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visionofvoid · 1 year

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how they ask you out/how you ask them out - part one

Carlos Sainz:

Ezekiel was the first to notice that the two of you were interested in one another, though you would both deny it. He wasn’t annoyed with the fact that his best friend might have feelings for his sister, out of everyone Carlos was the one man that wasn’t family he would trust with you and it went the other way, Ezekiel knew you weren’t someone that was only interested in him for the life he could promise you. So, he made it a small mission of his to set the two of you up during the holiday season.

The two of you had been stealing glances at one another throughout the small and intimate Christmas Eve dinner that Ezekiel and his wife, Magdalena, had planned. The kids were now tucked away in bed, excited for the next morning where they would receive their presents from Santa. The four adults now sat in the cosy living room, Magdalena tucked under Ezekiel’s arm. You and Carlos were on opposite ends of the other couch, both yearning for what the other two had.

“Sorry we didn’t make it out to see the lights, I know how much you loved that before you moved.” You shrugged your shoulders, sending your older brother a soft smile.

“I’m just happy the kids are in bed at a good time for you. Always next year.” Carlos knew that this was his opening, though he needed to make it seem friendly, especially that they were seated in front of his best friend and her older brother.

“I have nothing else to do tonight. How about I take you?” You couldn’t hide your blushing cheeks fast enough and had hoped that he wouldn’t notice it. Ezekiel tried to contain his excitement, his wife elbowing him in the stomach to quieten him down. “What do you say?”

“I’ll go get a jacket.”

Charles Leclerc:

“You just gonna stand there or introduce yourself?”

Charles wasn’t used to extroverted girls in clubs. He knew they liked to play coy, give him signals using their eyes from across the room in the hopes it would make them look alluring, mysterious, and yeah, sometimes it did work. But he was just taken back as she stopped dancing and looked at him. Her friends continued dancing, forming a circle behind her yet still keeping a close eye on her in case she showed signs of being uncomfortable.

“Charles Leclerc. And you are?” You bore a grin on your face, your eyes floating from the shoes he wore to the top of his hair.

“Emotionally unavailable, incredibly high maintenance and not from around here.” He seemed confused at first before letting out a chuckle, the music bringing either more people in to dance or to see who caught the attention of the Ferrari driver. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll tell you my name if you take me somewhere nice.” Charles tapped his pockets feeling everything he needed inside; his wallet, his phone, his car keys. What did he have to lose? It wasn’t as if this was the start to some sort of fairytale. No, this was simply going to be a fling for the two of them, no matter how much she was intriguing. One night will have to do.

“Where would you like to go, belle?” Charles questioned, smirking as your cheeks flushed red.

“You're the local, you get to decide.”

“If I get to pick then this might become a date.” He was feeling cocky, sure of himself.

“Better make my last night here worth it.” You had a funny feeling about this and not in the ‘this guy might take me somewhere secluded and kill me’ way, but in a way you felt an immense amount of excitement.

Daniel Ricciardo:

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad, am I?” Daniel was having a rather bad day. Not only did you beat him to his favourite car spot yet again but his ex was creating and spreading horrible rumours about him. Everyone knew his character, what he was like and knew he would never in a million years cheat on his partner so it hurt that Heidi would stoop that low to try and get back at him. Their relationship had simply run its course, it was nothing malicious, or so he thought.

You were tasked with getting some data from the fan favourite driver and he was being nothing but rude and arrogant. You and Daniel had never really seen eye to eye much to the dismay of your uncle but you kept everything professional for the sake of your job. You thought Daniel was exuberant and couldn’t understand why he didn’t like you. He seemed to ignore you before finally sighing.

“Just having a shit day.”

“Well, you seem to be having a shit day all the time. You can either let it get to you, let it consume you or you can bounce back, show whatever is making you all hot and broody and moody that you’re so much better without them.” Daniel looked up from the simulator chair and right at you, knowing you were right. “Go out and get a drink with some friends or something.”

“I don’t really have anyone here at the moment. They’re either all back home or racing or, yeah. Lame, hey?” You had never seen Daniel this down before and you weren’t a fan. You’d much rather him glare at you, beep his horn at you when you take his beloved park, just anything but mopey and sad.

“Well then how about you come to mine? I have wine, tequila, beer and two parking spaces so we don’t have to battle it out to get the best one.” You offered. Daniel knew from other workers that you were bubbly, incredibly kind and friendly and this was his first time experiencing it, when he wasn’t letting his own ego get the best of him. “It’s not a date, so don’t let that get to your head. Just a nice person offering a few hours to forget about what’s going on. What do you say?”

“Tequila you said?”

George Russell:

For the most part you would stay home with your mother and two brothers but on the occasion you would surprise and visit your father throughout the season. You were quite lucky in the fact that you could work from wherever; travelling, home, in a park or cafe. Being a travel blogger meant that visiting your father and step-mother was literally a part of your job. You documented the second last race of the 2022 season which was a delight for your fans that were familiar with your father and with Formula One. Whenever you travelled to visit and watch a race you made it so it was like a travelling special. It was your first time in Sāo Paulo and it was the first win for Mercedes and George for the season.

George was over the moon, absolutely elated with the win and to be standing on the podium. He was surrounded by people ever since he finished the race with reporters wanting to congratulate him, with his teammate and team principal wanting to start the celebrations early. He had noticed that with every race he was in where he did well, finishing on the podium regardless of whether it was third, second or first place, you were always there, cheering him on from the back of the pit. It was almost as if you were a lucky charm, seeing you would always encourage a good race.

You heard a knock at your hotel room door as you were getting dressed for the dinner and drinks that was organised on behalf of George’s win by her father and Susie. You knew it would turn into one big party after a few hours so wanted to wear something comfortable but lightweight. You hair was parted in a messy bun as you got up from the chair where you had all your makeup stationed, walking to the door to open it without looking through the peephole. You were shocked at first but offered a bright smile.

“George! Congratulations!” He was still in his racing suit meaning he only just got back to the hotel after the end of the race press conference and interviews. “You should go have a shower! We only have an hour and a half until we’re to meet everyone downstairs.” He just stood there, looking at her whilst she rambled on. “George?” He seemed to break out of his trance. “Is everything okay?”

“Let me take you out sometime? Just us, no one else. Like a date. Actually, I don't want it to be ‘like’ a date, I want to take you out on a date.” He paused for a moment before taking a deep breath in and out and started again. “You have absolutely consumed every thought of mine ever since I met you and I want to get to know you more. I feel like I drive the best I can when you’re at a race, not saying I need you for me to win a race, oh goodness that sounds horrible. Y/N, may I take you out on a date?”

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tearsofthefilmreviews · 2 months

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I AM A FAN OF MADAME WEB AND HERE’S WHY - REVIEW

Madame Web is perhaps the most controversial and hated of Sony’s attempts into this universe. I went into this hoping to like it, but having in the back of my head that I might not. My friend predicted a 2/10 or 8/10 from me…and let’s just say it definitely came out in the higher end of things for me. I’ll start this review off with the main negative that loses the film points, and then get into the great stuff it has to offer, and why I think it is an overhated film.

Without further ado…

-The Main Negative-

Our villain, Ezekiel, is the main cost of points. This is mainly due to writing issues with him and the performance being the most lacking of the film, and his vocals feeling too overdramatized. It feels off at times and serviceable otherwise. This is my main criticism of the film, and caused a decent chunk of point loss due to it. There isn’t much else to say in this respect besides the villain overall is messily handled compared to the rest of the film. It’s unfortunate, but it didn’t ruin the film for me whatsoever; it just made it not a 9/10.

-The Technicals-

Before getting into the narrative and acting, I want to touch on the filmmaking aspects of Madame Web. There are a lot of interesting shots and visual effects employed through the film; particularly, whenever we see Cassie’s visions of the future playing out, as well as moments replaying themselves around her, I thought it was very visually interesting and engaging, and really sold the chaos that she must be feeling as this all goes on, and the deja vu that is remarked on. It was honestly one of my favourite aspects of the film, and I am happy it was used to its potential and not just discarded after one use; we see many moments like this through the film. I’ll go into detail on two scenes in particular and why I thought they were executed fantastically.

(Diner Scene)

This scene is one of the highlights of the film, as is the other scene I’ll get into below. The diner scene has both its moments that felt great, and also some quite funny moments. A chunk of it is to the tube of Britney Spears, and there’s what feels like a clearly intentional hilarity to this big, dramatic fight sequence happening with a pop song in the background. I also thought the cinematography during this scene was great, and the transition when Cassie gets stabbed is honestly super satisfying visually. It is another great example of the future sight and rewind powers being used to great effect, and it also uses the setting in a good way. It’s also the prime example of Cassie starting to really come into her powers, as she changes the future that she herself witnessed and participated in; changing the timeline of the web that she and the girls are in. I also really like the lighting in this sequence, between the dark forest roads and the diner itself, the atmosphere of each location is sold clearly. This goes for the whole film as well.

(Metro Scene)

This scene is also excellent, and is a fantastic showcase of the editing prowess in the film. Its mind-bendy in such a fun way. In particular I am talking about when Cassie and the girls are all on the train, and Cassie is seeing the girls dying over and over, as they get on and the conflict begins to kick into gear. It really does a wonderful job of showing how chaotic it is at first for her, having these visions of the future, as things are much more fragmented here than say, in the climax. The train passes by multiple times, people repeating lines and sitting, visions of the deaths…it all blends into a great, chaotic inciting incident as Cassie’s responsibility becomes the girls’ safety. The scene is one of the better ones from Ezekiel too, as is the above diner scene.

(More technical details)

I think there are a lot of interesting - and sometimes funny - shots and editing moments in the film. In particular, the funniest moment has to be the dramatic setup to Cassie trying to climb on walls like a Spidey, only to slump down along the wall to the floor, the dramatic music cutting out as she does so. The film has a very solid script in my opinion; a couple of moments that falter, but they are very few and far between. I really like a lot of the cinematography of scenes in general; it looks very nice, and is visually engaging. There’s many great stills from this film that I can pick out easily, and will definitely apply as wallpaper and profile pictures sometime in the future, when more become easily available online. I really like the visual style the film is able to keep throughout, particularly aided by the cinematography and editing, as well as very solid colour grading.

i think that Sony finally got super-suits down well in this film; they all look very good and fit the characters well…Julia’s in particular, and Ezekiel’s is honestly quite good-looking as well.

Overall the film is fantastic in the technical department, and is directed quite well save for a couple of oddities with the lesser performances, described below.

-Narrative and Performances-

First off, let us get the obvious out of the way. Dakota Johnson absolutely kills this role throughout, and I also especially enjoyed the performances of Sydney Sweeney, Isabela Merced, and Celeste O’Connor, though out of the three the show-stealer is definitely Sydney, who nails the awkward, geeky personality. Costuming was also on point all around; I really liked Cassie’s outfits for the whole film, and Julia’s sweater getup is gorgeous. But yes, they carry the film to upper heights with their portrayals of these characters, and Dakota Johnson continues to cement herself as a great actor. She brings a great energy to the film. Also, I do need to mention that again, Ezekiel’s performance is the weakest, followed by Ben Parker, who doesn’t do much and is more just fine than negative-leaning.

As for the narrative itself, I honestly do quite like the direction they took it. It is interesting and fun, and also really develops Cassie’s character very well, as well as those of the girls. It is to the film’s benefit that they didn’t give the girls their powers yet, because it allowed us to explore their characters before they even have that concept in their heads, as well as truly leaving more room for Cassie’s character development and coming filly into her powers by the climax. Not having the same physical strength sort of powers, Cassie has to be quite clever about solving the conflict since she cannot do a physical fight, and I thought that the filmmakers pulled that off super well; she absolutely outsmarts the villain, and I liked the fact that her powers, while incredibly powerful, aren’t all she needs to win the day. She has to think on the dot as well, and really shows how far she comes from the beginning to the end. She becomes more open as a person as well, less awkward in the ending than she is in the beginning, something that Julia comments on after their initial escape. I also found the moment where Cassie sees her mother’s past very touching, especially when she gets to hug her mother. I do also want to touch on the resolution of the film, and in particular, the moment where the girls revive Cassie after she falls into the water and is blinded. It’s a very well-formed moment, and also a strong foreshadowing example; earlier in the film, Cassie taught them CPR, and it comes into play in a strong way by the end. Thematically the film’s mainly about controlling your fate, and having agency in your life. It also makes a clear connection between its main characters besides simply being acquainted; they have all gone through some form of familial hardship, and are able to further their bond because of that. The girls, while maintaining their agency, also learn to think before they act, particularly forwarded by the diner scene.

I really liked the tone that the film had throughout. It’s very engaging, while having fun and funny moments in there as well. The film, to me, really all comes together through the different aspects of it, and makes for a great experience with a compelling lead and interesting narrative that uses the Marvel universe well. I also consider this film overhated, a term I don’t use very lightly. It has so much going for it that films like Venom and Morbius never had, so that fact it is being compared to those (in a way that’s despite them being made by the same company) is kind of crazy to me, let alone being called worse than Morbius. Dakota Johnson’s performance alone makes this film better than the rest by a lot, in my opinion. I know I will be in the minority to be so positive towards Madame Web, and I am fully fine with it, because I do genuinely like so damn much about this film.

