#just ​had to sneak that silly anton one in there

[whumpy-wyrms]

it’s my birthday so here’s some whump prompts! feel free to eat these up like birthday cake :)

whumpee being stuck in captivity for so long, unable to track the time or having their memory wiped so that they don’t remember when their birthday is or how old they are.

whumpee’s birthday is the only day when whumper is somewhat nice to them, giving them cake and presents, and spending the day doing whatever whumpee wants to do (except leaving, of course). whumpee has to savor this day as much as they can, knowing the next day will be filled with pain and torment again.

fae whumper who kidnaps whumpee by throwing them a birthday party. whumpee eats the cake not knowing that they’re now trapped there forever.

whumper getting whumpee as a birthday present. maybe they’re a scientist getting their first test subject, maybe they’re a vampire getting their first bloodbag. whatever the case is, whumper is excited and whumpee is terrified.

ghost whumpee who’s birthday continues to be celebrated by their friends, even after they died. they still feel loved and appreciated even if nobody can see or hear them.

ghost whumpee who’s birthday was forgotten or ignored after they died, never celebrated by the people who they thought cared about them.

multiple whumpees in captivity. whenever it’s one whumpee’s birthday, whumper leaves them alone but tortures the other whumpee twice as bad, and forces them to watch.

whumper having nobody to celebrate their birthday with so they kidnap whumpee.

whumpee who’s birthdays are more fun with whumper than anywhere else. whumper getting them their favorite birthday cake, presents they’ve always wanted, spending the day having the most fun whumpee’s ever had. whumper taunting them about how they like it here, and would never be this appreciated anywhere else.

whumpee getting kidnapped on their birthday, rescued on their birthday, recaptured on their birthday, or dying on their birthday.

whumper taunting whumpee during their birthdays. burning them with birthday cake candles, feeding them a cake they’re allergic to, or poisoning it, and taunting them about how another year has passed and nobody has come to rescue them.

whumper who celebrates their own birthday by torturing whumpee, saying it’s the least whumpee could do to give them a happy birthday.

whumper who loves to celebrate whumpee’s birthday, taking the day off and goofing around with them. whumper blowing up balloons and throwing them at whumpee, making their hair stand up from static electricity, or inhaling the helium to sound all squeaky. silly whumpers my beloved

whumper notices whumpee seems lonely, so for their birthday, whumper kidnaps someone new and gifts them to whumpee to keep them company.

whumpee who escaped captivity and is on the run. they’re living in the wilderness, unable to celebrate their own birthday and risk being found.

whumpee who’s birthday marks the end of a time loop. every time a year passes, they go back to the beginning and have to go through the whole year of being tormented by whumper all over again.

for caretaker’s birthday, whumper sends them the bloody remains of whumpee as a birthday present.

whumper forcing whumpee to eat parts of themself (or a loved one) for their birthday.

whumper cutting immortal whumpee open while they’re still conscious and feeling everything, burning candles in their flesh and cutting them up to eat instead of eating a birthday cake.

#just ​had to sneak that silly anton one in there #wyrms whumps #whump #birthday whump #whump prompt #whump idea #whump scenario #whump trope #whump prompts #whump blog #whump community #carewhumper #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #ghost whumpee #character death #captivity whump #sadistic whumper #fae whumper #multiple whumpees #cannibalism #kidnap whump

[riizewrld]

꒰ঌ ◜⁺⋆⋎⋆⁺◝ ໒꒱

arguments with bf!RIIZE / how they would be in an argument ! (eunseok,sungchan,seunghan&anton)

໒꒱ warnings: mentions of yelling, and slight physical aggression. crying ? very mild imo.

part two here!

eunseok:

the argument started because of something silly. he probably teased you too much that day and accidentally struck a nerve. he notices the way you stop smiling and glare at him. the way you went from being fully engaged in conversation with him to only mumbling flat “mhm” s in order to sound interested. you were trying to keep your cool at least until you got home. you didn’t want to risk ruining your first date night in nearly a month by arguing in public. by the time you get home eunseok knows why you’re being standoffish but he can’t stop himself from asking you what’s wrong in the same teasing voice that ticked you off in the first place. you honestly can’t do it anymore and lose it. you’re turning around so fast to address him, you almost get whiplash. you’re in the middle of taking your heels off by the door so you’ve got a heel clutched tightly in one hand. you feel so tempted to launch it at your all too smug boyfriend. you go from giving this man the silent treatment, to yelling at him within the span of a couple seconds. he’s a bit shocked by how fast you check him but he expected it. he’s fully aware that you have no problem snapping at a mf when necessary. eunseok is incredibly calm during the argument, only interjecting to say like 5 words at a time. he’s the type to only reply to 1/10th of you stuff you say and it infuriates you to the point that you’re literally pushing and shoving him practically backing him up into a wall. he tries so hard not to smirk when you smack his chest, only doing like -1 dmg. he knows you’d only be more upset. it reaches a point where you’re shaking and out of breath, and he starts to feel really bad since he knows he caused this. you’re working yourself up so much he’s not even sure if you’ll forgive him afterwards. eunseok’s realizing he should’ve just apologized before y’all had even gotten home. in one swift movement he’s grabbing your wrists, to stop you from hitting him and pulling you into in chest. one hand is clasped around your wrists while the other sneaks around you waist while he mutters his apologies. he’s like “i know baby and i’m sorry. it won’t happen again” he’d kiss your hands and sweet talk you. effectively dissolving your anger. he definitely needs to work on controlling his urge to annoy you

sungchan:

arguing with sungchan gets heated to say the least. you’re both very passionate people, never too quick to yield to one another when is comes the the serious stuff. the tension is obvious between the two of you even before the argument starts. you’re both quieter than usual. sungchan had invited you over to the dorm to hang out with him the boys since y’all were unable to see each other for a while. him too caught up in group promotions and you extremely busy trying to balance school and a work. the stress turns you both into ticking time bombs. you and sungchan are in the kitchen, you’re cutting up fruit for the boys who are all gathered in the living room playing games and chatting. sungchan leans on the countertop keeping you company and stealing bites from time to time. you’re a little annoyed by it and you jokingly mutter something along the lines of “if i knew you were gonna bring me here to serve as a housemaid i wouldn’t have come over”. your tone is admittedly snappier than you intended. sungchan is dumbfounded, freezing mid-chew as he processes your words. he tries to tell himself it’s not that serious but the immense stress he’s been under lately seems to have affected his self control. he turns to you with a frown. “well damn, i didn’t realize you’d rather be at home doing stupid homework than hanging out with your boyfriend.” he tosses his unfinished piece of fruit back onto the plate where you had nicely arranged them for the others. although you know you started it, you can’t help but take offense to his accusation. you drop the knife you’re using for the fruits and it falls to the floor with a loud clang. you’re staring him dead in the eye. and that’s literally all it takes to start a full blown fight. you storm off to his room to gather your stuff. sungchan’s so pissed he doesn’t even realize that the others basically heard the whole thing. he hadn’t seen you in person for about a week and when he does make an effort to spend time with you , you complain? he doesn’t understand it. anton looks like he’s seen a ghost as he examines sungchan from the living room area. he mutters a soft, “hyung.” that goes unanswered due to sungchan beelining to his room right after you. the door to his room slams with a force hard enough to shake the building. the members exchange shocked looks, all frozen and not sure what to do. the moment you and sungchan can be heard yelling at each other through the wall, shotaro leaps into action, getting up from the couch in a blink of an eye. seunghan follows close behind, knowing he might need help to get y’all to chill out. (imagine seunghan holding your arms and being like “noona, calm down.” with his pretty lips while trying to block your view of sungchan AJSJAJSJ—sorry he’s so?!) the argument gets so bad that they literally have to drag sungchan out of the room because you won’t stop going back and forth. once shotaro manages to get the two of you apart, you’re grabbing your stuff and leaving the dorm. hot, frustrated and teary eyed, you don’t even bother to say bye to the other guys. as soon as the door slams shut sungchan is bawling is eyes out. crying into shotaro’s shoulder about how sorry he is and how he should’ve controlled his temper in front of everyone. needless to say it’s very intense.

anton:

similarly to eunseok he’d be quiet during the argument but for different reasons. if you and anton were to argue the subject matter would probably be a lot more serious. i don’t see him arguing over petty things. he cares too much and is actually quiet sensitive. the argument probably starts while you two are having a serious conversation about the state of your relationship. you’re telling him how you feel like he’s been distant lately. he gets somewhat offended but doesn’t show it. he just can’t believe you’re basically saying that he been neglecting you after all the time and energy he’s poured into your relationship while also trying to maintain his image as an idol. it’s hard enough being an idol, let alone an idol in a public relationship. he’d let you continue to air your grievances and listen to you completely uninterrupted. he’d say his piece, all the while making sure he’s not aggressive about it as to not upset you. y’all would either agree and move on to the next point or y’all would disagree and the cycle would repeat. the two of you argue in a matter of fact way, and it’s easier that way since you don’t get too emotionally involved. anton never wants you to end up more upset after you guys talk things out than you were before. despite the subject matter you two would either work it out then and there, or y’all would take some time apart before rediscussing the issue.

seunghan:

an argument with seunghan would be extremely frustrating. you’re trying to state a problem and offer a solution and all he’s doing is lovebombing and apologizing. as much as i love him and think he’d be the sweetest bf ever, i do feel like he might have issues staying committed to you unless you’re his soulmate (sorry!). he’s the fall in love at first sight type that falls out of love even quicker. he’s verrry popular with the ladies. he’s always female friends and for that reason he’d have trouble establishing boundaries with other women. with all of that said you’d likely be arguing with him about him letting another girl be close to him. seunghan is so adamant that she’s just a friend and that they’ve known each other since elementary school. but you know how women think and you know with your whole being that she wants him. while you’re stating reasons why you believe so, he’s denying each and every one without even hearing you out. he’s only focused on ending the argument. he’s got his arms around you, trying to coddle you, hoping you’d just choose to trust him and drop the conversation. you tell him that inevitably, if he keeps allowing his female friends to be physically close with him they’re gonna see that as him being open to the possibility of more intimate relations. seunghan has the audacity to scoff as if you aren’t making perfect and logical sense. he’s wrapping his arms around you tighter now and pressing a kiss you your cheek. “no thats impossible, they know I only want you.” you roll your eyes because …do they?! you’re becoming unbearably frustrated with him not really listening and forcing affection on you. you stop seeing the point of trying to reason with him and go silent. seunghan thinks maybe you’ve decided to take his word for it and thinks the argument is over. so he’s extremely confused when you’re forcing your way out of his arms and leaving the room. “seunghan stop, just let go-” you say firmly before leaving him by himself in the middle of your apartment. arguments often go unresolved between two of you and usually get brought up over and over again due to his unwillingness to address certain issues.

/got carried away while writing sungchan’s. might do the other members once i get more ideas. ty for reading. feedback very much appreciated. can you guys tell i’m from texas?? the YALL’S ಠ_ಠ. i can’t help it.

