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imthebadguyyy · 8 months

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Something Just Like This II

pairing - charles leclerc x reader

fandom - f1

summary - a look into your relationship

part - ii (part II) (part III )

a/n - more angst??

"everyone, I want you to meet charlotte”

never before had a single sentence made your head whirl the way it was. never before had you felt nauseous at the sight of your best friend, but that day, the wine you had drunk threatened to make an unpleasant comeback. never before had you felt your heart shatter at the sight of a person before, but you swore you heard your fragile heart shatter into a milllion unfixable pieces, as you stared at the gorgeous brunette with the sweet smile, currently greeting charles’ family.

it wasn’t just you that stood shell shocked. pascale stared openly at her son, confusion and sadness visible in her eyes, but nevertheless, the matriarch of the leclerc family greeted the young girl with a smile, kissing her on the cheek and welcoming her to the home that suddenly felt so cold to you. lorenzo stood up to, ever the kind hearted one, greeting her and offering a glass of wine to her.

arthur was the only one that sat shell shocked, mouth agape, and it wasn’t till lorenzo nudged hum gently that he stood up to greet the woman.

the smile on charles’ face made your already hurting heart ache a little more. he looked so happy, and you hated it. you felt the easy tears rising again, threatening to spill over, but you forced them back. no. you were not going to have a breakdown in front of charles and his family, and his new girlfriend. girlfriend. the word had never seemed so painful before.

but you put on your camera smile, flashing charlotte a warm smile, and giving her a small hug. “Hello, I’m y/n” you smiled softly at her, admitting to yourself that she really was a beauty. "hello, I’m charlotte, I’m a big fan!” she exclaimed, and you forced yourself to keep the smile on your face. “always a pleasure to meet the fans” you joked half heartedly, and she laughed. much to your relief, pascale, sensing your discomfort, pulled the girl into a conversation on the other side, leaving you, arthur, lorenzo and charles in her drawing room.

"so charlotte sine huh?” arthur asked, face blank of any emotion. he recognised the girl well, having grown up quite near the family. “yes, I met her the other day on my run and figured I might as well ask her out on a date” he smiled, grinning it himself at the memory. “she seems nice, n’est ce pas?” lorenzo asked, throwing you a sympathetic smile. “oui, elle est tres gentile” he affirmed, and you fought back the urge to cry once more. “mais, y/n, you didn’t tell me you would be here?” he said, pulling you in for a hug,

y/n. not cherie. that was your first thought. of course you wouldn’t be cherie anymore. no, you’d have to give up that title, you reasoned, inhaling a shaky breath.

"i wasn’t supposed to. but i met maman in the afternoon and she invited me over for dinner, and i missed you guys so i thought i might as well” you said, quite honestly. “lovely, that way I can introduce you to charlotte too, no?” he smiled, and you faked a smile once more, before politely excusing yourself.

taking deep shaky breaths, you slipped into the balcony, glass of wine still in hand, sipping on it slowly to keep you grounded, you recognised the sound of feet softly making their way to you, and before you knew it, arthur’s blue shirt came into your line of sight.

how are you holding up?” he asked, wrapping his warm around.

you let out a shaky breath, taking another sip of your wine, and throwing him a watery smile. “simply splendid, tur” you whispered, and arthur swore he felt his heart break for his older sister.

"il ne sait pas ce qu’il ressent cherie, donne lui de temps, je sais qu’il t’aime” he doesn’t know how he feels darling, give him some time, I know he loves you he said, and you let the first tear drop, feeling it roll slowly down your cheek and drip onto the railing.

“no don’t cry” arthur mumbled, feeling such sadness on your behalf. with a soft sigh, he pulled you in for a proper hug, letting you bury your face in his shirt, and balancing your wine glass on the balcony railing.

how had it come to this? this wasn’t how you expected your night to go. you had hoped at the end of it you and charles would have been the ones cuddled up on the couch, laughing and chatting with his mother.

but unfortunately, fate had different plans.

dinner was an oddly quiet affair. pascale’s delicious dinner received multiple compliments from the five of you, but there was an odd tenseness in the air. and you knew it was because of your presence, that the atmosphere was so tense.

"merci maman, pour le diner, mais, je pense qui je vais rentrer chez moi, maintenant, je suits tres fatigue” thank you mum for the dinner, but I think i will head home now, I’m very tired you said, giving the woman who had been a second mother to you all your life a tight hug. you saw your own sad smile reflected on her face, and she gave you a bowl of chocolate mousse to take home.

"leaving already?” lorenzo asked, pulling you in for a hug as well.

“oui, je suis tres fatigue, enzo” you whispered, and he dropped a kiss to the top of your head. “d'accord, bonne nuit ange” he said, and you smiled at him. arthur insisted on walking you all the way to your car, and you let him, grateful for his company.

“is he gonna be with her forever?” you asked, the childish question slipping past your lips, voicing the fears you had in your heart. you knew it was silly to ask. but you had to ask, you just had to.

"no, don't be silly ange. of course he won't. i know he's my brother and i do love him unconditionally but he is terrible at maintaining relationships. in fact he is utterly hopeless. you know why? because he isn't with the woman he truly loves" arthur stated, helping you into your car.

you just sighed, leaning up to kiss his cheek and then starting the engine. the roar of your ferrari brought a small smile to your face, and waving him goodbye, you drove out.

yes, you were distraught but no, you were not going going to let it wreck you. but even as you forced yourself to be strong, you could feel your heart cracking into a million pieces in your chest. you had felt heartbreak before but never had you felt so absolutely wrecked over someone. not just someone.

your best friend. your bestest friend in the whole wide world.

and you had never told him you loved him.

the thought brought bile rising to your throat, and you had to pull over to throw up.

finally, you stopped resisting the tears, and let yourself break down completely in the car, parked near the dock in monaco. you sobbed and sobbed and wailed, lashing out at the wheel of your ferrari, releasing all your pent up hurt.

you turned the radio up, trying to muffle out the sound of your tears. the last thing you expected was the knock on your window, that had you reaching for the pepper spray and slowly lowering the window.

"hey, you doing okay y/n? i saw your car and i heard what sounded like crying so i thought.." your eyes met lewis' sweet ones, currently displaying concern for you.

lewis hamilton leaned down, taking in your red eyes and nose.

he knew you quite well, he had seen you with charles and lorenzo and andrea very frequently around the paddock, and had even spent time with you in monaco when charles invited him for dinner.

he'd never admit it, but he had always thought you were beautiful. but a few stories from pierre suggested to him that you and charles were a thing so he never said anything to you.

but here you were, tears streaming down your face, blasting someone like you by adele on the radio and he knew something was wrong.

"oh! hey lewis. didn't think anyone would be here, i just wanted a minute" you smiled.

"i can leave if you want, just wanted to make sure everything was okay" he said, and you were touched by the sincerity in his eyes.

"im okay" you spoke softly, not trusting your voice to go above a whisper. "but i could do with some company" you admitted, chuckling.

"anytime" he smiled back at you. you opened to door to your car, letting him slide in the passenger seat.

"out on a jog were you?" you asked, driving down to your favourite icecream store (vegan of course)

"yep, i had a lot on my mind and i just wanted to run it all off y'know" he said, and you noticed the shift in his eyes and the sadness reflecting in them.

"this season's getting to you isn't it?" you whispered, and felt your heart go out to him when he nodded.

"lewis, one season doesn't define you...and you've been performing marvellously considering the car you have. im not exactly an f1 whiz but you're still the best. without a doubt" you said honestly.

lewis chuckled, and then turned to face you directly. "don't let charles hear you say that" he joked, and immediately he noticed the shift in your demeanour.

"uh yeah i won't" you mumbled, with a tight smile. "is everything okay with you two?" lewis asked, concerned.

you sighed, stopping at the store and looking determinedly out the window, trying your hardest not to cry.

"yeah it's all okay. im just a little overwhelmed right now is all" you sighed.

lewis nodded, not pushing you to tell him anything you didn't want to.

"c'mon, let's go and get some ice cream" he smiled at you, getting up to open your door.

your story

caption : late night snack 💗@lewishamilton

replies -:

@.yourbestfriend - girlie pop is that lewis hamilton you've tagged?!?!

@.arthurleclerc - icecream without me? :(

@lorenzotl- icecream with lewis?

@lewishamilton - had so much fun! definitely trying the biscoff one next time💜

@.charlesleclerc - is that our icecream spot y/n?

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sighing, you let your hand crash against the piano, wincing at the discordant notes.

this stupid melody had been playing around in your head for weeks and you couldn't put it into a proper song.

at the same time you had also decided the best thing you could do was put space between you and charles, and so, your communication had decreased significantly.

arthur still spoke to you regularly and visited you almost every week. he often brought carla along, who you adored, and who thought of you as an older sister.

he kept you updated on how everyone was doing, and you spoke to lorenzo and pascale over text when you could.

but of course it was hard to avoid your best friend when your social media feed was full of posts about him, now more often with his girlfriend, and you were having a hard time ignoring it.

letting your head drop back, you stretched, hearing your back crack like bubble wrap. the ding of the text notification from your phone made you sit up, smiling when you saw lewis' contact pop up on the screen

lewis h 💜: hey, just wanted to check in on you and make sure you're doing okay?

you : hello, I'm doing okay, thank you for asking 🫶🏼

lewis h 💜: what have you been upto?

you : just trying to figure out this melody, it's driving me insane

lewis h 💜: don't dress about it. i've heard your music and it's absolutely phenomenal. just relax, breathe, and let the music flow.

you : thank you. i can't thank you enough

lewis h 💜: anytime darling 💗 hope to see you soon?

you : ill be there at the monaco grand prix!

lewis h 💜: ive been meaning to ask, would you like to come as my guest to the mercedes hospitality?

you : id love to but..i don't want to cause a media storm..

lewis h 💜: fuck the media honestly. if i want to bring a friend to the paddock, ill bring a friend to the paddock.

you: lewis hamilton swears? 😯

lewis h 💜: hahaha. so ill see you there?

you : yes. ill be there 💗

lewis h 💜: looking forward to it y/n 💗

smiling, you put your phone down, almost giddy with excitement.

like magic, the melody seemed to fall into place and you called your friend jack.

"hey jack, I've got this idea, but ill need some help" you said.

jack antonoff laughed and said, "on it. another pop hit in the making?" he smirked and you laughed. "i sure hope so. ill see you soon then"

you smiled to yourself.

maybe life wasn't so bad after all.

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@kymillman- @yourinstagram arriving at the monaco grand prix, but not in her usual manner with @.charlesleclerc, but rather with @lewishamilton, with a mercedes cap. she also made her way past the ferrari hospitality and went to the mercedes hospitality, but always a pleasure to photograph her.

@predestinato - oh dear what did charles do :( she's always supporting charles at all the races and she's been at every monaco grand prix since he got into f1. i miss her :(

@charles16monaco - she's with lewis now? i was hoping to see her at monaco with the leclercs.

@ynfan23 - mother is serving as always!! but i do wonder where charles is...

@ynlnisaqueen - serving looks and badassery.

@charlesbanana - charlie noo :( but yn looks gorgeous as always but i don't want to lose her to mercedes 😭

@lh44fanbase - sir lewis?? shooting his shot?? with our resident popstar queen?

pushing your sunglasses up your nose, you took in the sight of the monaco paddock, smiling as the sun warmed your skin.

the buzz and chatter and roar of engines felt like home, and you felt so excited to be back.

you spotted lewis, walking with roscoe to the media pen, and you watched as he turned towards you and shot you a bright smile.

you didn't expect him to turn and sprint towards you, and wrap you in a hug. you heard the click of cameras behind you but you didn't care. you were glad to have a friend in the paddock.

it felt a little strange to not walk into the red, bustling ferrari hospitality, and instead into the calm atmosphere of the mercedes one. it felt strange to walk past the sea of red, and you did feel a tinge of guilt.

lewis noticed. and he nudged you, bending to whisper, "it's okay, we're just here as friends. and it's just one race. let's just chill okay. ill treat you to more icecream too" he smiled and you giggled, walking into the hospitality.

across the paddock, charles frowned. he hadn't known you would be at the paddock. you were always at the monaco paddock with him, ever since his first grand prix.

he was used to seeing you wearing some element of red, a cap or a shirt or pants. but you were wearing a mercedes cap, and you hadn't even bothered to tell him you would be at the gp.

he pursed his lips, and decided to make his way to the car. he just needed to be focused on the quali and not on how you were with lewis-

no. he shook his head vigorously. he did not need that image in his head.

from the corner of his eye, he saw carlos approaching, and he sighed. he knew what he'd ask.

