#someone in that universe needs to remind everyone that a son is not his father. isn't that a redemption trope favourite

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC x DP: Dog Walker

Danny needs someone to walk his dog.

He had been in Gotham for about five months when it became apparent he needed companionship.

Ever since Clockwork and Frostbite came to the same decision to move Danny to a new universe for his health- his core was deteriorating due to his obsession being fulfilled as Amity Park was safe, and everyone was ready to grow up and move on.

So Danny moved to a rough city in a harsh universe so that the danger could help his core restart his obsession.

The first few weeks were fine; he even found work as a computer program designer that allowed him to work from home thanks to his universe's advanced technology, but soon, he struggled with loneliness and homesickness—that was where his dog came into the picture.

He adopted Equinox- Nox for short- from the local shelter, and while Nox was a mutt with unknown parents, Danny had no trouble taking care of him.

That was until he accepted a job offer at Wayne Enterprise, and his work hours shifted from remote work seven days a week to four days. He wasn't stimulating Equinox properly by keeping him inside the three days he was out and his poor boy was suffering from it.

This could have easily be solved with a pet sitter or just a dog walker but this is Gotham. Danny knows he picked this place for its constant danger to keep his obsession active but he just wasn't expecting Gotham to be so...much.

He had a panic attack just thinking about what would happened to Nox if he trusted just anyone to take care of him.

Nox is the only living being that is under his Protection. It went against his very Instincts to not find someone he trusted utterly to walk him.

Danny checks his phone to see Nox peaceful sleeping in his doggy bed and sighs. His boy has been sleeping more and more lately, losing his bright spark.

"Whats wrong Danny?" Karla, one of the Office interns, asks from where she is walking along side him.

"Nothing, it's just my dog needs to go for a walk, and I'm not there to give him one." He says, turning the screen. "I wish I can have some one walk hin for me-"

"Understood. I shall pick up your dog tomorrow, Fenton," a tiny voice cuts in. The two turn around only to look down at the green eyes of Damian Wayne. His bosses' son and brother. Oh boy.

"Ugh, I'm sorry?" He blinks as the youngest, Wayne thrusts a piece of paper at him. Danny has no choice but to hesitantly takes the paper. On it is a professional if short resume belonging to Damian that highlights his skillset and community service.

"Father has informed me of the family tradition started by our Pennyworth. Every Wayne gets a part-time job from twelve to grow character." The boy says, hands behind him and back straight, appearing every bit his status. Also, it is like a little kid trying to appear as an adult. Danny found it kind of cute, and it reminded him of Jazz. "I have multiple experiences with animals, as you can see from volunteering at the local shelters. My fees for my services are also meager and would surely not be difficult to cover."

Danny's core turned cold, but not in the wrong way. It was a cooling sensation he had associated with a fun day of either a snowball fight or the fresh first fall. He knew he could trust the boy.

"You know what? Yeah I love it if you walked my dog. In fact would you be interested in being a dog sitter?"

The boy's green eyes brightened with childish glee, but he tried to remain serious. Danny's heart melted at the sight. Oh, he should call Jazz soon. "That would be most acceptable."

Unknown to Danny, Karla, or Damian, Dick Grayson watched the trio as his brother handed one of the most mysterious employees a resume. Now, why would Fenton want to be close to Damian?

Over the last few months, people have been trying to take advantage of Damian because they thought his brother stupid for his mixed blood, just as they did when Bruce first took him in.

Danny doesn't mind Alfred's rule to find a part-time job to help teach them values, but he finds people aren't as kind as they should be. He'll have to keep an eye on this Danny Fenton.

Maybe he can help co-sit his dog.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Dog walker #part 1 #death defying #Danny is sus for thinking Damain adorable right off the bat #but its because he reminds me him of Jazz

[a-heart-attack-ow]

The Arrangement. Part One

1: 

Dust hung in the air. 

Flecks frozen in time as my breathing hitches. 

I never meant to be here. 

For things to get this far. 

The truth was, I’d done everything I could to protect my father. He’d made a lifetime of mistakes and gambled away other people’s money and fell into all the wrong crowds until, one day, he fucked over the worst family in Las Vegas. A family from old money, a family as close to royalty as they could get. The family didn’t lose much money because of my father, but even a dollar was too much for the Brock family empire. The same family that was out for blood the moment they learned their employee betrayed them. 

I was there the night they sent someone to break into my house. I’d come home earlier than normal as my night class had been canceled. I’d pulled into the driveway after getting home from University and heard the yelling the moment I stepped out of the car. I was there when I ran into the house, and found my father in the living room on his knees with a man holding a gun to his head. And it had been me who begged them to not hurt my father. I’d sworn to give them anything they wanted to spare him, but I never imagined they’d want this. 

I never imagined they’d want me standing in a wedding dress in the bedroom of the family’s only biological son. The man I’d married only three hours before. I could cry remembering how I’d gotten here. How I ended up with the 10 carat diamond black engagement ring and a wedding band with five carat diamonds embedded into the band. The ring was heavy and served as a constant reminder of who I now belonged to. A reminder of what would happen to my father if I did anything to ruin this arrangement. 

The Brock family was untouchable. They had more money than they would ever need and a massive pharmaceutical company behind them. Mr. Brock was also the CEO of 20 major hospitals in Las Vegas. On the surface they seemed nice enough, but there was something sinister that everyone who knew them couldn’t place. They’d been involved in countless scandals and always managed to avoid any of the legal trouble that had come their way. They’d been viewed as a family of kindness, faith, and pure opportunities, but when their son got into his teenage years that had changed. The Brock family’s only son had a constant place on the cover of tabloid magazines. Even now, at the age of 25 he was still constantly on the cover of the tabloids. 

The senior members of the family knew they had to do something to clean up his image. Something to switch the party boy behavior into something that reflected the family values their company preached. But I doubt anyone would’ve guessed that this was their plan for their son. 

To force him into an arranged marriage to save their reputation. 

Colby Brock…

…is my husband. 

I feel a chill move up my spine at the thought. To spare my father from murder, I had to marry the heir of the people who’d wanted him dead. The masked man had laughed in my face when I told him I would give him anything he wanted if he didn’t hurt my father. 

“I know just what I am going to do with you.”

He’d chuckled darkly, his blue eyes shining behind the black ski mask he’d been wearing. Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. I close my eyes at the thought, tears threatening to spill over. Suddenly, my wedding dress feels very hot and I need to get out of it. I reach around to the side of my dress to find the zipper of my strapless dress. The gown itself was made of the finest silk money could buy (or at least that’s why the stylist had told me), but I couldn’t bear to be in it a second longer. I shimmy out of the dress, the fabric lightly landing onto the ground. My long black hair hangs in my face as I make sure my feet can safely step out of the fabric without catching on the fabric. I make sure to slip off the high heels I’d been wearing and keep them in the pool of fabric on the floor. My bare feet find the heated wooden floors and I feel a sense of calm move over me now that the dress is off of my body. I don’t even care that I’m standing in the middle of the bedroom with only my bra and underwear on. I just care that I’m no longer in that dress. I brush the long black curls of my hair out of my face and breathe a deep sigh. For a moment I don’t feel the anxiety I’d been feeling for days, but then I hear a voice behind me that brings me back to reality in an instance. 

“Now this is a view I could get used to.” 

His voice causes me to freeze. I’d only heard that voice for the first time today. When he read off his scripted vows. I turn to face him slowly, my green eyes finding his pale blue gaze in the dark. I had been in such a rush to leave the wedding reception that I didn’t properly take in my surroundings. I knew I was standing in a bedroom, but now that I was looking at Colby, standing in the middle of a grand room, I realized how much luxury engulfed me in this moment. He is standing in the middle of his bedroom, his tux jacket hanging over his right arm and his button up shirt undone. He looks like he had fun at the reception and like he didn’t mind that I’d snuck out as quickly as I could. 

“I am sorry…”

I start faintly, a smirk spreading to his lips.

“... I should’ve gone somewhere private to change.” 

My voice sounds so small when I speak. I don’t know the man in front of me and a part of me is terrified about what will happen next. He takes two steps to the right, dropping his tuxedo jacket onto the loveseat next to his desk. The smirk never leaves his face when he does this, not even when he looks back at me. His eyes scan my body in appreciation, his approval evident in the way his eyes light up the longer he stares. 

“Well, my darling wife, what’s mine is yours. You can change wherever you like. Afterall, this is our bedroom. This is your new home, all 10,000 acres.” 

Amusement moves across his face as I study him. His words echo in my mind, I’d married into a wealthy family and now I was stuck in the middle of a large estate. I’d grown up on food stamps and in low-income housing. I didn’t even know how to exist in a place like this. He notices the way I am studying him and he chuckles. He’d been here before, in a position with a woman who was intimidated by the sheer scope of him and his lifestyle. 

“You did a good job today…”

He rasps. 

“...Wore the dress my mom picked out. Let Kris do your hair and makeup, and posed exactly as you’d been told to.  It’s like my parents picked you out of a catalog or something…”

He pauses once more, moving to sit on the edge of his loveseat. I can’t read him or what he’s thinking but I see the slightest look of frustration entering his eyes as he continues to speak. 

“...Your name is Emilia Chandler and you’ve received all A’s your whole life, got into college early and now, at 24 you’re already working on your Ph.D. in higher education. You spend weekends at local soup kitchens, help donate to children’s cancer organizations, and donate to charities that support domestic violence survivors. You’re like an American Princess Diana, but I’m not a prince Emilia and I have no intention of treating you like a princess.” 

His words fall from his lips quickly and they’re unforgiving as he gives me a moment to process what he’s just said to me. His eyes aren’t kind, but there’s an amusement in his eyes as he studies me. I hadn’t realized he’d been studying up on who I am. 

“I’m sorry if I offended you or something.”

I whisper, my eyes moving from his to the floor. He chuckles darkly at my words, his body leaning back into the fabric of the loveseat. 

“Darling, I’m not offended. You do what you’re told and we can get through this without any problems. You fuck me when asked, pop out a few kids, and pretend to be happy when we are at events or in photographs. But make no mistake, what we are is an arrangement made by people who know that a girl like you is sweet enough to make me digestible to the public.” 

No one had ever spoken to me like he was at this very moment. The rudeness and the entitlement laced into how he spoke made my blood boil but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that his words hurt. I knew he wasn’t happy about the situation, because who would be happy about being forced to marry a person to save the reputation of your family. Who would want this? I know that I didn’t. 

“Come here…” 

He demands from the loveseat. I feel his eyes on me, willing me to move to him. Out of compliance I do as he’s asked and move to stand in front of him, my footsteps light along the hardwood. The same smirk he’d worn before has found itself back on his face as our gazes lock once more. I don’t know when he’s taken off his undershirt but he has and now his shirtless body is on full display. I note the tattoos and his extremely toned body before moving my eyes back to his. Without asking, his hands are on either side of my hips, pulling my body down to straddle his. 

“Sam was right when he told me you were a looker. That’s all I could think when you were walking down the aisle. It makes this arranged marriage thing worth it, knowing I, at least have an attractive girl to fuck.”

The lack of kindness he’d had before, remains evident in his biting comments. He was vile, hot as hell, but vile. 

“Sam?”

I ask as the hands that had been on my hips snake their way up my body. He pulls my waist in against his torso, our skin on skin in seconds. He chuckles at how my breathing hitches as he arranges how he wants my body to straddle his. He guides his fingertips to  reach around to undo my strapless bra. “Yes, Sam. He was my best man at the wedding.” 

With my chest now fully exposed to him, he groans. There’s a moment where I lock my eyes with his, a moment where I decide that I could just get this initial moment over with faster if I initiated something. I could feel his tension in the air around us both. He didn’t like being forced to marry, but he was going to take his situation and have fun with it. I think back to his comment about having children and feel relief at the fact that I still had my IUD. If his parents wanted grandchildren to keep the family line going, they wouldn’t be getting them anytime soon. 

The longer we look at each other I feel the tension building between us. Both of us were almost anticipating what the other was going to do. I could feel myself growing more restless the longer we looked at one-another, so I broke the tension and placed my lips against his. If he was going to make the best of this arrangement by using me then why couldn’t I do the same? My lips move slowly against his and he meets mine with equal pacing. He holds his body against mine the moment I deepen the kiss and suddenly he seems to need me like he’s been starved of physical touch his whole life. The longer we kiss the more I can’t seem to think straight. All I can think about is how I feel in the moment, how he feels against me. His skin is soft against my chest, comforting inviting all at once. Kissing him was far more pleasant than hearing him speak to me. There was a false sense of tenderness to him that had been lacking before. 

I feel his hands move to my chest, giving my breast a firm squeeze. The touch feels so good that I break the kiss and moan into the crook of his neck, unable to meet his gaze. I didn’t want to see the look of satisfaction on his face as I reacted like putty in his hands. He was molding me into what he wanted and I was shamelessly letting him. A dark chuckle passes his lips as he uses his right hand to stroke my breast, his thumb lightly tracing over my hardening nipple. His left hand moves down my torso slowly until he reaches my soaked underwear. 