#riize #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize smut #riize angst #riize sungchan #riize eunseok #riize seunghan #riize anton #anton x reader #sungchan x reader #eunseok x reader #seunghan x reader #riize shotaro #shotaro x reader #riize wonbin #wonbin x reader #sohee x reader #riize sohee

[chuurroez]

𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻.

'⁀➷ pairing :: anton lee x gn!reader

'⁀➷ genre :: angst

'⁀➷ summary :: you thought that you and your best friend's relationship was more than silly movie marathons, video calls, and gaming sessions, it was a stupid thought, you will always be more than a friend, but less than a lover to him.

'⁀➷ notes :: first fic in a few months! sorry if i chose angst insteadof fluff, 3/5 of the fics in progress are angst LMAO. well, i hope you enjoy reading this fic! took like about an hour and a half on this? i have school tomorrow i should've done my homework but whatever :)

'⁀➷ word count :: 1155

You saw a glimpse of sunlight sneaking through your close curtain from your window, then you realized, you once again cried yourself to sleep again thinking of Anton Lee, the man of your dreams. No, nightmares, being with him every single day and having to contain those stupid butterflies in your stomach every time you eat, play, and hang out with him makes it so frustrating. Why was he like this? Did the gods from above have a grudge against you to send someone like him? Whatever it was, you hated it. You couldn't wait to go home from school after 9 horrifying and lovestruck hours seeing and being with him. You didn't even know why you were so excited to go home, it was worse! Maybe it was the fact you didn't have to see his frustrating but so damn cute smile of his, or you didn't have to see hundreds of girls try and give him letters and chocolates of their own. You didn't care anyways, right? Your relationship would never budge out of the middle between friends and lovers.

As you got ready for school, you thought to yourself, "Just a few more months until we part ways right? I wouldn't have to deal with this cycle again and again?" but you were oh so wrong, the fact that the both of you would part ways for college made your life excruciating. "Whatever", you thought to yourself, "I'll just cherish these last few months with him, i guess!". You got yourself together, said goodbye to your parents, and went outside to see Anton, waiting outside for you. "It's 6:30 in the morning, did this cycle really have to start now?", you told your mind.

"What are you doing here Anton? It's so early and you're like almost always late for school? Is this even the real you? I'm surprised", you told the boy. "You told me you needed help studying for the math test we had? I heard from Hanni that it was 80 items, gosh i hate math.", he replied. "Oh, Hanni. I heard she likes you? It's pretty obvious that she likes you, I mean, she always wants to partner up with you and gives you snacks! The both of you would be good for each other!", you say with regret, why would you say that? It just lessened your chance to be with him, but its not like you had one to begin with. "You are right, but I'm not interested in anyone right now, all I care about is getting my grades up and trying my best to get into Yonsei! It's one of the best universities here in Korea!" , he followed. He really was perfect, caring, handsome, loving, and cares about his grades. No wonder hundreds of girls fell for him, you included. "Well, with how you're doing currently, you'll get in, in no time! Let's go now! We have a math test to review for!", you told him before the both of you walk to school.

.

While on the way to school, Anton asked " What university are you thinking of enrolling in, y/n? You could try out for Yonsei as well! I know we'll both ace the entrance exams!", he said followed by a smile, the smile you hated but loved at the same time. "I could, but I'm thinking of going abroad? I feel like I could show more of my capabilities and talents overseas!" you responded. "I'm proud for you, y/n! I'm glad you're becoming better and better every single day!" Anton complimented, you smiled at him and before you know it, the two of you are already at the gates of the school and head for the school's library.

.

-time skip to after the exams-

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"That test was actually pretty easy! Don't you think Anton?", you asked him, "It was! I was surprised by how most of the things we reviewed for was actually there, haha!", he says happily. "It's lunch time, right? Let's head to the rooftop? I heard that since it's spring, the trees look absolutely stunning all the way up there!", you invite the boy to which he agrees. On the way up, Hanni bumps into you both, "Oh! Hi Anton, I was just looking for you, and hi y/n!", the girl says, to which the both of you smile and greet her as well but you knew damn well Hanni only looked for the both of you, for Anton. "I was just with Jiwoo and she told me to give this to you!" she announces and gives Anton a heart-shaped box with cookies inside and a letter on top. Hanni says her farewells to the both of you and you reach the rooftop and Anton decides to read the letter. "It was just another confession, I don't know why they won't stop! I already said again and again that I'm a study first type of guy. They just don't get it." the boy speaks, "But the cookies are good, here get some!", the boy adds. The both of you laugh and go back to the classroom just before the bell ran.

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-time skip again to after classes-

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Anton decided to walk you home after classes ended, and god did you hate it. You were fine being with him during the day but being with him after classes? You agreed, of course, I mean, what type of bestfriend would you be if you didn't? One the way home, Anton told you, "You know, I really see you more as a friend, you're just that someone I wouldn't mind being with, even if I didn't want to.", you tried your best to hide your blushing face by pretending to look for something in your bag, thankfully it worked. "Same! You're so kind and caring, it's almost hard to hate you if we were enemies." you reply, you hoped the thing you wished for was happening, but you knew that it wouldn't happen, "You're like, the bestest of all bestfriends in the entire world!" the boy tells you, with you saying you feel the same way with the same regretful feeling you felt earlier in the morning coming back again to torment you. You both reached your house and Anton said goodbye to you, you walked in your house feeling like a fool, you fooled yourself into thinking he'd feel the same way as you did. How stupid you were. You got ready to do your homework right after you got home, oh wait, you didn't, you went straight upstairs as you feel tears rolling down your eyes, you inevitably fell down to your bed as another crying session begins, was this your 4th or 5th one? Whatever, all your mind focused on was that you and Anton's relationship will always be glued in the middle, after all, the both of you were more than friends, but less than lovers.

#riize #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize anton #anton lee #lee anton #anton #riize angst #riize fics #angst #yveesning writes ! #anton x reader #anton lee x reader #lee anton x reader

[thatsgoodsquishy0]

WIP Wednesday!

Tagging: @fangbangerghoul @spookyspecterino @bearlytolerant @aro-pancake @aislingdmdt @silurisanguine @dryad-of-the-dogwood @5oh5 & YOU!! Share your WIP’s!!

What started as a silly little one shot babysitter au turned into something way more creatively powerful than I thought, and by that I mean this fucking idea has highjacked my attention morning, day, and night.

Needless to say, I’m very excited to share this with you!

A Reader/Sam Coe POV fic set during Sam’s younger years, in which he was a Freestar Ranger working with his wife, Lillian Hart, as the two (really one…) care for their toddler daughter, Cora. As circumstance, and impossible luck, would have it, you’re desperate for a place to stay and the Coe’s need a nanny. You take a shine to Cora and the kindness of The Coe’s, eventually realizing the toll Lillian’s absence has taken on both her daughter and husband. He’s charismatic, sweet, and undeniably lonely. His job no longer fulfills him and his wife seems to prioritize her career over her family. You want nothing more than to comfort him, show him the same kindness you were shown the moment they blasted through on that spaceship, the moment they untied your hands, the moment they saved you from a fate worse than death, the moment your history became their history — something not so easily shaken despite your new start.

But chemistry is a strange mistress, and so are the morals of the heart.

I hope you enjoy this little sneak peek!

“Anton,” you say, fighting the lump in your throat. “You’re late.” The ceiling light glared against his earrings, matching his dubious grin as he planted himself to the ground.

“Angel. It is so good to see you again,” his russian accent stung in your ears like a bee sting. “You remember Dmitri. Boris.” He motioned to the men that hung behind him like pack dogs. You’d only seen these men a few times during Anton’s benders, or was it the glow of their hungry eyes you saw against the blackness of the drug den? Even now, darkness cloaked their unkempt presence. The hairs on the nape of your neck stood up as they stared at you.

A rock hardened in your stomach the moment you spotted the twine loosely wrapped around Dmirtri’s hands.

“I — I just came for my books,” you barely managed.

“I know dat. I’m just surprised you aren’t happy to see me,” he frowned, like a scorned lover. His grin strengthened, excitement lining the sickness of his smile the moment you eyed the rope “Are you not happy to see Anton?”

The door shrunk away from you. Your feet froze, as if you’d just stepped in freshly poured concrete. As it hardened, you gulped down your breath, your heartbeat thundered inside your chest as you forced yourself to speak. “I’m — I’m here for my books.” A pause. None of the men moved. Your pulse sped up. “Where are they?”

“Tsk. Tsk. Why do you bother with such old things?”

“Anton — “

“I do not have your books. After you left them, I … realized, they are of no use to me.”

“W-What?” An ache filled the back of your throat as you imagined him dumping the books into the ocean, on a strange planet, burning them, literally anything that disposed of your hard work and history’s greatest literary callbacks. “Where are they?” You asked again, your teeth clenched and fists balled. Your eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“Nowhere you need to concern yourself with ever again.” He snapped his fingers. Dmiriti and Boris charged like bulls as if you held a red flag. Your limbs twitched as adrenaline pumped through your body. You dodged his henchmen’s grip and bolted towards the door. Your ankle twisted as you ducked their trap a second time, ignoring the sharp pain as you turned and bolted away. The exit was so close. You just had to keep moving.

#it started out with a prompt how did it end up like this #expect lots of angst and lots of filthy smut because why the fuck not #thank you to my lovely friends who greenlit the idea for me and encouraged me to see where it might go #coemancer #starfield fanfiction

[sfb123]

Hey there! In an attempt to spread some Writer Positivity, I'd like you to share five (or more, if you'd like to!) memorable quotes by your characters, across your fics!

They can be fun, silly, romantic, anything that exemplifies your writing! Thanks for sharing <3

OMG I love this ask, thank you so much for sending it!

The first one was a no-brainer, it's from a one shot I wrote called Housewarming Heart to Heart. The story gives some much needed closure to the MC/Drake romance arc, for those of us that chose Liam, and the quote is from Drake:

“When you and Liam told us about your engagement. I was so happy for both of you. And that’s all I felt. There was no jealousy, no sadness, I was just happy for my friends. That’s when I realized that I do love you, but in the same way that I love Liam or Savannah. As a best friend, as family.”

I have so many mushy/dreamy Liam quotes that it was hard for me to just pick one (I could have easily just done five of those). But I chose one from a two part story I did called Last Call.

“Love, I am positive without a shadow of a doubt, that no matter where our lives took us, we would have met. And do you know why I am so certain?” She shook her head, “Because you and I were put on this earth to be together. We exist for each other. That just happened to be the time and place where all of the stars aligned, and our lives became complete.”

One of the things I love to do is fix canon's dumb shit. Like I did in my story, The Final Goodbye. Here is a Riley quote from a much needed conversation with Liam toward the end of his engagement tour with Madeleine.