"cabron, where is y/n? why is she at mercedes? what did you do?" he asked.

"i did not do anything and i don't know why she's there" he said, sounding more put off than he meant to.

"are you sure? she always supports ferrari.." he trailed off, noticing how sad charles looked.

"what do you think happened?" carlos asked, leaning against the wall. the spaniard hadn't know you for very long, but in the time that he had, he had become one of your closest confidantes. he knew he would have trusted you with anything.

"i don't know, but she has been distant lately ever since..." he trailed off, unsure of the conclusion he had come to.

"ever since what?" carlos asked, growing impatient.

"ever since i introduced charlotte to her and my family.." he trailed off, eyes clouding over.

"ah. i see" carlos said. he didn't have to say anything else. he knew that charles knew, what exactly he wanted to say.

"mate, i know that you and charlotte broke up, and I know that it's because of a very strong reason. don't mess up mate. she's something special and you know it." carlos told his friend.

charles sighed, eyes dropping to the floor.

"best of luck for quali mate" carlos said, clapping him on the back and leaving to get ready for his own quali.

unfortunately for them, quali was shit for ferrari. engine issues meant that charles was p10 and carlos as p12, and much more irksome was the fact that lewis qualified p1, and the cameras had planned to your grinning and clapping.

he stormed off to the drivers room, slamming his helmet on the ground and sinking down onto the bed, roughly grabbing his own hair.

"tu es tellement stupide charles, tellement stupide et maintenant tu perds l'amour de ta vie"

sighing, he reached for his phone, and opened up instagram. he instantly wished he hadn't.

the first post he saw made his heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

@yourinstagram - delighted to announce my new single 'it's nice to have a friend' is out now on!! to all my friends who've been there for me, new and old, i love you to saturn and back. thank you for being my people and for loving me and guiding me through everything. i love u all 🫶🏼💗

tagged - @yourbestfriend @lewishamilton @carla.brocker @lilymunihe @kika.gomes

@ynfans77 - OMG WHAT A MEW SJMGLE I AM LISINF MT MIND

-@ynisabadassqueen - same girlie sameee!! 😭 miss maam really just dropped a banger out of nowhere.

@ynrules - OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD YAS KWEEN SLAY!!

@kika.gomes - forever proud of u my love 🫶🏼so glad to have seen you make this song and see u power through life. honoured to be your friend and ill love u forever. always wanna hang out with u.

@lewishamilton - honoured to be on your team. my support is with you always. so proud 💜

@yourbestfriend - my favouritest friend. my babygirl. my love. my sweetheart. my talented darling. forever proud of you. forever glad i gave u my glove. 🩷

@lilymunihe- my darling u are a force and i adore u. you're my favourite person ever. so proud and i'm always there for u. ps alex has been sobbing for half an hour I think u broke him

-@alexalbon- no I am not lily 😭😭 but gorgeous job y/n. many congratulations 🎉

@carla.brocker - congratulations mom soeur. i love u always 🩷💗🫶🏼 so glad to have u in my life and have u guiding me. you're an icon and a force to be reckoned with. forever grateful for u.

@arthur.leclerc - you are truly a wonder. congratulations cherie! 🩷

@yncharles2216 - she didn't tag charles :( all those years of friendship...

@charlesfans - she's two faced. forgot charles already.

-@ynfans - we don't need u here. mother slays and you're a loser.

liked by @arthur.leclerc @.kika.gomes @.yourbestfriend and @carla.brocker

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charles took in the sight of the blue waters surrounding the boat.

his brothers, their girlfriends, his mother and their friends had all decided to spend the day on the boat. lorenzo and arthur were enjoying the football game on the tv, and carla and charlotte (lorenzo's girlfriend) were enjoying a sunbathing session on the deck.

charles sighed. he missed your presence on the boat. in fact, he missed your presence overall. usually, the both of you would be chatting away to glory, or playing games or just lounging about together.

he hadn't realized exactly how much your presence meant to him until you had slowly begun to pull away.

he felt tears rise up and he blinked them away furiously.

from the corner of his eye, he saw his mother approach him.

"salut maman" he smiled, kissing her cheeks.

"charles, pourquoi as-tu l'air si triste?" charles why do you look so sad?

"je ne sais pas maman, je... elle me manque tellement" i don't know mum, i... i miss her so much.

"mon fils, tu sais, je sais, nous savons tous que tu aimes y/n. pourquoi tu ne lui dis pas chérie ? elle t'aime tellement aussi et ça me fait mal au cœur que deux personnes destinées l'une à l'autre ne soient pas ensemble." my son, you know, i know,we all have known that you love y/n. why dont you tell her darling? she loves you so much too and it hurts my heart that two people destined for each other aren't together.

"mais... et si elle ne m'aime pas, maman ? je ne veux pas ruiner notre amitié et je ne veux pas la perdre. et c'est égoïste, mais je ne veux pas être blessé" but.. what if she doesnt love me back mum? i domt wamt to ruin our friendship and i dont want to lose her. and its selfish, but i dont want to be hurt..

"charles, l'amour est une douleur. dire à quelqu'un dont vous ne savez pas qu'il vous aime, que vous l'aimez est terrifiant, mais c'est ça l'amour. mais tu ne peux pas laisser cette peur t’arrêter. ne manquez pas votre chance de trouver le véritable amour. souviens-toi de mon fils, un amour comme celui-ci n'arrive qu'une fois dans la vie" charles, love is pain. telling someone you don't know loves you, that you love them is terrifying, but thats what love is. but you cant let that fear stop you. dont miss your chance at true love. remember my son, a love like this comes only once in a lifetime.

"je le ferai maman. merci" i will mum. thank you.

pascale pressed a kiss to her middle son's forehead, and left him to his thoughts. she knew he had a lot to think about.

charles knew he had a lot to think about too. he knew he had to tell you that he loved you, because damn it, you were his sun moon and stars and he would be damned if he let you go.

he smiled, a plan forming in his mind. he called carla and arthur, knowing you had a soft spot for the two of them.

"les gars, j'ai besoin de votre aide" he said.

"how can we help charles?" carla asked, smiling at him.

"i want to tell y/n that i love her"

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a/n - part ii finished!!! i hope you guys liked it 🩷🫶🏼 comments, feedback, opinions, reblogs are always appreciated! my comments and inbox and are always open so feel free to drop in any time!!

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cheryls-blossomed · 11 months

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Iris West-Allen has, from the moment that she appeared on my screen for the first time in a floral jacket and with her gorgeous smile (indeed, to quote Barry Allen, “But then I see her smile... Man, that cannot be science...”), been my favorite character on television. Magnanimous, determined, brave, loyal, loving, and blatantly lacking in self-preservation, Iris’s journey from budding journalist to media empire Queen and Matriarch of the Flash family has been revelatory.

Equally integral of course is Candice Patton, who portrayed Iris with such integrity and heart, and who stayed on this show for fans and for the Black women who were cast as leading ladies after her, despite the racism that she endured on a daily basis, because Candice knew how much this representation meant onscreen. Candice’s portrayal of Iris opened so many doors for Black women in this industry; she is a trail-blazer in every sense of the word.

Iris West-Allen has faced immense trauma during the course of this show, overcoming Mirror-Verses, Crises, Time Sickness, the death of her first time-traveling child... she has endured and endured and endured, and she has always maintained her heart, lion-heartedness, her optimism, and her ability to see the good in people. She has been, time and again, the strength of this show, and she is, unequivocally, Barry’s heart. The evolution of Iris’s character is demonstrative of course of Candice’s dedication to this role, and how much love and courage and dignity that she brought to the role of Iris.

Iris West-Allen is a superhero, and she always has been. And I am going to miss her so very much.

#the flash #iris west allen #iris west #westallen #candice patton

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peakyswritings · 8 months

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Bad Omen

Written for @zablife ‘s 2k celebration: ��Tommy has eloped with a young bride the family has deemed untrustworthy from reputable sources. The couple has just returned from their honeymoon in Paris and now the new Mrs. Shelby would like to meet those closest to him. The couple spares no expense for their lovely housewarming party, but it's ill-fated from the beginning as those Tommy holds near and dear try to run her off with tales of horror. Every room holds a surprise and each guest a secret, but what could they be?” Congrats again, darling🤍🌼

Warnings: mentions of death.

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They didn’t like her.

An hour into the party, (Y/n) was sure of one thing: the Shelbys didn’t like her. Her husband had warned her that they might be a bit wary at first, that they would need some time to warm up to her, that they would eventually take her in, but she knew that wasn’t going to happen. They didn’t want her in the family. Something told her that even before meeting her, they had already made up their mind. And now all of her efforts to make a good impression felt useless.

Everything had been planned down to the last detail. The decorations, the food, the soft music playing in the background. (Y/n) had personally made sure that nothing was out of place, or left to chance. That night had to be perfect. But what she had not bargained for was that even she couldn’t control the weather. A furious storm raged outside, the rain lashed at the windows so heavily that it was almost impossible to distinguish what was happening on the other side of the glass. The wind howled through the trees, dangerously swaying their branches, and the lighting flashing across the night sky cast an eerie light over the house, giving it a grim, somber look.

The lights flickered in the big room, making the hum of voices fade into silence. They flickered a second time, then a third, then everything went dark. (Y/n) instinctively grabbed Tommy’s arm, nestling closer to his strong frame.

“It’s just the storm, love.” He whispered in her ear. “Just the storm.”

In another occasion his husky voice would’ve been enough to reassure her, but the whole situation made it impossible for her to relax. The thunderstorm, the unreadable glances the family kept on sending her, the tense atmosphere.

When Polly slipped her arm through her own and asked her with honey-sweet voice to go grab some more candles with her, her request feeling more like an order, (Y/n) knew she couldn’t refuse. The matriarch had been watching her all the time, and it felt like her piercing dark eyes could read right into her soul, searching for a weakness, a flaw. A secret.

With a candle in her hand, Polly guided her up the imposing staircase and down the hallway, their steps echoing on the wooden floor. The older woman pushed a door open, and (Y/n) immediately recognised the small study. In the short time she had moved into the mansion, she had only been in that room a few times. For some reason, she didn’t like it. It was dark, and cold, and it made her feel uneasy somehow. They stepped further into the study, the floor creaking underneath their feet.

A loud bang made (Y/n) jump in surprise, and when she turned around the door was closed. Polly, on the other hand, was completely unfazed. She shrugged, placing the candle on a small table. “It’s the wind, love.”

(Y/n) nodded, taking a deep breath. It was the wind. Just the wind. There was no need to be paranoid.

The room fell silent again, and she suddenly realised that it had stopped raining. Hopefully the power would come back soon. She walked up to the window with slow steps, an unfamiliar nervousness taking over her. She pushed the burgundy curtain aside, then wiped the foggy glass with her hand, squinting her eyes. Something croaked outside, making her take a step back. A crow was perched on the branch of a tree, and she could’ve sworn that his glistening little eyes were staring at her.

“A bad omen.” Polly’s voice came to her ears, pulling her out of her thoughts.

(Y/n) shifted her gaze from the crow to Polly, then to the crow again. He was still looking. Shivering, she walked away from the window, eager to find the candles and get out of that room. But then something else caught her eye. On a dresser, there were the roses that Tommy had gifted her that morning. But the flowers, which up until a few hours before were lush and brilliant, were now withered. Their scent was gone and their vibrant colours had faded to grey. She ran a finger on the dry petals, furrowing her brows in confusion.

“Is there something wrong?”

Polly’s abrupt question startled her again. She was a few steps behind her, carefully observing her. (Y/n) gulped, shaking her head. “No. No, it’s fine.”

The woman nodded, going back to what she was doing.

(Y/n) hastily opened one of the drawers, and she exhaled a breath of relief when she saw a few candles and a box of matches. However, it was a brown leather book which grabbed her attention. When she pulled it out, she realised it was not a book, rather a diary. She lit one of the candles and placed it on the wooden surface so that she could see what it was about. She flipped through the pages, but the handwriting was so messy that she couldn’t quite decipher what was written in the diary, nor understand who it belonged to. Just a few words stood out, a few terrifying words. Curse. Devil. It’s with Shelbys. It’s in the blood. Something slipped from between the pages and fell at her feet. It was a card. No, it was a tarot. Death.

A chill ran through her spine, and her body froze in place as the Grim Reaper stared at her from the ground. The crow croaked again, louder, but now he was right outside the window, looking inside. He slightly tilted his head, then, as if scared by something, he flapped his wings and flew away.

“A bad omen indeed.” Polly murmured, glancing at the tarot. (Y/n)’s heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she hadn’t even heard her coming by her side.