“Is this all for me my darling?”

He groans into my neck, as he moves his fingertips to slide my underwear to one side. He wastes no time pumping two fingers into my aching core, the quick pace of his fingers is harsh but it feels so good. I allow a shaky breath to escape me as I breathe into his neck. I was going to cum if he kept up this pace and he knew it. 

“Such a good little wife you are…”

He groans when I dare to kiss his collar bone. He was magnetic and for whatever reason I felt this connection to him. It was purely sexual, but I enjoyed the way it made me feel. Feeling me get closer to the edge, he removes his fingers from my core, the loss making me feel empty. He pulls my hair and forces me to look at him. 

“...From this day forward you are mine…”

He practically growls the words at me, his jaw clenched as he studies me. I can’t speak when he says this, but I manage a small nod before he continues. 

“... You will never be anyone else’s.” 

Our eyes remain locked as he moves his hands to unbuckle his pants, lifting his body up enough to slide them down. He takes his boxers off at the same time as his dress pants and exposes himself to me. Completely unapologetically he smirks when I glance down at his hardened member. He’s bigger than anyone else I’ve ever had before, but I can’t help but want him inside of me as soon as possible. He wastes no time with my underwear, but instead of sliding them off he rips them off of my body. 

I’m not shocked by the aggressiveness nor am I shocked by the way that he moves his lips to mine in pure hunger. He knew what he wanted from me and he wasn’t afraid to take it. The kiss was frenzied and demanding as he deepened it, his tongue meeting mine. While he distracts my lips, his hands move my body against his, brushing his hardened cock against my slick core. He is setting my body to align with his and I brace myself to be impaled by him. I brace myself for the feeling of complete desire to overtake us both. 

He aligns himself with me with one quick thrust. A deep penetrating thrust that felt like utter perfection. My lips part as he thrusts again and again into me with quiet demand. A moan escapes my lips as he holds my body into place, his thrusts deeper and deeper. “I want to hear you say it…”

He groans into my lips. His pace was faster than it had been before. I feel like my head is spinning as he does this and I’m unsure of how I can respond to whatever he wants me to say. I didn’t think I could even form a coherent sentence. 

“...Say you’re mine and no one else’s. Say it and I might let you cum.”

There’s a veiled threat in his words, a smugness about him that told me he could feel how close I was to coming undone around his cock. A threat that told me I better verbally comply or I wouldn’t be able to release the pent up pleasure I felt. I could feel how close he was and I could tell that he needed to hear me say it, his ego would accept nothing less. 

“I am yours…”

I whimper as he thrusts into me so fast that I can hardly focus.

“... I am yours and no one else’s.”

The words fall from my lips mere seconds before he cums inside of me, his lips connecting with mine once more. He groans as his cock twitches inside of me. 

“Cum for me sweetheart.”

He rasps, giving me permission to let go. My body wastes no time responding to what he’s finally allowed me to do and it feels so good. 

Afterwards we sit on the loveseat, our chests rising and falling rapidly. We both strive to catch our breath, sitting in the silence of his room. It’s only when he guides my face to look up to his once more that he speaks one final time for the night. 

“Emilia Brock, we are going to have so much fucking fun together.”

*I have other parts in mind, please let me know if you would like to read more.*

#sam and colby #sam and colby fanfiction #sam and colby smut #colby brock #colby brock fanfic #colby brock smut

[lxdyred]

Among snakes I shall dance

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Targaryen!Fem!Reader

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Summary: Rhaenyra's firstborn finds herself surrounded by the greens and, to her misfortune, betrothed to one of them. So she begins to plan how to take them down, one by one, from the inside.

Word count: 2.8K

Warning: Allusions to incestuous relationship (it's HOTD, come on!), use of obscene language (c-word used somewhere), some characters might be a bit out of character. And this is my fist time writing about GOT universe, so yeah :)

Tag list: Open!

Feedback is really appreciated! ❤️

"Do you want to execute the princess, the only daughter of Rhaenyra?" the queen asked incredulously, after standing up.

"Your Grace." The Master of Ships, Tyland Lannister spoke. "You must know that to leave her, her mother and bastard brothers and alive would be to jeopardise the integrity of yours son's reign."

"Let us not forget about Daemon either, I stress again." Otto dropped, running a hand through his beard.

"I will not allow you to execute the princess." Spoke firmly and sternly, Alicient. "Viserys loved his granddaughter in a very special way. I will not allow you to proceed with this absurd idea when my husband's corpse is not even cold yet. I will not let you sully his memory in this way. And whoever does so will be sent to the wall."

"You propose to let her go, my queen?" the Hand of the King asked, one eyebrow arched at his daughter. "Need I remind you that she is her mother's heiress? And that she, in turn, is just as dangerous? Any pretender to the throne can be a threat to your son."

"I propose something, an alternative that might work." Tyland Lannister spoke. "What if you marry her off to someone loyal to Aegon?" he proposed as he swept his gaze over everyone present.

"That would be a good alternative. The young princess is Targaryen and Velaryon, pure Valyrian blood unlike her brothers, she is the only one who resembles somehow to her late father, Ser Leanor. To betroth her to someone we trusts would do well." Grand Maester Orwyle commented with a nod, it seemed to be a great idea. "An advantageous marriage might prevent bloodshed, might even make her mother swear fealty to Aegon and bring them to kneel.”

"To whom would you offer the Red Mermaid’s hand, Grand Maertre?" Alicent asked once she stopped to think about the idea.

"You could betroth her to Lord Strong. Ser Larys is loyal to you, My Queen. To Aegon."

"I could betroth the princess." Tyland replied, a small smile plastered on his face. They all looked at him.

"That is a good offer, Ser Tyland, but I think Prince Aemond would be suitable." The smile that had been on the Lannister's face moments before was wiped away at those words. "He would know how to tame the young princess, who to our misfortune is as wild as her brothers and mother." Otto added the last with venom, who glanced at his daughter who was thinking about the whole situation.

"We would start, moreover, with the advantage that both of them were close in childhood." Orwyle spoke. "I propose, if we all agree, that the ceremony take place as soon as possible."

Alicent nodded. "We shall marry them right after Aegon's ceremony. By nightfall."

"It would also be advisable to have the princess present at the coronation. It would give a message of unity, so anyone loyal to Rhaenyra would think twice."

"Let there be no more talk. After Aegon's coronation, Prince Aemond and the Princess will be wed tomorrow before the day ends."

Once the green council had settled all the matters they had to deal with to carry out their plan, the queen, along with the company of Ser Criston Cole, went in search of the princess to let her know what would become of her. How before nightfall of the next day she would be married to her uncle, who in what seems to have been a past life, was a friend of hers.

"My queen." Said the young princess once she saw Alicent in front of her, bowing after addressing her. "I suppose you have come to give me the terrible news that my beloved grandsire has passed away." Spoke the silver-haired young woman with a soft tone.

"That is not the only reason I am here, my dear." The Hightower woman spoke as she approached her granddaughter-in-law with a sad smile.

The Queen looked at the you woman. She could clearly see that she had been weeping for hours over the pass of Viserys, who had been so important to her. Even though she had not been able to see her grandsire for the past six years, the two had been corresponding by letters weekly, which had made the bond between grandsire and granddaughter very close.

"I am so sorry for your loss." Spoke the young woman who stood by the window of her room, which overlooked the inner courtyard of the castle. She knew things were wrong when she saw the behaviour of the people in the castle different, as if they were following a protocol. Well, let's just say that Ser Criston Cole locking her in her room and the guards taking anyone who worked in the castle to the dungeons - where she supposed they were sent - were two other big signs.

"I too am sorry for your loss, sweet child." The queen murmured as she took the young woman’s hands for her attention. "There is something I must inform you of."

"What is it?" the young one looked at the Queen, once her mother's best friend and now her grandmother by marriage to Viserys.

"Viserys… before he passed away, he told me one thing." The brown-haired woman began to explain to the silver-haired. "He told me that his dying wish is that your uncle, Aegon, should succeed him as king."

The young princess shook her head in confusion. "Pardon me?" she asked with a frown, still showing signs of confusion. "It makes no sense at all. He made my mother his heir." Said the young woman turning away. "He wanted my mother to rule the kingdoms."

"It's true. He told me, he changed his mind, it was his dying wish. For your uncle to be the new king."

"Is that what you had to tell me, dear Grandmother?" The young woman asked as she folded her arms, still frowning, but this time she did not show confusion, if not displeasure. "Is that why I have been locked up all day? To keep me from running away? Or perhaps, to keep me prisoner and use me to your advantage and make my mother bow the knee to your son?" The young woman exclaimed in anger. "I will not allow my mother to kneel."

"They wanted to execute you." Alicent spoke calmly, resting her hand on her granddaughter’s cheek. "I have prevented it. But to avoid a war, we have made a decision, of which I have come to tell you."

The young Velaryon laughed cynically. "To keep me prisoner, I assume." She took a step back.

"Of course not."

"You are telling me I can go back to my mother, to Dragonstone? Or back to Driftmark where I am supposed to go with my Grandmother?" The young woman looked around and sighed. "Where is my grandmother? Princess Rhaenys. Do you have her locked up too? Or have you executed her already?"

"She is well. In her room, making a decision."

"I see." The young woman dropped into the chair next to the window. "Seven hells." She dropped her head into her hands. "So... can I go now? I mean, if I am not a prisoner, I would like to leave as soon as possible." She looked up and looked at the queen, who was staring out the window, in silence.

Alicent continued to stare out the window, until she turned silently, with a serious countenance, then broke the silence. "You're getting married. Tomorrow night, after Aegon's coronation."

Like her mother in her day, the young woman did not want to get married. She wanted to live her life freely, free of responsibilities and heavy burdens. In a way, because she knew she was not made to be a pretender to the Iron Throne, which had given her so many headaches throughout her life. She knew that her younger brother, Jace, would be a better candidate when the time came. That was why, the day before, after what had happened in the throne room with Veamond Velaryon, she knew she must speak to her mother before she went home.

"Mother, may I have a word with you, please?" The firstborn said to her mother, who was with Daemon, preparing to leave the red keep. They both looked at their daughter.

"I will leave you two alone." Said the Prince, preparing to give both women space.

"That's not necessary, Father." Daemon was not her father, but since Leanor's passing, he had taken it upon himself to play that role, protecting and thus teaching the young woman everything he knew of the world, from High Valyrian to how to fight with a sword. "I would like you to stay. Please."

"What's wrong, dear?" Rhaenyra said, approaching her daughter in fear that something bad had happened. "She took her daughter’s face, and could see sadness and uncertainty in her expression.

Daemon approached her as well, and placed a hand on her shoulder, a sign of support and encouragement for her to speak. "If someone has done or said something to you, tell me who it is and I will kill them. No hesitation, you know that.”

"Nothing bad has happened, everything is fine, really, father." she said with a small smile at her father's overprotective reaction. "I wanted to let you know before you leave…my intentions."

"Your intentions about what, my daughter?"

"I do not desire the Iron Throne, mother. I do not wish to be your heir." The young woman spat quickly. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint the person she loved most in the world. "Jace would be a better king. He should be your heir. I wanted to tell you, but... I didn't want to disappoint either of you. I- I'm sorry, mother. I'm not up to it." The young Velaryon girl burst into tears.

"You could never let us down, sweetheart. Never, do you hear me?" Rhaenyra hugged her daughter tightly. Daemon smiled briefly at her and stroked her long silver hair.

Alicent's words really did hit her like a bucket of cold water. "Of course I am not getting wed!" The girl exclaimed. "No."

"If for the sake of your family, you want to avoid a war and getting them all killed, that's what you have to do," Alicent spoke calmly, with a tone that sent shivers down her spine.

This could not be happening.

Fuck it all.

Fuck the greens and their manipulations.

Fuck Alicent Hightower and the snake she had for a father.

"And who is the highest bidder to whom you have sold me, my queen?" the Velaryon said the last with mockery. "Ser Larys Strong? Or perhaps Ser Tyland Lannister?"

"Aemond, of course. Your dear uncle."

"I-no... He's-"

"Ser Criston." Called the Queen to the new Commander of the Kingsguard, who until then had been on the other side of the door to the princess's chambers, waiting for Alicent.

"My Queen." Said the knight once he entered the room. He looked at the princess and gave a small bow with his head. "Princess."

"Ser Criston, escort the princess for a little stroll to the gardens. She's been cooped up here all day, I'm sure some fresh air will do her good."

"As you commanded, my Queen."

Great, we're going on a small trip with Cole. Sounds like fun.

Spoiler. No.

A few moments later, when the Queen had left the place, together with the Commander's company, the young Velaryon woman went for a walk, in silence, to the Red Keep’s gardens.