-Cassie-

I do wish to get into Cassie’s character before closing off this review. Cassie is a very interesting character, and the way she discovers her powers is intricately linked to it all. She discovers them when she quite literally dies, and begins to see everything in the future, including much foreshadowing for the film itself. She’s both selfless and reserved; her occupation involves saving and helping lives, yet she is quite awkward when appreciation is shown for it. She also has her priorities straight in her head though; she saves the girls and helps protect them despite being initially frustrated with the turn of events. She scolds them after the diner scene for getting themselves into danger, but its at that point that we see how much she clearly has come to care for them, despite her frustrations. She defeats the villain not just with her powers, but with her own cleverness that she demonstrates throughout the film.

-Conclusion-

Overall, Madame Web is a film I am very happy with, and it held up wonderfully on the rewatch. There’s a lot that I like about it in the technical side as well as the narrative side, and though it isn’t perfect, the lead performances along with the other strong aspects - particularly cinematography, narrative and editing - make this the best Sony Universe film, and a great film in its own right. Interesting ideas and characters as well. I’m a fan!

8.2/10 —> 4.1/5

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Also....if I'm not being too greedy.... have we seen numero ocho with Ezekiel Reyes? Because if you featured something with those leather gloves he totes around on that trunk of his, I might actually die to death.

Special allowances because you know you're one of my favourite people!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The creaking caress of leather clutching at your throat sends a razor-edged rip of pleasure through you, his breath hot at the back of your neck.

"You've been bad." It is a statement that requires no answer, yet you know he expects you to agree.

"I have."

“You know what bad girls get, don’t you?”

You swallow hard, feeling his other hand stroke over the curve of your butt. "Correction?"

He kisses the side of your neck, his grip loosening. "Precisely." A single digit glides a path of pure anticipation down your spine, your heart thundering rapidly. "Now, bend."

You fold immediately, your hands curling in a grasp around your ankles, presented before him, EZ's knee shunting between your thighs. "Wider." You correct immediately, taking a step apart, his vision drawn to your slit, glinting in the low light, calling to him. He has other tasks to deal with before he attends to that little cavern of pleasure, though.

His gloved hand meets your backside in a hard smack, your lips pressing in a thin clamp, knowing you can't squeal, can't verbalise anything other than your arousal. Another spank. "Let me hear how much you like your punishment."

You moan for him, rich and sinful, EZ approving, striking you again. It hurts, he hits hard, but lord, how it sends you reeling to the edges of heaven. Each leather-swathed spank leaves your cheeks crimson and stinging with heat, until he's satisfied that you've been reprimanded adequately.

"Mmm, good girl," he breathes, lowering to his knees behind you. "For taking it so well, I suppose it's only fair you received a reward."

You barely recognise the sound you make to have come from you when you feel his tongue delve right inside the slick silk of your cunt.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 1 year

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Narcos Victorian London AU: Chapter 2 Forsaken.

Summary: You figure out your next steps as you come to terms with your new life.

Author’s Notes: I hope you enjoyed this, definitely my favourite fic I’m writing right now (DBF! Joel a close second) Warnings: Fantasy Violence, mentions of death of a parent, toxic family, anger/violence/rage against Reader No 18+ content here but all my blogs and fics contain it so MDI. Let me know if you want to join my tag list, and if you have any requests for drabbles/short fics etc.

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Chapter 2 – Forsaken.

The staccato rhythm of warring voices stirs you from your sleep. You had fallen asleep on top of the covers again, too hot to bear any cover. You recognise Javier’s, Connie’s, and Steve’s voices through the thin walls of the London flat. You smooth out the creases in your clothes before taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. The scarring and burns were already fading but you could still feel the searing, piercing touch of Ezekiel on your skin. You quietly open the bedroom door and tip-toe down the hall.

“She needs to go before The Guild, it’s the only way.” You hear Javi’s hushed voice from the dining room as you listen in from just outside the door.

“They’ll brand her as Forsaken, she’ll be a pariah.” Connie retorts, the fear in her voice makes your heart ache. It had been a long time since someone had cared enough to worry for you.

“The alternative is that another Guild member will murder her on sight,” Javi barks but before Connie could answer he speaks again, “Come out, I can hear your heartbeat from here, you might as well have a say in all of this.” Javi calls out to you in the hallway and you wince, ashamed to have been caught snooping.

“So, The Guild?” You ask nervously as you step into the room, fiddling with the sleeves of your shirt as you try to avoid Javi’s piercing gaze. Everyone was sat at the table, you take the seat next to Javi who continues to stare you down.

“The London branch of the Hunter’s Guild is the second oldest of its kind,” Steve says as he learns forward, his forearms braced against the table as he folds his hands in front of him, “Javi, Connie, and I are all members, Javi and Connie because they have to be, and me because of the family business.”

“Have to be?” You repeat looking between Connie and Javi with cautious eyes.

“Because we’re Blaidd and don’t want to get staked, or burned at the stake for being so.” Javier says without emotion and Connie just nods solemnly.

“And since I’m now,” You gesture at your self with both hands, “Whatever this is, I’m a Blaidd? And that means I need to go on a register?” You work through it slowly, not liking the idea already.

“Exactly,” Steve continues, “But there are a few problems, your case is far from normal, and you need to provide an address, and it can’t be ours because I live here.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose as he speaks.

“So that leaves living with the Guild, which I do not recommend.” Javi grumbles.

“Or living with Javier.” Connie says softly but your stomach lurches at the notion, you couldn’t live with a man, let alone one as dangerous as Javi.

“I’m not a fan of it either princess, but it’s that or risk becoming a lab rat for The Guild.” Javi grumbles, the animosity with the Guild seemed personal but you didn’t press it for now.

“Ok, then living with Javi it is.” You sigh but the growl from Javi’s lips draws your attention.

“Javier, you don’t get to call me Javi.” He hisses and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Javi, don’t be an asshole.” Steve scolds him but Javier just scoffs.

“Whatever, come on we might as well show you your new home before we drag you into the political hell scape of The Guild,” He says to you, his brow furrowed as he turns to Connie, “You still got that Hellgate in the basement here?”

“You bet, just don’t tell The Guild.” Connie winks at him and he finally cracks a small, involuntary smile. The way his cheek dimples sends a flutter of electricity through your veins.

“What’s wrong with the Hellgate?” You ask quietly, feeling vulnerable as you tried to avert your gaze from the handsome vampire’s face.

“There are official Hellgate channels, all monitored and regulated by The Guild, to have one outside of that network is a crime punishable by death.” Connie explains as she steers you out into the hallway, Steve and Javier follow you both as you descend the stairs into the basement of the building. The cool air hits you and you breathe it in, the sensation is numbing, comforting as your skin met the chill of the cellar.

“Then why have one at all?” You ask sheepishly as a knot of worry forms in your breast, you had never liked getting into trouble, your father had been a mean bastard with a belt, but these were much higher stakes.

“Because I don’t like The Guild watching all of my movements, besides, this one is firmly two-way, between this place and mine.” Javier says with a shrug before turning to Connie.

“Can you bring her some clothes? Put it on my account.” Javier addresses the older woman and she nods.

“Any preference sweet?” Connie asks you and you nod.

“Trousers, blouses, waistcoats, bowler hats and dress shoes, as few dresses as you can.” You say with a grimace, knowing it was a lot to ask but you hated dresses before your wedding, but now the thought of being trapped in a corset once more was horrifying.

“I know just the elf to go to.” Connie nods and you hear Javier groan.

“I know I said put it on my account but Corvus? Really Connie?”

“I’m not just buying her men’s clothes that will fit her like a sack of potatoes, poor love’s gone through enough as it is.” Connie snaps back and you see the flicker of amusement behind Javi’s eyes before he responds.

“Fine, but only because it’s you.” His tone is soft and your heart clenches at the low baritone of his voice. It was the first time since you met him that he had sounded anything but aggressive and it made you want him to talk to you like that.

Connie stops you at the far end of the large room before muttering something under her breath, violet and sapphire flames came to life in wrought iron braziers that lined the walls. Between them were various runes and sigils painted on the walls in a deep, rich red that made you think it was probably blood. The dark cobbles of the floor glisten with an otherworldly light as you look to the stone archway in front of you.

“You two ready? I can’t hold it open long or it’ll show up on the Guild’s Spell Webs.” Connie says, adopting a stance you would have guessed was some kind of martial arts form, but the soft violet mist that begins to roll off her fingertips tells you otherwise.

“I’m going to have to carry you, hold on tight.” Javier commands as he hoists you up into a his arms, he hooks your knees over one arm and the other loops around your shoulders. The soft fabric of his waistcoat presses against your right cheek and it soothes you a little as the butterflies in your stomach began a frantic dance as anxiety chased them to your throat. You could smell the oil, lavender and blood on his clothes, the strange combination intoxicating as you try and keep your head.

“Aderyn coch, Neidr las, Carw gwyn.” Connie chants slowly as the mist that swirls from her fingertips turns blinding white. The smell of tin, juniper, and burning coal fill the small space as Steve steps back meekly. The stone archway ignites in a furious display of colours. Every colour you could ever imagine and more flashed before you in a beautiful inferno of magical essence. It was blinding, beautiful, yet it instilled a primal, base fear in your mind as you cringe into Javier’s cold embrace.

“It’s opening, go!” Connie yells and you feel Javier lurch forward.

The swirling vortex of iridescent flames engulfs you as you breach the Hellgate. You anticipate a burn, a searing heat, but the feeling that washes over you is sublime. You feel at peace in a way you had never known as the rich colour of magic seeps into your pores, penetrating deep into your soul. You drink it in like a sweet wine as you nuzzle against the firm, marble-cold chest of the vampire that acted as your chariot.

The darkness is a snuff on your magically induced euphoria as you take in the cellar. Your eyes adjusting unnaturally fast, the vibrancy of the night disorientating as you pick out the storage crates, furniture covered in sheets, and the sconces that lined the basement mirroring that in the Murphy’s cellar.

“You ok there princess?” Javier’s voice is close in your ear, he’s still holding you tight and you feel heat rise to the tips of your ears as you feel the tension rolling off him. You look up to meet his gaze and you gasp at his parted lips, fangs glistening as he devours you with his dark, hungry eyes.

“Fine,” You squeak, “Better than fine, that was intense.” You continue, reliving the rush in your mind as the Hellgate warped around you.

“Yeah they effect everyone differently,” Javier grumbles as you see the mask slide back into place, his lips form a firm line and his dark brow furrows as he sets you down, breaking eye contact as he strides towards the ladder at the far end of the room, “Come on, let’s get you settled in.”

You jog to catch up as Javier opens the trapdoor from below, bright light spills through the opening and you squint, your eyes sting but you blink through the pain as they adjust. Javier offers you his hand as you reach the top of the ladder, the cool touch sends icy prickles through your skin as you take it. He releases it as soon as your feet are firm on the ground. His face expressionless as he moves past you to shut the trapdoor before kicking the rug back over it to conceal it. If you weren’t so buzzed from the journey through the Hellgate you would have taken the indifference to heart.

Instead you look around the large kitchen in awe. The pristine red marble countertops arced with coppery veins played off the mahogany cabinet doors with gold fittings. The large window over the sink looked out onto a busy London street. You could see a private residents garden outside and whistle low as you look up at the stony-faced vampire.

“You’re high society then eh?” You raise an eyebrow at Javier and he cracks a smile, it was the smallest twitch of his full lips but you took the win.

“When you’ve lived as long as I have, you tend to find yourself in situations where fortunes get made, and lost.”

“I bet, how old are you?” You pause as you realise you spoke without thinking, “Was that rude?” You ask as you wince when Javier’s gaze rests on your face with a flicker of amusement running behind his amber eyes.

“It’s not, but let’s just say I may have been Bonnie Prince Charlie’s fencing instructor, and good friends with his father.” Your mouth opens wide as he winks at you.

“That’s insane you knew King James?” You breathe as you realise he is over a hundred years old maybe even two he simply nods and you exhale through your nose in awe, “We should fence sometime.” You finish, wanting to boast a little as you had always enjoyed the thrill of a fencing match.

“Do you even know how?” He challenges you as he crosses his arms over his chest, he leans back against the counter top and you roll your eyes.

“You know the answer to that, you clearly know my family, you seem to know more about me than is normal for someone I have never met personally.” You say with accusation clear in your tone.

“This is true, I also know you’re incredibly well read, stubborn, an excellent marksman, a proficient rider, but you have issues with authority and religion, cannot sew, ran out on a very viable suitor…” Javier trails off as the initial burst of pride turned sour in your stomach like old milk, “Oh and you swear far too much for a lady of your standing.” He finishes with a devilish smile on his face as he watches you squirm in embarrassment. You finger the opal ring on your finger behind your back as you seethe.

“I can sew,” You mumble, trying to restore a shred of dignity even if your voice was meek and cowed, “I just can’t embroider, I can patch up clothes, and people.” You shoot Javier a stern look that only makes him laugh. The cold, barking sound send shivers down your spine in equal measures of anger and attraction.