Not showing the slightest hint of discomfort, the older woman crouched to grab the card and put it back in its place. Still frozen, as if she had no control over her limbs anymore, (Y/n) let her take the diary, which seemed to have become as heavy as a stone, and watched as she placed it in the drawer.

As if she had just noticed the horrified expression on the younger woman’s face, Polly gave her a sweet smile, bringing a cold hand on her face to gently caress it. Then she leaned in, and the chilling words she whispered in her ear held nothing of the gentleness she had just shown her.

“Don’t believe his lies.”

Edit: I forgot to add the tag list yesterday

Tag list: @iamngoclinh08 @lilywinchesterlove @fandom-puff @capitanostella @caelys @lucillethings @peakyxtommy @queenofkings1212 @lyarr24 @kmc1989 @call-sign-shark @jomarch-wannabe

Tommy Shelby tag list: @50svibes

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders fics #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fic

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Oooooh tell me more about Wolf’s fam 👀

Wolf comes from a very typical upperclass IceWing family - stuffy and emotionally repressed and kinda pearl-clutchy.

His parents (Shine and Fir) were an arranged marriage and - despite not being romantically involved - got along well enough as a couple, eventually having a son (Flash).

However, Shine was always a thrill-seeker and found her nuclear family extremely boring. She spent a lot of her time travelling as an ambassador for the IceWing Kingdom, which is how she eventually met Barren (Wolf’s bio dad).

Her infidelity only came to light after Wolf’s hatching, when his appearance made it incredibly clear he wasn’t Fir’s child - and at this point Shine was dead, having succumbed to injuries sustained in a hunting accident. The family was incredibly embarrassed once word spread that Shine - eldest daughter, future matriarch of the family - had broken her vow, and the mourning following her death was quickly replaced with gossip and jibes.

This left Wolf to grow up in the angry shadow of a parent he never even met - though part of him is relieved that his extended family’s dislike of him meant he wasn’t subject to their meddling like his brother was.

There’s more about Fir and Flash here.

#bog talks #horst #Wolf #shine #fir #flash

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perfectlyripeclementine · 5 months

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queer novel masterlist: Palestine edition

Found this list via @evereadssapphic on Instagram.

You Exist Too Much, Zaina Arafat

On a hot day in Bethlehem, a 12-year-old Palestinian-American girl is yelled at by a group of men outside the Church of the Nativity. She has exposed her legs in a biblical city, an act they deem forbidden, and their judgement will echo on through her adolescence. When our narrator finally admits to her mother that she is queer, her mother's response only intensifies a sense of shame: "You exist too much," she tells her daughter.

Told in vignettes that flash between the U.S. and the Middle East--from New York to Jordan, Lebanon, and Palestine--Zaina Arafat's debut novel traces her protagonist's progress from blushing teen to sought-after DJ and aspiring writer. In Brooklyn, she moves into an apartment with her first serious girlfriend and tries to content herself with their comfortable relationship. But soon her longings, so closely hidden during her teenage years, explode out into reckless romantic encounters and obsessions with other people. Her desire to thwart her own destructive impulses will eventually lead her to The Ledge, an unconventional treatment center that identifies her affliction as "love addiction." In this strange, enclosed society she will start to consider the unnerving similarities between her own internal traumas and divisions and those of the places that have formed her.

Opening up the fantasies and desires of one young woman caught between cultural, religious, and sexual identities, You Exist Too Much is a captivating story charting two of our most intense longings--for love, and a place to call home.

Haifa Fragments, Khulud Khamis

As a designer of jewelry, Maisoon wants an ordinary extraordinary life, which isn't easy for a tradition-defying activist and Palestinian citizen of Israel who refuses to be crushed by the feeling that she is an unwelcome guest in the land of her ancestors. She volunteers for the Machsom Watch, an organization that helps children in the Occupied Territories cross the border to receive medical care. Frustrated by her boyfriend Ziyad and her father, who both want her to get on with life and forget those in the Occupied Territories, she lashes out only to discover her father isn't the man she thought he was. Raised a Christian, in a relationship with a Muslim man and enamored with a Palestinian woman from the Occupied Territories, Maisoon must decide her own path.

A Map Of Home, Randa Jarrar

In this fresh, funny, and fearless debut novel, Randa Jarrar chronicles the coming-of-age of Nidali, one of the most unique and irrepressible narrators in contemporary fiction. Born in 1970s Boston to an Egyptian-Greek mother and a Palestinian father, the rebellious Nidali--whose name is a feminization of the word "struggle"--soon moves to a very different life in Kuwait. There the family leads a mildly eccentric middle-class existence until the Iraqi invasion drives them first to Egypt and then to Texas. This critically acclaimed debut novel is set to capture the hearts of everyone who has ever wondered what their own map of home might look like.

The Skin And Its Girl, Sarah Cypher

In a Pacific Northwest hospital far from the Rummani family's ancestral home in Palestine, the heart of a stillborn baby begins to beat and her skin turns vibrantly, permanently cobalt blue. On the same day, the Rummanis' centuries-old soap factory in Nablus is destroyed in an air strike. The family matriarch and keeper of their lore, Aunt Nuha, believes that the blue girl embodies their sacred history, harkening back to a time when the Rummanis were among the wealthiest soap-makers and their blue soap was a symbol of a legendary love.

Decades later, Betty returns to Aunt Nuha's gravestone, faced with a difficult decision: Should she stay in the only country she's ever known, or should she follow her heart and the woman she loves, perpetuating her family's cycle of exile? Betty finds her answer in partially translated notebooks that reveal her aunt's complex life and struggle with her own sexuality, which Nuha hid to help the family immigrate to the United States. But, as Betty soon discovers, her aunt hid much more than that.The Skin and Its Girl is a searing, poetic tale about desire and identity, and a provocative exploration of how we let stories divide, unite, and define us--and wield even the power to restore a broken family. Sarah Cypher is that rare debut novelist who writes with the mastery and flair of a seasoned storyteller.

The Philistine, Leila Marshy

Nadia Eid doesn't know it yet, but she's about to change her life. It's the end of the ‘80s and she hasn’t seen her Palestinian father since he left Montreal years ago to take a job in Egypt, promising to bring her with him. But now she’s twenty-five and he’s missing in action, so she takes matters into her own hands. Booking a short vacation from her boring job and Québecois boyfriend, she calls her father from the Nile Hilton in downtown Cairo. But nothing goes as planned and, stumbling around, Nadia wanders into an art gallery where she meets Manal, a young Egyptian artist who becomes first her guide and then her lover.

Through this unexpected relationship, Nadia rediscovers her roots, her language, and her ambitions, as her father demonstrates the unavoidable destiny of becoming a Philistine – the Arabic word for Palestinian. With Manal’s career poised to take off and her father’s secret life revealed, the First Intifada erupts across the border.

The Twenty-Ninth Year, Hala Alyan

For Hala Alyan, twenty-nine is a year of transformation and upheaval, a year in which the past--memories of family members, old friends and past lovers, the heat of another land, another language, a different faith--winds itself around the present.

Hala's ever-shifting, subversive verse sifts together and through different forms of forced displacement and the tolls they take on mind and body. Poems leap from war-torn cities in the Middle East, to an Oklahoma Olive Garden, a Brooklyn brownstone; from alcoholism to recovery; from a single woman to a wife. This collection summons breathtaking chaos, one that seeps into the bones of these odes, the shape of these elegies.

A vivid catalog of heartache, loneliness, love and joy, The Twenty-Ninth Year is an education in looking for home and self in the space between disparate identities.

Between Banat, Mejdulene Bernard Shomali

In Between Banat Mejdulene Bernard Shomali examines homoeroticism and nonnormative sexualities between Arab women in transnational Arab literature, art, and film. Moving from The Thousand and One Nights and the Golden Era of Egyptian cinema to contemporary novels, autobiographical writing, and prints and graphic novels that imagine queer Arab futures, Shomali uses what she calls queer Arab critique to locate queer desire amid heteronormative imperatives. Showing how systems of heteropatriarchy and Arab nationalisms foreclose queer Arab women's futures, she draws on the transliterated term "banat"--the Arabic word for girls--to refer to women, femmes, and nonbinary people who disrupt stereotypical and Orientalist representations of the "Arab woman." By attending to Arab women's narration of desire and identity, queer Arab critique substantiates queer Arab histories while challenging Orientalist and Arab national paradigms that erase queer subjects. In this way, Shomali frames queerness and Arabness as relational and transnational subject formations and contends that prioritizing transnational collectivity over politics of authenticity, respectability, and inclusion can help lead toward queer freedom.

Belladonna, Anbara Salam

Isabella is beautiful, inscrutable, and popular. Her best friend, Bridget, keeps quietly to the fringes of their Connecticut Catholic school, watching everything and everyone, but most especially Isabella.

In 1957, when the girls graduate, they land coveted spots at the Accademia di Belle Arti di Pentila in northern Italy, a prestigious art history school on the grounds of a silent convent. There, free of her claustrophobic home and the town that will always see her and her Egyptian mother as outsiders, Bridget discovers she can reinvent herself as anyone she desires... perhaps even someone Isabella could desire in return.

But as that glittering year goes on, Bridget begins to suspect Isabella is keeping a secret from her, one that will change the course of their lives forever. (I believe this book is by a Palestinian author but not actually set in or about Palestine.)

#read palestine #qlit #queer literature #queer reading list #tbr #palestinian authors #SWANA authors #arab authors #qtpoc writers #qtpoc authors

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Hope's Shadow

Sequel to Planned Obsolescence

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Kar’niss retreated to his quarters for the remainder of the day, hiding away from his mistress and the new addition to the manor. He dug through his meager belongings until he found his one source of comfort, a simple music box that had been brought from the surface. He wound up the silver key mechanism in the wooden base to bring it to life. A simple, enchanting melody filled the air which assisted in easing Kar’niss’s anxiety, a rare smile tugged at his lips. His eyes closed which allowed him to surrender to the tune and drift away from his current reality, his personal hell.

Visions flashed in his minds eye. The aroma of a night orchid, the magnificent glow of sussur trees, a fluttering sensation rolling in his chest like warm cider, and the vague memory of a face; Her face. She was delicate and wise, her hand in his leading him through a valley of torchstalks. Fire beetles flew all around them shedding sparks with every beat of their wings. This created a dazzling display akin to sparklers, a feast for the eyes and a wonderment for a boy as young as he was at the time.

“Noura, doesn’t the fire hurt them?” The boy asked. “No, Kar’niss. They are immune to fire for it is their element to control. Many creatures in nature are connected to the elements.” His face crinkled as he mulled the information over. No older than ten he was still learning about the world around him, or at least the world he was meant to know. “What about on the surface? Do they have fire beetles too?” The woman chuckled and turned to face the curious child. “The surface has many wonders of its own. However, it is not a place we are welcome. The surface dwellers do not like drow, they see us as vile beasts to mock and destroy. The Underdark is where we belong, watched over by our glorious goddess, Lolth.” Kar’niss worried his lower lip between his teeth, his fingers curled tighter to grasp Noura’s hand all the more. “That is sad. I was hoping to see it someday, just to know what it looks like. But I don’t want people to mock or hate me.” Kar’niss bowed his head while his feet shuffled against the ground. Noura moved to kneel in front of him, her hands reaching out to cup either side of his face. “That is why it is better to stay here where you know you’ll be valued. Lolth rewards her faithful and if your arcane talents improve, you are sure to rise high in her favor. If not, you’ll find a Matron to serve which honors Lolth just as well.” The boy nodded and leaned into the touch to his face. In Noura there was safety, there was understanding, a far cry from what he could expect from his parents. Noura sensed Kar’niss’s disappointment at being denied a trip to the surface. She reached into her bag and fished out the small music box, placing it within his hands. “Wh-What’s this?” He asked.