It was strange to be walking in the Keep at this hour. It was almost dark, everything was dark, there was hardly anyone in the there, only guards and a few servants going to their rooms. There was not as much light as she remembered from when she was younger, except for a few torches and candles.

No doubt, the Red Keep had changed, it was not the place she loved to be in her childhood. Now it was just a dreary, cold place, a memory. A shell of its former self.

"Enjoying the walk, niece?" A voice interrupted them.

"Uncle." The girl whispered as she saw her uncle leaning against a brick pillar.

"I suppose you have been informed of the great news by now, hm?" The young Prince took a sip from the cup in his hand.

"Yes." She said in a dry tone, as she watched his every move.

"It will not be so bad, do you think?" The silver-haired Prince arched an eyebrow, before taking a final sip from his cup and setting it down.

She watched as the cup fell to the ground and the noise it made when it made contact with it. The noise echoed down the hallway.

In a way, that was how she felt. As if she was falling and was about to make an impact with something that was going to end her.

She didn't know at what point he had approached, but now he was standing in front of her, a smirk plastered on his face. "Don't you think it is funny?" He asked her, she watched him. She noticed his features slightly illuminated under the torches. His eyepatch was what caught her attention the most. She thought about the sapphire that was underneath. "By this time tomorrow we will be married. We will be one before the gods." She looked at his only eye, his blue gaze attracted her, much to her dismay.

"Delightful." She snapped wryly.

"Don't take it like that, princess. We will have a good time, just like when we were kids."

Something about him was attracting her. She didn't know what it was exactly, but it was electrifying. She looked closely at his long, seemingly silky hair, his high cheekbones, his perfect nose. His lips. Those lips, which were quirked into a mocking smile.

"I would rather jump from the highest tower of the Keep, my Prince." That was what came from between the lips of the young woman, who feigned sweetness.

"Seven hells. You really feel like it, hm?" Aemond said as he took the young woman's chin and lifted her face, so that she would look at him. "It is alright. I am dying for it too." He whispered teasingly before placing a kiss on the young woman's forehead, as if this was a game. "Ser Criston."

"Yes, my prince?"

"Please take my betrothed back to her chambers. She must rest for tomorrow." The young Prince ordered.

"As you command." Replied the brown-haired knight at the young man's command.

"Good night, my dear. We have an exciting day ahead of us tomorrow."

That was when she made up her mind to send it all to hell.

If she was going to be surrounded by Snakes from now on, unable to be with her family, she was going to do everything she could to destroy them from the inside. Or at least try and enjoy the process.

After all, she was her mother's daughter. She wouldn't let them finish her off so easily.

"Fuck all of this, fuck this place. Fuck all of them." She whispered.

The commander heard her. "You could have your tongue cut out for saying that." Criston told her, as she was escorted on her way to her room.

"Would you do it yourself, Ser Criston?" The girl gave the knight a fleeting glance.

"If I were ordered to." He replied.

"Surely you would enjoy it, would not you?"

The commander frowned and gave the young woman a look full of anger and displeasure.

"This can stay between us, Commander. It could be our secret, one more we would have." The young woman paused as she almost reached the door to her quarters. "I know you loathe my mother, that you resent her and that if it were up to you she would be dead. I also know that you think the same of me. That I am a savage and perhaps a spoiled cunt, worthy daughter of my mother? Perhaps?"

"You should go inside your room, princess. You must rest."

"Yes, don't worry. But first I want to tell you one thing. As I have already told you, all this may be our secret." The Velaryon woman spoke as she finished heading to the door of her quarters, once she reached the door she looked at the knight. "Well. As I was saying, I know you hate my mother, and I also know why, because she supposedly made you break your vows, the ones you took when you entered the kingsguard, am I wrong?"

Cole took a breath, thus trying to control the anger he was beginning to feel at hearing the young woman's words. His knuckles were white now. “What are you trying to say?”

"You see I am also my father's worthy daughter. For that I think you should be glad, don't you think? After all, not many Commanders of the Kingsguard have a daughter who is a princess." The young woman opened the door to her room. "I'm going to get some rest now. Good night, Commander. Oh! My mistake - should I address you as father from now on?"

No doubt she was going to do her best to destroy them from the inside. One by one, if that wasn't too ambitious of her.

Anyway, she was going to try to enjoy the process.

Even if it ended with her.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #rhaenyra targaryen x daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #daemon targeryan #daemon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #angst #lxdyred #fanfiction #reader insert #fem!reader #game of thrones #criston cole #criston cole x rhaenyra targaryen #criston cole x reader #criston cole x you #game of thrones imagine #got #game of thrones fanfiction #alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #fanfic #oneshot #among snakes i shall dance

[wonder-mei]

Letting Life Lead (MK1 Bi-han)

Author's note; reminder this is not lore accurate to the Mortal Kombat universe. I write because they're hot. I also do not have a beta reader or I read my fanfic from top to bottom to see any errors. I'm lazy okay.

Being the oldest son of the grandmaster of Lin Kuei has a lot of responsibility to be done for the expectations from the others has on Bi-han. He learns everything he needs to know; war strategies, martial arts, mastering his cryomancer and having good communications with other clans. 

Bi-han has achieved all of them but there is one expectation he has not; having a family. He never thought about being married nor even having children of his own. His younger brother, Kuai Liang can do that for the lineage. But his father told his sons everyone has the opportunity to have families. Bi-han told his father it is unnecessary for him because he never talks to any women or has any interest in them. So his father arranged him with another clan nearby.

Of course an age as old as him will get arranged with someone much younger. Bi-han stares at the clan sitting in the dining area having bonds together. His future wife's face was hidden with a silk covering her face. 

“There’s my son,Bi-han. Come. Sit in front of your future wife” his father calls him with his hand gesturing to an empty chair in front of her. He saw she took a quick glance at him. Bi-han sits in the chair in silence. His father does every talk, and he won’t admit he’s feeling nervous with this arrangement. 

They all eat when the food is served. Her parents praised the food and his father gladly took the compliments. She still eats with the silk on her face. His eyes then saw she’s wearing red lipstick underneath. The feast took around one hour to end with the dessert. 

“Why don’t you take her walking around?” 

Bi-han looks at his father and huffs. He stands up leaving the room not waiting for her at all. It’s too foreign to him;having someone. 

Her mother told her to follow Bi-han and she did. Her soft and timid footstep follows Bi-han behind to the backyard. It was the spring season. The magnolia trees in Lin Kuei clan delicate petals unfurl in the gentle spring breeze, the air is suffused with a sweet fragrance, enchanting the senses and bringing everyone into a serene state. 

She just follows him wherever he leads him but then her footstep stops. Bi-han turns around to see her staring at a swing under the biggest magnolia tree in the area. He walks towards her, her gaze flickered towards Bi-han getting near to her but she shyly looks back on the swing. 

The unexpected gentleness of his gesture made her in disbelief, leaving her momentarily stunned. Bi-han sweeps the leaves and flowers on the swing for her. Her eyes finally looked at him. Her eyes sent him into tranquillity.He was left speechless by her eyes, full of admiration and tenderness, reflecting the depth of her feelings without ever saying a word.

She sits on the swing and brings her legs back and forth swaying in the air as she pleas. Her hair dances with the wind and her dress flutters beautifully. Bi-han watches her with admiration but then he stops her swinging. 

Her eyes looked at him directly again, sending him another wave of electric. His hand touches the silk that has been covering her face. Bi-han looks for any sign of protest or discomfort but she shows none, her eyes showing willingness instead. 

As the silk fell from her face. The beauty only from her eyes expands more. She is a deity that fell from the sky for him. A gift from the elder gods for him. Each magnolia patel twirls around them both as they gaze on each other. Bi-han shakingly takes a beautiful golden hairpin with pink flowers from her pocket. She sees it and bows down letting him wear it on her. 

His hands cannot stop shaking from the nervousness he’s having. He’s afraid he would pull her hair too much or pierce the hairpin into her skull but she patiently awaits him. His fingers caress her scalp gently, not ruining her hair. Bi-han places the hairpin in her hair. She raises her head up facing back to him,the hairpin suits her features so perfectly. He returns her smile and holds her hand leading back to where their families are.

The two clans smile widely seeing them holding hands with smiles carved on their faces. The hairpin he gave to her is the answer they all pray for, she accepts the marriage. For once in Bi-han’s life, the universe is leading him to somewhere he never expected. And for now on, he let life lead him which he knows will be perfect as it is already perfect right now.

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A/N: Got this idea from a Turkish drama scene on tiktok so i was inspired by it. If you have any request,do tell. I don't have anymore ideas to write or it will take me awhile to post. Please request for me to expand my writing skills and boredom.

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #sub zero #bi han mk

[anime-related]

AU where L and Light go to To-Oh together before the Death Note is dropped. (Whether Light is Kira is up to you, I think it'd be cool either way)

While L and the cops are investigating Kira, Light and L have began a relationship. Now, Soichiro (lights dad, if your memory is as bad as mine) is working with L, but has also literally seen him in the house.

Sufficed to say, he's shocked when he meets L and it's his son's college friend. Even more so when Light calls L nearing the end of a meeting and hears them talk more than platonically.

Here's some little excerpts my mind made up. I've watched the show only once, so I'm sorry if/that it's ooc

"Hello. I am here to see Light."

"Light! There's a weird guy at the door!" Sayu called. She glanced at him. "No offense."

"None taken," L dismissed.

Light ran down the stairs, smiling at the sight of L in the door.

"Hey! I picked up some cake, and we can go play that game I talked about."

"I figured as much, since that's why I'm here," L said. Light rolled his eyes fondly.

They walked into the kitchen, where his father was getting water.

"Oh, you must be Soichiro Yagami. Police chief, solved over 30 cases."

"Wow, Light. I had no idea you talked about me all that much."

"He doesn't."

Upon setting their sights on L, Soichiro's mind went blank. He would've never guessed. What were the chances. While everyone else was making their judgments on L and his appearance, Soichiro was trying to combine Ryuzaki with L in his mind.

He ignored it. It'd be safer for both of them if they didn't bring their personal lives into this. He took out his ID and introduced himself as if it were the first time.

"If I were Kira you would be dead Soichiro Yagami."

Combining these two people wouldn't be so difficult. He knew Ryuzaki reminded him of someone.

As they went on, he remembered small details. Light running downstairs because he and Ryuzaki had left their phones there. Ryuzaki also had an infatuation for sugar, and even when his wife made pretty universally loved tea, he'd still add stacks of sugar cubes.

Then there was...

"And from now on, I'll have to ask that you stop calling me 'L.' It's..." L glanced at Soichiro. "Ryuzaki now. Just to be safe."

How cautious was L to give a fake name to L before Kira was even a factor? And if Soichiro didn't know him, would he have used a different alias?

"Excuse me," L said, pulling his phone oddly from his pocket. "Your timing is perfect, I'm nearly done with my meeting. I'll be over shortly."

"I assume you have more puzzles to test me with?"

"Of course I do." Whoever was on the other side laughed softly. A small smile cracked L's face.

"I look forward to it, Ryu."

"So do I."

"See you soon."

L hesitated, but hung up without saying much more like usual.

"My apologies, I try not to keep him waiting."

"Was that Watari?" Matsuda asked.

"No, my boyfriend." He said it so casually, though it shocked everyone.

"You... what?" Aizawa asked.

"He's the only person I've ever met on my level. If it didn't put him in significant danger, I would've brought him in to help." He pushed his lip with his thumb. "Though that's not the only reason," he added in a mumble. He looked as ashamed as L could look.

"How long have you, uh..." Poor Matsuda was thrown extremely off guard.

"I've been queer my whole life if that's what you're asking. Though, I'm sure you're not. I've known him for a few months. He's very attractive." He pulled his hand away from his smile. "I'd tell you his name, but I don't feel comfortable doing so."

Soichiro feared he already knew who it was. Light didn't need to be put in more danger than he already was being his son. He didn't know how to feel about this.

"You'd place surveillance camera's on your own boyfriend?" Soichiro asked. He wouldn't mind placing them on Light, but L always had a certain level of respect for him.

"Of course. I've suspected he was L since before we started a romantic relationship."

This was a shock to everyone. Not only L dating Light, but L potentially dating Kira and knowing it.

"Why?"

"Light is my intellectual equal. Unfortunately that makes it more likely that he's Kira. And the fact that he made the first move only increases that likelihood, though he doesn't know I'm L. If he did, I'd be more sure."

"How sure are you?"

"About 5%. If he knew I was L before he kissed me, it'd be 7 or 8%. Getting close with the enemy is a good way of staying in their good graces and not getting caught, but I'm not going to excuse Light as a suspect just because he makes me happy. That would be ridiculous. And being his boyfriend makes it so I can monitor him outside the house without raising suspicion."

"I might be out of line, but that sounds messed up. Spying on your boyfriend?"