“I’ll remember that,” He nods approvingly, “Sallie!” He calls out over his shoulder and you are about to ask who Sallie is when she appears before you as if emerging from a mirage. She seemed to seep into the space between you and Javier like a mist. She wore a long black dress with sheer sleeves.

“What’s up boss?” Her soft, sultry voice lilts through the air as you take in the mauve skin, glossy black hair, and shapely form of the creature before you. Her back is to you and you shudder, something about Sallie unnerved you like an instinctual reaction to a predator in the room. It wasn’t what she looked like but more what she felt like.

“Go draw up a bath for our guest and prepare a room for her.” Javier’s voice is soft, doting as he talks to the woman in front of you and you can’t help but feel a little jealous.

He has so many masks, so many faces.

You think to yourself as Sallie turns in surprise. Her inky black eyes with amber cat-like pupils were framed with thick lashes, her purple, pillow-plush lips curved down into a frown as she looked you over.

“Javi sweetheart what is she?” She asks, her voice trembled, curiosity spliced with fear coloured her tone. You were shocked that such as formidable woman would have even a shred of fear when regarding you.

“She’s Blaidd.” Javi answers coldly as he bristles at her tone. Clearly he hadn’t expected pushback from her.

“I can smell that pendejo,” She growls as she takes a step towards you, the hairs on your neck stand up and you feel the quiet burn of the hot poker in the back of your mind, “What is she?” She repeats and you ball your fists at your side. Danger rolled off Sallie like smoke, you feel your throat tightening as the invisible aura engulfs you.

“She’s a Forsaken, Sallie.” Javi’s voice is strained, his knuckles gripping the counter behind him, “Ezekiel almost killed her, Murphy stopped him but you know how it goes when daemons get smoked.” Sallie jumps back as if electrocuted at Javi’s words and she spins to face him.

“You brought a Forsaken into my home-!” Sallie starts but Javier interrupts her.

“My home.” Javier growls as she prods him in the chest aggressively.

“And one that has Ezekiel inside it?” Sallie’s hair is shimmering like smoke as her temper builds and you watch as Javier’s face grows darker. Your heart feels like it is being crushed in a vice when you hear Sallie dehumanise you. The poker burns brighter again, you’re so tempted to touch it, something in the back of your mind told you it would make you feel better.

“She’s not an it, she has a name,” Javier says your name quietly which pulls you way from the heat and you look up at him in surprise. The menace in his voice is enough to make Sallie step back a little, “And she’s under my protection, I am responsible for her.”

“Fine, have it your way, as always,” Sallie hisses as she turns back to you, fury plain on her hauntingly beautiful face, “Make your own damned bed, run your own bath you mongrel.” She spits on the flagstone floor in front of you before disappearing in the same hazy mirage she appeared in. You feel the burning at the back of your mind wane as you meet Javier’s stunned look with your own bewilderment. There’s a tense pause as the only sound in your ears is the roaring of your blood.

“She seems nice.” You eventually eek out and Javier runs his right hand through his hair as he pushes himself off the counter with the other. You’re fiddling with the ring again as you try not to cry. The hatred in Sallie’s eyes pierced you like a blade to the gut.

“I’m sorry I thought she of all people would have understood.” Javier says with a hefty sigh.

“I don’t know what to say,” You say softly with a shrug, “I can get myself settled, just show me where.”

“You sure?” Javier asks and you nod immediately.

“No matter who it is you know in my family, they’re wrong about me, I am capable of looking after myself.” You grumble and a sad look passes over Javier’s face but he says nothing as he leads you through the kitchen into the hall. The gilded picture rails, deep red wallpaper patterned with white and gold flowers, and the marble floors took your breath away. You follow silently up the large staircase to the second floor.

You marvel at the U shaped mezzanine that overlooks a large, currently empty ballroom. A portrait of Javier stares you down from the far wall, he is dressed in half armour, with a helmet you vaguely remember is called a Spanish Morion placed on the table to the right.

“Ah yes, that was a gift from my friend Dorian,” Javier coughs to hide his discomfort but you catch the look on his face before he replaces it with his mask of indifference, “It’s a bit of an inside joke.”

“So you weren’t a Conquistador?” You pry, liking the bashful side of the vampire.

“Gods above no, but I did come to Europe on one of the many ships that came shortly after them.” He says with a shrug as he holds an arm out to the right, encouraging you to move along.

“That must have been hard.” You say softly as you mull it over, you know all about how the Spanish and Portuguese made their mark in the Americas, and how imperialism, no matter the nation, took its toll.

“It’s been such a long time I barely remember.” He says without emotion as he opens the door at the far right side of the mezzanine for you.

“You’re a terrible liar,” You say as you note the tension in his shoulders as he walks, “But I get it, some things don’t bear reliving.” Javier simply hums in response as you pass him across the thread hold to your new home. You gasp as you take in the large room, a four poster bed in cream and gold sits between two floor to ceiling windows, the soft light of the evening filtering through blissfully. There’s a large wardrobe to your right, a beautifully decadent vanity to the left, and the soft creams and white of the carpet are overwhelming.

“This is unreal.” You whisper, feeling like you had been dropped right into a fairytale. You step forward and look around the room, clocking the door next to the vanity that must lead to a bathroom.

“I don’t really care for all this, I’d much rather live somewhere quiet, peaceful, cosy, but I have to put on a show for the Blaidd and for the Wyna.” Javier says softly as he shuts the door behind you. You turn to face him, your nerves on fire as you feel the fight or flight instinct kick in.

“So what lofty obligations do you have to need such decadence?” You ask, trying to keep your voice even as you see the way he’s looking at you. His eyes are burning a golden amber as he stares you down.

He’s hungry.

You realise as he steps towards you, crowding your space as he tentatively places his right hand on your cheek. You gasp audibly as the cool touch burns pleasantly against your skin and you see his lips part at the sound. He takes your lack of resistance as an invitation to continue, his left hand falling to your waist.

“I’m a rebellious philanthropist in Wyna high society that gives money to those deemed most undesirable,” He says as his cool thumb brushes along your cheekbone, “And I’m Secretary of Wyna relations in the High Vampire Council, both thankless jobs and I despise them both, I much prefer hunting down deviant Blaidd.”

“So why don’t you do that full time?” You ask breathlessly as you mirror him, your right hand touching his face gingerly as your left falls to his sternum. He moans softly at the contact, the heat of your flesh clearly had an equivalent effect to the cool relief of his on yours.

“Because I don’t want to let things to fester and stagnate in the world, I want to make a difference, for Blaidd and Wyna alike.” He whispers as he presses his lips to your palm. You close your eyes as the burning heat in your chest heads southwards to your core.

“Bleeding heart.” You breathe as you squirm at the soft tone of his voice, the lavender, lamp oil, and coppery scent of him.

“Very funny,” He chuckles, “I should go.” He breathes and your eyes snap open at the notion. You see the hunger, the desire, the vulnerability in him as you fight the urge to kiss him, to pull him down to your neck so he can feed. There’s a brutally inhuman need inside you that somehow knows what he needs, what he wants, and you want, no, you need to fulfil them.

“Why?” The question falls from your lips before you can think, the heady rush of Javier’s hunger burning deep.

“Because this would be a mistake, and one I would regret for an eternity.” He says as he steps out of your embrace. You stop yourself from chasing him, the sting of rejection needling you like a thousand insect bites as you step back. The look of relief on Javier’s face only stings further.

“Goodnight Javier.” Your voice trembles and you know he picked up on it, but you didn’t care you just want him gone, you want to be alone with your feelings, whatever they were. Javier heads to the door and pauses with his hand on the doorknob.

“Goodnight, oh and the family member I knew?” He says as the mechanism clicks loudly under his grip, “It was your mother.”

The knowledge is like a lance to your throat, you feel like you can’t breathe, like the void between worlds has swallowed you up smothering you in a chokehold of nostalgia laced poison. The door clicks behind Javier and you fall to your knees, the hollow thud muffled by the thick carpet. You tears don’t come, but the gaping hole in your chest feels like you should be. But something holds you back, pride, stubbornness? Whatever it was, you wouldn’t stand to shed a tear over a man, no matter how raw and frayed you feel.

You pick yourself up and force yourself into the adjoining bathroom, you’re surprised by the fact that there was clearly running water in the house. Then you thought about how much money Javi has and roll your eyes.

“Of course there’s plumbing, why wouldn’t there be plumbing?” You grumble bitterly to yourself as you think about the strides for sanitation in the last ten years, the Cholera outbreak thirty years ago really forced the issue and rich households like Javi’s had clearly jumped on the trend. The large porcelain tub filled slowly and you undress before leaning against the cool edge, the vanity and mirror before you had never been used. It was spotless but there were no signs of wear, no notches in the light wood finish, no stains across the flat panelling. You realise that much of the house was like this, perfect, pristine, but false.

The steam rose behind you from the tub and irritation washes over your skin at the humidity. You frown and turn off the hot faucet before switching to cold. The biting air that swirled around the heavy flow was soothing and you feel the tension in your shoulders ease a little.

“Guess I’m going to have to get used to this new penchant for the cold.” You say to yourself, the cascading splash of water nowhere near loud enough to drown out the furious noise that clouded your mind. Too many thoughts, too many emotions, the constant drone of something else in the back of your mind. The hot poker that burned at the edges of your consciousness always there, always emitting, never quiet.

The sound of a piano playing faintly somewhere in the house makes you smile sardonically, of course Javi was musical, or maybe was it Sallie? The lilting melody permeated the house and slowly you recognise it as Chopin, the melancholy of a piece you loved. You ease into the icy waters and feel a smothering at your senses, the sharp heat, blunt anger, all abating as your body cooled rapidly.

As you scrubbed your body with soap, you feel normal for the first time in two days, something about rhythmically performing a mundane action allowed you to ground yourself. The soap was heady with bergamot and jasmine and you found yourself liking the way it smelled on your skin as you got out of the tub, draining it before wrapping yourself in a silk bathrobe, you were already drying off, your body temperature rising remarkably fast.

Then you hear it, Berceuse in D-flat Major, Op. 57. You know it so well, you could still see your mother’s graceful fingertips playing along to the music you were enthralled by. Every key stroke imprinted in your mind.

It was her favourite.

You think as you find yourself padding out onto the mezzanine balcony, Javier was there in a dark red smoking jacket, black brocade adorning the fabric. His head is down, lost in the rapture of an artist’s passion. The light, joyful notes a stark contrast to the Nocturne, the happiness laced into your very being at the sound of the melody brings tears to your eyes.

“I miss you Mam.” You whisper to yourself, the Welsh word falling from your lips instinctively. It was the one thing you shared with her that your father could never take away, no matter how hard he tried. But since her death you had no-one to speak your mother-tongue with. Your father had never learned, calling it plebeian, and he forbade it’s use even when she was alive. But you always disobeyed him, together. It has been a long, lonely five years, and you found yourself grieving all over again.

A bitter sob escapes your lips and the music halts abruptly as Javier’s luminous yellow eyes snap to meet your watery gaze.

“Siân, I’m sorry.” The words tumble from his mouth as you feel your fingers go numb. You back away from the railings slowly, once you were free of his piercing gaze you ran back to your room and slammed the door. You pulled a heat of drawers across the threshold with inhuman ease which, if you weren’t already reeling would have made you feel sick but you didn’t have the capacity right now.

Siân, not my name, but hers.

You think to yourself as you weep, slumped on the floor in front of your makeshift barricade. You didn’t cry for Javier, not for or because of him, but because the grief you had never been allowed to express had been unlocked like a cellar door leading to unfathomable darkness. But the darkness was comforting, it was right, you were finally able to mourn the loss of the one person in the world you loved more than anything.

A soft knock on the door roused you from your uncontrolled, wrenching cries. Javi calls your name through the door, not Siân, not your mother’s name but yours. You feel the icy fingertips clenching around your heart as you hate how it makes you feel.

“Leave me alone Javier.” You choke out and you feel his remorse, you don’t know how but it’s like a dark cloud of purple fog, hovering beyond the door.

“As you wish chica, but I want to let you know I’m sorry.” His voice is streaked with grief, anger, pain. The cloud dissipates and you feel his presence leave your door. You cry less violently as you lie down on the plush carpet, you had no energy left to move now. Sleep consumes you like an open maw and you know that you would be sore in the morning but you just didn’t care. Your body needed to rest.

Your mind however, would not be so kind.

Authors Notes: Let me know what you think! I hope you’re enjoying this as I’m having a blast! C&C, reblogs, likes, kudos, etc. are so appreciated!

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#Javier Peña #Javier Peña smut #Narcos #Narcos fanfiction #fluff and smut #fluff #angst #narcos fic #Javi x reader #Javi x f!reader #Javi x female reader #Javi x afab reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #AU #Victorian England #Supernatural themes #slow burn

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angi1993 · 2 years

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Open letter to @katarinahime ♥️

This is way harder than I thought it would be.

This letter should have been posted on Friday the 15th of July, because on this day, you’ve been laid to rest.

Katarina, I wished I could have been there to give you a proper farewell, a goodbye you deserved.

I wish I could have told @quacehiko personally how incredibly sorry I am, that you’re gone.

I wish I could’ve told your parents, kids, grandparents, siblings, cousins, friends how sorry I am, and how incredibly loved you’ve been and still are.