“A music box. I obtained it during my last excursion top side, I think you should have it.” “Really?” He looked the item over, turning it around in his hands to study the features. “Yes, really. Just make sure not to play with it while around the Matriarchs, or your family. This is for you and you alone. Consider it a little piece of the surface from me to you.” She smiled. His eyes lit up, quick to hug the mechanism to his chest as if it were a favored stuffed animal. He leaned into her and wrapped an arm around Nourna’s neck to hold fast. “Thank you...thank you...” *** A firm knock upon his chamber door snapped him out of his daze, throwing him back into reality. He scrambled to slam the music box shut silencing the device, spinning around in his chair with some annoyance. How long had he been daydreaming for? “Who is it?” He asked, his voice shaken. “Xaros. May I come in?” Kar’niss groaned, a hand clapping over his face before his palm ran down the length in a single motion. “Fine, enter.” Xaros opened the door and stepped into the room, closing it behind him. He rubbed the back of his neck and leaned against a nearby wall, too apprehensive to approach. “I’m not sure what happened before. I know you don’t like me, the older servants never do,” Xaros said. “It’s not my business to like you, it is the Matron’s. We’re here to serve her, our interpersonal relationship means fuck all. Anything else?” Kar’niss turned to put the music box away, his hand swiping at his shoulder to dust it off. Xaros frowned. “I disagree. Our interpersonal relationship holds the greatest importance. After all, we’re merely tools for her entertainment. You and I are the only real souls here, the only ones with a sliver of decency. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” “Are you mad or do you just have a death wish?” Kar’niss spun around side eye him. “I could approach her right now and out your blasphemous tongue.” “You could. Then I’ll be flayed, put on display, and discarded like thousands before me. The Matron will find a new toy and the cycle repeats once more. Don’t think you’re safe just because you grovel. You are as much on the chopping block as I am.” “Bullshit,” Kar’niss scoffed, “I’ve served her for years. She may punish me but she knows few could withstand her cruelty as well as I can. I’m an asset, you are eye candy.” Xaros pushed away from the wall and marched over to Kar’niss. He planted one hand on the desk and leaned into his space, locking eye contact with his reluctant counterpart. “I’ve served four different households. I’ve watched fellow consorts castrated for the smallest infractions. Beaten, tortured, discarded like rotten meat, forgotten. I’m sick of the cycle, Kar’niss, and I won’t be played like a fiddle anymore.” Kar’niss clenched his teeth as his fingers curled to make two tense fists. His pending response was interrupted by Xaros grabbing his chin, forcing his head to turn so he could look up at the larger drow. “I saw it in your eyes the moment you appeared. The fear, the loneliness, hopelessness. We’re better than this. I hear on the surface it’s very different, that men are free.” Kar’niss jerked his head from Xaros’s grip. “They hate drow on the surface, man or woman. You’d be trading one slice of hell for a different one. At least down here drow have the chance to thrive, to become something great. You’re buying into human propaganda.” “It is not the humans that feed us propaganda, it comes from our own kind. Drow have an uneasy history with the surface, that is true. But Drizzt and Jarlaxle were not only accepted, they thrived.” “Oh please!” Kar’niss jumped out of his seat and gave Xaros a shove. “You don’t know what you’re talking about and I don’t want to entertain this a moment longer. If you value your head then you won’t speak of this anymore, least of all with me. As a fellow consort, this is the only warning I’ll give you. As if you deserve that much to begin with.”

Xaros held up his hands in a defensive stance and took several steps back. “Alright, you win. If this is the life you prefer then I won’t disrupt the harmony.” Kar’niss’s face twisted. “I never said this is the life I prefer. It’s simply better than being dead. Things might change, plenty of consorts have risen above their station. If you spent more time serving and less dreaming about the surface then you could gain Lolth’s favor.” The other drow walked to the door. He paused with his hand on the knob, sparing a glance over his shoulder at Kar’niss. “I’m not the only one with dreams of the surface though, am I?” Kar’niss squinted in confusion, his mouth opening to speak yet the words never came. “Nice music box.” Xaros said as he stepped out of the room.

He felt the color drain from his face, his body feeling as if it had been shoved by phantom hands. He clutched the collar of his shirt, a lump forming in his throat. He opened the desk drawer to peer at his prized possession, admiring the intricate swirling designs carved in the lid. He slid his fingertips over the surface while he shook his head, that bubble of denial expanding in the depths of his gut. “He’s wrong, wrong! Filthy heathen is going to lose his head and he’ll deserve it,” he hissed. His eyes lingered on the trinket, caressing the lid with a gentle touch.

“H-He’ll...deserve it.”

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #drider #bg3 #fanfic #karniss #headcanon origin story #my writing #drow #underdark #sfw

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 4 months

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“Zelda?” he repeated. “What is it?” This was something bad, this was something terrible. But why had Impa only addressed the letter to him? Was it something she didn’t want Zelda to know?

“Link, I…” Zelda looked at the letter again. Her eyes flashed with utter fury. “There is- something’s happened. A family has arrived in Kakariko, from Lurelin. They asked Impa for your whereabouts.”

“Oh,” Link said. “Is that all? Do they need help?”

Zelda took a deep breath and put the letter down. She took Link’s hands.

“Link, darling,” she said, much softer now, as if trying not to spook him. “Their matriarch claims to be Aryll.”

One hundred years ago, unknown to everyone, Aryll survived the Calamity. Unknown to her, Link was brought back from the dead.

Now, with Ganon gone and news of Link and Zelda's survival spreading through Hyrule, Aryll goes in search of her big brother alongside her family. But how to prove herself? How to confirm that she's exactly who she says she is?

Or: Aryll lived. Link lived. After one hundred years, it's time to reunite.

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This is sort of an out of left field question- but what are your thoughts on Peter and Talia being half or step siblings?

Obviously, they don’t look alike very much. And clearly genes are funky things and this is not damning evidence. But I think it’s a very personal hc to me bc I myself have a half brother who I love very much, but it does influence our interactions.

One thing I constantly think about is Peter being an unreliable narrator. And what we see of Laura from his pov is different than Scott and Stiles finding her body. Is he imagining she’s blond and looks more like him? Yeah sure this could just be casting inaccuracies. But it feels very personal lol.

Has Peter always felt a degree of distance with his family? Where did the idea of him being Talia’s left hand come from? Wouldnt he have been there in the alpha pack flash back if that was the case? Was he younger than Laura? This also brings to mind Papa Hale (who I like to imagine was a human part of the pack/another pack before him and Talia were in a relationship). Was Talia always a Hale? Or married in?

Anyway, I have many thoughts and questions. But I really appreciate your analysis and insight. Joining a fandom past its prime (affectionate) is sort of like being in the apocalypse where 80% of the fandom is dead, and finding a ‘survivor’ is a miracle. Anyway, if you feel like it, I would love your thoughts on it all :3

if laura hale is my roman empire than talia and peter's relationship is my holy roman empire.

@dear-massacre and i talk about this quite frequently. it's a problem fam.

i do have a talia hale and peter hale and the hale family feels tags.

we don't really have any information other than some crumbs jeff has thrown us within canon.

in my opinion talia is the hale. there's no other option put forth. derek's father is such a non-entity that there's zero mention of him. the hales are clearly an old family of werewolves and were part of the very founding of beacon hills itself likely connected to the nemeton.

not to mention, season 3 has a lot to do with derek learning from and accepting talia's legacy and the legacy of the hale family. it also directly contrasts the argents. the argents pay lip service to being matriarchal but we know gerard has been calling the shots for decades whereas it seems as though the hales actually were.

so when you get down to it you can pretty much headcanon anything you want for how the exact specifics of how talia and peter are related but what we do know is talia was the older sibling and peter the younger.

peter doesn't actually talk about talia very much if at all. however, his monolog in monstrous is quite illuminating on peter's headspace while he was in a coma and pre-resurrection.

i predicted this. i told-i told talia this was going to happen... something like this was going to happen... i said that they were gonna come for us... " the argents, they're gonna come for us. they're gonna burn us to the ground-- burn us to the ground." did she listen? of course not! did anyone listen? they listened to her-- yes!-- say that everything was going to be fine. that we were all perfectly safe...perfectly safe... but she made us weak! she made us weak. and what happens to the weakest in the herd? they get picked off by the predators! we used to be the apex predators, until talia turned us into sheep.

with that said i do have my own ideas on their relationship given what we know. visionary is the episode that does the heavy lifting in the entire goddamn show in regards to this.

the age inconsistency comes from bringing back the younger actor from season 2 to play peter in visionary. it makes peter appear closer to derek's age than he actually is. i think it's almost part of peter's manipulations. it's his attempt to manipulate the audience as well just like he did lydia.

there's just simply no way talia hale didn't know about peter's everything. she was not only his older sister but she was his alpha. i think peter and talia may have been more similar than people want to believe.

peter is a lot of things. many of them contradictory. he loved his sister and clearly mourned her but that doesn't mean he didn't resent her just a little. he did still after all go with derek to retrieve her claws and i think there's something twisted up in him about how derek resembles her and begins to become more like her.

when you begin to sort of dig into what we know about the hale family the more one begins to question if talia was as benevolent as people assume she was. there's some seriously morally questionable things that occurred. talia did some shady things.

the real big one is that she coerced corrine into carrying her pregnancy with malia to term. the likely explanation is talia did this because she knew this would decrease corrine's power.

corrine is pretty explicit about this with what she says to malia:

you know, your real name isn't malia. you don't have a name. talia hale took you away from me before i could give you one.

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corrine: i'm not going to stop, malia. i'm taking back what you stole from me. malia: i didn't steal anything. corrine: but you did. corrine: and I don't care if you're a willing participant or not. talia hale spent nine months trying to convince me of the miracle of childbirth. you know what it really felt like? a parasite. talia said it was a gift, that the coyote passes down part of her power to her daughter. she called it "beautiful." i call it "theft."

she also took peter's memories of malia's existence which considering peter's reaction doesn't seem like he had much say in. so in effect talia removed peter's agency.

she probably felt she had valid reason for doing these things. corrine was a threat and dangerous person but still it's really, really questionable. it still ended with malia's adoptive mother and sister being killed and malia going missing for years because corrine was vengeful over losing her power. talia was still alive when this happened.

of all people talia had to be aware of peter's -- you know -- everything and she probably held the leash. he wasn't a problem so long as she was the alpha and could control him.

talia also had to have been aware of and likely either approved of or encouraged him taking a mentor sort of role with derek. we see peter having a keen interest in derek in both visionary and the season 4 flashbacks.

like, who do we think ran off and told talia about what happened with derek and paige? who likely instructed peter on getting rid of paige's body and helping to cover up her death to protect derek and the family?

i actually fully believe she knew peter was skulking about the werewolf summit and may have even told him to do so.

talia is like the mona lisa smile of teen wolf. she's inscrutable but we get impressions about her and what she was like via the people that knew her. her children, her brother, her advisor and peers.

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #talia hale #peter hale #i really need to continue to sort my meta but it's so daunting #i write too much about this silly show

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uzumaki-rebellion · 7 months

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"Sinner & Saint" : Creed III Chapter 10

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"You are my light in the dark

Show me the way with your heart

I know I'm not used to this feeling

But it's clear even when

I'm a thousand miles away

I'm so taken by ya, can't stop thinking bout ya

I am in love and from where I stand,

I am your man, I am...all, all…"

Terrell Grice feat George Lovett & Saeed— "All"

Donnie blinked at all the photographer lights flashing white and yellow blasts at him. Bianca and Amara sat to his right and Athena and Tony sat to his left with his new business partner Herb Raffe and the always ubiquitous Buddy Marcelle. Behind them on a giant ESPN banner his likeness held the coveted heavy weight belt and his upper body glistened and popped with muscles. Donnie knew this day would come, and the emotions roiled deep inside his chest.

Seated near the phalanx of news media and photographers were a few selected fighters on his roster, including Dame. The usual rush of questions came at him and he answered with the sophistication that all of his media training provided. Donnie needed to appear adroit and confident as a new brand manager and businessman. The transition from boxer to brains behind a multi-million dollar operation had to go off without a hitch.

"Why now, Adonis? Pundits say you have a good two-to-three years left in you."

The female reporter asking the question stood up holding a small notepad. She was a familiar face in the boxing scene, Carly Deloach, the daughter of a media magnate. Carly tossed back blond highlighted hair and gave him a warm flirty smile coaxing him to give her juicy details.

"It's time. I've reached the pinnacle and done everything I can to show the world that the Creed legacy is something to admire and be proud of. There's nothing left for me to do but usher in a new generation of talented boxers and pass on the wealth of knowledge I've gained from my training with Rocky Balboa, Tony "Little Duke" Evers, and the matriarch of the Creed family, Mary Anne Creed…hey Ma, love ya!"

Donnie winked and blew a kiss toward a camera that he knew transmitted his message to his mother at home. Another reporter jumped in, a cocky Sports Illustrated veteran who had doubts about Donnie from the very beginning until he finally won the belt. Patrick MacLaughlin was an asshole, but a fair one when he looked at the stats on all boxers. Patrick's stomach lopped over his belt, and his thinning hair stayed slicked down.

"Adonis, you toss around legacy a lot, and as the talented son of a beloved icon who has brought back a coveted world champion title to the family name—"

"I have to cut in, sorry Adonis…" Buddy said.