"Well, I don't have to. I can monitor elsewhere while they're at home. I will still be attending my outings with Light and I can't help but monitor him in those moments, though I can assure you we're usually focused on each other; I'm not sure he'd have a moment to kill with me there."

"And Light doesn't know you're L?" Aizawa asked. "Couldn't it be helpful for him to be brought on the case? He's helped on cases before."

"If Light isn't Kira, I don't want him in any danger. I'm sure Soichiro understands my dilemma." His voice was tense as were his hands.

"I do," Soichiro admitted. "I'm find putting cameras around the house. If there's any chance, we may as well check."

"Exactly."

#death note #lawlight #death note l #lawliet #l x light #light x l #light yagami

[starrbitez]

Is it a coincidence that both Rick AND Beth abandoned morty for summer? Like father like daughter? And isn’t it interesting that in this universe she doesn’t regret not aborting summer? They way rick hugs summer back in the gotron episode. But he never hugs morty back until fear no mort, but even that has hesitation. He said summer reminds him of Diane. Does Beth think that too? would rick abandon morty for Diane if given the chance— morty clear thinks so from his pov in the hole, but the question is, would Beth give up morty and summer to see her mother? I really want to dissect why everyone in the family dislikes morty.

Jerry calls morty stupid multiple times, and always yells at him for not trying hard enough. I see this as projection, personally. Jerry projects his own insecurities onto his son because he cant be the Only one like this. Morty even says he’s just like his dad, when someone asks “is everyone in your family an idiot?” And morty says “well for sure me and my dad are” in the Pluto episode.

Rick dislikes morty early on because he is supposed to. He knows thats how Ricks are supposed to treat morty, but we clearly see that rick cares the most, especially in Close Encounters of the Rick Kind, where he cries watching memories of morty. Evil rick says that no rick cares about their morty, and from then on we see rick continuously overcompensate with insults towards morty. However, we see that rick truly cares in multiple episodes, to name a few; Meseeks and Destroy, Get Schwifty, Look who’s Purging Now, Rest and Ricklaxation. These are all episodes prior to season five, where rick realizes he is a bad partner and leaves. Something interesting is that in GoTron, Rick only abandons Morty when his ideas are not being backed, and are instead being backed by summer, who he says reminds him of Diane (in fear no mort). It’s interesting because we can assume that rick is looking for comfort and acceptance from Diane, and the closest person he can get it from is Summer. He also values summer in this episode because she has never really stood up to Rick on adventures, something Rick dislikes about Morty.

It’s also interesting to add to the mix that his Morty is Morty Prime, the grandson of the man who killed his family. Rick had no problem leaving the rest of the Prime dimension behind, but on some level i think he knew that he needed Morty Prime (before he had even really gotten attached). Rick values the one thing he has against Prime, but he knows that Prime is in Morty’s blood, and I think every time Morty stands up to Rick he sees a small flash of Prime in the kid’s personality, and it scares him to death. It’s a juxtaposition between one grandchild representing his dead wife, and the other representing his mortal enemy.

Finally, I want to talk about why Beth seems to dislike Morty so much, only really showing she cares when he’s in distress—and when she’s right. Beth obviously seeks Rick’s approval, and because of that she has a lot of the same traits. Again, Morty stands up to her, (i forget what the episode is called) but when Summer is turned giant, Morty tells Beth that she is just as arrogant and reckless as Rick, and that being like him isn’t going to make him like her more. Beth wants attention more than anything, and when she and Jerry are going through the divorce in season two, Summer immediately chooses her mother, refusing to talk to Jerry at all. Morty, however, talks to both of his parents. Beth values loyalty and trust over everything, and her abandonment issues are obvious when she appreciates people who stay more. In the Prime dimension, Beth Prime tells Jerry, “a real man stands by his woman,” and in the post credits scene they have this exchange:

Jerry: do you ever wonder what happened to rick and morty?

Beth: sometimes, but i hate to admit that now that they’re gone, im finally happy.

Beth knows that Rick would always abandon her, and on some level i think she believes that morty is betraying her by putting trust in rick, among her disappointment in a lot of Mortys actions in school and socially. This episode really shows that she values Jerry and Summer above Rick and Morty, because Jerry and Summer would always stay.

Beth and Summer both know that Beth had almost aborted Summer, and Beth wants to prove that she’s not like her father; that she wont suddenly abandon or betray her daughter. Choosing Summer over Morty in Morty’s Mind Blowers is Beth’s way of showing her devotion and loyalty to her daughter, saying that she wouldn’t leave. She’s better than Rick. Again, in the GoTron episode, Beth is willing to leave morty behind because she trusts Jerry, summer, and Rick more, because she knows they could leave, and she needs them to stay with her, because they have shown that they’ll stay with her. the only time Beth truly comforts and shows affection to Morty is in the Planetina episode, where she consoles him after the break up. In some way, this reminds me of something Rick would do, and has done. She and Rick had both at one point manipulated a loved ones relationship for their own benefit, or simply to hurt someone else. Rick sabotaged Beth and Jerry’s marriage multiple times, and Beth (even though she was right bc planetina was lowkey weird as hell) sabotaged Morty’s relationship—actually his happiness, and the first time he had felt valued—because she needed to feel valued more, the same way rick wanted to be valued over Jerry.

Idk if this makes sense im just kind of spitballing here but . I think everyone in the family has a distinct reason for disliking and excluding morty, and while they have their moments, i don’t really think they matter compared to the sheer amount of disrespect morty gets. I didn’t put summer here because they both have their own problems, and for the most part they value each other the same amount because they both want to break the cycle their family is stuck in.

If u read all of this thank u :) lmk what u think

#rick and morty #morty smith #rick n morty #morty #rnm #rick sanchez

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I know everyone has done different circumstances of birth but I raise u one more

One where all of the humans r sent back to earth (including norm and max sorry guys) AND THEN they find spider

The opportunities r endless - in this universe jake sully has no choice but to adopt him because he's the only one who knows anything about humans (though this is pre neteyam so he still has no idea about baby's) neytiri and her acceptance is up in the air atm, I like to think she'd be a good step mum if not an actual mum to him - at least until the humans come back and she drifts from him

Ugh!!! The angst potential of him maybe still getting kidnapped, 2ould they still run away, how would he reac to being around all these humans (he really would be full navi) i need this in my soul

OH I LIKE THIS, I am very sad about Norm and Max tho cause I am a HUGE Norm Spellman stan, the man is truly an icon.

HOWEVER.

Making sure he had the technology to survive would be crazy. It would really have to be one of those fucking blessed by Eywa fics because why would the humans have left supplies laying around, and there aren't masks that are baby sized? So if he's not blessed then Neytiri, Jake, and Mo'at are taking turns living in Hells Gate to watch Spider until he can wear a mask. Spider and his daily guardian fucking around in the empty shell of Hell's Gate is such a bittersweet idea. I think he's the clans baby tho, especially if he's blessed. We'll focus on him being blessed, because it's easier.

He's Mo'at's little helper particularly, because before Neteyam Jake and Neytiri were really busy rebuilding and working, so Mo'at is just working with Spider just strapped to her chest or playing by her feet. He's a comforting little presence by her side. She didn't usually have someone with her all the time after Sylwanin died, Eytukan was always busy and Neytiri was never good at sitting still. But Spider gives her focus, and she knows he is a gift from Eywa to them all. For her, he is Sylwanin's warmth beside her learning to heal. To Jake, he is a reminder of his past and a vision of his future. For Neytiri, he is a chance to let go of immense pain.

If you come to get help from the tsahík you tell her what's wrong while holding the baby. Emotional support Spider, he's got a tiny tiny hand on your cheek and then the cut on your arm doesn't hurt as much. All the children that survived the war are obsessed with him, because he did too. He's a miracle, proof that you can get through anything (sometimes with a little help from Eywa), and I think it gives them a little comfort.

Neytiri takes a long time to warm up to him. She helps Jake and Mo'at care for him because she can see how much it helps them, how much he means to them. She likes him, he is cute and sweet and she sees how positively he affects her mate and her mother. But she can't look him in the eyes for almost a year. I think when she does, and she Sees him, it's after Neteyam is born and she sees the way Spider pats his cheek or cries when Neteyam is taken away from him. She remembers being upset when Sylwanin was gone when she was younger. I think after that she's ride or die for him, because Neteyam has a sibling, and that means the world.

Maybe they don't know who his father is, or his real name. Without Norm and Max and the other humans, Jake wouldn't know shit about how to check lol. Jake named him Spider because when they found him he had crawled out of the makeshift crib he'd been hidden in. Maybe they find out when the humans return, and Neytiri finds herself unable to look at Spider again. She's devastated, because he's been her SON for so long. She thought she was past this. She tries to hide it from him, talks to her mother and to Jake, but Spider notices. He spends the night with Mo'at and she cries to Jake thinking he hates her but he actually just didn't want her to have to see him, it's very emotional. Lo'ak tries to get his mind off of it by taking them to visit the old shack, to learn more about his real dad. Boom capture. Devastating, truly. They try to go after Spider but he's already at Bridgehead, and Jake comes to the horrible realization that going after him would mean more casualties than recoveries.

Spider in capture thinking his family hates him now and he's stuck with the man who caused it all, Neytiri in Awa'atlu thinking Spider hates her and she caused her family to be torn apart. Ultimate angst everyone.

#so sorry this took me so so long queen but i had to craft a world #what if #someone wrote this #guys send me more of these the way they burrow into my brain #miles spider soccoro #spider soccoro #jake sully #neytiri sully #mo'at #lo'ak sully #sylwanin #norm spellman #max patel #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron)

[kindoffruity]

Smitten - Chapter Two - Aonung's POV

Summary: Aonung is Neteyam's biggest fan and no matter how strong he is, Neteyam is baby.

Mild warning: This chapter has a teensy bit of violence, not much though. Also, this is my Avatar universe so what I say goes. It's not cannon-compliant at all.

Smitten - Chapter Two - Protect - Aonung's POV

Most people knew not to mess with Aonung, being the chief’s son usually gave him enough stature to not be bothered with. Though that logic didn’t apply to other eldest sons of chiefs. To elaborate more on the situation at hand, Aonung had to think back to what he could have possibly done wrong to end up here. 

It had been a few hours earlier at the center of the reef when a few ilus had rode in with them a select few young adults from the neighboring Ta’uni clan.

It wasn’t determined as a threat, the clans were more like cousins if anything, so it didn’t gather the attention of many people besides Aonung and Tsireya. 

“Welcome,” Tsireya greeted happily, she was usually too welcoming for Aonung’s liking. He felt a bit uneasy as they all chatted, Aonung recognized one of the males in the group had received their Iknimaya and had their first tattoo. He had just recently completed his coming of age ceremony. 

Aonung completely missed the name of pretty much everyone in the group, he knew they were here for something. 

“Enough with the small talk, what is it you want?” Aonung spat, he was usually the one to speak his mind freely regardless. 

“Excuse my eldest brother, he usually isn’t this rude.” Tsireya apologized for him, smacking his arm. Aonung looked unamused as he stared at the outsiders. 

“I have come to seek the sea princess, I am a man worthy of being her mate.” 

Finally, Aonung thought to himself. He knew they wouldn’t have rode from another reef to their home just to sit in a circle and be friends. 

“No,” The siblings spoke in unison, “How dare you insult my sister by thinking because you completed your Iknimaya you could come here and ask for her hand.” Aonung knew he had no right to his sister, and as much as he hated Lo’ak this would easily be a downgrade. 

Some more words were exchanged, Aonung could admit, most of those words weren’t nice. He couldn’t remember specifics but he did know the altercation had gathered some attention and at some point, someone had swung first, not him though, he learned his lesson last time with the Sully’s. 

Next thing he knew, he had tackled the unknown Ta’uni member and a full on fight had broken out. He could hear Tsireya practically weeping in the back and only really pulled out once he heard Tonowari, his father, shout. 

He pulled off, knuckles bruised, a busted lip but surely he looked a lot better than the other who scrambled to his feet and retreated with his friends. 

Perhaps that was Aonung’s mistake, he had chosen to walk away like his father had asked rather than to finish the fight. 

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Aonung had been looking for a cave that would remind Neteyam of home, it had a large pool of water, near the ocean with a good amount of sand, and a mix of trees. It almost seemed like a small rainforest only a few minutes away from the reef. 

Not far behind him were the Ta’uni boys from earlier, this time they had brought a few more men with them.

“Take the ropes off and fight me like a man.” Aonung called out, his voice echoing in the cave walls. He had been ambushed, even though he was clearly stronger than most of them they had the element of surprise and he had only been one to their group of six. 

“There isn’t even a need to fight, look at you, we could just leave your pathetic self here and no one would come for you.” 

Aonung glared, wriggling in the ropes that had bound his wrists and ankles together, he had gotten pretty beat up in the midst of everything. A multitude of bruises adorning his stomach and legs where he had been kicked and punched, his hair had been ripped out of his bun letting his curls out in a messy frame around his face. 