I wish I could have told you personally how inspiring you’ve been, how incredibly talented and gifted you’ve been.

I told you so much that you’re pretty, that you’re gifted and that I’m a true fan of your writing style. I hope you knew I meant every single word.

I still have your stories saved in my computer and I will never ever deleted them. Those are pieces of you I will forever cherish.

For the people who didn’t knew you well, Katarina was a super proud Catholic, and even tho I’m not very familiar with the Catholic Church I know what the bible says about the the death, about hurt and comfort, and even if some of you aren’t that religious, I would still like to share some verses. I hope you would’ve liked it.

Ezekiel 37:12 - 14

For this cause be a prophet to them, and say, This is what the Lord has said: See, I am opening the resting-places of your dead, and I will make you come up out of your resting-places, O my people; and I will take you into the land of Israel

And you will be certain that I am the Lord by my opening the resting-places of your dead and making you come up out of your resting-places, O my people.

And I will put my spirit in you, that you may come into life , and I will give you a rest in your land : and you will be certain that I the lord have said it and done it, says the lord.

And my absolute favourite scripture

Revelation 21:4

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.

This gives me so much hope to meet you one day again my dearest Katarina, to give you a ridiculous Mama Bear hug and to finally tell you how loved you’ve been, and how the people around you missed you so very much and to tell you about the void you left behind.

Katarina, I swear that I’ll never forget you, and I’m positive that I’m not the only one. As long as we live, you’ll live as well.

Someone once told me that our memories are like mirrors, and thanks to them we’ll be able to see our loved ones as often as we want to, and I think that’s beautiful. That’s what we all should do. Open our hearts and remember your funny postings, or your writings.

We should use that time now to be thankful for you. To be thankful that we had the chance to get to know you through your writing style and your stories. We should also use that time now to forgive ourselves and our probably irrational fear That we might have failed you.

I hope you knew how loved you’ve been, and that you deserved everything good in this world, my dear Katarinahime ♥️

Finally I would like to tell you, that if love could have saved you, you would never have died.

Rest easy and in love♥️

Angela.

Also a special thank you to

@dayseternal-blog @shamylicious-blog @szajnie @paradox-spiral @bunny-hoodlum end every other person who showed her respect and love.

There are people out there who needed just that.

Much love to you guys ♥️

#katarinahime #rest easy my love #we will never forget you

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d1cks1e-st1x · 1 year

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Classpect the Total Drama characters RIGHT NOW. GO!

HELL YEA ABSOLUTELY

ezekiel - bard of rage. he is the gamzee of td without a doubt

eva - mage of rage. two rage players back to back but cmon she’s gotta be. mages (in my interpretation of the class since they’re like the least explored) have a deep understanding of their aspect through suffering through it and though we don’t see a lot of her in the 3rd episode where she gets eliminated we see that she feels bad abt her anger issues to some degree so like she is understanding rage through suffering it

noah - page of mind. he’s book smart and has a good grasp of other ppls thought processes despite not being great socially (because he has autism if u ask me) but never gets to amount to his full page potential on the series

justin - heir of light. light as the class representing luck fits him in the sense of his good looks being most of his power. since they’re something he was literally born with (inherited one might say) he’s an heir of light

katie - rogue of heart. spoiler for like 4 entries down but sadie has the exact same classpect. i think it’s fair to say that they’re redistributing their identities to each other.

tyler - tentatively calling him a bard of hope. he’s trying very hard but he keeps fuckin it up. also wanted to give him good ol bard near invincibility.

cody - page of hope. part of me wanted to make him a mage and/or heart player cuz that’s what i am but that’s really not what he is. he is however jake english apparently. tdwt was literally him reaching his full page potential.

beth - seer of space. don’t have much to say for this one beyond being a space player because she reminds me a bit of jade and being a seer cuz she’s a little nerd

sadie - rogue of heart. same reasons as katie

courtney - prince of light. she manages to get ahead through skill and a bit of luck here and there, but her own ambition is the thing that holds her back. she’s the one who destroys her own luck most of the time by pushing it past it’s limits

harold - rogue of time. he did steal courtney’s time on the show in tdi by rigging the elimination and then immediately get booted next episode so he didn’t get to make use of the time for himself. also this is my gfs classpect and harold is one of her favourites

trent - heir of doom. an heir since he’s kind of the normalest one and so is john and a doom player for his uh. poorly handled ocd from the second season that they added so they could break him and gwen up. idk if that makes sense but it does in my heart

bridgette - sylph of blood but im not 100% sure on it. i definitely think she’s a sylph but im not sold on a class. choosing sylph of blood since she definitely wants to fix relationships a lot of the time but also she causes a lot of the problems.

lindsey - maid of heart. i don’t have an explanation other than im love her and it would be cute i think

dj - bard of life. because of the whole accidental harming animals thing in tdwt. he’s so life player in general though

izzy - heir of void. frequently disappearing and reshaping her personality.

geoff - knight of breath. his breath player vibe is insane. knight the protector class and breath the freedom aspect coming together so jeff can defend the right to party

lashawna - knight of blood. the number one friend defender and also love of my life

duncan - thief of breath. this is one that makes sense to me but i can’t explain why. also for fun irony of him being in and out of juvie and therefore having his freedom stolen

heather - thief of light. her unparalleled vriska swag. heather could do vriska and vriska could do heather.

gwen - mage of doom. idk why so many characters have the same classpects as canon characters but anyway. she spends most of the series generally suffering but it does tend to get her far

owen - heir of blood. babygirl has the power of friendship on his side. this is like the first one i thought of i am so certain abt this one. passive class that embodies the aspect and the aspect of friendship? that’s owen babey!!!

sierra - witch of heart. i am not immune to making the romance focused character a heart player. witch because she is going to manipulate her way into that twinks heart whether he likes it or not

alejandro - prince of hope. he is so destroyer of hope omg wait that makes him and heather erivris. they literally were pitch in canon they were kismesises im a genius

blaineley - witch of rage. hashtag girlbossing her way through life by making everyone around her as angry as possible

chef - prince of life. first of all because he can just kill you. and secondly because of how he tried to make dj his apprentice in tda and dj is a bard of life. they’re not so different you and i

chris - lord of doom. THE lord of doom. he is literally the lord of doom he is dooming those canadian teenagers like his life depends on it. he’s so babygirl <3

YEAAAA THERE WE GO im surprised i haven’t done this before actually cuz i love classpecting and putting td characters in magic systems i’ve made a dnd au with them and an au with a magic system my sister made so like yea HOPE U THINK IM BASED AND THAT U LIKE THEM :D

#and sorry this took like an hour and a half i was doing schoolwork in between </3 #and i cannot rush a classpecting i gotta put my whole newtussy into these or i die

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captainjacklyn · 8 months

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In response to this,https://www.tumblr.com/captainjacklyn/726686685721739265/in-response-to-this?source=share

what do you think of the aesthetic? Any favourites? Least favourites? Do you have any theories about the characters? 👀👀👀

Oooh yes yes yes I have lots to uncover for this-

Elisabeth Homewood :

Cottage core, pink and innocent like aesthetic just a few at first. It really reflects on the villager aspects of this fantasy world, based off of the pins she appears to be someone who is quite adventurous- with a hint of power even (the whips caught me off guard honestly) and a big heart full of sass.

Her hair is perhaps braided with a couple of the pins showing a braided hairstyle, hardworking demeanor and chaotic moments.

Ezekiel Greyhawk :

I assume its a solitary man that follows his own rules, there also appears to be something a little traumatic regarding family. Many quotes already expressing much power, perhaps he has a few issues within his home.

A warrior, a smith, maybe has a pet wolf but it may represent the fact that he is a lone wolf. The bow and arrows as well as the pipe give us a sense of independence, he seems to be a grown adult that still needs to get some things worked out but can be a kind person if wish to be.

(I didn't search any of them up because I really want to go into this blindly, it's more exciting for me to discover plot twists and other unexpected details.)

Yvaine Bronimir :

There is power, there is grace..a very dominant lady who serves the stars through her own judgements. She is a lady of the night, a very feminine yet still intimidating presence.

I was thinking that she could be some sort of noble, strong witch or even nun but at least a person that has control over many things.

(there might be a vampire in this maiden of magical prowess) a few photos of fangs and a wonderful artwork of these mythical beings taking blood from a human.

Defiant, bisexual. (we stan)

Kosair D'Orléans :

Classic sexyman, very bloody so could be an assassin of some sort. He seems to give intensive love to those he is infatuated with, oh I know that's a sadist of some sort.

Fallen king/prince/some kind of royalty or just rich dude. Follows the will of the devil, has long hair and perhaps a pair of pointy ears oh right he's the villain my god I'm so dense.

CRIMINAL YES OFFICER IT'S HIM RIGHT THERE-

(sorry I got really tired on his part and it became a meme infested theory) oh he's gay.

so gay.

#answered #I'm really excited to know more !

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sundrop-writes · 4 days

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Sundrop's Rules

aka things to know before you send in a request

I have decided to go back to an old format for requests where technically - requests are open all the time. The only reason I will close requests (and if I do, it will be explicitly stated in my pinned post) will be because I am overwhelmed with the amount of requests that I have, or because I am taking a break from writing due to reasons in my personal life (which I sometimes do because of my chronic illness). But I prefer to keep requests open all the time, because it means that people can send in ideas that can inspire amazing fics.

In general, I love it when people send in ideas and discussion about the characters I love - even if its not in the form of a request. At any time, you can send me random thoughts and headcanons about the characters that I write for, and I am likely to respond to those asks with my own fanficy type thoughts, and often these are the type of things that inspire me to write - more so than sending in an actual request.

But if you want to send in a straight forward request, then below is all the information you need to know before you do so. (If you don't read all the information in this post first, then I am likely to amend your request into something you might not like, or I may just delete it altogether.)

Important notes: there are some dialogue prompts on this post that I am really excited about writing for, so if you are sending in a request, pay special attention to those. And while I primarily write for female reader characters, I also write for gender neutral reader characters and masc/male reader characters (and it's something I really enjoy doing).

Characters That I Write For:

Please note: I am not writing for Criminal Minds at this time, and Criminal Minds is the only fandom on my Main Masterlist that I am not accepting requests for.

With all the other fandoms and characters, you can send in requests at any time. But note - I will pay more attention to fandoms that I am particularly interested in (aka if I have recently written and released fics for those fandoms, if they are listed in my pinned as my current main interest, etc.). If you send me a request, even if I don't respond to it right away, I will keep it in my inbox for a long time and I may get to it later. I like to write things when I feel inspired to do so, and there is no time limit on this.

I am open to adding more characters to this list, so if your favourite character is not here, feel free to ask me if I am willing to write for them. All of the characters on this list are ones that I will write for as love interests - characters that I see through a sexual and romantic gaze. I am open to writing for other characters from these series platonically, so let me know if you would be interested in that list. (I will also write for these characters platonically, but I will assume that any requests for them are as romantic or sexual interests unless otherwise stated.)

DC Titans - Gar Logan, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Kory Anders, Donna Troy, Hank Hall, Dawn Granger, and Conner 'Kent' (with him, I prefer to write smutty topics with S4 Conner/Luthor!Conner, and I will write angst and fluff with any version of Conner).

The Walking Dead - Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene/Rhee, Daryl Dixon, King Ezekiel, Jerry, Rosita Espinosa, Tara Chambler, Andrea Harrison, Michonne Hawthorne, and (maybe) Rick Grimes. (Important note: I do not write for Negan. He is a character I really dislike and I will not use him as a love interest in my fics.)

The Last Of Us - Ellie Williams and Abby Anderson.

Harry Potter - Harry James Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Draco Malfoy.

Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers and Billy Hargrove.

Misc. Horror Characters - Mike Schmidt (Five Nights At Freddy's), Vanessa Shelly (Five Nights At Freddy's), Derek Cho (Mayhem), Bee (The Babysitter), Nick Jones (House of Wax), Carly Jones (House of Wax), Stu Macher (Scream).

General Rules and Guidelines:

Requests should be sent to the ask box on this blog. I don’t accept requests in DMs because it is too disorganized and difficult to keep track of them. Finished fics may be posted as separate posts, or they may be posted as a response to the ask. Also as a general note - requests are not guaranteed to be done - they are just used as inspiration for me. It is not a fanfiction ordering system, it’s a casual collaboration on concepts and ideas.

Every single one of my fics includes a reader character. I don’t do character x character fics. If you are making a request, I will assume that you want it to be an x reader fic even if you don’t mention that part in your requests. Also, I am going to assume that you want some kind of romantic or sexual element between the reader character and the canon character unless otherwise specified, because that is what all my fics are about. And if you don’t specify the gender of the reader character, I am most likely to write the reader character as a cis female. (Though lately I have been skewing more toward writing my fics as gender neutral by default, but it depends.) Also, I am very likely to include the term Y/N in my fics. (If you think that’s too cringe, run along. I grew up in a time where Y/N was sacred and cringe didn’t exist.)

Speaking of gender - in your request, please specify if you want the reader character to be female, male, or gender neutral. When I write gender neutral fics, even in smut, I do not describe the reader’s genitals or gender presentation in any way. So I don’t write ‘GN AFAB reader’ fics. If you want the reader to be described as having a vagina, that would be a fem reader in my fics.