Buddy Marcelle gave a smirk that Donnie couldn't tell if it was meant to be rude or just hustling for air time. The man glanced at Athena who looked beautiful as always, dressed in a tight pumpkin top, and dark flared designer slacks. Buddy cleared his throat and continued.

"The Creed legacy can't be spoken about without mentioning the fact that Athena Creed brought back the first championship title to the family. I know this press conference is about Adonis, but Apollo Creed has two world champion fighters up here on this panel. Put some respect on your big sister's name, Adonis."

The crowd chuckled and a few of the women representing the media clapped and called out Athena's name.

"You right, you right," Donnie quickly blurted. He threw his arm around Athena. "My big sis is the first of Apollo's children to bring home a title. You people out there in the MMA arena are lucky she's a sports manager now instead of whooping ass!"

Athena laughed it off.

"Athena! Athena! Could you beat Adonis in a one on one?" Another reporter shouted.

Donnie pushed his table mic closer to her.

"Tell 'em," Donnie said.

Poised and polished, Athena leaned in.

"I had to always keep Adonis in check. The only thing he has on me is height and muscle weight," Athena joked.

Buddy horned in again.

"I think we need to see a big ticket event with these two, Creed versus Creed."

Athena waved a dismissive hand to Buddy and she patted Donnie's arm to get him back on track.

"Athena… what does this moment mean for you watching your brother retire?" Carly asked.

Something sad flashed across Athena's face and she composed herself. Reaching out to hold Donnie's hand she squeezed it and took a deep inhale.

"Our father would be very proud that both of his athletic children have found their niche to excel beyond fighting. Adonis will bring in a lot of new talent so that other boxing legends can come forth down the line…Donnie?"

Athena pushed the mic back toward him and sat back in her seat.

A new volley of questions hit him and Tony up fast and he allowed the last few questions to go to Bianca and Amara, who signed her delight at having her father home more since he didn't have to train and travel so far away as much. Bianca translated for the media and everyone clapped when Amara said that she planned on being a boxer like her Auntie Athena and her daddy.

Once the retirement portion was handled, Donnie spent the rest of the press time answering questions centered on his new venture. He revealed his partnership with Buddy Marcelle in promoting the new company. Everyone in the audience saw dollar signs and a revitalized boxing scene. Afterward, Donnie posed with his family for pictures. He also posed with a few of his boxers. Dame was pulled into the mix and Athena made sure he stood next to Donnie's future cash cow, Felix Chavez. There was still bad blood between Dame and Sleepy from their sparring dust up. But Felix soaked in the media exposure knowing he was the guy to watch. Two other strong contenders for heavyweight champ status enjoyed the limelight too.

A buzz entered the room the moment Dame's name rang bells, and during the retirement mixer Donnie set up for the ESPN coverage, Athena fielded questions with Dame. Felix felt a way about Dame shifting attention his way, but that was all due to Athena. The press loved getting soundbites from her and she was an expert at snagging spotlights for clients. She damn near twisted his arm to get Dame a seven figure signing bonus. She haggled for more through Dame's lawyer when they went over the contract, but Donnie didn't want to get his partners riled up over an untested client. He sweetened the deal by offering to put Dame in their ads over the next six months to bolster his visibility. She agreed to that…barely.

Athena was a pitbull, and she worked the room forcing him to do the same for Felix and the other boxers. They were both hustlers and no matter what she did to get Dame more exposure, it only helped Creed Enterprises.

"Hope I didn't step on your toes during the press chat," Buddy said, easing next to Donnie.

"Nah man, you were right to bring it up. Athena was the first, and she was way better than me when I started."

"I think people in this business tend to overlook her fighting talent. Just so you know, I want her to work for me one day."

"I doubt if she would, but you can certainly try," Donnie quipped.

"How come she's not a part of Creed Enterprises?"

"She wants to do her own thing."

"So no hard feelings if I poach her from her current gig?"

"Like I said, good luck with that."

"Her managing Dame isn't a problem for you?"

"Dame needs special handling. My sister likes a challenge and she is making a lot of good moves for him."

Buddy kept hawk-like eyes on his sister. Bianca and Amara joined them and they worked the room celebrating his new life. Patrick from Sports Illustrated approached him. Donnie pumped his hand up and down with enthusiasm.

"When can Felix sit down with you for that cover story?" Donnie asked.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about an in-depth interview with Damian Anderson. Athena pitched me a whopper of a comeback tale and I want to jump on it before Rolling Stone does."

"Pat, we talked about getting Felix on there before his next fight. He is the next big thing—"

"Yeah I know, but Damian is a more compelling story right now. When can we get together and talk shop about him?"

Donnie checked for his sister striding across the room holding a plate of food with Dame stuck to her side.

"Call Maxine to set up a date on my calendar, Pat"

"Great. You've got a helluva roster Adonis, and if the buzz on this Damian pans out, you and your boxers could dominate for years. Congrats on the retirement, too."

Pat shuffled off to speak with other reporters and Donnie stared at Felix who chatted with his mother/manager by the bar. He now had to come up with an excuse as to why he wouldn't have the next cover story. Fuck. Perhaps he could work in a one-on-one interview with Stephen A on SportsCenter for immediate coverage to get Felix out there first.

Athena handed Dame a shot of top shelf tequila and they both gulped back the liquid, letting it warm a trail down their throats.

"Doing okay?" she teased, watching Dame's lips pucker up from the intense taste.

"I don't need no more of that today," he joked.

"Look alive," Athena said.

Buddy Marcelle looped around a group of former boxers hooting it up and slapping backs at battles long past won.

"Today went well," Buddy said.

"Thank you for the kind words. I appreciate the shout out."

"I only spoke straight facts. You my dear are the crown jewel on Apollo Creed's crown. Folks need to remember an accurate legacy history. By the way, you look lovely today. That color brings out your skin tone."

"I can leave if you just wanna flirt," Dame said.

He had a smile on his face, but his tone said different. Buddy patted Dame's shoulder to defuse the heat in the boxer's eyes.

"Beauty and brains need to be acknowledged kind sir. I'm about to head out, I have an interview with Molly over on First Take tonight."

"Oh yeah?"

Buddy noticed the arch in her eyebrow and chuckled.

"You smell blood in the water and want to jump in, huh?"

"Hell yeah. I set up a cover story for Dame with Pat over on Sports Illustrated. I'm taking Eden from Rolling Stone to dinner tomorrow, trying to pitch my client."

Buddy eyed Dame with a sly quirk of his lips.

"Maybe let this man win some bouts before lining up too many interviews."

"I'm aiming for exclusives down the road for that."

"Okay…get his name out there. I see you. Can we meet up with some of my people to talk future promotions? Your brother's roster is full and he has to strike with his first string."

"He promised to give Dame as much attention too as part of our contract deal."

"Athena, you know how the game is. Chavez, Alvarez, and Jackson have Adonis booked and busy. Take advantage of some promotions in Dame's favor. My connections run deep big sister. Dame, I hope you do some serious winning these next six months before Adonis loses interest."

"He won't," Athena insisted.

"All I'm asking for is a sit down with you and Dame on my turf. Check out the lay of land and get in where you fit in." Buddy glanced at his rolex. "Call me when you're ready. We can make it dinner at 71 Above. Javier has a new menu I think you'd both like."

"I'll let you know."

Buddy meandered toward the exit leaving Athena with thoughts about Donnie cooling on her client. She snatched up another shot of tequila from the bar.

"He's right. You've got to win big to stay on Donnie's radar."

Dame put a hand around her waist and pulled her in close. His touch ignited arousal in her and she wanted so desperately to kiss his lips. They hadn't had any private time since they returned from Vegas. She needed him…needed the intimacy that shut out the world.

"Careful," she said stepping back from his solid wall of warmth.

Dame grinned and removed his hand before anyone clocked their true relationship.

"Invite Marcelle to my first fight. He'll have no doubts about me," Dame said.

"Don't worry, he'll be there on his own. That man doesn't miss anything that can make him richer. I think you should mingle with the other boxers now. I'm done beating the bushes for game."

Dame touched his index and middle finger to his forehead and saluted her before walking over to Donnie and the other fighters. She grabbed a glass of white wine and bee-lined over to Bianca and Amara. Her niece hugged her waist and Athena ruffled the spiral curls on top of her head.

"Excited?" Athena asked Bianca.

"Relieved. I couldn't wait for this day. Ma is ecstatic because he will finally use that business degree from college."

Amara took off skipping over to her father. Bianaca studied Athena's face.

"Does it bother you when people forget that you're a champion too?"

"That was so long ago—"

"Not really. You seemed happy that Buddy brought it up. I could tell."

"I appreciated him saying it."

"Will you come by our place for dinner tonight?"

"I thought there was going to be a big dinner celebration with Ma at the mansion."

"I wanted to do something at our house to give her a little break."

"A break from what?"

Bianca pulled her to the side.

"Have you noticed Ma slowing down or forgetting things a lot lately?" Bianca asked.

"Slowing down, yes… but that's her getting older and not doing the stretching and strength training I've tried to help her with. Maybe her hip is acting up. I mean, it's been a year since her replacement surgery, but…"

Bianca's expression hinted at something more serious. Her voice went even lower in volume.

"I think you and I should go with her to get checked out. The other day she was driving me to lunch and I noticed some eye-hand coordination things that have me concerned."

"You think it's something serious?"

"If I broach the subject she'll dismiss it, but if you come with me and talk to her about it, maybe she'll listen. I'm with her all the time and a different voice may convince her to make an appointment. Donnie had a lot going on and I didn't want to worry him about it. I was thinking we could talk to her after dinner. If it's at my house, she can't make an excuse to be busy hosting everything. It'll be out of her element."

"What time?"

"Seven. It'll be a catered BBQ around the pool, casual dress. Donnie wanted a lowkey family-oriented party. No celebs or anything like that. Just our people."

"Okay, I'll come to the house and do some girl time. Who else is coming from the gym?"

"Tony, Stich, Smoky... Padman and Amir. You can bring Dame if you want."

"Why would I bring my client?"

"Girl, be serious."

Bianca snickered and Athena rolled her eyes.

"That man has heart eyes for you and can't let you out of his sight without his neck swiveling."

Bianca moved in closer, and her eyes darted about before she spoke.

"I know what happened with him and Donnie."

"How do you feel about it?"

Bianca glanced over at Donnie and Dame speaking with the other boxers.

"It was a shitty situation and they were kids back then. Dame sounds like he wants to make the most of the opportunity to box again and Donnie will help him."

"It's the least he can do, right?"

Donnie walked over swinging Amara's hand.

"Ready to dip?" Donnie asked.

He kissed Bianca's cheek. Bianca spoke and signed at the same time.

"Yeah. I need to get the house ready for our guests tonight and check in with the caterers."

"Coming by right?" Donnie asked Athena.

"I have to check in with a few other clients downtown and I'll be over around seven-thirty depending on traffic."

"Cool. Hey, you were great up there. I'm glad you agreed to sit at the table with me. I wish Ma was here though."

"She hates media stuff and I'm sure she wanted the focus to be about you. I'll catch everyone tonight. Bye Ladybug."

Athena signed away for Amara, and her niece hugged her tight then clutched both of her parents' hands. A surge of people bid farewell to Donnie. Athena made her quiet escape from the crowd and sought out Damian.

"I'm going to pick you up at seven tonight," she said.

"For what?"

Dame followed her steps out of the ESPN building and waited with her for their valet parking.

"You were invited to attend Donnie's private family retirement party at his house by Bianca."

"Not Donnie?"

"Not sure, but Bianca is on to us. I think that's why she extended the invitation. Do you want to go? Sorry for assuming you would just go with me."

His lion-like eyes brought butterflies again. Dame had a way of looking at her that made Athena feel safe and protected.

"I want to go…with you. I like that you assume that about me. It's true."

"Okay, great. It's a date. We'll have to carry on like client-manager for appearances, but it'll be more relaxed. My mother will be there…if you change your mind, I won't be offended."

"Nah, its fine. It's time that your mother met me away from all the limelight. Maybe she'll finally see the real me."

"Trust me. She won't.

"Well then, that's on her. Not me."

The valet brought her car around and they both climbed in for the drive to Venice Beach.

"Want to come inside for a minute?" Dame offered once they reached his place.

He stood outside of the passenger side, leaning in through the window. Temptation reared up, but job responsibilities took precedence for Athena.

"I can't. I have some work to do."

"How about I meet you at your place and save you the drive out here? I'll leave my car in your parking garage."

"That'll work."

"Later," he said.

