reaching up to scrub at his eyes. "This was back before things like ultrasound were really taking off, so up until then I had just been using an illusion on the image, same way I had a glamour hiding the fact I wasn't human. Didn't want the docs and nurses freaking out, right? And it wasn't gonna matter since I'd be right there in the delivery room when our kid was born... but then she went into labor while I was at work and the nurse wouldn't let me in 'cause we weren't married. So I wasn't there when the screaming started.

"Her family was Lutheran," he added, a little inanely. "That's not an excuse for what she did, but you two were raised Catholic so you can probably guess what must've happened when our kid came out with pointed ears where everyone could see. The nurses couldn't stop me busting in the door at that point, and... well, long story short, I only had a few seconds to rescue my baby girl's soul before her body died, and a 1967 Chevy Impala with enough personal connection to tie her to. And a lot of rage to work out." He swallowed. The radio was silent. "That was only forty six years ago, and I'd been with Lydia for nearly two years when she tried to kill our baby girl. If you know about Jess, you know how long Sammy mourned her after being with her for three years. You've only known him seven months."

There was silence from the other end of the line, and Cer wondered if he had finally cracked those stubborn human twins. Then Cas spoke up softly. "Jimmy and I have met Geth. He told us his full name without hesitation, and permitted us to hug him when we said goodnight after our meeting. That meeting was what convinced Sam to show us his true form beneath his own glamour for the first time."

"You know we only exist because our mother thought we were a changeling?" Jimmy said, almost conversationally. Cer blinked his eyes open and frowned. Had he heard that right? "She went to church every night for weeks praying for an angel to come take the changeling monster away and bring back her real, normal son. She didn't know about the enchanted blocks of wood, and autism didn't look very normal to her twenty-two years ago. And thanks to your brother, the only ones who actually remember we weren't born twins are the two of us, our mom, and the angel who split us apart. We get being judged for something we can't help. It happens every day, and we're human."

"Mostly," Cas added. "Did you know normal apple seeds have cyanide in them? That was the most daunting part to eat."

So they had already eaten the apples. Seren wouldn't be losing them to old age or disease, and only something really determined to kill them would even stand a chance... assuming Seren didn't kill it first, or train them to do it themselves. And they apparently had the guts to literally embrace Cer's brother's more dickish other half and not get vivisected for it. "Okay. For whatever it's worth to you, while I'm not sorry for trying to protect my brother, I am sorry for letting my issues keep me from getting to know you well enough before as more than just two more humans with the power to hurt him." At the burst of static from the radio, he huffed, "Look, that's the best I can do right now, okay? I can't get to know them if I can't get near them!"

"It'll do," Jimmy said, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

"For now," Cas added, more flatly. "We will expect to see the accompanying change in behavior when you arrive. Which will be?"

"...walk five hun-dred miles..."

"'Bout eight hours or so," Cer translated for Baby. "Assuming this was good enough for Mom's curse, anyway."

"Guess you'll find out when you get here," Jimmy said.

And really, Cer supposed that was fair enough.

Notes:

The songs Baby uses to communicate with Dean are, in order:

"Wonderwall" by Oasis

"Papa Don't Preach" by Madonna

"Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen

"Hold Me Down" by Daniel Ceasar

"He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother" by The Hollies

"Understand" by Keshi

"Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman

The "Kim Possible" theme song

"I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" by the Proclaimers

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #sastimmy #urban fantasy au #outsider pov

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livelaughwhump · 1 year

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yeah... At least Elliot is with his friends now! I wonder how skittish Elliot was even around Lyra the first few days 🐈

I've been waiting for an excuse to write some early post-captivity Elliot😈

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Content: degradation, self-deprecation, self-hatred, dehumanization, hitting, restraints (mentioned), brief memory loss, nudity (nonsexual), pet whump, recovery whump, hurt/comfort

Continues from the end of chapter 5

Pet was absolutely terrified. It didn't know where these people were taking it, but they said they weren't going to hurt it. Pet recognized everyone in the van, which confused it. It couldn't figure out why. It wasn't until the one that Master had called Lyra started introducing Pet to--what Pet assumed was--its new owners that Pet started putting the pieces together.