“Liam, remember during the social season, all of the times where we would sneak away, or you’d spend an extra couple of minutes with me? You would always tell me how you were being unfair to the other suitors, and you were breaking the rules.” He nodded, a small smile playing across his face at the memories of their time together. “Your feelings for me were making you do things that you never would have done before. That’s what this engagement tour has been for me. I made a promise to myself a long time ago that I would never be ‘the other woman’, I would never come in between someone else’s relationship…”

“But you were never…”

She put a hand up to stop him from finishing his sentence. “…I was never the other woman, because your heart belongs to me. I know, that was your way of rationalizing it, and I love you so much that I started seeing it that way too. I would make excuses, that it was only temporary until we found Tariq, that Madeline had told you it would be ok. And I know she did, but I shouldn’t have been ok with it. I compromised who I was, who I have been my whole life, because of my feelings for you. That’s not ok.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “Liam, I want to be with you, more than anything, but not if you’re married to someone else. I deserve to be the only woman in your life, and on your arm, for show or otherwise. If you can’t give me that, I need to walk away.”

Okay, another Riley quote, this time from my series Sapere Aude. It's a perfect snapshot of her relationship with Liam. They are always there to be the strength for the other when they need it, and to remind each other that they can get through anything together.

That’s why we’re going to take them down. Together. Just like Anton, just like Auvernal, just like Barthelemy, just like any other enemy that has ever, or will ever come our way. We are the King and Queen of Cordonia, Liam and Riley Rys. We are a force to be reckoned with.

Finally, I had to go with one more sappy Liam quote. This one is from a one shot I wrote called Stealing Moments.

“Love, I can honestly tell you I have never been better.” He placed a hand on her cheek. “Do you remember our first date? During the social season?” She nodded. “You asked me what my dream was, and I told you I wanted a real family, one that was close and listened to each other.” He paused, staring deeply into her eyes. “I have that, because of you Riley. You’ve made my dream, my heart’s desire, come true. Going into my social season, I had all but given up on falling in love, and assumed I would simply marry for duty. Then you uprooted your whole life to give me a chance at happiness. I will never be able to tell you how truly grateful I am for all that you have given me.” He placed a lingering kiss on her lips.

And for a bonus quote, I wanted to throw in something from one of the few TNA fics I've written. Everyone loves a good MC/twins moment, so I wanted to share this Mason quote from a Valentine's Day fic I wrote, Roses are Red.

“Dad says that on Valentine’s Day, you’re supposed to show the special people in your life how important they are to you. Besides dad, you’re the most special person we have.”

#writer asks #favorite quotes #choices #choices stories you play #the royal romance #the nanny affair #trr #tna #choices trr #choices tna #sam dalton x mc #liam x mc #trr fanfic #tna fanfic #trr fandom #tna fandom

[stardancerluv]

Tease

Part 7

Summary: You and Roman Sionis have started a relationship. There is a certain level of cat and mouse between the two of you, even if you are turning more into a cat these days.

Warning: Torture, daddy kink, stripping, blowjob, some fluff.

Roman Sionis x Reader

“Are we having fun tonight?” Roman hollered, as he walked back to the other two that still hung from the ceiling. His arms were out spread, only grunts escaped from around the tape gags.

“Let’s see. “ He went and looked at each one. Then he grabbed the one on the left. “Jared, why the fuck did you not let us combine forces?” The man grunted. “What? I can’t hear you?” He chuckled.

Roman just shook his head. He made a fast slash across the man’s face from one side to another. “How dare you think you can send a man to blow up my girl and I? Did you really think you could fill my shoes?” The man wriggled in pain.

As you watched him, knots of excitement continued in your stomach now. Part of you was still trembling inside from what you did but somehow you felt like you could take on anything.

“You don’t have the stomach for any of this.” He paused, as you drew closer.

“Slash him again, Roman.” You whisper.

He smirked as you encouraged him. “Alright.” This time when he reared back he slashed at the man’s stomach.

You watched as the red, blood welled up and began dripping down. As the pain intensified he wriggled and the blood began to fly. You stepped back.

“Ew. Now you are just making a mess of things.” He stepped back with you. “Victor, end him.”

The other one just shook and at this time was weeping. Going over to him, Roman saw the tears. “You are their bag man, you do their dirty jobs. You are fucking crying.” He shook his head. “Did ever care when others cried when they were within your grasp? Victor take care of this asshole.”

He wiped his knife on the weeping man’s shirt, closed it then tucked it back into his own pocket. He went over you. “Kitten let’s get the fuck out of here. I’m bored.

You happily, went to his side. Once outside he pulled you close. “Do you have any idea how good you looked?”

You giggled. “No.”

“Very.” Then he kissed you.

*****

“Roman?” You brushed his wet strands out of his hair. Loving the sight of him looking ruffled.

Hmmm? He slid you a look, as he made a questioning face.

You enjoyed just being cuddled up to him in the back as the lights of Gotham passed the two of you.

“Can we go up to the roof?” You gave him a mischievous look.

“Sure. We may just have to make a quick stop at my office or just merely get into the penthouse.” He winked at you.

You took Roman’s hand and placed it over your racing heart. “Who do I belong to?”

He smirked. “You are mine.” He growled.

You gently dragged his hand across and down your body. Opening yourself, you moved his hand so he could cup you. “Then hold what you own and feel what you do to me.” He squeezed you hard making you wince with pleasure. “Please, indulge me and go up to the roof.”

“Open a little further.” He moved his hand just so it hold you all the better. “Relax your legs till I say stop.”

“Stop.” You did, it added just the right amount of pressure, his thumb grazed you. It pulled a soft sound from you.

“Y/N, since you are mine, if I wanted to I could demand that you get me off right here and now.” He hissed.

You quivered, biting your bottom your lip you felt yourself grow wetter. “I know.”

“I don’t want my queen to feel cheap. So I will wait despite aching for you.”

You reached between his legs as exhilaration shot through you as you felt how hard he was.

“Oh, you are quite hard.” You whispered. He squeezed you again.

“Kitten, it is not a good time to tease me.”

You smiled and went back to being cuddled up to him. He felt him reach around and grab his phone.

“Is Anton, Roman here. I want you to bring one of the bottles of champagne up to the roof, along with say two of mine and two of Y/N’s drinks.”

“Yes! I know its raining.” Exasperation filled his voice but as it did he slid a finger into you. “Just put them on one of the tables that are under the gazebo.”

He met your eyes, loving how you squirmed under his touch. “Also bring up a fruit tray.”

“Thank you!” You shouted out.

“Hear that, Y/N is saying thank you! We’re about ten minutes out. Get to it.” Then he stuffed the phone back into his pocket. He saw your expression. “What?” The look of innocence washing over his face.

“Fuck you, Roman Sionis!” You practically growl but it sounds like a whimper before kissing him.

He kissed you back, he always enjoyed the taste of you. He chuckled. “I can tease just as hard.”

*****

Your heals clicked as the two of you ran from the car, to the club “Roman, I feel so silly.”

He hushed you. “I don’t want see anyone, I can’t be bothered with pleasing everyone tonight. I just want time for the two of us. You felt as if the two of you were sneaking in after curfew, as the two of you looked before making a run for the elevator. Tonight, the dynamic between you two had changed, you could feel it. It iswxcited you to your core.

It dinged and you two hurried in, Roman immediately hit the button to close the doors. Looking through your wet strands you, saw Roman’s now ruffled hair, strands sticking each way from the rain and running the two of you did. You itched to touch it. He caught you looking at him and smirked.

“You better get over here baby.” He gestured you with both hands as he leaned against the far corner of the elevator. You could taste your desire for him as he looked at you like that.

“So can you finally tell me now what you have planned?”

“You will have to wait and see.” You gave him a half smile.

You rested both hands your head against his chest as the two of you let the elevator climb its way to the roof.

*****

“That’s my chef.” Roman smiled as I looked be saw tbe spread that Anton had put out with his assistants. Everything was as it should, the cocktails were there along with the champagne and the fruit platter. He even had lit the fire pit since it was on fact raining along with some candles, that bad been nice touch.

“Roman, daddy go...sit enjoy one of your drinks ,” you urged.

“Alright.” Going over he lounged, like a lazy powerful cat legs And crossed casually sipping at his drink. He unbuttoned his suit jacket to be even more comfortable. He had put some fruit on plate, he grabbed a strawberry and nibbled at it. A sigh came from his lips, you did love these quiet moments just between the two of you without curious or judging eyes.

You went over and leaned against the far wall, of the gazebo he had especially built so they could have shelter from sun or in this case the rain. He saw you giving you a smile. “You dressed me today.”

“I did.” He smirked.

“I liked it.” You paused as you ran your hands from the collar to eventually smoothening the skirt.

“Now allow me to show you what I wore underneath it all for you.”

He watched as you untied the belt, slipping from the jacket. “You had discovered these much too soon.” You demurely, showed him where the garters held your stockings in place on your thigh before pushing down the skirt till it felt beside the suit jacket.

“Damn baby.” He said as he watched you, he finished the last of his first cocktail. “You chose very well for daddy.”

Languidly, you reached skyward as you stretched going on your tip toes still in your heals. Your blouse rode up a little. Reaching behind you, you easily unhooked your bra. Your breasts were still full and tight against the silky blouse you had worn. All of your wonderful womanly curves were there for Roman. Lastly, reaching back, you took off your heals.

You went over to him every part of you was attuned to him, you wanted him more then ever. All that had happened tonight made you exhilarated in ways you could not explain. You felt incredibly alive.

Reaching and gently you urged him to uncross his legs. Easily you went between his legs. With how he sat there, he looked like the king that he was.

“My pretty girl. Look at you.” Reaching over, he let his hand drift down and caress you over you shirt. More of it stuck to you due to the rain. You made a soft sound, loving his touch moving along with his touches.

With his other hand, he reached and grabbed He one of your cocktails. “Do you want some?” You nodded.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

Leaning against him, you did and gently he pour some into your mouth. He made sure you were able to swallow it all.

“Are you hungry baby?” You nodded.

He gave you a smile, first he offered you a strawberry then a few blueberries, “There’s my baby.” Holding a small stem of the grapes he let you bite those off.

“That is good for now,” You told h you know I would im demurely as you grabbed his second drink. “Here you go.” You gave it to him with a smile.

As he took a sip you gently took the hem of your blouse and slipped it over your head.

Not wanting to break the kiss, but you gave him a demure look as you reached over, then handed him his other martini. As he drank it you let your hands caress your way up his legs. Though you waited in touching him where you were sure he wanted you to touch him as much as you wanted to.

Letting, your hands continued to move over him. He finished his drink. Sitting closer, you let yourself brush against his, as your hand found his knife nestled there. Reaching in, you wrapped your fingers around his knife and took it out. “I loved using this today. But I need it for a moment longer.” Shifting you stood, opening his knife so it was fully open, you let the rain wash it clean.*

“Oh? And what could you possibly need it for?”