He tapped his fist on the door and strolled to the house he rented a room from. Despite having a million dollars in his bank account, Dame chose to stay in his Venice rental until he won his first post-prison fight. That would be in one week, and she had a lot of things to do to drum up more pub. The buzz about him in the ESPN mixer could only last so long before the sports media moved on to the next interest story.

Her day continued until she clocked out from her office. She swept into her condo showered, and changed into a comfortable pair of olive green cargo pants and a knotted, off-the-shoulder knit top in a loud tangerine color. Slipping into heels, she checked her landline for messages and ignored the ones from her ex who flew back into town from Toronto. Nolan was a long-distance fling that became a bit more the previous year, but Athena caught wind of some red flags, one of which was a whole ass wife and child with another baby on the way. Before the discovery of his indiscretion with her, Athena's gut warned her pre-relationship not to entertain a man below her pay grade with a Drake-like personality of feigned kindness and "you-go-girl" performative musings in her ear, but she was in a dick drought and a hook up every now and then from a Canuck worked around her schedule at the time.

Nolan started acting weird too, sending her flowers and gifts out of the blue, even after she clearly defined the boundaries of their relationship after she broke it off. Now he was back to leaving messages swearing he divorced his wife and was ready to make a true commitment. What a fucking loser. He had deluded himself into thinking they were serious instead of just a poor match. She blocked his number, erased the other unimportant messages and waltzed out of the premises to meet Dame at her garage entrance.

He arrived on time and she showed him where to park his car and ordered a ride from her reliable car service. They were picked up promptly and she held Dame's hand in the backseat, snuggling against his shoulder like they were headed to prom together.

"You look nice," she said, sniffing the cologne on his neck.

She noticed a new platinum and diamond chain around his neck.

"Finally splurged," he said as she fingered the necklace.

"Good for you. Listen, since this shindig is at Bianca's, my mother may be a little more extra because she can't lord over anyone in the family mansion. If she becomes too much or gives you a hard time, let me know and we can bounce quick."

"I'm not worried. Relax. This night is about Adonis—"

"Tuh…trust me, everything will revolve around her. Me and Donnie know how to stay outta her way when she gets nitpicky."

"She gets along with Bianca?"

"Yeah, they're pretty tight. Bianca lost her parents young and most of her family is back in Philly. She's a great buffer for me because she doesn't have a mother-figure in her life, so she takes up a lot of mother-daughter duties that would be hell for me if I had to do it all the time. Don't misconstrue anything though. I love my mother and we have our own good times, but sometimes she gets a little classist and obsessive about things and I can't take it…so Bianca does. It smoothes Ma out and brings balance to the force when we don't butt heads."

"I hear ya young Jedi," Dame teased.

By seven-forty five they reached the private entrance of Donnie and Bianca's place. Athena hopped out of their ride to punch in the gate security code. A yellow cab pulled up to the driveway behind their hired driver. An older man with a black hat climbed out from the back of the cab and looked around the neighborhood. Athena recognized the pale leathery skin and puffy nose. She sprinted down to the street.

"Ohmigod, Rocky!" she shrieked.

Rocky Balboa stood humbly dressed in an old black bomber jacket and a clean white shirt. His wrangler jeans were faded and comfortable-looking. He held out his arms for Athena, accepting the big kiss on his cheek from her.

"Yeah, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought I'd check up on some retired boxer whose s'posed to be living here. Am I at the right spot?" Rocky joked in his heavy Philly accent.

His jovial eyes stared at her.

"Athena, my god girl, look how beautiful you are. It's been years sweetheart," Rocky said.

Athena wiped her eyes from errant tears.

"Whaddya crying for? It's just me, Uncle Rocky. Is the BBQ here yet? I'm starvin'."

"I guess we'll go see," she said.

"Me being here is supposed to be a surprise. Bianca said to give the gate intercom a code word to hide me from Donnie, but my old brain is gettin' foggy with time, so…hell if I know what the magic word is to get inside."

"No worries, you can come in with me and…Dame…come over and meet the only Italian in our family."

Dame walked over with a grin on his face. He held out his hand for Rocky to shake.

"An honor to meet you Mr. Balboa, sir."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Dame. This is a nice-looking young man Athena. Mary Anne must be excited to see you settling down like your brothers."

"Um, actually Rocky, I manage Dame. He's a part of Donnie's new venture."

"A boxer. What division? I don't keep up on the ins and outs as much. I spend more time with my grandkids up north," Rocky said.

"Heavyweight," Dame said.

"You're going to know more about him in the weeks to come. Let's get you inside before Bianca sends out the calvary," Athena said.

She punched in the gate code and Dame gave up his seat in the back of the car to Rocky. He climbed into the front next to the driver and Athena linked her arm around Rocky's.

"I can't believe you're here. You look good Unc. Being up north looks great on you."

"Thank you. Health is holding up. Knees are a little rusty sometimes but I'm still here."

"Drop us off right by the statue, please," Athena told the driver.

They all left the car and Rocky continued looking around.

"Nice…lotta space," Rocky said.

Athena texted Bianca and three minutes later she bounced out from the house trying to contain the squeals at seeing Rocky.

"Bianca…"

Rocky hugged her and Bianca squeezed his shoulders.

"So happy you're here. The caterers finished setting up out by the pool. Everyone is here mingling, so Athena, I'll go back in with Dame first to throw off Donnie, then you can bring Rocky in through the house."

"Sure thing," Athena said.

Music started playing and echoed in the front of the property. Bianca led Dame around the side toward the back and Athena guided Rocky inside the front door. Amara met them while coming down the stairs and the little girl's hands flew around signing her happiness at seeing the Italian Stallion, her godfather. Rocky hugged her and used sign language to warn her about the surprise. His thick fingers moved slower and he checked with Athena to make sure he did alright. Amara understood everything, complimenting him on his ability to sign so well and clasped his hand to follow Athena through the living room and long gameroom that led to the back patio door facing the pool area.

The music, a jazz fusion, buffeted the laughter and loud talking. Athena could smell the delicious aroma of ribs and her stomach growled in anticipation. She stepped outside first and took in the celebratory scene. At least forty people chatted and drank expensive liquor. Donnie was in the middle of introducing Dame to Padman and right away she observed her mother's lips growing tight as she stood with her companion, Archie. Athena ignored the cool facial expression of her mother and caught Bianca's eye. Bianca gave her a nod, and she cleared her throat.

"Hey, Donnie, there's a man over here looking for you. I don't know if he's supposed to be here," Athena said.

The tone of her voice over the music brought everyone's attention in her direction. Donnie rushed over and Rocky appeared next to her with Amara grinning by his side.

"Unc!" Donnie yelled.

Everyone reacted with a burst of praise shouting, rushing over to Rocky. Bianca clasped her hands together, pleased that her surprise brought on the intended reception. Dame hung back near the food set up, right across from Mary Anne and Archie.

The glee of having Rocky there showered the air with rousing sounds of joy all around, but Mary Anne's eyes cut over toward Dame, and he gave Athena the biggest smile of support. She could face anything with that smile in her corner.

Athena took a deep breath and strolled toward her mother.

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It's wild unhinged theory time folks.

This is the Empress of the Fraction. These panels are from the preview of the One Minute War Special that's coming out this Tuesday.

So here's the thing.

Her face is entirely covered. To me that screams 'this is someone you know' because why else would they cover her face? This could just be a lore detail but honestly I think the big reveal is that we know this woman.

Additionally, this is an extremely Caucasian looking person for being from an alien planet. Seriously everyone else from the planet is blue, grey or red. Why is she just straight up Caucasian? I think she's human.

So then who is she? Well (and this is meta) but the general asked for her hand in marriage. He's going to marry her when he's done conquering planets for her.

So why? Why is this proposal a prominent plot point? Why are we being set up to root against this marriage? Why is it being set up like Chekhov's Gun?

In my opinion? The General is a romantic rival. We, the audience, will be very against the marriage when we know who the Empress is because she's already spoken for.

The Empress who is a 'superior being' aka not the same species as the Fraction. The Empress with the speedforce obsession. The Empress who wants speedsters taken alive and brought to her. The Empress who is the result of 'thousands of generations of refined genetics'.... like one would maybe find in a person from the distant future.

Yes, I'm saying that I think this is Iris.

Is it insane? Yes! But come on! Iris just 'died' in the series and everyone is mourning her. Now suddenly this mysterious speedforce obsessed woman shows up? Iris just proposed to Barry. The Empress was just proposed to. It's a situation guys. This is such a cliche romantic rivals plot. Barry's gonna fight the General for her hand in marriage and possibly lose, but he'll remind Iris of who he is in the process via the power of love and then Iris will curb stomp the General herself.

Like, guys! SHE'S THE MATRIARCH OF THE FLASH FAMILY!!! And now she's literally a matriarch for a planet of speedsters!!!!

I'm not positive on the how or the why but I'm pretty sure I've got the who.

#I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW #but i think its Iris. its literally a Caucasian woman that's supposed to be a surprise #and come on. we all know that Iris is a superior being. thats not news. we also all know that she was made to rule #this is known information #shes also literally from the future where genetics are weird #i mean look at Bart. he got yellow eyes. genetics be wilding on Iris' side.#AND THE SPEEDFORCE OBSESSION?!? LIKE COME ON #also she literally wants all the speedsters taken alive. and brought to her #i think theres gotta be amnesia or brainwashing involved but i also think a little part of her is checking each speedster #dc #dc comics #the flash #iris west allen #iris west #iris is the one true matriarch #^ i didn't even make that tag today. it just popped up.... so true past me. so true #one minute war

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submissiveking99 · 9 months

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Venom Family Tree

Ah, so we all know this guy

This lovely goop guy

Or gal

Or.... It

The Symbiotes are basically non-gender. But they do kind of... Borrow the gender of their host

It's a bit wired. Partially because of how long Symbiotes have existed and how the view on gender identity, different writers opinion in said identity and different writers preferences have changed and been used over the years

But.... Yeah

Technically Symbiotes, or Kylntar (as their species is officially referred to as), have no gender and reproduce asexually

They have a set number of eggs and only reproduce every.... Randomly, lol. The next generation is always stronger than the last

And, today, I'm gonna be going over Venom's family tree!

Aren't these babies cute?

Hehehe

Okay. So before I start, a few things

1- I will be giving brief summary's to each Symbiotes birth, any special abilities and what not plus my opinions

2- I'll be going over every Symbiote, starting from Venom. Going through all the clones, children and offshoots that happen from Venom down. I am not going to be going 'up' Venom's tree, so no seeing Venom's Great Great Grandparents of whatever. Especially as they have never been shown

3- this is based off my knowledge and while I know a lot, don't know everything and haven't read every run. So may have small errors or forget things. But it shouldn't be too bad, especially since I'm not going into too much detail

4- I am NOT going into detail about storylines so some of these might be very odd and confusing but I do not have the literal hours needed to explain ever single one of them to the degree they need. Especially since I hate or have not read some of these storylines

So.... Let's begin with the most famous Symbiote, and the family.... Patriarch? Matriarch? Originator?

Crap

.....

Look! It's the title card!

Venom

I should not need to explain where she is from... I'm using female pronouns here because I use She-Venom as a muse

Her backstory has been changed a bit over the years. Details being added, shuffled and what not

But what you need to know: she was on a place called Battle World and bonded with Peter Parker/Spider-Man, becoming his new suit. The two worked together for a few months. Peter found out his new costume was alive and using his body as a puppet for joyrides at night

He removed Venom. Venom found Eddie Brock, who is a pathetic and disgusting human being. Their combined hate for Spider-Man turning them into Venom

And Venom had many adventures

One thing I need to explain is that Venom was not originally called Venom. We do not know what it's original name was, or if it even had one. It took on the name Venom when it bonded with Eddie as they where going to be the "poison in Peter Parkers life"

THE CLONES

Haha! I bet you where al expecting us to go to a certain red murder machine first, didn't you?

We'll get there, I promise. But first, we NEED to go over clones first.

Because, yes, Venom has some clones.

And they are important to some later entries on this post.

So first we have....

Mania

I know what some of you are thinking "Wait, that's just Venom in a teenage girl!"

You'd be right... And wrong!

During a period where Venom was a good guy, and bonded with Flash Thompson as Agent Venom (the best host that Venom has EVER had IMO), they found a facility that had Venom's severed tongue. This, if I am correct, was from a previous host between Eddie and Flash, the Symbiotes tongue being cut off in the middle of battle.

Well they ran experiments and mutates the tongue into its own Symbiote, which bonded with Flash's gym student Andrea Benton who became his side kick

The Symbiote and her got along fairly well. Although it was eventually stolen from her. And if I remember correctly, killed

Anti-Venom

After Eddie sold off the Symbiote, after finding out he had cancer (a weird lie thing that's been retconend like three times and I don't want to get into it), Eddie met up with Martin Lee, also known as Mr Negative.