Lyra, Karine, Yvonne, Landon, Broderick

It knew those names. It was sure it knew those names.

That was when the one called Yvonne said, "Welcome home, Elliot."

Elliot. That's what Miss Lyra called me back at Master's house. Why does that name feel so familiar? I'm just a pet. I don't have a name, so then why-

Pet's Elliot's eyes widened. It all came flooding back in that moment, the countless years he'd spent with Lyra, the team that had been his family since he was eighteen. How could he have forgotten his team? How could he have forgotten Lyra? Even after everything he'd been through, how could he have forgotten his old life?

Stupid dog

Elliot lowered his head, suddenly acutely aware of his lack of clothes, and tried to cover himself.

Bad dogs don't need dignity. You're better this way, open and available to use at any time

Elliot let his arms fall limp at his sides again, leaving his bruised and battered body on display for the whole team to see.

"Wh-Where are you t-taking me?" He mumbled, hunching his shoulders as though preparing for to be hit.

"We're taking you home, of course," Yvonne answered.

Elliot glanced up at her. "H-Home?"

I thought Master's house was my home. Master always said the team didn't care about me, that they would never come for me. Master would never lie to me. Maybe they're angry that Master got to use me for so long. Maybe they took me so that they could have a turn owning me as well

Elliot hoped he was right. He couldn't think of a single other reason why the team would come for him.

. . .

It was a good thing that Elliot was still chained up and collared when the team arrived at their destination. It would save the team the trouble of restraining him and buying him a new collar, but he was very confused when they opened the van door and didn't immediately put a leash on him.

Maybe they're testing me to see if I try to escape. I can do this. I can be a good dog

Elliot waited for the rest of the team to exit the van before he slowly crawled out on his hands and knees, wincing as he landed in the snow. He kneeled, kept his head down, and waited for instructions.

The rest of the team had already made their way into the house before them. Lyra was the only one that seemed to notice that Elliot wasn't following.

"Elliot?" She said. Elliot suppressed the urge to flinch. He was still getting used to being called by that name again. For some odd reason, being called that felt like he was doing something wrong. Elliot whimpered and lowered his head even further, shivering. "What are you doing?"

A whimper escaped Elliot's throat. "I-I'm w-waiting to-to be given an order, M-Master. I-I know my-my place. I can b-be good."

Elliot didn't look at Lyra, but he hoped that he pleased her by showing her how obedient he was.

"What did you call me?" Lyra asked after several long moments of silence.

Elliot risked a glance up. "M-Master?" He whispered. Lyra looked shocked and horrified, her eyes betraying her in her attempt to mask her horror. Elliot gasped and lowered his head again, clamping his eyes shut. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to displease you. I can be good, I promise. I will use whatever title you want."

Lyra knelt in front of him. "You don't have to use titles here, sunshine. I'm not your Master, and neither is anyone else here. You're free."

Elliot shook his head and sniffled, struggling to keep the tears out of his eyes. "I-I know my place. My purpose is to serve my owners, s-so, I will do anything you ask of me. I promise, I'll be good."

Lyra sighed. "What did that horrible man do to you?" They whispered, more to themself than to Elliot. With that, Lyra stood up and motioned for Elliot to do the same, but he didn't move. "Come on, buddy, let's go inside. It's too cold out here for this."

Elliot sniffled again. "Y-Yes, Mas...um, L-Lyra." Lyra looked down at him sadly before turning and making their way into the house. Elliot crawled behind them, careful to keep his head down.

That's right, little dog. Crawl after your new masters. Show them what a good slave you can be and maybe they won't lock you up in the basement

Elliot shuddered at the thought. He hated the basement. It was so cold and dark and so, so lonely. Somedays, Master would keep him upstairs with him, when he was good. Those days were Elliot's favorite. Those were the only days where he didn't feel forgotten.

Once they'd entered the house, Elliot didn't bother looking up from the ground. It wasn't his place to marvel at his masters' home. His place was kneeling silently at his masters' feet, patiently awaiting instructions.