Also typically, I don’t describe the reader character as having specific physical traits. I like my reader character to be as broad as possible to appeal to as many people as possible. (And because I don't like focusing on those physical traits while writing.) I don’t write a character that has a specific race, height, hair color, etc. but one exception I have to this rule is that I love writing fat/plus sized readers in my fics. I love spreading love for fat bodies, especially through fics - I love making people feel good about their fatness through the gaze of a fictional character. So definitely feel free to send in requests for a plus sized reader character, as it’s one of my favourite things to write.

For reference, I will also write about a reader character with autism or chronic illness (someone with chronic pain or a fainting disorder, or someone who uses a cane or a wheelchair), because these are groups that I am a part of and I know that they are not portrayed in fiction often enough. If you have any questions about these aspects, please feel free to send me an ask or a DM.

Also, if you do want to include in the request that the reader has certain non-physical traits, that’s okay - in fact, I encourage this. I love it when people include non-physical traits in their request because it helps to aid the plot along and it can differentiate the reader character from my other fics - and I love it when the reader character feels like a unique person in each of my fics. So feel free to thrown in things like describing the reader as being nerdy, outgoing, artsy, even being a single mother/parent or having certain superpowers where it might apply (like for a Titans fic), or having immunity from a Walker bite for a TWD fic.

I will accept requests for poly ships. I love writing for poly ships. (Character x Reader x Character.) I am a huge fan of requests like this - because I am in a poly relationship myself, I absolutely love writing for the dynamics of poly relationships. I love writing it with inserting a reader character into an already existing canon ship (like with Gleggie), or writing for two of my favourite characters who have a lot of chemistry together but were never romantic on screen (like with JayGar x Reader) - and I will even add characters to the above list just to put them in a poly relationship (like with Ellie x Reader x Dina). But please keep in mind, I will only write for three characters in a poly relationship, including the reader character. (With some small exceptions that you would have to ask me about.)

I will write smut, angst, or fluff, but I mostly prefer writing smut or angst. When requesting smut (or smutty themed things), please specify if you want the characters to be dominant or submissive. In your request, write ‘sub!reader’ or ‘dom!reader’, something to denote the dynamics to let me know what you want it to be. I am a big fan of writing submissive men, so I won’t shy away from things like that - but I will write any dynamic as long as it’s properly communicated to me.

Also keep in mind - I will write 100% heartbreaking whump. I love writing heartbreaking fics with no happy ending - you just have to prompt me to do so. I will write for a lot of dark topics and different kinks. In general, the list of things that I won’t write is a lot shorter than the list of things that I will. So if you’re wondering if I’m okay with a request or not, just ask.

For reference, my big ‘nos’ are: virgin!reader fics, or fics where the reader is sexually inexperienced or portrayed as innocent. I am okay with doing a ‘faux’ innocent reader (someone who is only pretending to be innocent), and I am also okay with writing about a canon character being a virgin and having their first sexual experience with the reader. (That’s something I love writing about, actually.) I am okay with writing about sexual coercion, sexual blackmail, or dubcon. (Or even noncon or cnc, under certain circumstances.)

Also, I am okay with writing age gaps or age gap kink, but typically unless otherwise stated, I always aim to write a reader character who is around the same age as the canon character and acts mature in my fics. I will always write someone sexually autonomous and lustful, not a clueless virgin.

Also, I don’t write fics about miscarriages, safeword use, or extreme choking kink. And while I don’t write about miscarriage, I am okay with writing about pregnancy - it’s something I enjoy writing about, actually. I also enjoy writing parenting fics and family fics with children.

Below, I have listed some prompts for you, in case you need some ideas for your request. (In fact, I encourage you to use these prompts because I love them.) You don’t have to use these prompts, these are just ideas of the kind of requests I like or ideas you can use if you want to see me write for these characters but don’t know what to send in! You can definitely make up your own prompts/ideas similarly to these if you want to.

Dialogue Prompts

I really love all these prompts and I want to write for them - if you send one in, I may write a short blurb attached to the ask for the request, or I may write a longer, more detailed oneshot if I feel inspired to do so. Please only send in one dialogue prompt per request. (Note: the ‘bonus’ part still counts as one prompt, it is just the other half of the conversation/exchange.)

“Who did this to you?”

“You died. You should be dead.” (Bonus: “Well, I’m not.”)

“Can you run that by me again?”

“You know, if you weren’t so annoying, you might actually be hot.”

“Could you just listen to me for once?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Hey, hey. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Oh. Oh.”

“Is that blood?” (Bonus: “It’s not mine.”)

“No, shut up. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

“Why would you do something that stupid?” “Because I’m in love with you.”

“I think I might be pregnant.”

“Oh, great. It’s you again.”

“Is that a bite?”

“Oh my god. You’re here.”

“I’ll never forgive you for this.”

“Why don’t you just let me help you?”

“I am done waiting for you.”

“I’m in love with you, dumbass.”

“Please, just let me take care of you.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’ll kill all of them.”

“I can keep you safe.”

“You’re lucky it was just a scratch.”

“So you aren’t heartless after all?”

“I had it under control. You didn’t need to do that.”

“Can’t sleep?”

“I thought I lost you.”

“You’re being really nice.” (Bonus: “Yeah, are you surprised?”)

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“You know, I was wrong about you.”

“How about a goodnight kiss?”

Smut Prompts/Ideas

(This kind of devolves into a list of kinks toward the end, but it will show you what I am comfortable with writing and give you an idea of the things I like to write.)

The Canon Character is a Virgin (ex: Virgin!Jason Todd, Virgin!Glenn Rhee, etc.)

Caught Masturbating (could be the reader walking in on the canon character, or reversed)

Accidentally Sending Nudes (I won't do this one for canons where they don't have cellphones like TWD and TLOU, but I could alter it to an accidental discovery of naked photos)

Dirty Talk/Teasing

Training/Wrestling/Sparring That Turns Into Sex (I originally wrote this prompt for Titans, but I think it could work for other fandoms too)

Them Seeing You In A Slutty Outfit For The First Time (Alternatively: Them Seeing You Dressed Up For The First Time)

Late Night Semi-Public Sex - where they have to shove a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet (or the reverse)

Stuck and Fucked/Situational Bondage/Predicament Bondage

Sex Pollen (I don't think this would work for every fandom, but I will always try to work it in where I can because it's one of my favourite tropes ever)

Character A gifts Character B a Sex Toy (possibly after learning that they have little to no experience with sex toys or after some joking around about sex toys - but it turns into serious horniness)

Overstimulation

Breeding Kink

Dumbification Kink/Objectification Kink

Knife Kink or Blood Kink (or both?)

Daddy Kink or Mommy Kink (Canon Character's reaction to being called Mommy or Daddy for the first time, or them slipping up and calling you one of these titles in the heat of the moment)

(I am open to adding more onto this list, and these are just examples of things I enjoy writing about)

Angst Prompts/Ideas

(I can do any of these with a happy ending in order to fulfil a Hurt/Comfort prompt, and for the ones with death, we can just change it to 'near death'. I do really like writing Hurt/Comfort as well as Pure Angst.)

They Break Up With You To Keep You Away From Danger

Their Reaction To You Breaking Up With Them

You Die In Their Arms (or the reverse)

Specifically for The Walking Dead or The Last Of Us - Their Reaction To You Being Bitten By A Zombie (and your last moments together)

Their Reaction When You Are Killed By An Enemy

One Of You Has Been Brainwashed Or Drugged And Hurts The Other Person Or Completely Forgets The Other Person

They Sacrifice Their Life To Save You

They Save You From A Near Death Experience (or the reverse)

They Find Out That You Are Alive After Thinking That You Died

Being Reunited After Years, But You Didn't Part On Good Terms

Unrequited Love (they see you with someone else, they think you'll never love them back, etc.)

Fluff Prompts/Ideas

(I don't have as many ideas for these because I am bad at writing pure fluff fics lmao.)

Canon Character Finds Out That You Are Pregnant (could be with their child, but I could also do this prompt with a female love interest)

Canon Character Gifts You A Dog Or A Cat

Meet Cute - showing how you and the Canon Character met; running into each other at a coffee shop, a moment from the canon, etc. something showing your general first impressions of each other

Spending Your Birthday With The Canon Character - showing what they would do for your birthday

The Canon Character Proposing To You

I also want to do more MLTs, Reactions, and Headcanons. These are shorter formats of fics that are easier to complete faster, so definitely send in some requests for these!

To clarify:

MLTS - ‘Most Likely To’s aka a short description explaining which character of the group (or two, or three characters) would be ‘most likely’ to do something or enjoy something. This could be exploring their potential enjoyment of a kink or how they would behave on a date, how they would be as a romantic partner. It can be anything you want, get creative.

Reactions - 'how would they react to…’ aka a short description explaining how the characters (two or three, you can choose) would react to a certain situation. (If you want this format done with the whole group at once, it will likely be much shorter.)

Headcanons - a collection of bullet points that creates a shorter, quicker, more efficient style of fic by taking the reader through a tour of ideas, the character’s reactions and thoughts in a shorter format. (These are like full fics, but can usually be done faster.)

(If you need some inspiration, examples of prompts will be below.)

Prompts for MLTs:

Most likely to seek revenge if you were harmed by an enemy (or if you were killed by an enemy)

Mostly likely to have a breeding kink

Most likely to enjoy PDA

Most likely to want kids in a relationship

Prompts for Reactions:

How would they react to an unexpected pregnancy?

How would they react to seeing you naked for the first time? (Or seeing you naked by accident?)

How would they react if someone insulted you in front of them?

How would the group react to finding out that you have been hurt? (Note: you can mention who you want the love interest to be and who you want to be platonic in this case)

How would they react to seeing you alive after believing you had died?

How would they react to you saying ‘I love you’ for the first time?

How would they react to finding out that you have been bitten?

Prompts for Headcanons:

Headcanons for how the two of you met - What was their first impression of you? How long did you know each other before things became romantic?

Sex headcanons (how is this character in bed, what are their kinks, etc.)

Headcanons of tropes (ex: enemies to lovers with Daryl, childhood friends to lovers with Maggie, There Was Only One Bed with Tara, etc.)

So now that you have read all that, if you would like to send in a request, you can send in one to my ask box: here!

#sundrop speaks #important #requests

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yogurtverse · 1 year

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My prediction for the new season

Hello. A while back I made a prediction on the elimination of the new cast on the assumption that the original promo photos revealed the full teams. But now that the mipcom posters revealed the teams I think I'll guess who's getting eliminated

16: Julia

Nothing about Julia really sticks out to me. My honest guess is she'll be a valley girl and get voted out first for screwing up

15: Wayne

Wayne seems to be the leader of his hockey team back home and I can imagine him trying to apply those skills to the game but doing poorly. I can also see Nichelle seeing him as a threat seeing as him and Raj could get someone else on their side for an easy alliance and be the first person she eliminates

14: Ripper

I think Ripper is an online name and that he'll be an avid internet user of some kind. I could see him also butting heads or being the Ezekiel of the season with some outdated world views which gets him eliminated (maybe being a stand in for Ben Shapiro fans or something? IDK hope not) but I see him butting heads with other members of the team and being the first person kicked off it

13: Millie

I see Millie as being a headstrong team mom leader type, but I also see her butting heads with Axel who would also want to claim leadership of the team. Eventually, Axel wins and forms an alliance (maybe with Chase or Damien) and Millie gets voted off

12: Emma

I think Emma will be the ditzy Lindsay type of the season. Maybe she'll work with Nichelle similar to Lindsay and Heather, but my current guess is that Nichelle will team up with Caleb and use his popularity to influence votes, with Emma being deemed unnecessary and voted off

11: Raj

I just don't see him getting to the merge without Wayne. Maybe he'll try to fill his shoes but not get that far before his elimination

10: Zee

Might be biased as a lot of people see him as a first boot, but he's my favourite design so far so I want him to make it. However, I think he'll be eliminated just before the merge as a liability to his team

9: Priya

I could see Priya being a more plain character like Sky or Zoey to bounce off the more animated members of the cast. But for now I think that role will go to chase while she gets eliminated by Axel's alliance

Merge (Damien, Axel, Chase, Scary Girl, Caleb, Nichelle, Bowie and MK remain)

8: Caleb

I think the first thing to be established in the merge is a rivalry between Axel and Nichelles alliances. I could see MK joining the other teams decision to vote off one of them out of fear the alliance gets too strong later. Eventually Axel's alliance chooses Caleb for his strength and charisma, but not before him and Bowie get together.

7: Axel

Nichelle uses the same paranoia tactic that worked on getting Caleb eliminated by Axel on her. Members outside of the alliance are convinced to vote her off to ensure she doesn't get too strong later

6: Scary Girl

I think Scary Girl will get eliminated in a sudden death elimination, or an Izzy-esque situation where everyone is just fed up with her antics. I still believe my theory that she's trans, and will come away from the experience with her new name and identity and walk away happy

5: Damien

I think once Axel gets eliminated, Damien will spend the rest of the season trying to get Nichelle and Bowie eliminated, going to almost concerning lengths to do so. I could see him getting eliminated in a sudden death challenge or Nichelle and Bowie getting either Chase or MK to vote him off

4 and 3: Bowie and Nichelle

With this being a 16 member cast and a 13 episode run, a double elimination has to happen eventually, and it'll end with a team up of Bowie and Nichelle Vs Chase and MK. At the end of the challenge, Bowie will throw the challenge for both of them, resulting in Nichelle losing her chance at the million

2: Chase

The de facto main character with the most focus this season. I think he'll be the amputee character and make it to the finale determined to prove those who doubted him wrong, but lose in the finale to...