“Take these ropes off and see just how well I can fight. You needed six men to take me down, I can handle you like nothing.” Aonung licked the blood from his lips, his body flexing as he tried to break out of the burning rope. 

A knife was pulled out and Aonung finally thought the other was going to release him so they could have a real fight except the unsharpened part knife was pressed against his neck, “You talk too much.” Aonung quieted his mouth trying to think of how he could get out of the situation. He was outnumbered, tired, and frankly his whole body ached from the group having attacked him. 

“That's good, be quiet.” 

In the midst of the silence, there was a loud screech from an unknown animal, the group all looked up and around nervous with the unfamiliar screech. 

“Is that.. An Ikran..?” The knife was dropped and the leader turned to process what the large Ikran had been doing, it had been circling the cave from above with loud screeching and then it suddenly dropped down and flew right past the group knocking a few of the Ta’unui clan members off their feet. 

“Why would an Ikran be near the reef- Where is your rider?” 

There was very visible panic as they tried to stand guard from the large creature.

Aonung snorted, behind the bruised lips and jaw was a smirk, “Not even Ewya will help you out of this one..” 

As if Aonung predicted the future, Neteyam had leaped out of hiding with his bow and arrow- and the cute waist belt Aonung loved so much. 

Neteyam had smacked the leader directly in the face with the bow, clearly taking him by surprise as fell back. Neteyam landed on his feet directly in front of Aonung, dropping down in a stance over Aonung’s legs, his blade out and ears pointed back as he hissed in a threat to the group. 

“What is a forest na’vi doing here- how barbaric-” A few hushed whispers and insults that stirred Aonung up but his focus was immediately brought to Neteyam.

Everything else happened too fast, Aonung didn’t even get a good look at Neteyam but he looked at his posture and immediately knew Neteyam was angry. Neteyam was fast, the bow had been placed by Aonung’s feet and Neteyam had taken off. 

Aonung could only sit helplessly and watch as his boyfriend had dragged every single member of the Ta’uni’s. Aonung winced as he watched Neteyam grab the smallest member and practically toss him like he was nothing, knocking him into the wall and unconscious. 

Neteyam was strong.

 Aonung could let out a dreamy sigh as Neteyam had defended him, even as Neteyam drop kicked and slammed his bow at the back of someone’s head- Aonung could only think about how his body made every move look graceful. 

“I think I am in love..” Aonung muttered quietly as he stood there tied up, he knew Neteyam could handle it himself otherwise he would have freed him. 

Neteyam was bouncing around, barely breaking a sweat when Aonung noticed someone about to sucker punch Neteyam from behind, Aonung’s feet were moving on their own and he pushed his shoulder and head into the unnamed attacker, his hands may have been tied up but he wasn’t going to just let Neteyam take that hit for him. Aonung rolled off with a grunt, his hair sprawled out around him as he tried to push himself up with only his feet. 

“Ma’Aonung!” 

Aonung hadn’t been expecting that, nor did he expect for Neteyam to break his bow across the back of the last member of the group. 

Aonung grunted and finally was able to push himself up to his feet, panting a bit with strain as he was finally able to take a look around. Neteyam had single-handedly taken out six guys by himself and was literally unscathed. 

Despite the fact that Neteyam had no injuries he looked like he was about to start crying, “I thought I lost you..” Neteyam spoke but it was in english and Aonung couldn’t understand him at all. 

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt- Why are you crying?” Aonung tried to wriggle out the rope on his wrists, finally they were cut off revealing deep dark bruises. Aonung was more concerned with inspecting Neteyam who had ripped through the group like they were nothing. 

“I am fine! Look at you! I should have been there sooner!” Neteyam cried out and Aonung sighed softly, grabbing him and pulling him for a tight hug. “Look at me, I am fine. You came just in time, I knew you would come.” Aonung said softly, being extremely gentle with Neteyam. 

The group had gathered themselves and limped out, absolutely baffled that such a monster like that would need consoling after nearly killing them.

From the top of the cave Lo’ak and Tsireya watched, they had arrived mere minutes before, “Neteyam is scary when he’s angry.. He walks around like the perfect child but his temper- Awful.” Lo’ak had only been there long enough to see his brother bash his bow into someone’s back but that told him everything he needed to know. 

“I think they are very cute together, Lo’ak don’t you think?” Tsireya said softly, her arm wrapped around his, she looked up at him with large eyes and Lo’ak felt inclined to agree with her.

“Nope, did you see my brother? He single handedly took down all those guys. Where was yours? Tied up like a princess- Hold on! FISH LIPS WATCH THOSE HANDS!” Lo’ak shouted. 

Aonung had only been hugging Neteyam, sure his hand had ended up on his lower back, it was a given. Aonung looked up, tensed, hearing the shouting, “Why are they here…” He grumbled.

Tsireya gasped, ducking out of sight and smacking Lo’ak’s arm. “Hush they saw us! We must go!” She pulled Lo’ak away fast. 

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#avatar #aonung x neteyam #neteyam x aonung #neteyam pov for sure #protective baby #aonunete #aonung #tsireya is baby #protective boyfriend #protective brother #baby neytiri forreal

[blazingstar29]

I found love

First cab off the rank for the icemav song series! I Found by Amber Run from @qedart. (Do y'all want these on ao3?)

cw: inexplicit period typical homophobia

--

I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be

Fear doesn’t set in for some years, despite how uncertain they were at first. No, Tom is never scared of his love for Maverick. But it’s only as his sister gets engaged and his cousin has a baby that he comes to a chilling realisation that he’s of the age where he needs to shed his bachelor personality and take a desk position, get married, and have kids. 

And he would love too, he’d love to do all those things. Except he can’t, not without killing his soul in the process.

Because he’d love to get married – to Maverick. He’d love to come home – to Maverick. He’d love to have kids – with Maverick. 

But he can’t marry Maverick. He can’t always come home to Maverick. He can’t have kids with Maverick. 

How unfortunate that the man so many people are convinced is cold and heartless has so much love, only for it to be forbidden. Denied. Disgraced. 

Love was meant to be for the daughter of an Admiral or a banker or someone. So long as she was a daughter. Love wasn’t meant to be found in his rival, his competitor, his wingman. His Maverick. 

Fear instils itself in him. It makes him hold his breath every time the topic of relationships comes up around his family, waiting for the questions. It’ll be harder to maintain the it’s hard to court from an aircraft carrier when he inevitably takes a desk position. Sooner or later his mother will want her son to have children, a daughter in law to talk wallpaper with. 

—

And i’ll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take

Pete spent his entire life asking the universe questions and never waiting long enough for an answer. How long can he go before breaking into the turn? How much more can the air boss take? 

He’s spent his entire life pushing it, right on the edge of the envelope. Higher, faster. More often than not it’s worked out, somehow. But he fails, falls, just like everyone. Each time he seems to land into the grounder harder than before. Like the universe is sending him a message. 

Stop.

But he never listened, never paid attention. Didn’t take any hints from the universe on when to slow down. Not until Tom Kazansky showed up, an ever present speedometer that reminds him to break, to eat and sleep.

—-

Tom’s father dies when he’s thirty seven and it stops the questions for a while. A part of him feels guilt, or is regret, that his father never saw him  become a father. At the wake his mother takes by the hand into the garden and cups her hand on his cheek. 

She smiles up at him sadly, but hopeful. 

“Love that boy who sat in the back,” she whispers quietly. “You’re free now.” 

—

 Pete’s spent so long being told to give in, to relent to the pressure, the expectation. To slow down, follow orders, stay on the straight and narrow. He’s spent so long hearing it that sometimes he forgets to find the accelerator, to pour his all, to give his everything. 

Before the first dark star test flight Tom holds his hand through the fire repellent gloves on the long walk out to the flight line in the middle of the Mojave desert. 

“Nervous?”

He looks at Tom through his helmet. A view they’ll share in this exact spot more than once. 

“I’m about to ask an experimental aircraft to go Mach 5.”

Tom takes him by the shoulders and gets as close to Pete’s face shield as he dares. “I know so many people including myself have told you to slow down, to stop, to think, to change course. And something I’ve rarely told you is to hurry up.” Move your ass, get up here! I’m engaged with five. Repeat five. I’m in deep shit! “You are the only one who can push it up there the way you do.”

“But what if–”

“I want you to come home tonight. But Mav, I know you. I know you’ve been told to give in, give up all your life. It’s time for you to take. Push it, because you can.” 

#ices mom is an ally and this sounds like the typical ice trope of ice always having the hard ass dad but sue me i'm tired #i've already talked about ices dad in an old broke woke bespoke post i'm just being lazy rn lol #blazingstar29 top gun song series #top gun 1986 #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #iceman x maverick

[punyparkerfics]

the disregarded

Peter Parker (now Peter Stark) meets Julia Cornwall, the daughter of his adoptive father's business associate, at a STEM summer program. This is their story.

warnings: angst, language, implied/referenced child neglect

edit: gifs/photos are not mine

edit 2: here’s the ao3 link

The car was quiet, as usual. Peter’s life since Doctor Strange wiped his memory off the face of the multiverse had been relatively quiet anyway. After losing May and his friends, Peter had gone to the only person he could imagine would be able to help him. That person was Mr. Stark. 

To put it mildly, Tony was confused when the boy he couldn’t remember in his framed family photos suddenly showed up battered and blue after losing everyone he’d ever loved in the battle of his life. If it weren’t for the photos of Peter in his family home and all of Friday’s backup files on the kid, he would’ve had him taken away. Because of this, their relationship wasn’t like it used to be. Despite how close they’d become before the snap, Tony wasn’t all that thrilled to have Peter back.

Peter wasn’t like Tony’s son, which he legally was now. Legally, he was now Peter Anthony Stark and enrolled to begin studying at Columbia University in the fall. Just in the few months that he’d been with the Starks, Peter knew no one in the home could wait for the time that he left much longer. Pepper still acted like a stranger around him, and he could not fault her so he tried not to. Because of this, Tony often gave him the cold shoulder as well. No more lab time or hanging out watching movies, and definitely no more late-night heart-to-hearts. Given she was only seven, it made sense that Morgan treated Peter as entirely influenced by how her parents did. She adamantly refused to be left alone with him and hated being forced to interact or share her parents’ attention with him. It was almost as if Peter were invisible most days. If not for Friday’s monitoring and constant reminders, he’s not sure he’d even be fed or supervised regularly. 

It was obvious that Peter wasn’t someone or something that occupied much, if any, of Tony and Pepper’s minds at any given moment. Pretty much all of their attention was dedicated to Morgan, their actual child. Peter almost couldn’t blame them. To them, he was just a random teenager who showed up at their door and begged to be let into their family. It was only fair that he felt separated from them, he supposed. 

They ate meals together but Peter wasn’t encouraged to speak up and engage with the family. In fact, he was quite discouraged every day by their empty replies or all the times they just flat-out ignored him. Despite being a teenager, Peter needed a lot of maintenance when it came to his mental health and well-being. Tony used to be a big part of his everyday wellness, but now he’s a stranger. Pepper had passively offered to take him to a therapist one evening after dinner when he’d felt too anxious to eat after a long day riddled with panic attacks. He’d thought about accepting her offer, but he knew it was just to get him off her plate of responsibilities for the time being.

Like today, Tony was taking him to a STEM day program at Stark Industries held in the city. It was the summer between high school and college and instead of trying to bond with their newly adopted child, the Starks needed him occupied and out of the house as much as possible. Morgan was also home for the summer and required a lot of their time and attention, so they opted to send their more independent child away for the majority of the summer. Luckily, he’d be coming home every night and even got most weekends off. All he wanted to do these days was sleep, anyway.

Peter sighed and put away his phone and headphones once the Audi pulled to a stop. Tony had mentioned that a friend had a daughter who’d also been snapped and was Peter’s age. She apparently had been living with her mother since the snap’s reversal, but had to move in with her dad recently and would be at the program with him. It wasn’t like Peter had particularly cared about this girl or her life story, he was mildly annoyed that his supposed father cared more about her than him. His lip was curled in a scowl momentarily as Tony led him from the car to the building. 

“Her name’s Jessica or something,” Tony said without looking at him, as usual, “She got into Columbia but chose NYU for whatever reason. Her dad isn’t a zillionaire or anything, but the kid’s gotta have a trust fund. Why pass up a spot at a private college?”

“Maybe NYU was better for another reason,” Peter shrugged, half-listening as he followed his adoptive father, “Maybe her extracurriculars had something to do with it.” “Whatever,” Tony scoffed, making Peter shrink onto his shoulders, “Her father is on the board, though. So we, as Starks, have to do right by them. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter nodded, paying no mind to the way his father nearly flinched at his hollow reply considering the elder Stark just sniffed and looked away again. 