"Elliot?" A gentle hand fell upon Elliot's shoulder, and he released an involuntary gasp and flinched away from the touch. Elliot whimpered. He clamped his eyes shut, preparing to be hit. He knew he deserved it.

Only bad mutts flinch away from their masters.

. . .

Master smacked Pet hard across its face and Pet released a pathetic whimper.

"Stupid dog! You don't flinch when I touch you, do you understand? I own you! You are my property, and you will do as you are told, like a good mutt. Only bad mutts flinch away from their masters. Do you understand?"

Pet sniffled and nodded, tears streaming down its dirt-crusted face. "Y-Yes, Master."

Another smack. "Good! Let's test your obedience then, mutt. Repeat after me. You are a worthless mutt."

Pet sniffled and choked on its tears. "I-I am a w-worthless mutt."

"You're ugly and disgusting and pathetic."

"I'm ugly and-and disgusting and pathetic."

"No one but me could ever love something like you."

"N-No one but M-Master could ever l-love something like me."

"You're a stupid, confused animal, and that's all you'll ever be."

Pet started sobbing. It should've been used to degrading itself by now, but it didn't think it ever would be. "I'm-I'm just a stupid, con-confused animal, and that's a-all I'll ever be."

Pet suppressed another flinch as Master ruffled its hair. "There's my good pet. You just got a bit confused, didn't you."

Pet sniffled. "Y-Yes, M-Master. I'm sorry for being so s-stupid."

"Oh, it's okay, little one. You're just a dumb dog. I don't expect you to always get everything right, but I hope you know that you will be punished when you get things wrong. Regardless of your intention."

Pet nodded. "Yes, Master."

. . .

"Elliot?" The voice was muffled and distant, barely an echo outside of Elliot's mind. His thoughts were frantic and loud and frightening. He didn't know what was happening, but he wanted it to stop. "Elliot, sweetheart, are you okay? What's going on?"

As Elliot's consciousness slowly began returning to his body, he found himself mumbling almost incoherently and shaking like a leaf. No wonder the voice he'd heard sounded so concerned.

"Elliot?"

Elliot lifted his eyes off of the ground and looked at the person kneeling before him. It was Lyra.

"Are you all right?"

Elliot opened his mouth to answer, and the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Pets don't flinch away from their masters," he mumbled.

Lyra's face twisted with confusion. "You're okay, Elliot. No one is going to hurt you," they promised. Elliot didn't believe them. Lyra forced a smile that was clearly fake. "Why don't we get you settled into your room? We can get you some clothes, a bath, a hot meal. Or you can just take a nap, if you want. It's up to you. You can do whatever you want here."

Elliot couldn't understand their words, but he nodded, regardless. It wasn't his place to say no to anything his masters said to him. Lyra's smile grew, and Elliot knew he'd answered correctly. He visibly relaxed slightly as Lyra led him into a nearly empty room and gently tugged him to his feet.

Elliot swayed uncomfortably. He didn't spend much time on his feet, and he was grateful that Lyra kept a hand on his shoulder to hold him upright. Elliot looked around the room, awestruck.

Lyra cringed. "Sorry it's so empty. We wanted to keep it just the way you left it, but...um...we didn't want to overwhelm you." It was a lie, but Lyra couldn't bear to tell him the truth.

Elliot was slack-jawed, his wide eyes examining every inch of what Lyra said was his room. It wasn't a basement or a cellar. It wasn't cold and dark and dirty. There was a clean, neatly-made bed, a side table with a single lamp, and even a window! Elliot couldn't remember the last time he'd been allowed to look out a window.

"I hope you don't hate it," Lyra said. "If it's too empty, we can go out and buy you some stuff to fill it with. You can hang some new drawings on the walls, or..." Lyra broke off as Elliot stepped forward and ran his skeletal fingers across the bed. Elliot looked absolutely filthy in comparison to the crisp, white bed sheets. There was a fluffy, cream-colored blanket on the end of the bed that Elliot spent some time admiring.