1: MK

I think MK will end up winning the season. I see her being a relaxed slacker type who can think outside the box and provide creative solutions when she needs to. She would also have the WT Cody effect where she'd make it far simply by merging and then not having much of an involvement with any drama.

So that was my prediction for the new season. Please let me know your ideas for who you think is winning or losing

#total drama revival #total drama #td

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papakhan · 2 years

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hi long time viewer first time called, i’m doing a new fnv play through and i need to finally play a khan. do you have any advice? you are my go to for khan wisdom

Oooh yes my favourite way to play heheh thank you for asking

The one thing to look out for imo is that the Khan uniform makes you hostile to everyone in the NCR and that includes the Gun Runners and the Crimson Caravan. I tried to help Goodsprings and Ringo open fired on me lmao, and seemingly neutral places actually aren't like the 188 because they're so full of pro NCR people tho tbh you can probably imagine that they think you're raiding them. Also Veronica and Ezekiel will aid you in battle which I think is really funny. Nerd rage. It also means you'll have to wear a disguise on the strip but remember if you've built rep while in dressed as a Khan and then change what you're wearing it all the reputation resets which is really annoying. Either just wear leather armor or get the Factionless Khan Uniform mod

Other than that uhhhh the in game stats for Khans have absolutely 0 thought into them, Endurance will probably be your highest stat, then whatever you want. Same for Survival because it let's you make stuff and eventually sleep on the ground.

Also if you're into modding get the Charlie's Great Khan Home mod on nexus, its a nice little base to use with storage and a healing kit that you can fast travel to. You might wanna get the Khans Friendly To Fiends mod too to get the opportunity to talk to the Fiend leaders, but this does break with the Factionless Uniform mod.

Most important is to have fun and be yourself. The Khans are all extremely varying so you can basically do whatever. Make chems like Jack? avoid conflict like Melissa? focus on diplomacy and education like Regis? Just be a brick shithouse like Chance? Be tough and fast like Jessup?

Being on the Khans side kind of gives you enemies everywhere, but that they're mean but not openly hostile to everyone. Also Khans carry their own 😤 whatever that means

#Txt #Thank you for asking!!! I love playing as a Khan lmao #Anonymous

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fezwearingjellybananas · 2 years

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K, I, U :)

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

I did like Cassandra Cillian's arc in Librarians, going from her synesthesia affecting everything and willing to do anything to get rid of her tumor to seeing it as a gift and accepting her death, though I'm also very glad she got to live and that arc continued. Also going from being alone to having these people she cares so much about.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

There's nothing I can really think of off the top of my head? There's a few characters and ships I get kind of tired of all the focus being on them, but not in an actively disliking it way, I just get very picky about who's writing the fic I guess. I might remember something later, but the only fandom tags I have blocked are horror ones because I generally don't do horror

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Barry Allen from DC, (pre-retcon especially) he's just this completely normal guy who happened to get superpowers and immediately decided to use them to help people because what else could they ever be used for? And he named himself after his favourite character from his favourite comic book, he loves his wife (so close to picking Iris as a favourite, if we went exclusively DCTV I probably would pick Iris), he's mostly an introvert but he's so nice he just makes friends everywhere, he loves his kids, and I really want him and Iris to get the Tornado Twins back DC. Also he works in a lab yet does not seem to know what health and safety means

Ezekiel Jones from The Librarians, honestly, I love all the Librarians (I miss that show), but Ezekiel's great, and the Point of Salvation is definitely up there in favourite episodes. Here's this cocky thief except he really is that good and his biggest secret is that he's actually a good person

Clint Barton from Marvel, that opening to Matt Fraction's run sums it up, there's a world of superheroes and he's just this guy with a bow and arrow who threw himself into it anyway, and maybe he's kind of a mess sometimes but he's trying his best.

Thank you!

[Ask Meme]

#replies #modifiedmemory #*

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pink-sparkly-witch · 2 years

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Soulmates: Chapter Twenty-Five – Oh, Baby!

Summary: Ava goes into labour less than an hour after being on live TV, and Jensen scrambles to get to Atlanta before she gives birth to their fourth baby.

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Ava Ackles (OFC), Chris Hardwick, Norman Reedus, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Hilarie Burton, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins.

Warnings: TW: Pregnancy, TW: giving birth, TW: breastfeeding, language, fluff, daddy Jensen

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Apologies if anything is inaccurate. I don’t have kids! I have also taken some major artistic licences with The Walking Dead storylines! As always, this hasn’t been beta’d. All mistakes are mine. Text in italics is the TV show dialogue. Pictures were taken from Pinterest.

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October 2018

Jared and Misha had been in Jensen’s Vancouver apartment watching the season nine premiere of The Walking Dead. After the main show, they were settling back in to watch his wife on tonight’s The Talking Dead via video link from Raleigh Studios in Senoia, Georgia.

Ava was due in less than a week but could go into labour at any time as this was baby number four. This was the first pregnancy that had lasted an entire filming season and was the hardest for her.

Not only was it tiring growing another human, but it was also tiring being a working mom of three girls whose husband was working in another country. Her constant backache was depleting her energy faster than she could replace it, and she’d been filming what were probably her most emotional episodes ever.

It was safe for Jensen to say she couldn’t wait to go into labour. Especially as he was the one who wanted them to have one more child.

“Now, as well as having showrunner Angela Kang, Norman Reedus, who plays fan favourite Daryl Dixon and King Ezekiel himself, Khary Paton, in the studio tonight, we also have two very special guests joining us by video link from Senoia, Georgia. We’ve kept this a secret because… well, let’s just say we weren’t sure they’d be able to join us. So, without further ado, please welcome the very beautiful and very talented Ava Ackles, who plays our favourite badass heroine, Caitlin Grimes, and the man we don’t know if we love or hate, Negan A.K.A, Jeffrey Dean Morgan!” Chris Hardwick said with enthusiasm.

He, the audience, and the studio guests cheer loudly as they appear on the screen. “Welcome to the show, guys! So great to see you both again!” Chris greeted.

“Thanks for having us!” Jeffrey says, and Ava smiles brightly.

“For anyone who doesn’t know, Ava is pregnant - you’re still pregnant, right? Baby Ackles hasn’t made an appearance yet?”

“No, I am still very much, very pregnant!” Ava chuckled along with Jeff and everyone in the studio.

“She’s huge!” Jeff laughs.

“Literally the size of a house!” Ava agrees.

“We’ve been friends for a long time, and I’ve seen her during all her pregnancies. This is the biggest I’ve ever seen her!” Jeff continues.

“Oh, thanks, Jeff! I love you too!” Ava rolls her eyes at her old friend.

“Can we see the bump?” Chris asked excitedly. Ava shuffled forward on her seat and stood with Jeff’s help, turning to the side and pulling the floaty material of her dress taut. A loud cheer erupted from the studio as she sat back down.

“See? Huge!” Ava laughed.

“Do you know what you’re having?” Chris smiles.

“No, Jensen and I didn’t want to know. We’ve only found out the sex of one of our kids, and that was when I was pregnant with Amelia two years ago. I’m not saying I regret finding out, but it took a little of the surprise out of it, you know? There aren’t many real and genuine surprises anymore, and it makes it the most amazing experience to not know whether you’re having a son or a daughter,” Ava smiled serenely.

“Aww, that’s so sweet! When are you due?” Chris asks.

“Officially, in about a week, so I could pop any time!”

“And pop she might!” Norman laughs in the studio. “We only wrapped the season finale on Friday, and for those last two weeks of filming, whenever Ava made a face or rubbed her stomach, everyone held their breath!”

“Yeah,” Angela joined in. “We were all waiting for her to go into labour every second of every day these past two weeks!” she laughed. “We’re all glad she made it to the end, and they don’t have to film scenes in a few months!”

“How do you think I feel right now?” Jeff laughed.

“Excuse me? What about me? I’m the one carrying around a beach ball filled with concrete all day, and I need to give birth to it!” she chuckled.

“Ava, can you tell us if they’ve written your pregnancy into the show?” Chris asks with a grin.

“You know I can’t tell you that! Come on, man!” Ava jokingly whined.

“Alright! You can’t blame me for trying!” he laughed. “That’s all we have time for tonight. Join me next week same time, same place with Greg Nicotero, Tom Payne and a surprise guest!” The crowd oohs. “Come on guys, you should know by now that’s not always a bad thing. Look at tonight’s special guests! I wish Ava, her husband Jensen, and their family the best of luck with their new arrival. I hope you’re not waiting too long to meet him or her!”

Shouts from her cast and crew mates on the couch add their best wishes for Ava, and she blows kisses and thanks everyone above the roar of the studio audience. “Goodnight, everybody! Take care of each other and remember… don’t text and drive!”

Senoia

“Hey, you doing okay, Ava?” Jeff asked as she rubbed her stomach.

“Yeah, I’m so glad this season is done now. I’m officially on maternity leave, and hopefully, I can get a few days’ rest before this one comes. Thanks, Jeff,” she smiled as Jeff helped her off the chair and handed her a water bottle. Jeff, his long-time partner, and Ava’s best friend, Hilarie, were her on-call birthing partners. She and Jensen asked them to be there for her when she went into labour and until Jensen could get to her from Vancouver.

She knew she’d be filming until the eleventh hour, which meant she’d have to stay in Georgia until after the baby was born. There was no way she could travel to Austin to have the baby at home; she couldn’t fly, and a fourteen hour car journey was completely out of the question. So, a Georgia baby it would be! She knew Jared had his private jet on standby for Jensen to use the minute she called. Supernatural had also begun filming six weeks earlier than usual to allow Jensen extra time off whenever he needed it for her or the baby.

Ava smiled as she remembered Jensen and Jared taking a week off to come down to Georgia two weeks ago when she was filming the “Heads on Pikes” episode. She’d filmed her fair share of emotionally exhausting episodes this season. Her TV brother, Rick’s “death”, the loss of her character’s unborn child with Daryl, ultimately ending their relationship when he left the group, and finally, the death of her son Henry in the pike episode. Two of them fucked her up pretty bad, and the after-effects still lingered. Still, she was always thankful she had such a considerate husband and friends who would stay by her side during the rough times.

The PA was taking her microphone off when she had a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

Well, there goes my plans to sleep for 12 hours straight! Ava thought. “Uh, Jeff?”

“Yeah?” he replied as he walked over to her.

“I just had my first contraction,” she smiled.

“You’re kidding? Really?” Jeff asked, and she nodded. “Alright, what do you need right now?”

“Uhm, call Hilarie. Ask her to call my sister and tell her I won’t be picking the girls up tomorrow. I’ll call Jensen. My go bag is in the dressing room. Before we go anywhere, I want to get this makeup off and put on my comfy clothes. I’ll meet you back here in about fifteen minutes?”

“You got it, sweetheart!” Jeff smiled and kissed her cheek.

Vancouver

“Looks like this is gonna be a great season for The Walking Dead!” Misha smiled.

“Yeah, I’m really looking forward to this one. It’s got a whole new vibe since Angela took over,” Jared agreed. “What’s that smile for, Ackles?” he chuckled at his friend’s goofy grin.

“Ava’s calling,” Jensen smiled. “Hey, baby! You looked beautiful tonight. How are you?” Jensen asked, and Jared and Misha felt the instant change in atmosphere and watched their friend’s face drop before it turned into an awed smile.

“Okay, Princess. I’m on my way. Do you think you can hold on till I get there?” he smiled and burst out laughing. “I know! I know, I’m kidding, baby! Alright, Ava, breathe through it. That’s my girl… I’m leaving right now. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Tell Jeff to let me know what room you’re in, Okay? Okay. See you soon, Momma. I love you,” Jensen smiled and ended the call.

“Ava’s in labour! Her waters just broke!” Jensen announced to his friends.

“Alright, Daddy! Let’s get you to the airport!” Misha smiled as he pulled Jensen in for a hug.

“Are you serious? She was literally on live TV not a half hour ago, and now she’s in labour? I always knew she was a boss bitch, but this takes the cake!” Jared laughed as he pulled Jensen into a hug. “Good luck, brother!”

“Thanks, Jare. And thanks for letting me use the jet,” Jensen’s voice cracked as he tried to control his emotions.

“Anytime, man. You know that. Go! Be with your wife and have that baby already!”

Emory University Hospital, Atlanta

“Alright, Ava, you’re fully dilated. With your next contraction, it’s time to push!” Dr Robbins smiled.

“No, I can’t! Jensen’s not here yet! I need to wait!” Ava begged as tears stung her eyes.

“Ava, sweetie, you know as well as I do. Hell, you know better than I do,” Hilarie chuckled, “that babies don’t wait. You have to push, babe.”