You then very barely let it graze your skin, you were very aware of how sharp it was. Easily you traced the edge of where the panties sat, you pulled it away from you, then you let the blade slice. The panties fell to the ground by your feet.

Walking over you closed his knife with a metallic click, then you handed it back to him. In a move that took your breath he took it and managed to pull you to him and onto his lap with a gasp.

“This where you fucking belong.” He wrapping and his arms around you, he kissed you hard on the lips. He reinforced who was in control with that kiss that made your melt.

His hands wandered, making you breathless as wandered where they would come to rest. You gasped and called out as he snapped one of the garters. “That hurts.” You whimpered at how it smarted but it also excited you, he knew this.

“You have been so bad, teasing daddy.” He snapped another garter. “Daddy practically cam in his pants watching you. Would you have wanted that?”

“No.”

“Daddy is only suppose to cum in or on you, whether its here.” He said, idly as his thumb caressed your lower lip and you jumped as he cupped you. “Oh in here.”

You licking your lip, you took his thumb into your mouth. You nibbled and sucked on it alittle. You looked at him coyly, you pulled a loud moan from him, it pull a moan from him as he ground you against his hard on that you had felt growing under his

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A musketeers rewatch (that nobody asked for) 1x05

(in which Porthos is adorable and Athos is a bit of an ass) 

We open with Porthos waking up after a night of PARTAAAY and looking very confused in the middle of the street

In the memory of last night, Aramis adjusts his whiskers before Porthos takes the shot at his head! That’s a cute detail! 

Some red guards walk in on Porthos lying on the street next to a dead body and arrest him. Quite reasonably, given the situation.

Porthos says he needs a decent lawyer. So it looks like courts and lawyers do indeed exist in show canon.

THE JUDGE IS SIMMERSON!! 

Lmaoo, Porthos says he took a walk to admire the beauty and serenity of Paris after dark and the whole court laughs. And Porthos just looks kind of sad and bashful, almost like he really meant it! Awwww!

Porthos doesn’t know how old he is! Oh god that’s so sad! I’d forgotten and I wish I had not been reminded!

Oh gosh! The judge sentences Porthos to death and says that the sentence is to be carried out immediately. And Treville points out that this is irregular and he will lodge an appeal with the king! See Athos, you can’t just string someone up like that! 

4 red guards die trying to drag Porthos to his execution under that racist judge’s orders. 

And Dart shoots one of the people from the Court of Miracles, who has a fleur de lis on his neck, which Athos calls “the mark of a criminal”. I’m actually kind of glad Milady doesn’t have it in this version cause like, how did he not see before she fell from the horse?? They’d had sex!

Athos, Aramis and D'artagnan are chased out of the Court by peasants banging pots and pans! And, okay, some meat cleavers and such xD

Louis wants to clear out the Court and I can’t exactly fault him for it? I mean, there are things to say about gentrification here, but it is a violent lawless place, I’m sure it’s not pleasant to live there.

Treville: “One of my musketeers-” Richelieu: “Mistook a man’s head for a melon and shot it off.” - Richelieu is funny! I never really noticed that before!

MELONCHOLY BUSINESS!!! 

“Buy and instrument, you have the hands of a musician.” - Athos you dick! Getting out of poverty is not that easy, have you still not learned. 

Dartagnan voices the possibility that Porthos may be guilty, totally by accident and Aramis gets all up in his face “THIS IS PORTHOS!”. #husbands

CSI: Musketeers is always good! Detectives Aramis and D'artagnan on the case! They even visit the morgue! 

FLEA!!!

Athos sneaks into the Court and beats up some residents! Only with a gun to his head does it occur to him to say he’s looking for Porthos. Ass!

Now he insults the person whose help he needs. Well done Mr Arrogant Nobleman, making friends wherever you go. 

ANTON LESSER!! He’s playing the evil dad of the dead guy!

“If I killed someone, I’d know.” - Flea!! She’s so cool! I wish her and Milady had got a scene, they had such similar beginnings but Flea chose to become the queen of the court of miracles and Milady chose to leave poverty behind. And she has, but at the same time she is dependant on the Cardinal while Flea is free and her own boss. It would have been such an interesting contrast!

What is Cheron’s game here thou? I get that he’s jealous of Porthos’s success and his new friends, so that explains why he doesn’t tell Porthos that Athos came looking for him. But why does he want Porthos to leave Paris? 

Now someone tried to kill him! Now I remember, he was involved in this “lets get rid of the Court” plot somehow!

“Religion without art is so much less... seductive” - lmao Aramis! I actually agree, but when it’s him saying it it sounds sleazy.

Athos: “There are three of us, pastor.” Pastor: “Then you are outnumbered. I have god on my side.” Dart: “I do hope his good with a sword.” - I really, really, really love the silly humour of this show guys! And season 1 had so much of it!

Yeah okay, rebuilding the Court is all well and good! “Exterminating” the inhabitants is not! Even Richelieu is a bit disgusted when evil dad says that, but he gives the go ahead anyway. For France. 

“A businessman like you is wasted in the musketeers Captain Treville” - says the evil dad. It is cool that Treville has business sense!

Okay, so the plot is that the evil dad of the dead guy bought up the land that the court of miracles is on at a cheap price and then conspired with Cheron to blow it up, after which the land would suddenly be worth a lot. And Richelieu and Louis wanted the court cleared out cause it was an eyesore for their modern Paris. And the evil dad killed his son. But honestly, there was no reason for the King and Cardinal to be involved in this plot at all. Evil dad could have arranged it all on his own, if the writers were not desperate to shove down our throats that Richelieu is evil. Why would he want to kill French subjects who could be used in the army or whatever, anyway? Drive them out of the Court, sure. But blow them up?

I do understand Cheron a bit thou, I would not wish to live in the Court either! Still, wouldn’t blow it up lol xD

Flea got shot! :(((

Porthos and Cheron fight! It’s super satisfying! 

Porthos defeats Cheron, throws his knife down beside him and walks away, turning his back! Never do that! So of course Cheron attack him from behind and Aramis runs him through and it’s all very sad.

Evil dad signs his confession and Treville lets him commit suicide, because he is, nominally, a gentleman. 

Anton Lesser is a damn good actor thou!

Flea lives! For once they did not kill the cool chick!

Goodbye kiss!! 

And she tole his purse! LMAO!

I wish Flea had come back in another season!

Athos: “We would never let you hang.” Aramis: “Of course not! And if we had, the funeral would have been beautiful.” - bless the humour on this show!

All in all, wonderful! Entertaining episode with not much to complain about!

Red Guards fallen in the line of duty: 4

Dead Ladies: 0 YAY!

Best Dressed: Flea

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Two’s Company, Three’s Allowed, a Royal Romance fanfic

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An Unusual Wedding Part 3

Warning; Mention of miscarriage and bereavement

Lucy and Brad were waiting outside the Chateau to greet them, along with Gladys. Brad opened the car door and Bianca got out, followed by Savannah while Drake got out of the other side of the car.

‘Mrs Walker, it’s wonderful to see you again.’ beamed Brad. ‘I can’t tell you how much I appreciate Drake’s friendship and loyalty. He’s a credit to you and your husband.’ He gently touched her upper arms by way of a token hug and leaned down to kiss her on either cheek.

‘Brad, you’ve grown into such a fine young man.’ she said fondly. ‘I was so sorry to hear of your father’s death. He was always good to us.’

Uncharacteristically, Lucy hung back, but only for a fraction of a second. Only Brad and Drake would have noticed her hesitation, but she held out her hand to Bianca, smiling sweetly.

‘Mrs Walker, so good to meet you. Drake has told me all about you.’ Drake knew that was a white lie as he found it hard to talk about his parents at the best of times. At least she hadn’t said ‘told me so much about you’. Bianca accepted her hand, and they leaned into each other for a kiss on the cheek. They parted, and Lucy looked hopeful, but her smile was beginning to wane as Bianca looked her over critically.

‘My my Drake, what a lovely pretty young wife you’ll be sharing with Brad.’ she said to him, then turned her attention back to Lucy. ‘You’re rather pale my dear, it must be tiring trying to keep two men happy.’ Lucy looked crestfallen for a moment before she plastered on a smile again.

‘Not at all Mrs Walker, they look after me very well. I’m hardly ever alone.’ Drake felt moved to defend Lucy and stood close to her facing his mother. He sneaked his hand into hers.

‘Lucy had an accident a week or so ago, Mom. She’s still getting over it.’

‘Oh don’t be silly Drake, I’m just fine.’ smiled Lucy. ‘Brad has been very attentive.’

‘Accident? What happened?’ Bianca asked. ‘Should you be putting so much pressure on her if she’s not well?’ By this time Savannah was standing next to her mother.

‘Mom, come in and let’s see if Bartie is awake.’ Bianca’s face lit up and the two women went off into the house chattering and smiling. Drake looked to Lucy, who was looking a little shocked at his mother’s comment.

‘Don’t mind her Lucy, she always says what she thinks. I’m sure she’ll be more relaxed after she’s seen Bartie.’ Lucy smiled wanly

‘I can see where you got your forthright nature from.’ Lucy said tartly.  Drake made a face, the corners of his mouth turning down.

‘You do look pale, are you okay?’

’I wish you would all stop fussing, I’m fine. I’m naturally fair skinned and I’ve not seen much sunlight lately.’ Lucy said testily.

‘In that case we cna have tea and cake on the terrace.’ said Drake ‘By the time we’ve had a stroll around the knot garden it will all be ready, and anyone who wants to can join us.’

‘That’s a good idea, it’s still warm and it will be a while before dinner is ready.’ Brad nodded to Drake.

‘I’ll go and arrange it and let folk know, you two catch up.’ he said, disappearing into the house, leaving Lucy to stroll arm in arm with Drake.

‘You must be excited to have your Mom here at last.’ she smiled.

‘Honestly, yes, but a part of me still remembers how she left me and Savannah here when Dad died, and you saw how she speaks her mind. I’m sure things will settle down when she gets to know you better but…’

‘It’s not going to be easy, is it?’ Lucy sighed. ‘In some ways – I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but she reminds me of…’

‘Olivia, I know.’ said Drake miserably. ‘There is a big difference though, Mom doesn’t mean to be unkind, she just doesn’t realise how saying what you think can be hurtful. I’m sorry I didn’t warn you.’

‘Well Drake, although you say what you mean too, you’re not cruel. That marshmallow centre of yours always keeps you in check. Whenever you’ve said anything hurtful, you’ve apologised as soon as you realised.’ Lucy assured him. ‘Luckily I find that a very attractive quality.’

‘And you always say exactly what you mean, but say it nicely – unless of course you’re talking to Olivia because harsh words are the only thing she understands, or someone like Neville who is an idiot.’ Drake grimaced ‘Your words are precise and well thought out’

‘Thanks Drake. I guess all that matters is that everything goes smoothly, then the three of us can at least have a little alone time before Anton’s trial.’