Shaking Martian's hand, Mr Negative's powers being strange and about 'inverting' people, it mutated the reminder of Symbiote cells attached to Eddie's white blood cells. Creating an artificial, lifeless, Symbiote.

This Symbiote, dubbed Anti-Venom, has the ability to remove impurities in people's blood. This includes symbiotes, radiation, narcotics, viruses, and other diseases. He can actually remove Peter's spider power through touch. It is also immune to fire and sonics

This Symbiote died when Eddie sacriviced it, using it as part of a serum to cure New York from the Spider-Island situation

Anti-Venom II

After Eddie Brock took Venom back from Flash Thompson, he eventually got a new Symbiote. A clone of the original Anti-Venom, becoming Agent Anti-Venom

All the powers of the original, plus the ability to heal with a touch

He, unfortunately, died alongside the Symbiote as he over used it's healing powers when Norman Osborn has merged himself with the Carnage Symbiote to become the Red Goblin

Anti-Venom III

And now we get to one I didn't even know about until recently

During Knull's invasion of Earth, Flash Thompson's mind emerged form the Symbiote Hive Mind and took control of one of the Symbiote Dragons. Using it to revive his own corps and continue the fight

....

And now I am moving on

April Parker/ Mayhem

Look, she's from an alternate universe but any excuse to talk about my girl

April is from the MC2, an alternate universe where the 'present' MCUniverse started 15 years earlier and we are now following the second generation of heroes. April is a clone of the daughter of Spider-Man, Mayday Parker, who was stolen as a baby by Norman Osborn. April's DNA being spliced with that of the Venom Symbiote to make a human/symbiote hybrid.

Believing herself to be the real daughter of Peter and MJ she refers to herself as April, as April comes before May, and has to struggle with her rage issues

THE CHILDREN

Here we go! The part I knew you where all waiting for!

Venom's seven children!

Yep, you read that right. Seven

....

Well, let's go!

Carnage

Carnage is the first of Venom's kids. Birthed when Venom first reunited with Eddie Brock, the two escaping his cell and leaving their offspring to merge with the murdered Cletus Cassidy.

Not going into detail. You know Carnage.

Super powerful, dangerous and super insane.

....

Although technically Cletus has not been bound to Carnage for decades. His original Symbiote dying years ago, then he got a clone of it (kinda) from the Negative zone, then it mutated his blood and he WAS the Symbiote, then he bodned with OTHER Symbiotes. And.... It's insane.

And they keep making him more over powered and over using him.

He's just boring to me

....

And yes I used a picture of She-Carnage. Was technically a thing in the comics for like two panels. Let me have this

The Life Foundation Symbiotes

Now here we go. The first obscure ones you might not know

Gonna go over the backstory here, so I don't have to keep going over it

The Life Foundation kidnapped Venom and removed what (they thought) wher all its eggs. Aiming to make an army/bounty hunter group to send out for money

They are all massively underused characters that, when used nowadays are used very badly

However they are all heavily violent since they where basically robbed away at infancy

Riot

First off we have Riot

Very similar in appearance to their parent... There is nothing known about Riot personality wise

Mainly using blunt weapons like hammers.

You'd think they where the physically strongest, but we have no idea

Lasher

Lasher seems to be the loner of the siblings, for a lack of a better term. Again, because of that lack of personality being shown

And it mainly fights with long range tentacles

Agony

Agony is Venom's first daughter, I use that term as Agony has shown a preference for female hosts

Agony had a unique ability, an acidic spit she uses as projectiles

Ironically it feels as if Agony has the least personality, even though she was been the one with the most focus in recent years. Because her hosts have been the focus

Phage

Phage is... the orange one

I guess they want to live a quiet life as they bonded with a dog to just act as a guys hunting dog. But at the same time Phage does not seem to have any special powers

Hybrid

Now we get to an interesting one

Hybrid is a fusion of Riot, Phage, Lasher and Agony. After their original hosts where killed they where taken in by the US Goverment. In fear, and an attempt to escape, the four merged together... into one Symbiote

The four where scared, alone. Overwhelmed children.

They mered with... I beleive he was a cop. And they where a hero.

...

Until Eddie Brock, on a quest to kill all Symbiotes, blasted them with a sonic gun. Killing their host. And then leaving them for dead. Leading to the goverment getting hold of Hybrid and seperating them, the four symbiotes left in a catatonic state for years.

Scream

Scream is the last of the of the Life Foundation Symbiotes. The leader of the siblings.... And the one who got the most focus over the years

Her personality a strange mix of a loving mother and a needy child. Super interesting. And she tends to use her hair as a weapon.

Her current host is Andrea Benton. Unfortunately I've not been a fan of what they did with her recently

Because they just did a repeat of "Scream says how much she needs Andrea, Scream is possessed by a demonic Symbiote, Scream takes full control, Andrea tries to stop her, Andrea gets mad" with the latest one ending with Andrea trying to kill Scream during the 'trues to stop her' step and Scream getting angry as she... Changes

Silence

Silence. Here we go, but of a complicated one.

It is unclear is Scream DID due during that moments, and the reminance of her formed a new Symbiote with the Anti-Venom cells that Andrea used to try and kill her

Or if Scream fused with the cells and evolved

Either way, now we have Silence. Who is... Well she doesn't talk so if she's a new Symbiote we don't really know her personality.

Sleeper

Sleeper is Venom's final, and newest, child

Venom grew pregnant and hid it from Eddie. Wanting the new child to be one free of malice and to be happy

Shit happens

And while Sleeper is a good guy... He controls a comatose body/controls a body 100% and has the host in a coma

THE GRANDCHILDREN

And now, with those kiddies out the way....

Well, some kids had their own bundles of.... I was gonna say bundles of joy. I guess .... Bundle of chaos?

Anyway. Up first we have ...

Toxin

Toxin is Carnage's first child.

The strongest solo Symbiote.

Carnage burried it when it was born and planned to kill it, while Venom wanted to turn it's grandchild into a weapon

Toxin merged with a police officer and became a hero instead, the two having to hold back the Symbiotes violent tendancies

I feel like that desire to be a hero is why it looks so similar to Spider-Man.

Currently Toxin is partnered with a pre-teen child

Raze

Raze is Carnage's second child, I think second at least, and... Was basically here and then gone just as fast

Carnage just spat Raze out at one point and was basically Carnage's lacky for the one story it was in, before being absorbed by its sibling Symbiote

Scorn

Scorn is my favourite of Carnage's kids

Basically the Carnage Symbiote gave birth when possessing a woman missing her arm. It's Symbiote mass combining with her robotic prosthetic arm

And they became Scorn. A Techno-organic Symbiote who has technokenisis

....

Then they character assasinatsd her and... Yeah. She dead now

Misery

This is the newest Symbiote on the he list

Misery appearing only recently

I have not read the book she debuts in. But as I understand it, she is a fusion of reminance of the Carnage Symbiote merging with reminance of Anti-Venom (see, reason we had to go over it so early)

So it's basically a clone of Carnage fuse with a clone of Venom's clone

Jubulile van Scotter's Symbiote

And this is probably the most obscure of the kids!

Because the Symbiote does not have a name!

This Symbiote is one of Carnage's spawn/clones. But because it bonded with a person with zero malice inside them, the Symbiote did not develop claws and fangs.

Jubulile gained her Symbiote when Carnage was trying to get the power of a god

Jubulile absorbed the power of her sibling Raze and a few other Symbiotes, becoming a holy knight and killing the evil god

And I believe that was her only appearance.

....

And that's it.

To that's all the Symbiotes that have spammed from Venom's lineage one way or another

I hope this was helpful and feel free to share your thoughts and point out anything I got wrong

I love making nerd talks like this. They are fun

#mun talks #nerd talks

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frostcorpsclub · 3 months

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EVENT: IL CARNEVALE DI VENEZIA

Hosted by: @pit-of-maggots

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The birthday of Concetto Faunus was the night prior. Suzette, matriarch of the Frost family, had sent her large and extensive regards then just before he and the other cult members had left on their trip. However, there had been something that slipped her mind.

So here was the one sent in her place, flying through the night sky. She was mesmerized by the golden lights shining down on the people, suits and gowns that turned iridescent under their glow. The white porcelain masks reminded her of angels. But also of home, cold, featureless, and smooth. The water of the canals rippled, waves speckled with flashes of red, pink, blue, and gold. She wished she could fly down and skim her wing along them. If only it wouldn’t ruin her package.

When she finally arrived at the Faunus’ residence she wondered what she was in for. Old elegant homes weren’t foreign to her but Suzy hadn’t exactly told her….well anything about the person or people who resided inside. One of the older woman’s obedience tests she supposed.

Riddled with anxiety she stayed in her bat form, hovering in front of the door. She layed down the pile of thin boxes on the door step and used all of her little flying rodent strength to knock the door knocker.

#mercy orlok #rp #roleplay #event: il carnevale di venezia

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explosionshark · 11 months

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“Littering, Dr. T'Soni-Shepard? I hear that carries quite a hefty fine here on the Presidium,” Shepard teases as she collapses into her seat, queuing their destination into the skycar’s system on her omni-tool, a brief flash of orange illuminating the cab before it flickers out and they’re draped in shadow.

“Well, if you’d like to delay going to bed in order to call C-sec on me, I won’t stop you,” Liara murmurs back, settling into her own seat. The quiet and dark of the cab feels like a dip in cool water on a smoldering day, after all the bright lights and din of the gala.

“Are you kidding? Think what that would do to our reputations,” Shepard quips, leaning into her corner of the cab. It’s fascinating, the way her body seems to unspool when they’re alone like this, with no one to keep up appearances for. Her long limbs stretch out into the space between them, until Liara can feel their knees brush in the dark. Shepard is slumped so low in the seat the top of her head is nearly level with the window. “The daughter of Matriarch Benezia defiling Presidium space with trash after Councilor Tevos’ big push for that beautification project this year.”

“And you with your face all over those community outreach posters during Environmental Awareness Month. They’d take us both for frauds.”

She feels more than sees Shepard tense next to her at the comment. Liara wants to bury her face in her hands, completely annoyed with herself for managing to say something so foolish for a second time that night.

Thankfully, Shepard recovers with more grace than Liara can muster, “I guess I’ve got no choice but to cover for you. This stays between us.”

My family’s reputation preserved once more by your discretion, Commander, Liara thankfully does not say. She hums instead, feigning tiredness and allows silence to fall over them like a soft blanket instead.

“Thank you,” Shepard says softly, when the skycar slows as it approaches their apartment block.

“What for?”

“For being here with me tonight,” Shepard shrugs, a hint of movement in the shadows. “For putting up with all this."

Send me a 🌹 and I'll post a snippet from a WIP

#shiara #explosionfic #this is from an unfinished shepard/liara arranged marriage au!#we LOOOOOVE a politcal marriage to shore up diplomatic ties around here

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hallowpen · 5 months

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Broken. Helen had no other way to describe how she was feeling. It seemed as though everything in her life had started to fall apart. The few concrete beliefs she held throughout her lifetime were slowly being stripped away.

The first had been family. Helen’s family was certainly far from perfect, but there was not a single thing in this world she cherished more. Of course, Aline and Emma had long before become a part of the family she had loved so dearly. Never did she think there would come a day when her family would be torn apart.

Her mother’s untimely passing had only been the start, falling victim to an untreatable disease. Helen knew that Eleanor had not been her biological parent, but the Blackthorn matriarch had loved Helen and Mark with all her heart. Never having met her birth mother, Eleanor had been the only one to show Helen that kind of love. Then one day, that love was gone. It hurt her just as much as it hurt her siblings, siblings that Eleanor had never favored over her. Helen was loved and cared for equally in her mother’s heart. It taught: blood did not make you family. The longing ache that surfaced after Eleanor’s rite of mourning had become duller, but it had never gone away. It probably never would. Yet, Helen could not fathom other losses would add to it.

Sebastian, or whoever the hell he was, completely chipped away at what was left of Helen’s family. He attacked the Los Angeles Institute... her home, and left devastation in his wake. Her father and Katerina had turned Endarkened, Mark was taken hostage, and the rest of her siblings— still so young— were left to flee for their safety. As for Helen… she had been unable to help them. She hated herself more than she hated Sebastian. For being unable to protect the one thing she believed in more than anything else.