Elliot's lower lip started quivering as tears flooded his eyes. "Is-Is this really all for-for me?" He questioned.

"Yeah," Lyra answered, hesitantly. "But it's okay if you don't like it. We can..."

Lyra paused again when she heard the sound of Elliot crying. Her eyes widened. "El?"

Elliot turned to face her, tears streaming down his face. His deep blue eyes were bloodshot and watery. "You-You mean, I can-I can sleep in a bed?" He questioned.

Lyra's heart simply broke when she heard that. He was excited about sleeping in a bed?

"Of course," Lyra answered. "And your closet is full of your old clothes, we have a bathroom just down the hall, the kitchen is fully stocked with some of your favorite snacks."

Elliot collapsed onto his knees when he heard that, weeping and thanking Lyra profusely, "Th-Thank you, L-Lyra! Thank you so m-much! I-I don't deserve this kindness. I-I am so grateful."

Lyra wanted to respond to the weeping boy at her feet, but her mind was too consumed with a single question.

What happened to you?

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flightfoot · 2 years

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What do you think about some people saying it is OOC for Marinette to forgive Chat Noir for withholding info about Hawk Moth for a week in the latest BEAU update?

I feel like the difference is that she didn't know he was Chat Noir before? She may have been neglectful in Season 4, but I feel like Marinette has never been distrustful of him or his intentions? If anything she's always defended him right away (like in Copycat) and had extreme trust in him. Even when he messes up or has moments that salters argue she should have been harder on him for (like in Glaciator, Frozer, or even abandoning the black cat miraculous on a whim in Kuro Neko), she's always been gentle with him about his perceived mess ups here and there, almost waving them off. I can't see her canonically being angry at him for angsting alone about his FATHER BEING A TERRORIST for a week before telling her.

People say Marinette doesn't have empathy a lot, but I think that's an oversimplification. Marinette doesn't have as much empathy as Adrien does. But she's not devoid of it empathy and definitely not devoid of compassion. Empathy exist on a scale. It's not all or nothing. And, more importantly, it's a buildable trait. She can be stubborn like a mofo, but I don't think she's heartless. Especially not where Chat Noir is concerned. If anything, I think her stubbornness works in his favor. She's made up her mind that he's "one of the good ones" and she'll defend that at all costs.

Haven't heard anyone say that it's OOC, but yeah I don't think Marinette being fine with Chat withholding info for a week is out of character at all. It makes perfect sense for her.

Like, if he'd told her that at the time - that he'd known for a week and hadn't told her - I'm sure she would've been incredulous and asked him why, since from her perspective, there would be no reason to delay. But even then, at the time this was going down, I'm sure she'd be nothing but sympathetic if she then found out that Hawkmoth was his father. That's reason enough to be conflicted.

And yeah, Marinette's generally pretty gentle with Chat, outside of maybe an initial outburst when she's coming to grips with whatever's going on. And especially with him looking devastated when telling her about finding out that Hawkmoth is his father, I can't imagine that she'd want to add to his pain.

As for Marinette's empathy... I mean, it's really hard to separate empathetic, sympathetic, and compassionate. The terms get mixed up a lot. Marinette has a very hard time figuring out that someone's likely to be hurt by something she does unless she sees them actually looking hurt in front of her, even when it's something that would definitely have hurt her if the situation was reversed. It just doesn't occur to her. When she DOES realize it though, she feels extremely guilty and tries to rectify the situation via any means at her disposal. Tries to "fix" things to the best of her abilities.

But something like "Chat's father is a terrorist, therefore he's conflicted about telling her and delays doing so"? That's straightforward enough that she'd get it. Plus yeah, like you said, she's firmly convinced that Chat Noir is a good person. She wouldn't turn on him for something like that. He's her partner, she's gonna be highly sympathetic to him.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #bakery enemies au #ml analysis

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Betrayal Is Something You Never Forget (Prologue);

Summary; In which Gwaine wasn't completely honest with Merlin about his heritage and the others all find out exactly why he hates royalty so much.