They saw that tea was ready on the terrace, so they went to sit in the afternoon sunshine. Gladys and Lily stood by to serve guests and Lucy went to wave them away, but Drake tutted at her.

‘You need to take a back seat Valois. Sometimes having servants is useful, so let them wait on you.’ He smiled at Gladys ‘Thank you, Lucy needs some spoiling, so go right ahead.’

The two of them sat companionably, sipping tea and eating cake for a while before the others started to drift out to join them. Brad was first, and Hana followed after, exclaiming in delight at the spread. By the time a fresh pot of tea was needed, Bianca and Savannah arrived with Bertie and Bertrand, closely followed by Maxwell.

Talk turned to arrangements for the wedding, which by now was due in two days’ time. Bianca was captivated by little Bartie, feeding him cake and ignoring Savannah’s pleas not to spoil him.

‘Nonsense, I’m his grandma, and who knows when Drake will be giving me another grandchild – I expect the first child you have will be an heir to the throne, won’t it, Lucy?’ Everyone stared at her, and Hana choked a little on her cake. Maxwell banged her on the back, which created a diversion, but the damage had been done. Lucy got up and excused herself, walking determinedly to the house. Bianca looked puzzled.

‘What on earth is wrong with the girl?’ she cried. ‘It’s true isn’t it?’ Drake turned on her.

‘Mom, you really should think before you speak.’ he growled and got up to run after Lucy. Hana was blushing by now, having been told all about the reasons for Lucy’s stay in hospital and Brad smiled uncomfortably. Savannah leaned forward to speak in a low voice.

‘I think you hit a nerve, Mom. Lucy was in hospital last week with a suspected miscarriage after taking a fall from her horse.’ Bianca looked stricken.

‘How was I to know? No wonder she was looking pale. Do none of you know how to look after someone after a shock like that?’ Brad cleared his throat.

‘I assure you Mrs Walker, Lucy has received the best medical care Cordonia has to offer.’

‘This little backwater?’ she cried. ‘you might as well have witchdoctors for all the good it’s done her. It’s not medical attention she needs.’ and she got up and all but ran after Drake and Lucy, who had reached the house and gone into the drawing room. Lucy was now flushed and looked angry.

‘Mom, not now.’ hissed Drake, but she was adamant.

‘Do you know how devastating a miscarriage is, Drake Walker?’ she scolded. Lucy’s expression changed to one of sorrow.

‘The doctors said she’d never been pregnant to start with.’ he protested.

‘But it’s enough if she thought she was!’ she cried and turned to Lucy to hold her in a fierce hug. Lucy froze at first, then suddenly softened and burst into tears. Bianca led her to a sofa and sat her down. ‘There there dear, nobody understands what it’s like. You go ahead and cry, you’re grieving for a lost life, whether there was anything there or not.’ Drake hovered by the two women, not sure what to do.

‘Don’t just stand there, Drake, at least get the poor girl a hanky’ she chided, holding her arm around Lucy’s shoulders ‘She’s suffering from grief and shock. Get some sweet tea too’ She sat and soothed the sobbing Lucy as Drake hurried off. She managed to pull herself together after a few minutes.

‘Th – thankyou Mrs Walker. I didn’t think it mattered.’ she hiccupped softly. ‘I only thought I was – and I went for a ride to think about it, then my horse threw me. Drake found me… at the bottom of a slope in the woods, and he stayed with me until the Air ambulance came. He was so brave and comforting. Don’t be hard on him. I love him so much – and Brad too.’

‘Shh darling, call me Bianca, and you settle yourself down. Doctors know nothing you know, you need to talk to someone who’s been through it themselves, they can tell you how to cope.’ Lucy looked at Bianca, realisation slowly dawning.

‘You mean – you…?’

‘Yes darling, me. Drake might have had an older sister or brother. I felt so bad afterwards, and the best tonic was being able to talk about it with someone who knew.  The next best cure is a successful pregnancy.’

‘I’m so sorry for you Mrs Walker- I mean Bianca. I – we weren’t even planning it for a while, we were going to wait, and we’d been careful. I was late, but I guess it was the shock of all the things that happened on my wedding day.’ Lucy did not tell Bianca that she wasn’t sure whose child it might have been, but she felt as if a huge weight had been lifted ‘Nobody wanted to talk about it, they were just glad that I was okay.’

‘And now you’ve got the pressure of another wedding. It’s not surprising you’re so run down.’

‘But I can’t call it all off. I want Drake to be part of our marriage.’

‘Well I don’t quite understand how you can have two men at once dear, but if that’s what you want, and it’s legal and above board in this little backwater, why shouldn’t you? Just leave all the arrangements to everyone else and give yourself some time to grieve. Talk to Brad and Drake about it and what it means to you, and then hopefully you’ll be able to enjoy your…’ she took a deep breath. ‘second wedding. Just let it happen.’

Drake reappeared with tissues and tea, and Brad came in with him. Bianca stood and gave the two men a stern look.

‘You need to listen to Lucy and support her. She’s not to have any work to do at all before the wedding, it’s all your responsibility. I’ll be watching and making sure she’s not stressed – do you boys understand?’ The two men nodded, and she walked out of the room to leave them to it.

Lucy patted the sofa beside her, and the two men sat either side of her. She leaned into Brad’s embrace and Drake put his hand on her back and held her hand.  She closed her eyes and felt their support. She drew a deep sigh. Her voice was small as she started to speak but grew stronger as she went on.

‘For a few hours, I thought I was pregnant. For those hours, I wasn’t only wondering whose it was – I was thinking about whether it was a boy or a girl – who it would look like and how I’d cope looking after it. I wondered if I’d make a good mother. I knew you would both be fantastic fathers, but I wondered if it would divide you when you knew whose it was. I didn’t even know if Drake was going to say yes to joining us.  I thought of little Bartie and pictured myself feeding the ducks with them or reading them bedtime stories. I thought of the sleepless nights and looking after him or her if they were sick. When the horse threw me I realised I hadn’t even been watching the track.  It all hit me again only a few hours ago.’ Brad held her tight, and Drake drew little circles on her hand, then lifted it to his lips to kiss it.

‘When I was told it hadn’t even been a possibility, I felt – so stupid, and so guilty for making you both worry so much. It was as if there had been – a little girl, or a little boy, and he or she had – just disappeared.  Before that, I’d never really thought about being a mother.  At all.’ She stopped, and Brad spoke instead.

‘I thought the same thing.’ he said quietly. ‘But I thought talking about it would only upset you. I’ve always seen myself as a father. It comes with the territory. I have to provide an heir.’

‘How could we be so stupid? ’Drake said bitterly ‘All feeling the same and saying nothing.’

‘Well, we’re talking now’ said Lucy ‘and we have plenty of time to think about starting a family for real after the doctor told me to wait a few months. That’s probably a good thing.’

‘We can call the wedding off for now.’ said Drake. ‘I only want you to be well and happy’ Lucy smiled and squeezed his hand.

‘What would make me happy is for everyone to acknowledge you as my partner.’ she said, reaching out to touch his cheek. ‘Everyone – nobles, and citizens, and the rest of the world. Calling the wedding off is not an option.’ Brad spoke up next.

‘I’m sorry - we’ve failed you, Lucy. I promise the wedding will be stress free. The only thing you have to do is choose your dress, we can take care of everything else.’

‘I was going to wear the one I already had.’

‘Well actually, you need to speak to Hana, she has an idea. I’ll go and get her.’ said Brad. Lucy cuddled up to Drake, who held her tight and stroked her hair.

‘You can tell me anything.’ he murmured. ‘any time, you know that.’

‘Thankyou. Let’s just enjoy being alone and quiet, that’s all I want right now.’ Before long Hana appeared, and Lucy smiled at her friend, untangling herself from Drake’s embrace.

‘Lucy, it was going to be a surprise, but I’ve designed a wedding dress for you.’ Hana said. ‘I was going to give it to you on the morning of the wedding, but if you’d like, I can show you now, and we can make any alterations we need to. It would be rather stressful doing it last minute like I’d planned.’

‘Hana, you are just amazing. I tell you what – I’ll try it on – blindfold – and you can fit it, and it will still be a surprise.’

‘That sounds as if it could work. Let’s get to it right now.’

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I still love you (Drake x MC & Liam) Part 1

The Royal Romance - Book 3 - Chapter 13

Pairing Drake x MC & Liam

Author’s Note: This is something I think (should have) happened after the Justin / Anton attack and before the group visits Valtoria.

After Justin/Anton escaped, Drake ,Riley and Olivia walked back to the hall on the ground floor of the estate. They left Mara and other security guards to take care of the scene. When they reached the hall, they saw Liam hurriedly coming towards them.

'What the hell was that?' he asked them clearly worried by the sound of the ceiling collapse.

Olivia looked at Riley and Drake, they both were looking at her expectantly. 'I guess it is better that Liam learns about this from me.' She filled him in about what happened at the Vault. When she finished her story with the escape of Justin and the ceiling collapsing on them and their narrow escape, Liam's eyes were wide with shock and fear.

'Oh God! Riley! Are you alright?' instinctively he turned and took a step towards her, trying to embrace her, but stopped when he saw Drake standing by her side with one arm on her shoulders. 

'We were able to get out of there unharmed, Liam' Riley assured him. They talked for a while about their next course of action and decided to leave for the Palace early in the morning.’Well, we should get some rest then.’ Riley said looking at the time. 

Drake and Riley walked back to their adjacent rooms. Riley stopped in front of her room. ‘Drake, can you sleep with me?’ Drake nodded, he too wanted that, wanted to be with her.   

Riley fell asleep soon, feeling safe in Drake's arms. But Drake couldn't sleep.Justin had come too close to Riley tonight. If Drake had been a little late, or if Justin had pulled the trigger, or if Riley couldn't escape the falling ceiling over her... He didn't dare imagine what would have happened if... No, he has to do something. Justin needs to be captured before he can do something like this again. 

In another room, there was another man who couldn't sleep. Liam was pacing around in his room, thinking about Riley. He was still in love with her. He so wanted to be with her right now. It hurt him seeing his best friend with her. He had thought he would get over her, but the feelings were growing stronger every day. He was doing a good job hiding the feelings in front of everyone, but they were still hurting him, eating him from inside. 

And now, she was in danger because of him. When he offered her to become a duchess, even when she said no to him, to his proposal, he had a silly little hope that if things didn't work out between her and Drake, he still would have chance. And he wanted her to stay, wanted to see her every day. But now, he regrets that decision,  it was he who threw her in this danger. He knew that they have enemies, but never imagined that they will have to face them this soon.

Next morning they left for the Palace leaving Olivia at Lythikos. Liam and Drake were silent the entire way. Only Maxwell was the one talking, trying to make everyone laugh, trying to dissolve the tension. After they had dinner at the Palace, Riley went to her room.