Images still flashed through her mind of how she had failed her family when they had needed her most: her brothers and sisters painfully gripping the mortal sword while being ruthlessly interrogated by the Clave, Dru and Tavvy screaming awake from the nightmares that haunted them, Emma mourning the loss of her parents, and the knife— buried in her father’s chest by Jules’ hand. These were the memories she would forever try to forget, adding to the stinging she still felt inside her chest.

Aside from the ties of family, Helen had once valued being a shadowhunter. At the council meeting after the Dark War, Helen was expecting for someone to acknowledge the "abomination" that was her mixed blood. It led them to assume that she and her brother, Mark, could no longer be trusted. Rallies for banishment echoed throughout the room, regardless to the family Helen would leave behind. Helen had made her alliance clear, “I fought at the Burren, and at the Citadel, and in Alicante, to protect my family and protect Nephilim. I’ve never given anyone reason to question my loyalty.” Helen was a shadowhunter. Despite the faerie blood that coursed through her veins, she had never known anything different. There had been efforts to help her, vain attempts made to insist upon Helen’s allegiance.

Helen was sure that the Clave, whom she had always respected, could not be so cruel as to send her away. Ultimately, arguments had been futile and hope had been foolish. Helen was "re-assigned" to Wrangel Island. Mark had been left to the mercy of the Wild Hunt. Helen was devastated, gripping Aline’s hand so tightly in her own that she was sure both turned white. She remembered thinking: if this was how shadowhunters treated their own kind, there was no value in that.

The meeting had come to an end, and Helen felt as though her heart had been shattered into a thousand tiny pieces left broken on the ground for everyone to trample on. The only person who could bring her some sense of clarity and comfort in that moment was the girl who had never moved from her side. She and Aline were currently inside the Consul's office waiting for Magnus to open the portal to Wrangel Island. Helen had already said goodbye to her siblings, trying her best to reassure them in the face of her pending absence.

"I'm so sorry about this, Helen," Jia Penhallow had, no doubt, noticed the endless sorrow in the blonde's eyes. "Truly, I am."

Helen nodded, wiping the tears from her cheeks as she reached down once again to hold Aline's hand. It was something her body did automatically now, whenever she needed the other girl to strengthen her resolve. "It's okay," Helen responded, her voice thick. She cleared her throat, sniffling in the manner of someone who had just finished crying heavy tears. Helen glanced up at the Consul. "It's okay," she repeated, this time slightly more convincing. Helen's appearance betrayed her false pretense. Her face was paler than usual, the grief easily shown through her paper thin smile. Helen looked ill: face wet, hands shaking, eyes empty and tired. The reality only made her more sad and undeniably angry.

Helen shook her head, looking as though she was about to start crying again. "No. No, it really isn't," she decided with a sigh. She squeezed Aline's hand for courage. "It's not going to be okay, not ever." she stated firmly, standing tall. "Not until I am able to take care of my family like I need to."

She offered Jia a thankful smile, "But that isn't your fault, nor is it mine. This was a harsh decision brought on by fear, fear that has been well earned in my opinion. I understand it, I understand that fear. I have felt it myself... and no, I am not at fault. But, I am still being sent away. I'm the one they want to punish, but it's my siblings who are truly paying. That's what isn't okay."

Helen took a deep, shuddering breath as she finished her small speech. When Helen had nothing left to add, Magnus lifted his hands, a portal now swirling open beside them. Helen could not find the physical strength within herself to let go of Aline's hand. It wouldn't be goodbye forever. Her girlfriend had promised to come stay with her only a short week later, once the council meetings had finally concluded. Helens arms reached around Aline's slim frame and embraced her. Tears began to stream slowly from her already weary eyes as she leaned her head against Aline's shoulder. "I love you so much," it was all Helen could say to thank her for all she had done since coming into her life. Helen unwound her arms and placed a quick kiss on Aline's cheek. She shifted slightly, reaching up to stroke Aline's hair and placed another softer kiss upon her lips. Helen pulled away reluctantly and stared at the portal glowing in front of them. Magnus and Jia had stepped back to allow them some form of privacy.

"It's only a few days, right?" Helen asked, stalling, wishing her girlfriend would be coming with her right this second. Her hand slipped from Aline's as she took a step toward the magical doorway. With one last glance at the brunette standing next to her and a forced smile, Helen stepped through toward her bleak future. She said a silent goodbye to her former life.

#helen blackthorn #aline penhallow #heline #haline #haline fic #myfic #hallowpens #tmi #the mortal instruments #tda #the dark artifices #shadowhunters #helen x aline #otp: we're together. that's everything

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obsessedasusual · 2 years

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No More Secrets - Juice Ortiz x Reader

Pairing: Juice Ortiz x Teller!Reader

Summary: Juice doesn’t want to break up, but if he had to choose between that or the club? Well…

Warnings: Swearing, heartbreak, pain, the usual

Note: I love how you can go into a story with an idea on how you want it to turn out and then along the way you just yeet that idea out the window

The Breakup Series Masterlist

Juice caught your eye from across the room, flashing you his contagious smile before he turned back to his conversation with Chibs.

You felt a small smile climb its way to your lips, eyes darting to the carpet before anyone caught on to what, or who, had you feeling so giddy.

“You alright, baby?” You were snapped out of your thoughts by the matriarch you got to call your mother. Nodding, you fell back into the conversation you were in with her and Luann, discussing what was hot and what was not in the Cara Cara scene.

You had to admire your mother at times like this. Amidst the chaos of club life and all it entailed, she was still able to throw together one hell of a meal and bring the family together to enjoy each other’s company. Of course you were partially to thank for the meal, never being able to turn down Gemma’s request for help.

The evening carried on that way, finding yourself in conversation with the different club members, eventually landing in a group with Tig, Clay, Chibs and Juice.

“So you got a boyfriend we can beat up yet or what, doll?” Tig was always the first to offer a beat down when it came to the romantic interests in your life. More than once he had scared away the person you were dating, much to your dismay.

You caught Juice’s weary gaze on you from the corner of your eye.

“No boyfriend to report, Tig. Don’t worry. You’ll be the first to know.” Holding your hands up in a joke surrender. He nodded in satisfaction.

“I’ll be the first to know, thank you,” As far as stepfathers went, Clay was okay, “And I’ll also be the one to kill him.”

Your eyes flicked over to Juice and saw his eyes widen at Clay’s words, watching as his President wrapped an arm around his stepdaughter's shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

You sighed internally, well that wasn’t gonna help the situation.

Out of pure curiosity, and the exhaustion of harbouring a secret for so long, you found yourself asking, “What if I dated a Son?”

Juice busied himself with his beer as the three other men looked accusingly at you.

“There been someone making moves on you?” Chibs inquired.

“No, God no. I was just curious. Mom’s been trying to make me someone’s old lady for years.” You laughed out your explanation, noticing how Juice had suddenly tensed up.

“No Son is good enough for you,” Clay continued, “As long as you give her grandchildren, your mother won’t care who you shack up with.”

The rest of the evening passed by without issue and you soon found yourself back in the comfort of your own home. Lounging on the couch, glass of red in hand and Judge Judy reruns on the TV.

A knowing smile broke out when you heard the familiar rumble of a Harley slowing down outside your house. You waited for the rumble to make its way up your driveway and around to the back door, confirming who you thought it was.

When Juice didn’t come through the door a minute later, you stood from your spot on the couch and went to peer at him through the kitchen window, watching as he took a deep breath before dismounting his bike and making his way up to the door.

Juice jumped in surprise when he saw you standing in the kitchen ready to greet him. He plastered a smile on his face and all but launched at you, cupping your face in his hands and dragging you in for a heated kiss in lieu of a verbal greeting.

You found yourself giggling into the kiss at Juice’s eagerness, as he tried to deepen it as quickly as possible by trapping you between his body and the counter.

“Juice,” you began as he pulled back slightly, only to be cut off as he dove back in. You ran your hands up his chest, to his neck and finally to mirror his grip on you, physically pushing his head back from yours to break the kiss, “Hello to you too.”

His heavy breathing made you laugh and he stared down at you, “Sorry, hi.”

You rose to your tiptoes to peck him on the lips once more and pulled yourself out of his hold.

“You thirsty? I’m indulging in wine if you wanna join.” Juice was always one to join you on your wine nights.

It surprised you when he shook his head, instead taking your hand and leading you to the living room where he playfully pushed you to lay back on the couch and climbed on top of you, hovering over your face for a second before dipping down to kiss you once, twice and cheekily slipping you tongue on the third. He didn’t try to further it though, he moved himself down the sofa slightly and rested his body on top of yours, settling his head on your chest as he tuned into Judge Judy yelling at the plaintiff.

Juice was absolutely a cuddler. You had discovered that very early on in your relationship. First thing in the morning, crowding up behind you in the kitchen, sneaking into the shower with you, post sex, it didn’t matter. Juice wanted you in his arms at every opportunity.

You let your hand trace along his head tattoos as you lay comfortably under his weight feeling him relax into you, every so often placing kisses to your clothed chest.

“I love you.” He whispered into your shirt.

“I love you too.”

He hid his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you closely. Your eyebrows knitted together in worry when you felt his shaky breath hit your bare skin, “What’s wrong?”

“I love you.” He repeated, still hiding his face.

“I kno- Juice, hey. What’s the matter?” You pushed lightly at his shoulder in an attempt to get him to face you. He eventually complied and moved to sit up at the other end of the couch. Looking at you briefly and then looking anywhere but. It felt like a century passed while you sat in silence, waiting for him to get his thoughts together.

“We need to break up.” He managed to get through the sentence without breaking down. You sat up abruptly at that. Judging by the expression on your face Juice guessed that was the last thing you expected him to say.

You shook your head in disbelief, “What? Juice- tell me what’s going on.”

He stood from the couch and began to pace across the room.

“This is never going to work. You heard the guys tonight. There’s no way that we can admit now, that we’ve been sneaking around for months.”

You took a second to think back to what Clay had said at dinner, “Juice, the club doesn’t get to choose who I date.” You tried to reason with him.

“I’m the club, Y/N. I’m their brother. You’re my President's daughter and my VP’s sister! They’d kill me if they ever found out.”

“No they wouldn’t. You knew exactly who I was when we started this, Juice. You came on to me, remember? I can talk to Clay and Jax, they don’t rule me.”

Juice ran his hands over his head frustratedly, “But they rule me! You’re off limits to any of the guys. Everyone knows that.”

Now you were fired up, “Off limits? I’m not some fucking possession locked in a box.”

Juice leant back against the wall and watched as you got angrier, hating himself for putting you in this position.

“You knew what they were like when we started this, yet you still decided to be with me all these months. This whole time you’ve been saying that you’re just waiting for the right time to tell them about us. And now- now you’re just… done?” Your anger dissipated into sadness and Juice felt his heart clench.

Your eyes searched his, “Was there ever gonna be a right time, Juice? Or was this the plan all along? Have me around until the thrill wore off. And what was tonight? What - you wanted one last fuck?”

He pushed himself off the wall at the accusation and moved to kneel in front of you, grabbing your hands to hold them in his, tightening his grip when you tried to pull away, “No, no. I love you. I wanted this to work so bad but- but it just won’t.”

“Jesus Christ this isn’t happening right now. How could- how could you let us get so deep? Juice I fucking love you.”

You refused to meet his gaze, knowing the tears in his eyes would be the trigger for yours.

“I love you. So much. But, I can’t lose the club. I can’t. It’s the only family I have.”

Turns out that was the trigger. Ripping your hands free you wiped at your eyes, “And me? Everything we have? Don’t I count for anything?”

The hole Juice was digging for himself seemed to swallow him whole when your voice began to crack.

“You’re everything. You deserve someone who can give you everything,” he wiped away his own stray tear, “and, it’s not like we won’t see each other, we can still hang out at the club like we do.”

Your tears stopped as fast as they had started. You stared at him in shock, “You wanna be friends?! Are you serious?” You took advantage of his lack of balance and pushed him away from you, standing and walking to the breakfast bar, pointing to the back door, “Get out.”

“Babe, we were friends before all of this. I don’t, I don’t wanna lose you.” He slowly made his way over to you.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Juice. Please.”

Silence took over once again as you both waited to see if the other would break. He let himself take you in for a moment, shaking his head when he realised he had gone through with it, that it was really over, “I’m so sorry.”

He reached out to grab your hand and give it a gentle squeeze, “I love you.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything in response. How had the evening derailed so fast?Juice turned and started toward the back door. Your voice stopping him once he had pulled the door open.

“What makes you think I won’t tell them now?”

Juice turned in the doorway and gave you a sad smile, “I know you won’t.”

“How?”

He looked out the door and back to you, “Because I know you love me.”

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz imagine #the breakup series

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