He knew Tony used to worry about being like Howard around him, but now he had no attachment and thus, no care. Neither of them said anything as Tony escorted Peter into a conference room where two people sat silently. Peter’s eyes only flicked over them briefly before he started to focus on the pattern of the carpet beneath their feet. Tony immediately grabbed the attention of the two. One of them was an older male, probably Tony’s age. He was grossly pale and balding severely, his ill-fitting suit failing to hide his potbelly. 

“Tony,” the man greeted as he stood, sticking a hand out, “Nice to see you again. How’s the family?” “Walter,” Tony smiled, shaking the man’s hand as the young girl accompanying him scrambled to her feet and straightened out her heather grey skirt, “The girls are great. Morgan’s growing like a weed and Pepper keeps me in check. They get more beautiful by the day.”

“Wonderful,” Walter chuckled loudly, “My son Jackson is about Morgan’s age, I reckon. He’s seven. That boy and his Ma are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Peter’s eye caught the girl’s, and they instantly locked eyes in surprise. It was as if neither teenager expected their fathers to be so blatant about their preference for their youngest children and their dismissal of their eldest, especially not in front of them. After a moment of consolation knowing he wasn’t alone in feeling their comments were a little cold, he was floored by how cute this girl was. Her strawberry blonde hair fell over her shy wide eyes which were magnified by her thick-framed glasses and her pretty pink lips curled into a nervous grin. His own eyes widened at the sight of her and he held his hand out as his ears registered the sound of his adoptive father’s voice and felt a firm hand on his shoulder.

“This is Pete,” Tony said as he gestured to the teen, “Pete, this is the lovely Julia. She’s Mr. Cornwall’s daughter.”

“H-Hi, I-I-I’m Peter,” Peter stammered out as he took Julia’s soft hand in his calloused one, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Julia,” the redhead nodded shortly before taking her hand back, her voice small, “You too.”

“Peter’s going to Columbia, Julia,” Walter said haughtily with his hands on his hips, “If you had chosen the better school, you would’ve already had a friend there.”

Peter wanted to say something when Julia shrunk back into herself, her lips now curled into a small frown. He’d known firsthand how it felt, not stacking up to your parent’s hopes and expectations for you. How disappointing that was. 

“NYU’s a good school,” he blurted out, “And if you’re good enough for Columbia, then you’ll do great at NYU.”

The eye roll from Walter was worth the shy and grateful smile Julia sent his way, making his heart flutter. Peter wanted to be upset that he was attracted to this girl whom he was forced to befriend, he felt like he was betraying Michelle somehow. He had already gone back on his promise to her and had to continue to stay away from her for her safety… So maybe it didn’t matter. 

“Something tells me you two will get along just fine,” Tony said with a forced smile, clearly aching to leave, “Pete’s a nice guy who can help Julie out of her shell.”

“My name is Julia,” Julia corrected under her breath, only loud enough for Peter to bother to acknowledge.

“C’mon, Julia,” Peter said with a nod toward the door, “We have a few minutes before we have to show up. We can walk up together.”

“O-Okay,” Julia nodded, tightening her grip on the black kitty cat-themed backpack on her shoulders before turning to the two older men, “Goodbye, Mr. Stark. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

“You as well, little red,” Tony replied with his signature press smile, “Try and keep this one out of trouble, will ya?”

“He better stay out of trouble around my daughter,” Walter piped up with a glare, “Your boy better be more reasonably behaved than you were at that age, Stark.”

“I can assure you, he is,” Tony returned with a dismissive wave, “Peter’s the most responsible and respectful teenage boy alive. Jules is in safe hands.”

“Those hands better be kept to themselves,” Walter reiterated, staring daggers at Peter who nodded with a nervous smile.

“You have my word, Mr. Cornwall,” he promised. 

“Dad,” Julia groaned with a roll of her enchanting blue eyes, “Lay off, I’ll be fine. Peter seems cool.”

“Cool,” Walter scoffed, “Yeah, whatever.”

“Alright… Bye!” Peter called out suddenly with a wave, scampering out of the conference room with Julia following quickly behind. 

The two snickered once the door slammed shut, leaving their dads behind. 

“I hope I didn’t come off as weird in there,” Peter blurted out, rubbing his hands together nervously, “It was just kind of awkward…”

“You’re telling me,” Julia blew out a breath, brushing some warm honey hair out of her eyes, “I hardly talk to my dad, let alone his business associates. Plus, your dad is kind of intimidating.”

“I know what you mean,” he smiled sadly, “He’s kind of the most famous person in the universe, people worship him on some planets.”

“Really?” Julia asked, dumbfounded as she stopped in her tracks and pulled Peter to a stop.

He floundered for a second before nervously chuckling.

“I-I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I don’t know what I’m saying, I’m just being stupid.”

“Oh,” she frowned, looking away and continuing their walk toward the meeting room for the STEM program, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Peter shook his head and rubbed his sweating palms against his shorts, “Uh, my- my dad said you just moved here?”

“Oh, yeah,” Julia nodded, her arms crossed over her chest, “I lived with my mom in California, but she, uh, she got sick so I’m staying with my dad and his family now.”

“His family?” 

“Y-Yeah,” she continued, “They got divorced when I was little. He left for someone half his age and now they have a little boy together. He was born right after I got dusted.”

“Oh,” Peter looked on with bright eyes, “My little sister was born while I was dusted. Although, I wasn’t a Stark yet so… I’m not sure it’s the same.”

“Oh yeah?” Julia asked, turning to him, “What’s your story, then?”

“Adopted,” Peter shrugged, “I was an orphan when I met Mr. Stark and now I have no living family, so he took me in. Made me a Stark, changed my name and everything.”

“Who were you before?”

“What do you mean?” he paled, stopping in his tracks.

“Your name,” Julia giggled, making his heart race, “Before it was Stark… What was it?”

“Parker,” he exhaled with a smile, “I was the last living Parker.”

“You still are,” she pouted, poking his chest, “You’re still standing, dude. Blood in, blood out. You’re a Parker for life.”

“You make it sound like a gang,” Peter chuckled and she giggled again, “But, yeah. I suppose you’re right.”

“All the Parkers are alive through you,” Julia said with a smile, “Your parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles, if you had ‘em.”

“I did,” he nodded with a fond smile, “I grew up with my aunt and uncle, they were the best.”

“I can’t even imagine,” she exhaled, “I miss my mom so much it hurts and she’s still alive. I don’t even want to think about-”

“Then don’t,” Peter suggested with a kind smile despite the knot in his throat, “Just be happy you have her while you do.”

“I am,” she nodded with a small smile, “I keep a piece of her with me all the time, I just wish I could see her.”

“I know what you mean,” he replied.

“What’s having a little sister like?” Julia asked in an attempt to change the subject, which he was grateful for, “I’ve always wanted one.”

“Oh,” Peter looked at her for a moment before looking down at his brand new sneakers, he was still getting used to having access to Tony’s wealth, “She-She’s cool, I guess. She’s almost seven and definitely hates me so we don’t really interact much.”

“Hates you?” she frowned before her face morphed into a sad and understanding smile, “I think I know what you mean. Jax is seven and getting him to acknowledge I even exist is like pulling teeth.”

“Exactly,” Peter exhaled, feeling a wave of relief the more he learned about Julia, knowing someone felt the way he did, “She’s great, she just… doesn’t care that I’m her brother now. I’m like a stranger to her.”

“Don’t you hate that?” Julia mused with a half-scowl, “Being treated like a stranger in your own home.”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled.

The two teens continued to chat throughout the day, immediately being drawn to the feeling of belonging. Peter thought it was adorable how much Julia struggled to maintain eye contact despite how often he caught her looking at him, making them both look away blushing. He was pumped to have so much in common with such a cute girl, like their feeling of isolation at home, their lack of friends, and their love for science fiction. They were luckily allowed to talk amongst one another throughout the entirety of the day program, given Peter was the son of the owner of the building they were operating in. Julia was sweet, even once she was out of her shell a bit. She wasn’t brash or cutting, just soft and pleasant. Peter could tell there was more on her mind that she wanted to say at times, and he was excited to get to know her better.

It was at the end of the day program and the two waited for Tony to pick them up in front of the private entrance where they’d been dropped off. Peter watched on as Julia doodled away in a notebook she kept in her bag, only half-interested in the phone screen that he lazily scrolled through. Mr. Cornwall had organized for Mrs. Cornwall to pick Julia up from the day program, but the latter suddenly had a hair appointment that could not be missed. So, Tony offered to pick Julia up and take her home on his way back to the lake house. She lived in the city but it wasn’t out of the way by any means, so Mr. Cornwall took the offer immediately. Peter felt bad for Julia, he just couldn’t place why. What he knew for sure was that he was mesmerized by how the late afternoon sun illuminated her hair.

“Is your dad normally late?” Julia asked without looking up from where she was cross-hatching a sketch of a cat in her notes, “Or should you be worried?”

“No, it’s normal,” Peter sighed, putting his phone in his pocket, “Sorry, he probably got distracted. My sister takes up a lot of his attention.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Julia shrugged, still sketching, “My dad’s the same, I just like to worry.”

“You don’t have to be home by a certain time, do you?”

“Definitely not,” she scoffed, “I don’t even think they’d notice if I never came home.”

“I’m sure someone would,” Peter pacified, knocking his shoulder against hers, “They take you for granted now, but they’d miss you if anything happened.”

“How do you know?” she asked skeptically as she looked up at him, pushing her glasses in.

“I know I would,” he shrugged before looking up at the sound of a car pulling up. He didn’t notice Julia’s eyes lingering on him when his father rolled the window down.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” He barked out angrily, “I told you to wait inside, Peter. It’s not safe out here.”

“We’re fine,” Peter shook his head, standing up from where they sat on the staircase, and held a hand out to Julia to help her, “C’mon, let’s go before he has a heart attack.”

Julia smiled and took his hand, allowing him to hoist her up, trying desperately to smother the feeling of electricity when they touched. Her smile only widened when he opened the back door for her and gestured for her to get in despite the stinging coolness that came from him dropping her hand. She knew he was being respectful, she just ached for his touch. It had been considered that maybe she just ached for touch in general, but only briefly.

Peter slid into the back seat after her, slamming the door and buckling up. Julia was grateful for the subtle thought of not leaving her alone in the back, her smile still wide. She set her backpack down by her feet and buckled her seat belt as well. Tony looked at the two in the rearview mirror before giving his adopted son a curious look. The younger Stark just glared despite the blush dusting his cheeks, to which Tony winked.

“How was the first day, kiddos?” Tony asked with a knowing smile.

“Fine,” The two murmured at the same time, eliciting a giggle out of Julia and making her hand cover her mouth.

”It was cool, Mr. Stark,” Peter shrugged, “They talked about some of the projects we’ll be doing this summer, it all sounded interesting.”

“That’s great,” Tony nodded as he pulled out of the parking lot, “And it seems the two of you have been getting along well?”

“Yeah, Julia’s pretty cool,” Peter said, looking out the window with his chin resting in his palm, “And she has a brother Morgan’s age, they should be friends.”

“Boys have cooties,” Tony glared a moment before looking back to the road, “But, maybe the Cornwalls would be interested in coming to the lake house sometime this summer? We’re fantastic hosts.”

“You guys have a lake house?” Julia asked with eyes wide with excitement, “Do you swim in it?”

“Yeah, the water is beautiful this time of year,” Tony boasted, “You think that’s something you can get your old man on board with?”

“I don’t know if I could,” Julia shrugged, suddenly self-conscious as she looked at her lap, “Jackson definitely could, though. He loves to swim.”

“Then we’ll have to talk to him,” Tony suggested simply, “We’d love to have you over, Julie.”

“Her name’s Julia, Mr. Stark,” Peter corrected, returning the small smile Julia sent him.

“Right,” Tony replied lamely, “Julia, of course.”

The ride to Julia’s apartment building was short and the two passed the time as Tony drove in silence by having a thumb war, stifling their giggles as Peter pretended to struggle to pin her thumb down. Something about Julia made him feel like a kid again, unabashedly content. Peter tried to not blush at the way her small delicate hand felt in his, he was officially smitten. 

“No fair,” Julia whispered with a pout, making him snicker, “You have much bigger hands.”

“Not that much bigger,” he defended and held his open hand out to her to compare with.

Julia fought a grin as she held her hand flat against his, also fighting a blush at how his hand dwarfed hers in comparison. Peter’s goofy grin made her giggle and the two were too busy hiding their blushes from one another to notice Tony watching them in the rearview mirror. Luckily, they arrived before he felt the need to say anything.

“I can walk her up, Mr. Stark,” Peter offered, already unbuckling his seatbelt with a hand on his door handle.

“We’ll both go up, Pete,” Tony replied as he parked, “It’s the responsible thing to do.”

“Right,” Peter nodded with a tight smile before exiting the car and taking his head start advantage, given Julia was scrambling to put her sketchbook and pens back into her bag, to open her door for her.