Trigger warnings include; Death (adult and maybe child), implied/mentioned Child abuse, swearing, magic,(implied?) Self-hatred, alcoholism, unhealthy coping mechanisms, witch hunting, dark themes, headcanons, alterations to canon, adaptions of fairy tales, crossovers, piracy and witch craft, and LGBTQ+ themes. Don't like, don't read.

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MERLIN: Right. What is it with you and nobles?

GWAINE: Oh, nothing. My father was a knight in Caerleon's army. He died in battle, leaving my mother penniless. And when she went to the King for help, he turned her away.

MERLIN: You didn't know him?

GWAINE:Just some stories I've been told.

MERLIN: Yeah, I know how that feels.

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Gwaine remembered that day well and he was sure that Merlin did as well. After all, it would have been shocking for him to hear. But little did Merlin know that he had lied when he told him that. At least partially.

Because while Gwaine was telling the truth about his father being a knight, he wasn't telling the truth about him dying and his reasoning for hating nobles. Because Gwaine didn't want to tell Merlin-- sweet, sweet Merlin who had already seen so much bad in the world-- about the darkest parts of his life.

He didn't want his first and only true friend to know that he was the son of disgraced knight Brennan Jones or that he was the grandson of 4 pirates, a possible witch, and a technical desertie. Didn't want him to know that he came from a family of pirates and nobles. People who found out about his family always judged him.

And while he didn't think Merlin would, he didn't want to put him in the position of having to choose between him and Arthur, if Arthur ever were to find out and expose the truth. So Gwaine figured that if he lied, then Merlin wouldn't even think about choosing him because he'd be too angry and betrayed to.

He didn't want to be responsible for Merlin giving up his new home and his job and friends. He didn't want to ruin his friend's life. He was sure he had ruined enough of the people he cared about's lives already.

Because he was the son of disgraced knight Brennan Jones and Portal Hopper Alice Jones. The grandson of James Flint, Thomas Hamilton, Miranda Barlow, Mary Read, Anne Bonny, and John "Calico Jack" Rackham. Great nephew of Davy Jones. Cousin of Romeo Montague, Benvolio Montague, and Jack Sparrow.

His family was big and cursed. They took what they wanted and did what they had to, to save their own asses despite what his mother tried to instill in them. They hurt people, went to jail, spent their lives on the run, or got screwed over and died young or died horrible deaths. And those closest to them always seemed to get hurt. And Gwaine just...hated it...

Because his mother had raised him and his 5 siblings better than that, even though she had died when he was only 12. And even though she herself wasn't entirely perfect. But hey, when you're raised by three pirates with nearly 10 siblings how close to perfect can one be expected to get?

God knows that Gwaine couldn't judge. He had actually had a parent with a hyperfocused consensus on being a good, law abiding citizen and had still turned out a screw up. A drunk. A vagabond. A womanizer. A crappy knight. A parent's worst nightmare. Everything his mother had tried so desperately to avoid him becoming.

He seriously doubted that she'd be impressed. Then again, knowing his mother, she probably wouldn't be surprised or hold it against him. He had been a little menace when he was younger. Running around town, causing trouble. Pulling pranks. Getting into fights. Stealing. Fighting with his siblings.. including his literal toddler brother... Teasing his older sister about how camelot's knights were coming for her.

Gwaine winced in shame everytime he thought about it. Because despite being a knight of Camelot, he didn't agree with their laws and views on magic. He couldn't. He and his sister might not have gotten along and she might have been a bit mean but he didn't think that she was evil. That her magic was evil. That every magic user was evil. Because it just went against everything he was taught growing up and what he had seen while on the road.

And looking back, he regretted every single joke he had made about Camelot coming for his sister. Because those 'jokes' weren't funny. They were mean and vile words of a foolish, angry child who didn't realize just how terrifying Camelot could be when it came to magic users. Mean and vile words of a child who had been angry that they had, had to move everytime someone had seen his sister use magic and took it out on her despite her having no say. Words of a child who didn't realize just how horrible he was being until his sister was gone and it was too late.