‘Can you sneak into my room?’ She texted Drake. It was a custom in Cordonia that they could not sleep together untill they are married. Although Riley followed this rule as much as possible, it made no sense to her. And she knew Drake was worried for her. She knew he hadn’t sleep at all the last night and would not be able to sleep if he kept worrying over her. 

‘I will be there at around 12:00.’ He texted back. He was with Bastien trying to figure out a plan to arrest Justin. He would be here a while and he wanted everyone to fall asleep before he sneak in to her room. 

‘I will keep the room open. ‘ Riley texted back and waited eagerly for the clock to struck 12.  

She heard footsteps coming towards her room at around 12. That must be Drake she thought. She heard the footsteps stop in front of her room, but he didn't come in. Riley went to open the door. But it wasn’t Drake.

‘Liam?’

Liam looked at Riley. He didn't know if he wanted to talk to her right now. He was not in a clear state of mind. He had a little too much to drink after he went to his room. He thought the alcohol will sooth his pain, but it didn’t helped. Somehow the alcohol made him walk to her room in the middle of the night. He didn't even knew why he was here, what he wanted to do or say. Riley sensed the confusion on his face.

‘Come inside, someone will see you here.’ She stepped in the room to let him in. Liam struggled with words as she closed the door. He never struggled with words, words were his strength, but not today, maybe it was the whiskey or maybe it was her, but the right words were not coming to him. Maybe, there were no right words. He felt he couldn’t keep his feelings inside him anymore.

‘Riley, I... I wanted to apologies. I have put you in danger, Anton wanted to kill you because of me. I never wanted this to happen..... I was worried about you... if anything would have happened to you...’ he took a step closer to her. Their faces inches away. 

‘I am okay Liam. It is not your fault...’ Her words were cut short by Liam’s lips sealing hers. Riley froze for a second as Liam kissed her. She could feel the love and passion in his kiss. But she didn't kissed back. She stepped back slowly, looking down. She knew she was hurting him, and although she didn’t love him, it broke her heart to be the one hurting him.  

‘I am so sorry.... Oh God... I shouldn’t have....’ Liam came back to his senses. He turned away, when Riley hold his hand, ‘Liam! wait!’

Liam turned back , he looked in her eyes, searching for the love he had for her. But it wasn't there. He could see concern in her eyes, maybe a little guilt, but there was no love. He knew how she looked at Drake, he wanted her to look at him that way. But all he could see was a friend worried for him.

‘I know you are hurting, do you want to talk?’ she said. Liam pulled his hand away.  ‘I should go. I shouldn’t be here.’ Liam knew he had crossed a line today, he was not sure if he would be able to control himself.

‘Liam, can I be your friend for today? and... not be the girl who broke your heart?’ Riley almost pleaded. ‘ Riley.... ‘ , Liam couldn’t say no to her. He sat down, keeping a distance between them. 

When Liam sat down , Riley saw the door closing softly, without any noise. Someone had entered , maybe they saw them, and now was closing the door. Oh God! was it Drake? Did he see us? Riley wanted to run after him, but he saw Liam sitting with his head in his hand, and decided to be with him for a while.

‘I am sorry, Liam. I never meant to hurt you. I wish.... I wish things were different. I wish I didnt have to break your heart to be with Drake.’ she said as she sat in front of him,

‘Riley, I don’t blame you. You had to follow your heart. And I am glad you stayed true to yourself. I am happy for you. and for Drake, Drake is a great guy. He has been through a lot. I know he is happy with you. And he will keep you happy. I know he loves you, maybe more than I do.’ He paused for a second, ‘but... it still hurts...’ he said painfully.

‘I know Liam. But you need to move on. you cannot keep hurting yourself like this.’

‘I am trying Riley, believe me I am trying. I try to keep myself busy all the time. Keep myself surrounded by people to keep me away from your thoughts... but....but it is not working.’ He wanted to tell her that he thinks of her all the time. That the more he tries to avoid her thoughts, the more he is surrounded by them. He cannot even concentrate in his duties of King because of her. But he kept quiet. They sat in silence for a while. 

‘Riley, have you been in Love before? before Drake?’ He asked her. He didnt know why he asked that, maybe hoping that she would say she loved him before.

‘Well, I am not sure anymore if it was love or not... But at that time, I really thought I was in love. He was my high-school boyfriend. We were together for more than two years. Then, we got admission in the same college. I was very happy.’

She paused for a second, clearly in pain when she continued, ‘My parents ..... they died in a car accident. I was about to complete my freshman year.....’ 

‘I am so sorry, Riley’ Liam looked at her, his heart pained knowing what she has gone through.

‘Thanks....’, Riley shook her head as she continued,’... well ... I couldn’t afford college anymore. I took up a job as a waitress in city. I couldn't meet him often after that. But I looked forward to our rare dates and phone calls. One day I decided to give him a surprise, I went to his room... and I saw him with...I caught him cheating on me.�� 

'That’s.... terrible.’ Liam looked at Riley. She gave a painful smile. Liam never knew about this part of her past. She was always full of life. He had no idea, she could have gone through such difficult time.  

‘How did you got over that?’ 

‘I spent many days crying over him, I was in a hell at that time. I had just lost my parents, I had to left the college, had to move to a smaller apartment, and still was barely able to meet ends with the job I had. But I had friends, who got me through all of this.’ She said. ‘Liam, you should talk about your feelings with someone....’ 

‘Riley, ...I...I can’t. You know, You feel like I am surrounded by people all the time. Everyone revolves around me, ready to take orders, doing everything to please me. But I feel lonely. I feel lonely even when I am surrounded by people. I cannot talk to them about my feelings, my secrets. I don’t trust any of them...., well except Drake. He is the only one who I trust.’ He felt vulnerable sharing his feelings, but also he felt good talking about it. He never wanted to share his feelings with her, didn’t want to show his weak side. But right now, he felt good talking to her. Liam continued looking down, ‘But now, it is about you... about him. I cant talk to him about this. Well, I have , once or twice, but I am sure he will not appreciate me talking every now and then, about being in love with his fiance...’ he realized what slipped his mouth after he said it. 

‘Liam, I am sure he will understand... he cares about you. You are his best friend.’

‘Riley,... that night in New York.... I didn’t just loose you. I lost my best friend too.’

‘Liam, I thought you were okay.’ Riley said. She had seen them playing soccer at Applewoods Manor, or talking to each other casually like nothing had happened between them.

‘We are okay. We are good. We don’t have any grievances. But, it is still not the same. There is this unspoken, unseen barrier between us. He is not the same around me anymore. Hell, I am not the same around him anymore.’

‘Liam, I am so sorry, I never wanted to come between you two.’

‘Riley, I don’t blame you or Drake. Maybe I came between you two. I too messed up. I should have known. I should have noticed , he was always happy around you, and you... the way you looked at him... ‘ Liam looked at Riley apologetically, ‘I don’t know why I didn’t notice. I guess I just had gone blind... I would have stepped out if I knew. I want you, both of you to be happy. I really do.’

‘And we want the same for you Liam’ Riley reached out to place her hand on Liam’s  ‘We are here for you Liam, You will always have a friend in me. And in Drake.’  Riley kissed him on his cheek.

‘Thanks Riley. I really feel better talking to you.’ Liam stood up, ‘I should be going now, it is getting pretty late.’

‘Anytime you want to talk, I will be there for you.’ Riley stood up , smiling reassuringly at him.

'Thanks’ Liam smiled back. He left feeling better than he had felt in days.

I need to check on Drake.Riley thought as she remembered he was going to come to her room. 

She went to Drake’s room next door, knocked, but there was no reply. She knocked again, still no reply. She cautiously opened the door and went in.

Drake was standing at the window, a glass of whiskey in hand, looking outside, lost in thought.

‘Drake?’ She called out walking slowly towards him. 

‘Riley!’ He turned, startled by her voice. He kept the glass at a table near him. He stood there not meeting eyes with Riley, hands in his pockets.

‘Drake, did you come to my room earlier?’ Riley asked anxiously. God! Please, not him. He didn’t see that! Please! 

Drake nodded looking in her eyes. His face was unreadable. 

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #166: Day of the Godslayer!

December, 1977

The cover is right. If you had told me after Avengers #13 that that goofus would come back as an Evil Superman, I would have said ‘I can’t tell if you are joking for comics are a silly place.’

Speaking of though. This is the third issue in the Evil Superman Count Nefaria arc. And he’s fighting a computer.

I wonder when Richard Pryor is going to show up.

Last time: Count Nefaria assembled a new Lethal Legion (Whirlwind, Power Man, and Living Laser) as part of a ruse to steal their powers and turn himself into Evil Superman. And then he did do that. Then he beat up the Avengers, dropped a building on them, had a talk that got Too Real with the Whizzer, and beat up the Avengers again. And then Thor showed up.

And then he do what Thors do and throws the hammer.

Also apparently he was teleported into this story against his will and has no idea whats going on or how he got here.

Which is a relatable feeling in this day and age really.

So Nefaria wanted Thor but now that he has Thor he doesn’t know if he wants him anymore. He got hit by Mjolnir pretty hard and even if he survived it and Thor marvels at Nefaria’s power out loud, Nefaria still begs Thor to stay away.

But instead of that, more punching.

Having tanked two Thor hits Nefaria is getting his confidence back a bit. Why should he fear Thor if he’s done his worst and Nefaria has survived it?

Clearly Thor should fear Nefaria and his eye lasers.

Which feels like tempting fate. 

Because even though they’re only two hits into this fight, Thor decides to throw Nefaria through a random portal into apparently airless space where he will possibly asphyxiate and die.

Geez, Thor.

In fairness though. The man is trying to steal his hammer.

Because we get more of Nefaria’s thought process here. He’s afraid of old age now that he has gained so much power. So he wants immortality. Thor is immortal. The hammer is the source of Thor’s power. Therefore, Mjolnir can make Nefaria immortal!

The logic is unassailable!

Or very assailable. Thor immediately calls him a fool embracing rumors and lies to build his false hope.

But also: imagine how hilarious it would be if Thor went ‘okay you want Mjolnir? Here’ and just handed Mjolnir to Nefaria. And Mjolnir immediately plummeted as it do when held by the unworthy pratfalling Nefaria to the ground.

Comics, why must you fail to do the best things sometimes?

Oh. I side-tracked myself.

How does Nefaria deal with a mystic suck portal?

He drops an entire skyscraper on it to clog it up.

Apparently one can clog up a mystic portal as long as you have enough wreckage.

It helps that the wreckage also falls on Thor.

That’s two buildings now that Nefaria has knocked over. This is a level of casual property destruction that I don’t think we’ve had so much before in Avengers.

Anyway, Nefaria decides that Thor is Totally Dead Forever just like he thought the Avengers were. And his train of thought then takes him to shit I’d better kill the Avengers in case they get their third wind.

And then Thor busts out from the rubble seriously nettled and unleashes Thunder God mode.