Julia smiled and squeaked out a small thanks before exiting the car. Peter’s eyes caught his father’s and he cleared his throat nervously, shutting the door and following behind Julia. The two teens walked side-by-side, mindlessly chatting about some of the people they’d seen at the day program. They’d stuck to each other like glue the entire day, almost refusing to interact with anyone but the other. However, being the quiet ones that they were, the two made plenty of observations in their time there. Tony wasn’t listening, he was preoccupied with answering Pepper’s wall of text messages as he followed.

“You should ask your dad about coming over to the lake house,” Peter suggested after a lull in conversation with his hands in his pockets as they stepped into the elevator, “Morgan loves having company… and swimming.”

“I’ll see if I can get his attention,” Julia replied with a huff despite her small grin, “Like I said, we might have to get my brother on board first.”

“Well, maybe my dad can say something,” he shrugged before looking toward his adoptive father, “Right?”

“Sure, kid,” Tony replied without looking up from his phone, “I’m on it.”

“Right,” the younger male sighed, looking back at Julia with an apologetic grin, “Either way, it’d be cool to hang out. Other than at SI, at least.”

“Yeah,” Julia agreed with a nod, crossing her arms over her chest as she wrapped them around herself comfortingly, “M-Maybe.”

Peter watched her for a moment, trying to figure her out. There was something different about Julia… He just couldn’t place it. All he knew was that he was drawn to her like he’d never felt before. It was like a magnetic force enticing him to get closer and closer to his new friend. He at least hoped they were friends.

“If not,” Peter blew out a breath, “That’s fine too. I just thought we could be friends.”

“No,” Julia shook her head with wide eyes, suddenly tense, “No, I mean, yes. Yes, we can be friends. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I just-”

“I’m just messing with you,” he soothed with a hand on her elbow, cutting off her panic, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either. I was just kidding, I promise.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable,” she promised with a deliberative face as her eyes met his, “Not at all.”

“Good,” Peter cleared his throat after a beat of silence, “I’m hap-happy to hear that.”

All Peter could do was curse under his breath at how lame he was being in front of such a cute girl just as the elevator rolled to a stop and dinged. The doors slid open and Julia led both Starks to her apartment, rummaging through her backpack for her keys. He really hoped Mr. Cornwall wasn’t home, he wasn’t sure he could handle him right now. Peter was already getting more and more discouraged and he really didn't want to strike out with Julia on the first day of what would be the longest summer of his life. 

#punyparkerfics #peter parker fanfiction #julia cornwall fanfiction #julia cornwall #madame web fanfiction #peter parker

[dirtytransmasc]

¡ANGST WARNING! TW: Surgery, torture, body modification, experimentation

Thinking about spider’s time with the RDA made me realise that it would have been so much worse with his adaptions.

All these scientists are chomping at the bit to understand what happened to spider. Unlike Max and Norm, who take samples and examine Spider to help him and ensure he’s safe and healthy, the RDA scientists just want to further their own research. So they don’t use any anaesthetics or numbing agents, they don’t care for the boys discomfort or pain, everything they do that causes his suffering (intentional or not) is a chance to gather more data or study his habits more. Most would call this unethical, but this is the RDA - ‘Unethical’ is the only word a higher up needs to hear before they start thinking about all the money they are going to make.

What’s worse? Spider still gets adaptions. He gets tougher skin to prevent scalpels from cutting into him, his brain develops more connections and neurones in an effort to resist the damage caused by the Brain Scanner, his body heals faster to prevent his organs from getting even more hurt from the experiments from the night before. But this doesn’t stop the scientists. They keep going. The push the limits of his adaptions and keep testing the new ones that develop. They just don’t stop.

The only time they do stop is when Quaritch pulls Spider out, before he dies or worse. Though he can’t connect with his son as much, since there is nothing really resembling his father in spider’s appearance, Quaritch does recognise something - his son is nothing more than an object to the RDA, same as him. He cannot stand by and see someone be cut into day in and day out, treated as some freak of nature. Quaritch is a pile of extraterrestrial meat and bones resurrected with a computer file, he knows what it feels like to be an unholy abomination in the eyes of the scientists.

Years later, when the RDA is finally and completely burned to the ground and nobody is left to carry on their crusade, someone will find documents and files about the ‘research’ done against Spider and will find so much more than what anybody knew. Children forcefully changed, using Spider’s DNA, to further the RDAs needs, to be guinea pigs and the future for humanity. It’s a surprise to everyone and a reminder of the tremendous evils that were brought upon innocent children, who never asked for war and an unkind thing upon themselves. It is a miracle that they have survived this long, Eywa’s mercy and love keeping them living until they could be brought back to The People. Now they can heal and grow knowing that they will never be hurt again and will be loved by caring people. The RDA may be evil incarnate, but the Great Mother’s love will forever persist for the sake of these children.

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I had this thought in my head for a week or so now, but I got busy with my job and university and I didn’t know how to right this down in a way that did it justice, if that makes sense. First time writing down angst or anything that might need a Trigger Warning, so I deeply apologise if it either not needed or if my headcanon got way too dark

first off, no need to apologize; I read and write body horror and angst for fun, you're safe around here my friend, stick around, get comfortable, cause I love your mind.

second off, this was great.

the RDA being horifically cruel, Eywas previous blessing turning into somewhat of a curse, keeping spider alive throughout the torture, allowing him to be used to create more and more science experiments to be tortured.

then imagining quaritch doing everything he can to get spider out, but they keep blocking him, keep getting in his way, keep making cheap deals that he has to take to keep spider alive; all the way he's being tortured, having to watch his son be used like some animal, for experiments for some sick sadists who got off on his boys, his baby.

its a sick and twisted cycle, never-ending, and filled with pain and suffering.

#the angst #its beautiful #spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #quaritch #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #avatar 2

[tanglebrookwrites]

I haven't been on Tumblr in a hot minute-

Here, have some more Roots Remain AU out of context.

Michael: *Saves literally everyone he can*

Also Michael: I'M A FAILURE-

*Freddy Fazbear's Pizza closes down in 1986 due to complaints about the animatronics*

Michael: Yeah no, my dad-

William: *Sprinting in* YOU CAN'T TALK TO HIM WITHOUT ME PRESENT, HE'S A MINOR-

The cop about to interview Michael: I know, what do you take me for? I'm trying to set an alibi for you.

*Michael looks in horror between the dirty cop on his father's side and his father*

Scott: *Whispering* I-I don't like Bonnie...

Michael: That's alright, I don't like Bonnie much either. He reminds me of my dad, a little too much.

Scott: *Nods in agreement*

Elizabeth: Hey can I go see Circus Baby?

William: No.

Elizabeth: *Stomps off to go hang with Evan*

Michael: You know she's going to go see Circus Baby, right?

William: Nah, she'll listen. I'm her father.

*Not even 30 minutes later*

Michael, after saving Elizabeth by pretending he had to go to the bathroom to get away from William: WHAT DID I TELL YOU-

*Pizza Sim*

Evan: Hey, so, hypothetically, if I said that I was thinking of punching Father in the face, what would you say?

Michael, without a second of hesitation: Punch him with your prosthetic. Preferably change it to one of Foxy's hooks.

Evan: ... nice.

Foxy: So wait, you're from the future, but you're actually not, because it was a different universe, but this one is almost the same, so you can say that you're from the future?

Michael: Yes, we've been over that. Pay attention. *Points back to corkboard with red string everywhere* I need your help to save these kids that will be killed by my dad-

Michael: Hey, if I was to say that we'd all die tomorrow, what would you do?

Evan, staring at him: I would say I love you to you and Elizabeth, and then fuck you to father.

Michael: *Nodding* Okay, cool. Might wanna do that.

Evan: What-?!

Ballora: So, my son has returned to me. This is perfect! We can fix up Baby and have Elizabeth here, you can be Freddy, and little Evan can be Foxy!

Michael, tied up and literally being held in Funtime Freddy: Um, what about father-

Ballora: DON'T YOU DARE EVEN MENTION HIS NAME-

William: *Dies in Pizza Sim*

William: *Is subjected to UCN*

William: *Is scanned in Help Wanted, where Mimic programming is also*

Vanessa: *Plays Help Wanted and gets the Trapped Ending*

William: *Finds himself under the Pizzaplex, in the Mimic's body*

William: Oh...

Mimic: WHAT THE HELL-

*They hatch a plan to eliminate everything to do with the Emilys and to get Michael on their side*

Michael, within Maikkol: ... I think someone's talking about me.

I don't wanna have too many spoilers, so that's all for now.

#fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf roots remain au #michael afton #crying child #fnaf security breach #elizabeth afton #william afton

[itscoffeetime-world]

Dear diary, I am in another world far from home.

_____________________________________ミ●﹏☉ミ

Day 1:

It has been a bit confusing, but they have explained the situation to me and I think I can understand it, it seems that I am in another world? universe? idk.

from what I understand they are also trapped and all ... well, the vast majority are versions of my father from other worlds, as far i can undertand. there are also two other versions of uncle mac...it's weird, they are so different but at the same time so alike....I have mixed feelings about this situation :(

they were kind to me since they had been through the same thing and they let me into the house, They call themselves by different names to distinguish themselves from others and not get confused, apparently king is the one who let me pass???...I also saw other people, two humans and something that looks like a fruit fairy.

the little boy is called Liuer, he was very kind and shared his candies with me seeing me so nervous, I really appreciate it. also the other guy named Li Yunxiang helped me to process the situation, they were both very kind. I hope I get along with them!

I heard king talk about a boy named mk?? It seems that he is going to call him to talk about my situation :(...

One of them, who is called Dasheng, approached me a while ago and told me that if I needed anything I would let him know...it's strange, he reminds me of dad but is he much calmer? gentle? he seems to be someone good with children, he reminds me of my nana

I wonder where she is, will she be here? will she still be at home? will they be looking for me? would they have noticed that i disappeared?

they keep deciding who I'll stay with for today, I hope this ends well and I get along with them.

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Day 2:

I've been in this place for 2 days, I'm starting to get used to it little by little, in the end they decided that I should sleep in Liuer and Dasheg's room for now since I was more comfortable with them. today when i woke up i got up and went to where everyone was, dasheng gave me a cup of tea for breakfast and liuer told me about what he dreamed at night.

he really has a great imagination.

I try not to bother and help in what I see that they need help, I don't want to be here doing nothing. cleaning, moving things, also help in the kitchen to make breakfast easier! I like coocking (◕ᴗ◕✿).

It seems that they were surprised to see that I was cooking because of my age, isn't that normal? but later they explained to me that really only one of them "cooks" since they are not good at it...I don't mind helping them in the kitchen, I guess I can teach them a thing or two. I'm used to doing it for myself or friends.

I discovered that the little fruit fairy is quite friendly and is usually next to someone they call Sage... I'm afraid to get close but I'll try not to bother him, even though his friend likes to put flowers on my tail, it's cute.

the others like sunny or lucky also talk to me to get to know me, they are like a younger version of dad...it's still weird but I'll get used to it, One of them is Uncle he asked me what I was wearing yesterday and what was in the backpack. I had to explain to him that it was my uniform and in the backpack were my things from school such as books, notebooks, materials, etc.

since I had appeared here going to school :(

He laughed and told me that i was very responsible since before he saw me doing my pending homework, I could be in another universe but I can't leave homework undone since I don't know when I'll be back! ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨

I also met Mk today, he is very charismatic, he talks a lot but it doesn't bother me. I like him, he is someone quite friendly and funny.

He told me a little about him, he works in a noodle restaurant and he's also wukong's son in his world! even though he is also his successor, It worries me since being his successor means hard training and many enemies wanting to kill him since he is a mortal... but he seems determined so I will encourage him and help him in any way I can.

After all, I also have my strength and magic, it will not be as powerful as my father or even some version of him but I can help him control it better and how to use it in a good way!

that's all for now diary, see you tomorrow

___________________________________┌|o^▽^o|┘♪

Day 5:

I haven't written here in a while, but it's ok! They were fun days, I was giving cooking classes to everyone. especially Sage, he tries so hard.

I taught them how to make basic foods and desserts, I taught sage how to make a peach cake, for his first try it wasn't bad! He just need practice.

I also talked a little more with everyone and I learned something about their stories, they are so different but they were also similar, It's nice to hear them talk and that they also listen to me, even though my life is not as exciting as theirs. We talked a little about our lives and I told them about my family.

although they seem to be a little concerned about my lack of communication or interaction with my father, but I'll have time to talk to him when he's free or when I return to my universe

I also took advantage of the fact that I was talking about my family and I showed them a photo that I had with my cousin, isn't it adorable? i really miss him (･ัω･ั)...