Gwaine would take it back if he could. He'd take alot of things back if he could. He'd do alot of things differently if he could, actually. He'd help his mom take care of his two younger brothers. He'd be nicer to his sister and not fight with his brothers as often. He'd stay home and take care of his mother, and not leave her home alone with only his youngest brother as company. He'd take his siblings and run. If only he could turn back time.

But he couldn't and would forever be left to deal with the consequences of his younger self's actions. As well as his family legacy. Alone. Because he'd never tell Merlin the truth unless he was telling a large group of people the truth at the same time, which he'd never do unless he had to or felt comfortable enough to. Which would never happen because he was never able to stay in one place for too long. Which was fine by him.

Because he didn't need anyone.....

And no one ever needed or wanted him.

Until they did.

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dalchiid · 9 months

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I was trying to find something about yourself that states what you’re comfortable with but I couldn’t find anything so I really hope I don’t overstep or make you uncomfortable but being that oc is literally being put through the ringer, I’d understand whether one day she’s had enough and just decides to check out. Whether that be sue-wah-side or shutting down and becoming non verbal, I wonder how they would react. Like imagine her having an unsuccessful attempt and being caught or her just becoming very void, non verbal, stops eating, doesn’t respond to any sort of stimuli like at most if hobi yells at her or something he’ll just see her staring off into space with tears coming down her eyes .. I wonder how this would cause the guys to react. Based off his character, idk if he’d be really worried and this would cause him to actually feel guilty or if he’d respond with anger because she’s not fulfilling his delusions. Sorry for this long ramble, it’s a habit of mine :( I overthink and over analyze scenarios

I don't have an issue talking about these things so you're okay!

If for whatever reason she shuts down each of the guys would have different reactions.

Seokjin would find it interesting. As someone who enjoys being in other people's business this is interesting news for him. Yeah he'll feel for Hoseok but seeing as he now has something more to talk about in regards to Y/N he has no issue bringing this up in his conversations. She'll become a conversation piece and who knows? He might bring it up just so that it can get to Hyun-Woo's ears.

Yoongi will feel hurt. He'll be hurting for her. He would try to get her to talk but if she refuses he won't force it. He'll make sure she has everything she needs including a shoulder to cry on. In hopes that one day she'll open up again he'll be ready to hear her out no matter what.

Namjoon would take the chance to try and piss her off. He, at first, would think she's throwing a tantrum with Hoseok and would try and get her to react to him. Even if that means bringing up how he broke her heart. He won't realize that that's just making her crawl in deeper into her shell but when he sees she barely reacts he'd be a little intrigued. Not enough for him to surround himself around her like he used to but enough for him to watch her time to time and come up with ideas on how to make her break out of it.

Jimin would be annoyed. Like Namjoon he'll think she's just throwing a tantrum. He hopes she'll snap out of it for Hoseok's sake but he can't help but roll his eyes whenever Y/N's name is mentioned.

Taehyung would be concerned. He'll make an effort to try and check up on her in hopes she gets better but the longer she stays silent the more he'll grow to resent her for hurting Hoseok's feelings.

Jungkook is indifferent about it. He doesn't care if she is broken or if she's just doing this for attention. She's alive which he thinks should be good enough for his brother but when he sees how Hoseok reacts to it all he'd feel a little bad for him but not for Y/N.

Hoseok he'd feel destroyed. He doesn't acknowledge the fact that she's like this because of him. If Y/N attempted to unalive herself and that's why she's like this he can barely wrap his head around it. At some point he would grow angry and snap at her but if she barely reacts/begins to silently cry it would break his heart. He'll beg her for an answer in what he could do to make her come back but he'll refuse to believe whatever it is it's because it's his fault. He'd go as far as to take her to see specialists to see if they can figure something out. If they don't give him an answer he likes he'll search for someone new. He'll hold on to hope that she'll come back to him but for now he'll take care of her in the only way he can which isn't the greatest but for him he thinks he's doing his best.

As for unaliving herself I did mention in another ask how the guys would react here

And there's no need to apologize. Whether the asks are long or short I like reading them 😊

#ask #covetous

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