I mean Thunder God is what he always is. If he were a MtG card it would say Summon Deity - Thunder God, possibly. But he’s not really thunder godding it unless he’s yelling something at the heavens and making the skies crack open with lightning and rain.

He’s got to be behaving exactly like a taller Darla Dimple with better hair basically.

His summoned lightning strikes Mjolnir and charges it up with electricity. Because when you absolutely have to cave someone’s face in why not also electrocute them?

But when he swings down at Nefaria as hard as he can, Nefaria catches Mjolnir and halts its swing.

Much like Not-Evil Superman would later do in Justice League/Avengers before kicking Thor’s ass.

This does not bode well for the god of thunder.

So lets cut away and hope that some time off-screen will dull this bode.

I know what everyone has been wondering. What is Beast up to?

Shut up, yes you were.

Who else would you wonder about? Yellowjacket? Vision?

Fine, they’re here too. I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY.

So basically in the previous issue, Yellowjacket ran from the fight. In fairness, Nefaria is out of his league. But still, shaaaaaaaaaame, says Beast.

But Yellowjacket had a good reason. He’s fighting with his strongest muscle: SCEINCE!

Nefaria is kicking their ass. So its absolutely ludicrous not to have one of their biggest guns available.

Yellowjacket scienced up a risky technique for instantly reviving Vision from his coma in the goo tank. Or it might kill him.

DARE HE TAKE THIS RISK?

Oh. Damn, really? Didn’t even milk the conundrum for a single panel before going ahead with it?

Okay. Yes. The Vision is revived. It was a risky procedure and it could have been dwelt on a little more for some damn melodrama.

I guess it had to happen anyway so why dwell? If you say in the first chapter that there is a robot in a goo tube, in the second or third chapter it must absolutely go off. If you’re not going to fire that robot, it shouldn’t be in that goo tube. Anton Chekhov said that, possibly while fighting the Klingons.

But here’s a potential consequence: the Vision has seemingly become even more robotic and Beast wonders if he didn’t maybe Come Back Wrong.

Meanwhile outside, Nefaria punches Thor’s handsome face.

And oh hey Thor dropped his hammer, Nefaria calls dibs.

Before he can grab it, Vision floats up to stop him.

I do wonder why they’re playing so cagey with the hammer. An obvious thing to do would be for Nefaria to try to pick up Mjolnir and fail because he’s prooooobably not worthy. And then he can get even more incensed and desperate because he was pinning his hopes on gaining immortality.

But he gets interrupted before he can even try and I wonder why.

Anyway.

Vision floats up in front of him and tries to do the Vision thing that Vision do where Vision sticks his fist in you.

But it fails. Something about the changes to Nefaria’s physiology makes it so Vision cannot penetrate Nefaria even intangible.

Which logically also means that Nefaria can punch Vision, even intangible. Which he does.

Meanwhile, watching Vision get knocked on his ass from the shadows nearby, the sunglasses asshole. Remember him?

Anyway, we learn more about his mysterious plan. He’s going to...

SNEAK INTO AVENGERS MANSION THROUGH ONE OF THE VARIOUS NEFARIA-INDUCED PUNCH HOLES AND TAKE PICTURES

the fiend.

But seriously, you better believe that this isn’t the last we’ll see of this sunglasses asshole.

Meanwhile, inside the Mansion. Jarvis tends to the Wasp because somebody has to remember that she was injured when a car was thrown through the building.

But as soon as she regains consciousness she gets up because hey that’s Count Nefaria out there and he’s apparently Evil Superman now. No way Wasp is not going to involve herself in that.

Meanwhile for the third time, Professor Sturdy (y’know, that Nazi scientist that helped Zemo build the Wonder Man machine and later helped Nefaria with Project N) rams through the police barricade, crashes his car when the police shoot out the tires, and then limps to the fight.

And boy is Nefaria surprised to see him.

Because obviously Nefaria turned on him and the rest of the scientists as soon as he didn’t need them anymore.

Remember the incredibly unsubtle ominous foreshadowing he gave them?

And yet they still cursed his sudden yet inevitable betrayal when he attempted to murder them all to prevent them from ever empowering anyone like him.

But maybe he should have slowed his roll because like with Wonder Man before Nefaria, Sturdy built a control in when he was empowering a dude.

Professor Sturdy: “Have not you noticed yet, Nefaria? You are aging at an incredible rate! A month for every ten minutes... a year for every two hours -- you vill be dead in two days!”

Count Nefaria: “oh... god, no! it -- its true! my face is... older!”

Professor Sturdy: “Only I know how to control your aging process... Nefaria! Only I could have... saved you!” -dies-

Count Nefaria: “i -- i’m dying. my life is slipping away!”

Thor attempts to emphasize with Count Nefaria. Asks him to surrender so that the Avengers can use the many scientists and such on the team to save his life.

But Nefaria was already in a lather about the prospect of dying in fifty years. Being told he has two days to live? He’s quite beyond reasoning.

Count Nefaria: “Didn’t you hear Sturdy? Only he could have saved me -- and he’s dead! I killed him! Arrhh! It’s too late! Do you hear? Too late! I’m going to di-i-i-e!”

And then he flies off to destroy New York City because if he’s going to die, he’ll at least gain a kind of immortality through infamy as the guy who melted New York.

Meanwhile, Wasp does her part by gently papping the unconscious Avengers in the face until they wake up. The Avenger’s third wind came on fairy wings. Or something. 

Cap is too beat up to rejoin the fight but he passes his shield off to Wonder Man.

Which is honestly kind of a touching moment? I mean, in the midst of all of Wonder Man’s doubts about whether he’s worthy of being an Avenger, Cap just trusts him with his shield? Wonder Man is certainly touched, even though he doesn’t feel he deserves it.

Elsewhere, Nefaria melting the city. Just Nefaria things.

Also, Vision ponders having a fresh new existential quandary. And he just got over one!

Vision: “How odd! In his madness he desires that great masses precede him thru the portal of death... to better mark in history his passing? Human foibles should not be new to me, and yet -- it is as if I have forgotten them in my hiatus from life! Still, is it not a human experience to awaken after a brush with death and see everything as if for the first time?”

I have to wonder where they’re going with this. And I’m kind of worried. There’s a tendency to backslide characters to a state that’s perceived as more true to the character.

For Vision this can mean rewinding any progress he makes on being or perceiving himself as more human. And while I love robo-angst, I have to worry about someone Byrneing up Vision’s development.

This isn’t even the first time he’s had a near death experience! Its like the third! Still, I’ll wait and see where its going. Or cheat by peeking ahead. You’ll never know.

Anyway, Vision saves some crowds by vaporizing some rubble that was going to fall on them. Also he punches Nefaria out of the air. Because Vision can fly by altering his density. Neferia can only jump hella high. Very like early Superman.

And while Nefaria slams into the ground, the rest of the Avengers rush to dogpile him, leaving Nefaria to both lament and rue that he didn’t finish them off like he kept meaning to but kept forgetting to do.

And yeah. The Avengers just beat on him for a while. Yeah, he’s stronger and faster than them. But there’s just so many Avengers coming out of the woodwork and all swapping in and out before he can seriously hurt them. And Iron Man shows up. And then Thor.

And then Scarlet Witch continues her trend of just Scarlet Witching these books but good and uses her probability manipulation powers to create a probability where Nefaria is just filled with a mind-numbing burst of pain. What are the odds!

Oh and then Thor punches him into a building which then falls on him. Because turnabout is fair play.

And yet even all of this isn’t enough to knock Nefaria down because he got up again.

All of that and they only staggered him. And as he staggers out of the rubble he vows that he’ll kill the Avengers before he dies.

What does it take to put this guy down? A kinetic bomb?

A kinetic bomb.

Vision has flown a full mile above the fight. He increases his mass and density to their ultimate and

P

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BUTHOOM!

Hits Nefaria dead on. Although counter to my word choice, both of them survive. Damn, Nefaria is one tough son of a gun.

Because Vision hitting the ground at full mass and density at terminal speed? Impacted hard enough that they felt it in Vermont. Not only felt it but a seismic station picked up readings like someone had just dropped a hydrogen bomb on New York City.

Weirdly, the impact doesn’t seem so drastic in the actual art. The Avengers aren’t even a block away and don’t seem to be affected.

You’d think there’d be more surrounding destruction but I’m no physicist. Or even very good at math. And sometimes language baffles me.

But even though the Avengers just knocked down a dude that's been giving them trouble for three issues, it is not a time for smiles and such. There is too much fallout and unaired grievances and resentments.

Iron Man demands answers from Thor accounting for him appearing and disappearing only when the Avengers are in deep shit.

(I thought Thor was on inactive duty? The point of that is that he doesn’t need to be available at all times, I thought)

But Captain America, who I guess has limped to the battle from the mansion, turns the questioning on Iron Man. He says that the Avengers have hit bottom while Iron Man has been a leader in absentia.

Also, Vision implies to Scarlet Witch that they need to talk about their relationship which worries me what with his new apparently more robotic demeanor.

Yellowjacket breaks up the fight, pointing out that they really should take care of Count Nefaria before he shakes off that one ton headache and the Avengers have to fight him again.

Here’s the thing: Professor Sturdy was only mostly dead. He‘s totally dead now but he was barely alive when Yellowjacket came across him. And the Nazi scientist told Yellowjacket how to depower Nefaria.

But the real ironic note here is that Sturdy had lied about Nefaria’s accelerated aging. While there was some rapid aging, it was just a temporary side effect. Actually, the super energy he had been enhanced with made him effectively immortal.

Nefaria’s murderous temper tantrum was for literally nothing!

Oh. One final note.

On a dock in Vladivostok, a mysterious old man looks at a locket containing pictures of Wanda and Pietro (Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver) and then boards a steamer that will take him to America “and a long-delayed reunion with his beloved children.”

DUN DUN DUNNNNN

Geez. Even in 1977 wild retcons about the Maximoff’s parentage were the Thing To Do, I guess.

(I’ve actually read ahead and know where this is going)

So time for Count Nefaria thoughts.

I’ve said in the past who disappointing I thought it was that original flavor master planner Count Nefaria didn’t appear more often as an Avengers villain.

It is kind of disappointing that after he becomes buffed up, Nefaria becomes primarily a physical threat. A brick wall for the Avengers to bloody their knuckles punching but eventually manage to knock down brick by brick.

I think a strong but not this strong Nefaria would be an interesting master planner antagonist to the Avengers. Able to thump them but not necessarily solo them. So he’d have to rely on planning to cover the gap.

While that may be, I absolutely loved Evil Superman Count Nefaria in this three parter. I mean, for one thing, how blatantly he is Evil Superman.

As much as I love Hyperion and the Squadron Supreme, Hyperion never Evil Supermanned to this level. This is exactly why crime dollars should not be able to purchase Superman’s powers. Toppling buildings, ripping into banks and then throwing away the money because whats the point, stomping the Avengers two and a half times. Nefaria is a rich man who suddenly has the superpowers to let him tangibly do to the world what he’s been doing to it socially the whole time.