“But Jensen…”

“Will be here as soon as he can,” Jeff consoled her. “Come on, Momma, haven’t you been complaining for a month now that you’re ready to meet this little one?” Jeff chuckled at her defeated sigh and nod. “Well, now it’s time.”

“No!” she whined. “Jensen needs to be here. He hasn’t missed any of our babies being born!” Ava was tired, grumpy, and hormonal. She didn’t want to do this without her husband.

As the next contraction came around, Dr Robbins tried her hardest to build Ava up and get her ready to push. She really didn’t want to, not until Jensen was here. She tried her hardest to fight her body’s natural instincts, but nature has a funny way of not giving a shit about what we mere mortals want. Jeff grabbed her hands again, and Ava squeezed them as she bared down. Hilarie was down at the business end with the doctor.

“Come on, Ava, push!” Dr Robbins yelled.

“I am pushing!” Ava barked back as she gritted her teeth and pushed with all her might.

“Good,” Dr Robbins soothed. “Now, it’s time for some short, sharp pants to give the muscles time to stretch. That’s it, sweetheart! You’re a pro at this!”

“By baby number four, I should fucking hope so,” Ava panted, and laughter rang through the room.

“Stop pushing now, sweetheart. We don’t want a tear. Pant through it,” Dr Robbins said. “Good. Keep that up until the next contract-”

“Ava, baby! I’m here!” Jensen flew through the door, startling its occupants and tripping over his feet.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Ava fumed at her husband. “You landed almost two hours ago, which was looong before I had to start pushing!”

“I’m sorry, Princess. There was an accident on the freeway, and I was caught up in… oh my God, you’re crowning!” Jensen smiled as he reached his wife’s feet. Hilarie squeezed his forearm with a soft smile and moved out of the way to let the anxious father-to-be take centre stage. She rinsed a washcloth in cold water and wiped the sweat from Ava’s face, neck, and chest.

“Pleased to meet you, Daddy! I’m Dr Robbins. We’re glad you could make it. Momma up there was getting antsy and refused to push until you arrived! Obviously, her body had a better idea!” she giggled.

“I’ve never been at this end before, always up top,” Jensen smiled in fascination as he looked on in wonder.

“Well, you’re about to have a front-row seat. Ava sweetheart, are you ready to meet baby? We just need a couple more big pushes, and then you can meet this little angel.”

“Okay,” Ava nodded and gulped. “I swear to fucking God, Jensen, I am never doing this again!”

“You said that last time!” Jensen grinned. “Ouch!” he chuckled as Ava reared her bare foot up and kicked his chest with every ounce of strength she had to spare.

“You want me to add having sex to the list of things I’m never doing again, too? ‘Cause I fucking will!” she retorted. Jensen and Jeff shared an amused look at each other.

“Wrong time to joke about that. Got it,” Jensen stroked her leg and kissed her knee. “I know this is our last one, Princess. So, let’s do this. You’re the strongest person I know. You’re a great mother, and this little one is so lucky to have you as their momma. Come on, Ava, you got this baby girl. I am right here, and I am so fucking proud of you,” Jensen cooed up at her.

Ava nodded at her husband and pushed with all her strength. Jeff bit back a yelp when she crushed his hands and hunkered down. He knew better than to show discomfort when a woman was giving birth. Hilarie smirked at her partner’s obvious discomfort and took the opportunity to ready her camera.

“There’s the head! Just a little more, Ava! You’re doing great, sweetheart! You’re almost there. We need one more big push!” Dr Robbins calmly said as she smiled up at Ava.

“Okay,” Ava panted. “I got this!” she ground down, squeezing Jeff’s hands impossibly tighter and yelling out in a mixture of tiredness, pain and the sheer force of her push.

“Shoulders are out! Torso… legs…” Dr Robbins was cut off by Jensen’s gasp.

“It’s a boy,” he muttered dumbfounded, barely noticing the camera flash in the room.

“What?” Ava asked, too caught up in the release of pressure from her lower abdomen and relief at hearing her baby's first cries.

“It’s a boy, Princess,” he repeated in pure wonderment. He smiled at his wife and moved to the top of the bed to hold her. Ava’s hand covered her mouth, trying to hold in her sobs.

“Are you sure? If you’re messing with me, Jensen, so help me…” Ava shut up as the doctor raised her baby up for her to see.

“Congratulations, Momma! You have a beautiful, perfect baby boy!” Another camera flash went off.

“That’s a penis!” Ava said in shock, and everyone laughed.

“Hell yeah, it is!” Jensen yelled with glee.

“We have a son!” she sobbed.

“Alright, Daddy, do you want to do the honours and cut the cord?” Dr Robbins asked with a smile.

“Absolutely,” Jensen chuckled, not taking a second to think about it. “I did this for all three of my girls. I’m sure as shit doing it for my boy!”

“Language, Jensen!” Ava scolded. “Not in front of the baby!”

“Really? After the tirade you’ve just been hurling at me? I’m sorry, son, but as you get older,” Jensen said as he cut the cord, “you’ll realise that Momma has a much bigger potty mouth than Daddy does!” he cooed at the tiny boy.

As soon as the cord was cut, Dr Robbins picked up their tiny bundle and placed him on his mother’s chest, ready for that first precious skin-to-skin contact to start the bonding process.

“Hi, baby boy. I’m your momma, and I’m so happy you’re here. Your daddy and I waited a long time for you. We never thought we’d be lucky enough to have a son! You’ve got a lot of big sisters, so you’ll have to bear with me while I figure out what to do with you,” Ava cooed as a fresh wave of tears ran down her cheeks. As soon as the newborn heard his mother’s voice, the tiny bundle stopped crying and settled with a sigh against his mother’s shoulder.

“Jensen? Is everything okay?” Donna asked when she picked up the phone. He knew it was late, and he was probably worrying his mom, but just like Ava’s parents, they’d forgive him for the early morning wake-up call as soon as he said his next words.

“I have a son,” Jensen said.

“Oh, my baby boy has a baby boy! Alan! Alan, wake up! It’s a boy! Put this on speaker so you can hear… Congratulations son! How is he? How’s Ava?”

“He’s perfect. Ava’s perfect. Everything’s perfect. I can’t believe I have a son!” Jensen sobbed. “She did amazing, mom. She was crowning when I arrived, so I didn’t miss it. He’s beautiful. Eight and a half pounds and twenty-one inches long. She went into labour at about 10:30 last night and was born at 4:12 this morning. Ava’s doing great. She’s trying to feed him just now before they both get some well-deserved rest.”

“10:30?” Donna said, shocked. “Right after Talking Dead went off the air?”

“I know! Can you believe it!” Jensen laughed.

“Congratulations, son,” Alan said, his voice thick with emotion. “Does the little guy have a name yet?”

“No, I uh…” Jensen paused and chuckled. “I didn’t even consider boy names! I was ready to suggest Maisie or Avery!” he laughed with his parents.

“We’ll look at flights to Atlanta and get the first one out,” Alan said. “Maybe my grandson will have a name by the time I get there, and we can have a proper introduction. And son?”

“Yeah, Dad?”

“Congratulations, kid. I’m proud of ya,” Jensen could hear the smile in his father’s voice.

“Proud of me? I didn’t do anything!” he chuckled.

“Yeah, you did, and you’re about to do more. You are a wonderful man, husband, and father. I know fathers have a special bond with their daughters, but you are about to experience a whole new level of fatherhood. That boy will look up to you, copy everything you do and learn everything from you. I have no doubt he’s in the best hands,” Alan’s voice cracked, and Jensen shed even more tears.

“Thanks, Dad. That means a lot to me. I’ll see you guys soon.”

“We love you! Do you need us to pick anything up? Or check in with the girls?” Donna asked.

“Nah, we’re good. I’m gonna head home in a couple of hours to shower and see the girls. If Ava’s up to it, I’ll bring them back with me to meet their brother,” he chuckled again at the knowledge he had a son.

“Well, give Ava our love, and we’ll see you all soon, son,” Alan said.

“Well, that’s the family updated. Everyone sends their congratulations and can’t wait to meet their grandson and nephew. Our parents are getting on the first flights they can to Atlanta.” Jensen smiled as he returned to Ava’s room, seeing his son feeding from his mother’s breast. My son! My boy! That was something he never thought he’d have after the strong feminine gene that seemed to run in his wife’s family. Their families couldn’t comprehend it either, asking him several times if he was joking.

“Yeah, I didn’t think we could keep them away from this surprise!” Ava giggled softly. She was glowing, gorgeous and serene. Pregnancy had always looked good on her, but nothing seemed to make her shine brighter than nurturing and nourishing the babies they created.

“So, we need a name for this little guy. It didn’t even occur to me to think of boy names,” Jensen chuckled as he pulled a chair over to her bed to watch in awe as his son had his first meal.

“Yeah, me neither, but I’ve been thinking a little, and I wanna run something past you,” Ava smiled.

“Okay, shoot,” Jensen said as he ran a finger over his son’s rosy cheek.

“Well, I’d like him to have my dad’s name as his middle name,” Ava began.

“Absolutely!” Jensen agreed without hesitation.

“And I was thinking of going with a ‘J’ name. He looks like you, so he looks like a ‘Jay’.” She smiled at her baby boy, and Jensen smiled lovingly down at them. He gently gripped her chin and tilted her face to meet his, pulling her in for a soft kiss.

“Hmm, what about Jamie?” Jensen asked.

“Too Game of Thrones,” Ava responded. “Jackson?” she suggested.

“He doesn’t look much like a Jackson,” Jensen said, tilting his head to look his son straight on.

“You’re right. What about…” she paused and scrunched her brow in concentration. “Jacob?”

“Oh, I like that one. Let’s keep that as a maybe,” Jensen smiled as Ava lifted their newborn onto her shoulder to gently wind him.

“What about Jayden?” Jensen puts the name he’s had in his head since he walked back into the room on the table for discussion. Ava smiled with glee.

“Yes!” she said as she lifted her son from her shoulder and nestled him back in the crook of her arm. “Welcome to the world, Jayden Robert Ackles! Mommy and Daddy love you so much, and your sisters will be all over you, spoiling you rotten! You, baby boy, will be the luckiest little brother in the universe!”

“Damn right!” Jensen smiled as Jayden settled down to sleep.

“Hey,” Ava said softly. “How about you get that shirt off and have some skin time with your boy? I’m gonna get a couple hours of sleep before he needs to be fed again.”

“That’s a great idea, Princess!” Jensen responded as he pulled his black t-shirt off and carefully lifted the baby onto his chest. He settled them both in the rocking chair and softly sang Simple Man. Ava smiled as she snuggled into the bed and watched contentedly for a while before she drifted into a deep sleep.

New Message in Brothers in Arms chat:

Jensen: There’s someone I want to introduce y’all to.

Guys, meet my son, Jayden Robert Ackles. Born October 30th, 2018, at 4:12am. 8.5lbs, 21in. Momma and baby boy are perfect.

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reverxnce · 2 years

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@theelectusrex

“Pray tell me why you are here informing me and not my manservant, Ezekiel?” Truth was Merlin was in the field again collecting herbs for Gaius leaving him alone with his thoughts. He was looking out of the window in his chambers with a foot on the sill. A look of annoyance crossed his features as he turned towards Brown. “Just because you’re my father’s favorite, doesn’t make you mine. I have a manservant. He might be clumsy and a complete fool but he’s mine.” Was he getting semi possessive over his lover? Yes, but no one knew that besides him.

“N-No, of course, your Highness, I understand it’s not ideal,” he looked off to the side, awkwardly wringing his hands. He didn’t like that he had become Uther’s favourite, that he had been pressured into staying here after what was supposed to be only a brief visit - a service to which he had been requested based his good reputation. He didn’t want to be a royal favourite. He wanted to be back in his Church, with his garden, his books and warm fireside. He wanted to go home.

“I am here informing you, sire, because I was at hand,” he said simply. If it helps, I don’t want to be here anymore than you do - took a lot of strength not to say that out loud. With a cautious step closer, he made a discreet glance out the window to where Arthur had been looking, laying eyes upon the manservant in question - ah, herb collecting. How he missed that. The herbs in his own garden were probably withering by now.

“Do you think Merlin might need a hand out there?” He asked almost longingly, forgetting himself momentarily amid his wandering thoughts.

#Ayyy thank youuu!<3 #theelectusrex

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wisteriaandwafers · 3 years

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Shorts List

Two months ago I made a list of series and said I would make one for shorts, oneshots, drabbles, two-parters and such, next time I put off actual work. But like the true queen of procrastination that I am, I procrastinated on that too.

I would like to thank all the authors on this list and some that are not (bc I forget stuff), I really appreciate you for giving me little pockets of joy. Some of these are older that I keep in my mind and some newer that are so fun.

They are mostly of the soft and cute variety because I’m soft and I love love. Here you go babes

You are responsible for what you read. Take a peek at the warnings.

Mayans M.C.

Miguel Galindo

Indulge in the fantasy of meeting a rich man. I mean he runs a drug empire but that might be your thing... idk your story 🤷‍♀️

Open house by @perfumeofsighs

I just really enjoyed this one. The writing...*mwah*

Are we on a date right now by @brattyfics

One of the first Mayans fics I read on here and I still love it

Tightrope 2 by @mrsamaroevans

Part 1 is slightly angsty but it gets really sweet in 2

Our life is golden by @sheeshgivemeabreak

This is one of the ones that is not cutesy but it’s really good so...