I also met Mk's friends, they are very nice too! even though they remind me of dad's friends...i wonder why,

in fact i had fun hanging out with them, mk even gave me his number to talk whenever we can! I haven't interacted with so many people in a while, it's exhausting. I even spend more time with Liuer and Yunxiang, it's fun.

before I forget, they said that there is another resident in the house but that she is very shy and silent, I wonder, who is this mysterious person?? I can't wait to meet her!

but ignoring all that, nothing more interesting has happened... I'll keep you posted if anything else happens! see you tomorrow.

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Wukongverse belongs to @theweirdhybrid !!! Go check them out, they are awesome

#my art #art #jttw #monkie kid #sun wukong #into the wukongverse au #into the wukongverse #wukongverse #original oc #oc #monkey king reborn #monkey king hero is back

[kelliealtogether]

So begins the process of typing up/revising the Adam-Parrish-Doesn't-Want-A-Soulmate soulmate AU 😅. This poor kid, I'm really going to put him through the ringer in this one. He is going to have. a. time. (Sorry, not sorry.)

This is the prologue. (Intro? The first part of chapter one? This thing has no formal structure. Or title. Help. 😩)

As soon as he could, Adam Parrish covered up his soulmark. 

Everyone had one, a thin black line around their left wrist. A bracelet of fate as many people liked to call it. On some, it remained that way forever, simply a line, never becoming anything—more. On most though, the line spread, unfurled, blossomed, into bespoke patterns stretching from wrist to shoulder. Leaves, lightning, intricate tessellations—all evidence someone had met their soulmate and their relationship had developed like the lines on their skin. 

For as long as Adam could remember, he’d noticed all those intricately inked left arms, proof someone was loved. Swirls of blue, purple, and black galaxies covered his kindergarten teacher’s arm. The cashier at the Fresh Eagle displayed her field of gold and green dandelions with pride. Rarely did he see someone without skin covered in swirls or stars or spirals. 

Except when he was at home. 

His parents’ dormant black lines constantly reminded Adam love didn’t exist in the Parrish household. Not between Adam’s mother and father, and not between either of them and their son. 

Because Adam’s existence constantly reminded his parents the lines on their wrists would remain what they’d always been: just lines. 

So as soon as Adam could, as soon as he’d saved enough spare change and birthday money, he bought a watch. Something simple. A plain black digital watch with a plastic band that fit around his narrow eight-year-old wrist and perfectly concealed the soulmark he’d purchased it to hide. The soulmark he knew was there, but no longer needed to see all the time. 

After that, Adam’s watches matured as he did, from plastic bands to leather, digital faces to analog. Around him, every once in a while, usually on the first day of school, soulmarks would evolve in pairs, gaining feathers or flourishes and leaving two classmates the center of attention for days: they’d met their soulmates, and they’d met them young, and now the entire school had the privilege of watching their classmates’ soulmarks change and grow and spread. 

Covering his line left Adam in the minority. Most people left their wrists bare so they could see that instant that marked the start of the rest of their lives, the moment they first met their soulmate and their soulmark changed. Sleeves worn rolled to the elbows, even in the middle of winter, exposed forearms waiting for a first interaction. For a few months in middle school, pocket watches became a fad before people started wearing watches around their right wrists again. Everyone waited, eyes on the lookout for a loop or a new little line, and once that first change happened, hardly anyone covered their arms up at all. 

When his own soulmark changed, Adam didn’t want to know. Not because he wanted to be surprised, to take off his watch before bed and find that he’d met his soulmate earlier that day without even knowing. 

Adam didn’t want to know because Adam didn’t want a soulmate. 

He didn’t want fate making his decisions for him. He’d decided that long before buying his first watch and covering up the thin line around his left wrist. The very thought of the universe deciding who he’d spend the rest of his life with twisted his guts. Even if his parents were a shining example of what happened when someone didn’t wait to find their soulmate, when someone settled, when someone made a mistake and had regrets, Adam would rather take a chance on making his own choices when it came to love than leave things up to fate. 

Fate could be ignored. Other people ignored it, kept their first leaf or coil or starburst hidden. Some people even covered their soulmarks with genuine tattoos, choosing their own way to decorate their skin, not the way that fate saw fit. 

So if the time ever came and his soulmark changed, Adam would ignore it. If he ever crossed paths with his soulmate and his line developed into something more? No, it hadn’t. Because Adam Parrish was going to make his own life, become his own man, no matter how hard fate wanted to try to give him something different. 

And, goddamn it, fate would try pretty hard. 

#soulmate au #wip wednesday

[henrikhera]

Task Eleven → Intro & Connections

Henrik Hera

Character Information*

The Basics*

FULL NAME: henrik hera

NICKNAME: n/a

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/him

AGE: twenty-nine

OCCUPATION: barman @ mount olympus & personal trainer @ philoctetes gym

FACECLAIM: dacre montgomery

ORIENTATION: tbd officially 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in a relationship with @happiestterencegold​

PETS: n/a

The Personality*

+ Brave, Selfless, Warm-Hearted - Innocent, Gullible, Clumsy

Henrik Hera is the son of two business tycoons - everything his family touches turns to gold. His father is the CEO of an energy empire and his mother a lawyer and CEO of her own charity that she started for mothers and their children. Henrik never saw much of his parents when he was growing up thanks to their careers and he was raised by his nannies - Amy and Alfred, a sweet old couple that Henrik adored dearly.

When Henrik was at school, it was no surprise that he excelled in whatever he put his mind to and in Henrik’s case that was sports. His dad hired a personal coach for Henrik and that was how Phil came into the picture. Phil is like an uncle to him and has been the master behind the success of Henrik’s sporting career. In between his sports, Henrik graduated university and is now a personal trainer at Phils gym by day and a bartender at his uncle Haydens bar Mount Olympus at night.

A lot of people treat Henrik as if he’s a ‘the lights are on but nobody’s home’ kind of guy but he does have brains and he puts them to good use. Henrik is warm-hearted and really would take the time out of his day to help anyone that needed help. He puts others before himself but he can be gullible at times since he tries to see the good in everyone and this can lead to people taking advantage of his good hearted nature.

Additional Notes*

big himbo energy

his family are richer than god - so rich that bezos once asked his dad for a loan

had heart surgery when he was a child, phil was his physio at the time to bring him back to health, since then phil’s been like a dad to him

human equivalent of a golden retriver

not a fan of his parents

his parents don’t approve of his relationship with @happiestterencegold​

Random Quirks*

despite being rich, he doesn’t care about money

has three tattoos

will carry things around until the end of time if you asked him to - this has been proven by tina asking him to move a big log around for hours and he did it without catching on that she was making fun of him

hates thunder and lightning - reminds him of his dad

Wanted Connections*

friends

ex’s - all ex’s have been females, terence is the first male henrik has dated

neighbours

work colleagues - both bar and gym 

the socialites/rich kids of redwood hollow

customers - both bar and gym

neighbours

gym buddies

family friends - everyone and their cat have know about the hera’s, his dad made sure of that

people that support/take part in his mothers charity

Wanted Plots / Plot Ideas*

drop and give me 20 - henrik is your characters personal trainer and no matter how much your character says they hate him when they’re working out, they’ve sparked up quite a friendship

press - the press are forever hounding henrik and his family. with news of henrik’s relationship with terence breaking in the press, it has been like throwing meat to the wolves. 

rich kids - henrik has spent his life in these social circles, it would be nice for him to find someone/people that he would’ve endured all those events with growing up

ex - ex’s can only complicate things

himbo hera - he’s cute, he’s dumb, he’s tonnes of fun. a wholesome friendship of two dummies that share the last remaining braincell between them

Taken Connections*

best friend - @pegasusstxrm - bestie & brother for life. 

boyfriend - @happiestterencegold

uncle - @haydenbodaway

uncle - @aresolympia

aunt-in-law/friend - @itspersephxne

uncle-in-law/friend - @gaspard-erikkson

cousins - @paxtonpatterson & @patrickpattersxn

sisterly figure - @sweetellafontaine

niece - dandelion @sweetellafontaine daughter

Other*

One character from the open tag you would like to see taken / added to the Most Wanted page -  from the most wanted page - alberto scorfano & from the open tag to be added to the most wanted page - cogsworth 

One Character you want to see a bio for in relation to this specific character - PHIL 

#happiestplacetask11 #happiestplacetask

[eolewyn1010]

Dragging Frankenstein - Chapter 6

Victor's got mail, so let's forget all about that patchwork guy stumbling around!

Oh, so we can blame Elizabeth that Frankenstein sr. never came over to the university to slap some sense into his dumbass son. Greeeeaaat.

And how she gets whiny that someone else gets to take care of her sweetie Victor, as if he wasn’t basically her older brother. *sigh* EVERY WOMAN IS A MOM: 4

…this gets a double count because she talks about Victor’s siblings also as if she were their goddamn mother. EVERY WOMAN IS A MOM: 5

Plus, she always uses “we” and “our dear children”, as in, she as a parental figure together with what his her adoptive father and was already a pretty old partner to his actual wife. INCEST VIBES: 6

This family, I swear to God.

“My trifling occupations take up my time and amuse me, and I am rewarded for any exertions by seeing none but happy, kind faces around me.” …No, this sentence doesn’t drive up a particular count; it just legit makes me wanna slap Mary Shelley across the face. Woman, your mother fought for occupations that didn't have to be trifling, and for more meaningful rewards than other people's happy faces!

“Let me tell you about Justine who lived with us for years and whom you should therefore know well enough!” Another bit of this strange introducing-life-details-to-someone-who-should-already-know-them. Justine has been around for years even before Victor left???

But then, we quickly need to introduce her so she can die tragically.

“…through a strange perversity, her mother could not endure her.” I. I don’t know what to do with that sentence. Link it back to Justine being her father’s favorite, swallow down the bile, and set a count, maybe? INCEST VIBES: 7

“The republican institutions of our country have produced simpler and happier manners than those which prevail in the great monarchies that surround it.” – Huh. I’m genuinely interested in dissecting this alleged correlation.

“Justine, you may remember, was a great favorite of yours” – then WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU NEED TO REMIND HIM OF THAT???

“Justine was the most grateful little creature in the world” – y’know, it really undermines the importance of human dignity for everyone when Elizabeth makes such a point of how kind it was to let Justine partake in education etc. and how fucking grateful she is. Then it’s obviously not the self-evident course and you very much do make that distinction between “your equal” and “servant”, don’t you?

“her disposition was gay”, “restore her gaiety”, “I love her tenderly”, “she is extremely pretty” – aw, they were girlfriends. (Yes, I know that’s not what that word meant then. Let me have my fun.) DAS GAY: 16

“She was a Roman Catholic […] and her confessor confirmed the idea” – Elizabeth being a judgy Protestant, I guess.

Justine being sent back into an emotionally abusive household sucks. Poor girl.

And then the bit about William. I literally cannot even. “He has already had one or two little wives, but Louisa Biron is his favorite, a pretty little girl of five years of age.” WHAT. Yeah, yeah, play-dating among children, fine, except – William is eight, iirc. How many eight-year-old boys hang out with five-year-old girls?? What is the power dynamic there??

And why on earth is it necessary to apply this kind of vocabulary? “LITTLE WIVES”??? “HE HAS HAD [them]”??? “HIS FAVORITE”??? What the actual FUCK? What is this? Stop fucking sexualizing children hanging out with their playmates!

This paragraph made me hate William, seeing as it’s all Elizabeth tells us about his behavior / personality. Everything else is how nice he looks, fuck off.

And then it’s some city gossip and she’s finally done. Whew!

“In another fortnight I was able to leave my chamber”, “the sight of a chemical instrument would renew all the agony” – Victor is a real wimp. Kiss that career farewell, I guess.

Also, I’m amazed that his professors at university remember him enough that he gets to introduce Henry. Didn’t he, like, ghost them all two years ago?

I hate Victor’s attitude about his professors. Oh, how dare they torture him with talking about their subjects of expertise! IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 6

And “M. Krempe was not equally docile”. Docile? That is your professor, you twat, not your servant!

Henry wanting to study Arabian, Persian and Sanskrit makes me love him a little more, ngl.

And… of course Victor is brilliant at those, too, and studies along with Henry even though that stuff doesn’t interest him. He’s just an all-around genius, I guess -.-

“How different from the manly and heroical poetry of Greece and Rome!” …Force him to read some Ovid and Aristides, see how he likes it.

“I felt this delay very bitterly, for I longed to see my native town and my beloved friends” – sure you do, buddy. How much time is passing!? Victor is just dawdling, I swear.

“I became the same happy creature who, a few years ago, loved and beloved by all, had no sorrow or care.” I SO PRIVILEGED: 6

But at least “Henry rejoiced in my gaiety.” *immature snicker* DAS GAY: 17

Time for the shit to hit the fan.

And after this long chapter with a whole lot of Nothing happening, the next one, where actions have finally consequences and conclusions are drawn, is really short. Pacing, Shelley!

#Frankenstein #personal opinions #disclaimer: this is just for shits and giggles