Plus, Count Nefaria is just such a good bad comic book name. That’s his actual real last name. I suspect that he’s from the same part of Europe that the surname Doom is from.

Nefaria is a very Shooter villain. Shooter absolutely loves to write god-tier assholes whose failing is a very human foible.

Count Nefaria was given power to rival an actual god, Thor. But for much of this story he was driven by fear of aging and losing this power, thanks to a healthy dose of Old Man Nihilism from the Whizzer.

God-tier powers, done in by a very human fear.

We saw that with Graviton as well. He also had god-tier powers and was also able to manhandle Thor. And he was done in by his sense of possessive entitlement and a bit of power incontinence.

Graviton and Nefaria won’t be the end of this. Shooter will keep refining this take on villainy. We’ll see it with the Beyonder and with Korvac. And maybe with others.

On a more different note, Tom King gave me a whole new reason to love this story.

Look at those two crazy kids sneaking a snog behind a tree during a life-or-death battle instead of fighting Evil Superman! Young love!

There’s absolutely no way his take could have happened as the events were portrayed in the original issue. Its at odds with character placement and the timeline of events but heck. Its canon anyway.

Next time in the sequential numbering: the Guardians of the Galaxy guest star. But not the ones you might think. Remember the Gotg Vol. 2 stinger? Those guys. Kinda. Ish.

But before we get into that, there’s an annual and a crossover.

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#1 100 Random Facts About Me!

I've decided to set myself a blog challenge for March which entails publishing a post everyday! I've already failed with this as this post is a day late but it wasn't as easy as I thought! So here goes #1 100 Facts About Me! 1. I'm named after the song 'Kayleigh' (shocker right?) by Marillion but I actually don't really like that song. 2. I prefer my middle name (Rose) to my last name (Allan). 3. I've had several nicknames including Kayleigh Allan, Kayls, Kayleigh-Steve, Steve and Little Miss Shorty Pants. 4. If I was born just over a week later, I would have been in the year below. I'm only a baby. 5. I'm a bit like a penguin; clumsy but adorable ;) 6. I've only ever been on a plane once (which is going to change very soon!) 7. I'm spending my summer working at an American summer camp in North Carolina and also by going on a North American road trip with added time in Orlando and New York (have I mentioned that already?) 8. I don't drink alcohol. It's not really something which appeals to me. People always try and get me to drink and often tell me 'it's just like pop' to which I respond 'yes, so I can just drink pop'. Perhaps it's also to do with the fact I don't like the idea of not being in control, everyone complains afterwards and it's expensive! 9. I'm good at not giving in to peer pressure. 10. I believe that you can have a good time without drinking alcohol but most of the time people think I'm drunk anyway because I'm a crazy gal. 11. I've never had a proper boyfriend (yet). 12. I'm a little (a lot) obsessed with musicals. 13. Aaron Tveit is my number one celeb crush (and when we watched Assasins featuring him, my best friend and I held hands all the way through). 14. But Jeremy Jordan, Wesley Taylor, Gideon Glick, Ben Fankhauser, Ramin Karimloo and George Blagden (the list goes on) are up there too. 15. I once got dried paint stuck in my eye as a kid and had to go to hospital. I vividly remember there was also a kid there who had broccoli stuck up his nose. 16. It took me three whole appointments at the opticians until I was able to wear contact lenses. 17. I broke my leg when I was younger by falling off a scooter. 18. As a kid I used to be scared of Santa Claus. 19. I once got admitted to hospital because I refused to take this disgusting orange medicine (which I can remember the taste of now). 20. I was deputy head girl and a prefect at high school and helped the head girl run the student council. 21. I never took drama at gcse but the career I'm heading into is acting. 22. I spend the majority of my wages on show tickets. But it benefits the career I am going to go into so it's not a waste of my money as some people seem to think. 23. I've performed onstage with Alfie Boe at The Echo Arena. (After a theatre group I was involved in bombarded him with tweets on twitter). 24. I've lived in Liverpool for a year studying musical theatre on a Dance and Drama Award. 25. I left my 3 musical theatre course after a year so I'm currently on a gap year and I'm loving it. I've learnt so much about myself and other people and I've also met lots of new people. 26. I'm a chocoholic. 27. I also love peanut butter (and almond butter and pretty much any other nut butter). 28. I'm easily distracted by anything pink and sparkly. 29. I've been to Disneyland Paris twice. 30. I've been a part of an original musical written by one of my friends. 31. My favourite film is Back to The Future and I can recite lots of phrases from it. 32. I've never read or watched the whole Harry Potter series (but I am in the process of reading the books so don't shoot me!) 33. I love learning new things, having new experiences and exploring new places. 34. I'm very small. Like below average height. People think I'm still 15... 35. I have a pen pal from Germany who I've been writing to for over a year. 36. I am a really fussy eater. I used to never touch any food that was saucy, sloppy or slimy. I've gotten better but I still tend to ask for most of my meals plain. 37. I really like twitter. I think it's good form of social media to meet new people and find out news about the world. 38. I help run a twitter account for a musical theatre site named Act 1 Act 2. 39. I once volunteered at Leeds Festival; it was my first time camping and my tent leaked. 40. My favourite Ben and Jerry's flavour is Phish Food. 41. I am an only child. 42. I like vintage things and wish I had more vintage clothes so I could establish my own quirky style. 43. My favourite TV series (which I can think of right now) are Red Dwarf, Friends, It Could be Worse, Chewing Gum and Miranda. 44. I really want to get hidden rainbow roots in my hair. 45. I'm (supposedly) allergic to Rabbits, Cats and household dust? Cats do make me feel on edge though so maybe that's a good thing for me... 46. I often get asked if me and my best friend are twins/sisters because apparently we look alike (Our families have gotten us confused at times?!) 47. My guilty pleasure is secret eating. You can often find me sneaking in the kitchen to get snacks shhh. 48. I attract some really weird guys but never actually anyone I like. 49. I'm a Disney fan. My favourite princess is Rapunzel. 50. I enjoy travelling and my favourite way to travel is by train. I feel like a lot can be accomplished on a journey. 51. I took art at college and for one of my projects I made a corset, tutu and waistcoat based on Assassins the musical. 52. I can fold my tongue in half and keep it there without using my teeth to hold it there. 53. I hardly ever burp and when I do it shocks me because it's not something that usually occurs. 54. I can listen to a musical soundtrack on repeat. At the moment it's Dear Evan Hansen which I've just booked tickets to! #firstbroadwayshow 55. I would like to write a book/play one day. 56. I would also like to star in a one woman play and I admire the people I see perform in them (when they're good of course.) 57. I played a Geordie version of the Fairy Godmother from Cinderella in which I wore a Mad Hatter outfit and put pegs in my sparkly, coloured back combed hair... 58. I have been in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat as part of the children's choir several times and can recite every word (and pretty much action) of the show. On my last performance I swapped seats with a friend so that I could spend my last performance on the top step. 59. I once got asked if I was from Scotland? (By a Southerner) 60. I'm often told I speak posh or very northern. There's no in between. 61. I work in The Blackpool Tower Ballroom. 62. I worked at Strictly last year and Anton Du Beke blew me a kiss. 63. Toasted scones from work is my favourite smell. I think I have acquired an unhealthy obsession with them since working there tbh... 64. I could probably recall all the names of the dances done at the ballroom but not actually dance any. 65. I rode to prom in a camper van. 66. I got 100% on my first acting assignment during my first year of higher education. 67. I once did some method acting and went out dressed as a made up character with a crutch and speaking with a stutter...(I created the character from a random picture shown to me from the internet which happened to be a ridiculously obese woman). I also played Medviedenko from The Seagull which resulted in me borrowing my best friend's boyfriend's clothes and drawing a beard on my face. Additionally, I played Scullery from Road; a homeless alcoholic... 68. I don't swear unless I have to on stage. 69. I've climbed a waterfall with a fractured little finger. 70. I studied German at GCSE and I can only remember a few words/phrases (one being Guten Tag) 71. I've played Miss Dorothy in Thoroughly Modern Millie and July in Annie. 72. I love people watching. 73. I'm terrible at accents. 74. I like tall guys in suits and glasses. 75. It annoys me when people think 'writ' is a word. It's 'I have written' or 'I wrote'. 76. I tend to cry when I'm not expecting to but not when I do expect to. 77. I cried my eyes the whole way through the second act of Book of Mormon because I found it absolutely hilarious (so much so the actors were laughing at me because I was on the front row). 78. I remember once when I was a kid I swung on a curtain in someones house and got kicked out. 79. In primary school I remember having a water fight with my friend in the toilets and got told I wasn't allowed to partake in IT so has to read a book instead 80. I've climbed a volcano in, snorkelled in the sea and been in a submarine in Lanzarote. 81. It makes me angry when people leave the theatre during the bows, before the show has fully finished. I've only done it on one occasion and that was at the interval (because the show was absolutely unbearable and it meant I could get home before silly 'o clock in the morning) The show was supposed to present Shakespeare's character's death's humorously but I'm pretty sure I didn't laugh once and one section of the show even included watching a fake fly buzzing on a camera for a good 5 minutes. 82. It also annoyes me when people eat (loudly) during a performance. Have some respect for the actors. 83. I hate not having a plan (especially when I'm on a holiday to a new place). 84. I have a wide taste in music. My Spotify playlists range from musicals (of course) to pop punk to rock to pop to folk to jazz...it's safe to say I like a little bit of everything (apart from dubstep because that's just a no no). 85. I have high aspirations and I've very critical of myself. 86. I once went on a tinder date (don't think I'll be doing that again anytime soon). 87. I love milkshakes and hot chocolate. 88. The theatre cafe is my favourite cafe. 89. My favourite Starbucks syrup is gingerbread. 90. Sometimes bus drivers just charge me for a child on the bus without me asking. 91. I once played Oliver in a high school show and was faced with some onstage disasters...when being pushed into a wooden coffin, (a disaster in itself) my mic pack fell off and I picked up a tape measure instead. The big long napkin string thing I had to pickpocket out of Fagin's pocket had already fallen out so instead of picking it up I mimed stealing it and I also thought a 'nightcap' was a literal night cap, as apposed to a drink one drinks before bed. 92. I cried for a full hour when my high school music teacher told me he was leaving. 93. My uncle lives in Australia but I've never been there or seen him since I was a baby. 94. My favourite type of monkey is a squirrel monkey. 95. I'm really pale and barely tan. Once I got sun stroke at West End Live and threw up all the way home on the Coach for 6 hours...the sunburn was still visible 6 months after. 96. I tried peanut butter and jam together for the first time the other day and it was actually really nice. 97. I'm probably the most indecisive person you will ever meet. 98. I want to live in London one day (and potentially New York). 99. I ask for steak well done and my favourite type of steak is rump. 100. I don't drink coffee but you'll always find me in a coffee shop.