Ezekiel “Ez” Reyes

I wonder when all of the fic writers decided that that he is always a best/long time friend. I wasn’t invited to this meeting but I so enjoy the spoils

Adore you by @starrynite7114

This one is love and peace embodied. Makes me smile always

Let me sleep by @drabbles-mc

This one is so cute.

Something Real by @challengeahellcat

They’re on a roller rink date. Nuff said

Prisoner and this one by @everyhowlmarksthedead

It’s so warm and cute.

Teasing by @angelreyesgirl

This one makes me smile all big all the time

First day of school by @spookys-girl

Johnny “Coco” Cruz

Cleanse your minds of present day Coco with very cute Coco fics

My little gangster by @sadeyesgf

This one resides in a special place in my heart. Also it reminds me of Cat joining a gang in victorious

This drabble by @withmyteeth

You know what do yourself a favour and read the entire drabbles masterlist.

Funfair date by @mayans-sauce

Go and be assaulted by cuteness

It was always you by @whatupitsastarrynite

It’s long time love and such. they had a reblog war that created this gem

Angel Reyes

He doesn’t have a nickname. Sad.

Pure love by @rebelwrites

What a smiley fic

The 7th Floor by @yourwonkywriter

Confession fic.

TikTok prank by @jeonsblackgf-writes

It’s just funny 😄

Nestor Oceteva

I so enjoy the way writers create situations like we know anything about the man

This one by @everyhowlmarksthedead

He threw a taco at a cop

No sugar for me by @nestors-whore

This one is not really nestor-centric but his reaction is so funny so

My favourite things by @crimsonheart01

Some More

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens

There were no smiling gifs of Erik. Then I remembered that fic Erik is very different than how the movie went

You Good 2 by @cecereads209

It’s a meet cute type situation and so lovely

Baby Fever? by @blackgirlimaginesmarvel

It’s a platonic coupling but still very cute and funny

Cranky by @kittehkwrites

Lesson in not skipping nap time. Very adorable

Kevin Atwater

Sweet tooth by @crushed-pink-petals-writes

There’s a bakery and sweets involved. My little baker heart loves this

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Confession : I haven’t even finished the show but a lot of people I follow reblog and then I read

Crush by @charcoocheurie

The little sister has a crush and it’s so witty and cute.

Letty Cruz

Letty Cruz the beautician by @isisafrofairy

Also because she makes very gorgeous mood boards that have inspired or been inspired by authors

Finally,

This is my love letter to gif makers, I don’t know how you do it but I love you for it and appreciate you. I know for a fact that some of my favourite fics would not have been possible without your work so... Most of them are multi fandom, but I’m referring to Mayans mostly.

@shadesalvarez

Her work is so gorgeous and she hosted Mayansmcweek. And she’s obsessed with Danny Pino and I enjoy that. Also, can you say speed

@thesewickedhands

Because I enjoy her obsession with Coco Cruz very much

@angels-reyes

Because even though, they don’t make gifs anymore, theirs are still some of the most used

@lunapascal

Because they gif while scenes that are always so pretty

@ortizobsessed

Seems like they’re always telling a story in the sets

@hvitserkk

Is very artsy in their editing and that’s fun for me

@angel-reyes

Because they have the funniest Ez Angel interactions giffed and I enjoy that

@haydenpanettieres

Because they do so many Ez and Gabi moments and I’m obsessed with that pairing

@mitchmarnii

Because they do character sets for all your needs

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apexland · 3 years

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Bloodhound x Reader

Warnings! Swearing, Violence

Might be a few errors here and there, still need to go through it properly!

Preparing for the drop every legend had a different pre-game ritual that helped get them in the zone before the beginning of every match, some more questionable than others such as Octane who uses the time for gaming, completely strange but I think it would be more concerning to see him sitting still or the likes of Revenant who always disappears before the drop, Mirage always says he’s away skinning something or doing something murderous. Bloodhound though they have always been a scary legend to come face to face with in battles, before every match they sit sharpening the edge of axe that they always carried along with them. Bloodhound always kept their cards close, never giving much away and I think that was the scariest part, being unpredictable. At least with Dr. Caustic you knew he wanted to watch you die a slow and painful death within his toxic gas.

My ritual before the drop was listening to music, eyes closed, I found it easier than talking to the people I was about to face off with in the arena - it made it easier to pull the trigger without hesitation.

As I let out sigh I took out my ear buds, knowing from experience the exact time of the drop, opening my eyes I was met with the blank stare of Bloodhounds mask from across the room the slight red glare that stained the glass looking right back at me.

I peeled my eyes away once the squads flashed up on the screen. “Race you to the LZ” Octane’s rang out from beside me as we stepped on the platform. I rolled my eyes at him.

“You know we don’t have to race if we are on the same team Silva” He was still jumping on the spot the sound of his legs clanking against the ground.

“Where’s the fun in that amigo?”

“Let’s break some circuits” Wattson giggled from the other side of me. “Man, I really need to get a phrase” I said, fixing the strap of my boot, before the floor began to open and we were lowered above the destroyed land of World’s Edge, a chaotic mix of the epicentre that lay thick with snow, the dome that was surrounded by deadly lava - making it all the more scarier to fight near it, one wrong move and you would be cooked.

Octane - the adrenaline junkie that he is decided that fragment west would be the best option. The most popular landing spots amongst old and new legends and the spectators favourite spot to see a quick bloodbath. But, luck was most defiantly not on my side today scouting two floors and still having no weapon was not ideal.

“I need a weapon” I said over the comms, sighing at all of the ammo that was one the floor but no gun.

“There’s a Mozambique here” Wattson’s voice came back over the comms.

“Hey! Isn’t that Chey’s line” Octane laughed. I picked up a few more syringes and cells before letting out a sigh followed by a quiet ‘dibs’. It was a good gun but nothing compared the dominant R-99 or the Volt, which judging by my luck the enemies would already be kitted with.

We moved to another building but it was long before the sound of footsteps sounded around us. “We’ve got friends here” I said quietly, a glimmer of luck started to appear when I found a hemlock of the lack of heavy ammo was disappointing.

Wattson had put up her fences, the loud sound of the burning electricity warned the enemies off slightly. I peaked through one of the barred windows, spotting wraith who was focused on another door of our building I took the shot but she was quick to phase away.

“Careful Horizon’s probably going to throw her ultimate over here” I warned my squad mates but Wattson quickly replied “I’ll take care of that”

“Wattson now!” I shouted as I seen newt being thrown towards us along with the deadly gas of caustic but luckily the pylon zapped them both down.

“Let’s go!” Octane yelled as he jammed the syringe into his leg before speeding off and we quickly followed, “Watch for traps Silva” I said, trying to catch up with him. I spotted Wraith trying to portal them out of the building, taking it back as she got the warning in her head. I quickly placed down on of my spike traps, pressure sensitive that once stepped on will send a deadly spike usually through the leg disabling the legend, which is exactly what it had down to Caustic as he was the next one to appear through the rift.

Quickly taking him out, not giving him a chance to put down one of his traps as he muttered a ‘damn you’. Focusing back on the other two, Octane was already pushing to the building along with Wattson and taking care of the rest of the squad.

Finally getting better loot, I started feeling more positive about the match until the sound of Bloodhounds scan and us being in range. “Shit” I whispered. “We need to move now!”

We scrambled back into the building, but Wattson had been took down by a triple take, I looked behind be to see the same stained red glass looking back at me as Bloodhound lifted their head from the scope of the sniper.

Quickly getting to work by putting down traps at the doors, taking a peak out of the barred window I quickly ducked back down as a bullet skimmed past my ear from the same gun that took Wattson out. I felt the blood from where the bullet grazed but my attention was diverted by the door across from me opening and then scream from Loba as the spike was deep in her leg, taking my chance I used the mastiff that I picked up from the other team to quickly end things.

One down, two to go.

“Careful Silva, Bloodhound has a triple take”

Rampart was the next of their squad to reveal herself as I heard the distant sound of a barrier being placed up along with Sheila’s red laser scanning the walls ready to shred someone apart.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” I groaned, just as another one of Bloodhound’s scan revealed us yet again.

“Can you distract them Silva?” Pulling out one of my most deadly traps, once it hit the ground it sends out a wave of spikes that usually without fail impales the enemy long enough for them to need to heal and just the perfect amount of time for me to take them amount.

There was silence from Silva before I seen the green flash of him flying across the other building from his jump pad, that must be the distraction. I quickly snuck out of the building as I heard them both firing at the adrenaline junkie, quickly pulling the pin of the trap with my teeth, I tossed it in the middle of the pair. Octane had went down because of being lasered with Sheila. Getting closer I finished off Rampart, but as I was about to search for Bloodhound, they found me.

The scary roar of his beast of the hunt sounded out.

Shit

Making a run for it, I didn’t get very far before a bullet got me right in the stomach, wheezing out for air at the sudden impact. Pulling myself up, my back leaning against the wall, the hunter came closer just like a predator stalking their prey.

They bend down in front of me but as I waited for them to put me out of my misery I felt a hand caress my cheek, confusion washed over me. The hand moved to ghost over the tried blood that had trailed down the side of area and followed the trail on to my neck, goose bumps appearing after every touch. “You fought well, felagi fighter” My heart was thumping, they were so close it was almost making me forget that I was basically bleeding out, which I eventually did but the comfort from the hound made it less painful.

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Waking up in the respawn chambers up, I sat up with haste but immediately feeling the pain in my abdomen which made all of the events from the match flood back to me. Did I imagine it? Did it really happen?”

Then it came to me.

Making my way to the control room, where the cameras got all the footage the process of editing and making sure it’s ready to be aired to the spectators. I knocked on the door waiting for a response before the door flew open.

“Hey Ezekiel, can you get me my body camera footage from the last match” He looked at me with a tilt of his head”

“Sur- is everything ok?” He asked, looking at me with concern.

“Yeah, I just missed a few shots and want to review the footage in training” He nodded before turning around and handing me a USB.

“Thank you, appreciate it”

Taking the drive and heading to my room before plugging it in and clicking on the file with my name labelled on it. Skipping all of the footage until I got to the last fight. It did happen and I didn’t imagine it, I closed the screen of the laptop before biting my nail trying to think of what I should do.

Was I overthinking everything? But they didn’t kill me. They should have, like they had done to both of squad mates.

“Hey Anita, have you seen Bloodhound?” The solider was sat down with one of the weapon manuals that was lying around the communal area, building on her already extensive knowledge of every weapon to ever be created.

“Last time I seen them was in the training yard” I gave a quick nod. “Thanks, Anita”

“You’re welcome FNG” Pausing as I looked at her. “I’m not the new one anymore, you said you’d stop calling me that”

She shrugged at me “It took you long enough to figure out what it meant, you think I am just going to let that go”

I rolled my eyes at her mumbling ‘funny’, followed by a laugh from Anita “You’re right it is” She always loved when people didn’t follow her military talk, it meant she could basically speak in her own language without anyone knowing it was meant to make fun of them.

Making my way to the training yard I pushed the door open, there was few other legends training but everyone usually kept well spaced apart because nobody wanted to get dropped in the training yard, that would be embarrassing.

I spotted the tall frame of the hound, they were on one the last rows.

Stopping behind them as the Raven’s bite axe flew to the target landing right on the dummy’s heart, I swallowed. Quickly putting my fear aside before I looked like an idiot just standing ther-

“How can I assist you?” Their voice rang out. Of course Bloodhound already new I was here, walking to the target they collected their axe finally looking at me as they walked back to their original standing position.

“Ah- I just wanted to ask you something” I said, trying to look anywhere but at the intense gaze that was starting back at me. They nodded, giving me the go ahead to continue.

“Why didn’t you kill me” I asked

“Did you want me to kill you?” They asked, sounding almost puzzled. I let out a sigh “No- I don’t mean it like tha-” I stopped myself, feeling like an idiot I should have just left it alone.

Bloodhound tilted their head “You know, never mind- it doesn’t matter” but as I was about to walk off i felt a hand on my wrist, stopping me suddenly. “If it is bothering you, tell me” Bloodhound came closer, the close proximity throwing me off once again.

“Like you did with Wattson and Octane” I paused for a second trying to ignore how close they were to me and gather my thoughts “You took them right out, with no mercy- but you waited with me”

“I didn’t want you to suffer” They spoke, the hand came up to push my hair behind my ear, revealing the small stitches on the top of my ear caused from the triple take bullet. The same movement had that they had done in the match brought back the same feelings, causing me to hold my breathe trying to keep my composure.

Their hand moved to my stomach grazing over the same area of where they had shot me. “The same reason I shot you here, because it would only wind you and the pain would be minimal”

The touch sent Goosebumps all over my body, my heart hammering in my ears as I looked up at Bloodhound. “Why” I whispered, both of us lost in the moment because we had managed to get even closer barely any space between our bodies.

“You are special, the Allfather has blessed me with you” Their thumb tracing over my bottom lip then falling to my jaw tracing the few dotted cuts on it slowly, “that is why I could not kill you”

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