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runningfrom2am · 4 months

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the death of a doctor // LTPF

summary: with the snow heir on the way, your first son, your father wants to meet with you for the first time in years. your husband is not going to let that happen.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

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tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. use of poison with intent to kill, murder. also this takes place ten years after they returned to the capitol!

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Your father is led through the extensive halls of the Presidential Mansion and out to the back gardens, into the rose garden where he is set to meet with you. Finally.

He's not met with you, and he should have anticipated that. His daughter, pregnant with her first child- a little boy, who should one day be heir to the President's fortune, born into a life of success and indulgences beyond imagination. Instead, he only sees his son-in-law.

"Please, take a seat." Coriolanus offers to him, a welcoming smile on his face as he gestures to the small tea table in the middle of the space. It was a fake smile, of course. Your father has seen it on the television or at events hundreds of times, but Coriolanus Snow would always try to be a good host- regardless of how much he loathed the guest in question.

"Thank you." Your father matches his polite grin, nodding to him before taking a seat. His eyes scan the greenhouse, taking in the abundance of roses and the patches of raspberry bushes that line the walls.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Coryo says proudly, carefully plucking one of the white roses from its stem to place in the centre of the tea table. "My wife takes good care of this garden, it's in honour of my Grandmother. They both love roses." He explains, not giving your father any chance to answer.

"It's lovely." He nods in agreement, watching as his son-in-law places the blooming flower in a vase on the table, sitting down himself and looking at your father expectantly. "Where is she?" Your father decides to get right to the point- no use dancing around it anymore.

"She's out." Coriolanus answers. "She's with Tigris. They're picking out colours for the nursery today."

"I was told I would be able to speak to her."

"I am capable of passing on a message."

Your father sighs, looking down and shaking his head. "Coriolanus, I appreciate everything you have done for my daughter over the years, I do, but that girl needs her family. Her parents. Especially right now. We just want to be able to support her during such an exciting and scary time."

"She has a family." Coryo defends quickly. He had never thought the situation to be scary, before. It was all excitement and parties and baby clothes and being together and enjoying the moments in which she carried his child. Suddenly, he's seeing it differently. His mother. His sister who was never even given a name. You were not free from that fate. He clears his throat. "And I assure you, she is well taken care of here. We have the best medical care the country offers available at the snap of my fingers." He says it more to remind himself.

"No, she doesn't." Your father argues, a smug smile tugging on his lips. She doesn't have him. The most renowned and desired doctor in the Capitol, in the country.

"She does." Coryo insists. "I know what you are implying, and I promise you are mistaken."

"I just want to make things right, Coriolanus." Your father adds. "I want to apologize so my wife can be there for the birth of her grandchild, so I can take good care of my daughter and ensure she is safe."

"She is safe."

Your father clocks the tenseness in your husbands jaw very quickly. "I know about your mother." His tone drops to make space for a fake form of empathy. "I knew her. She was an amazing woman and a wonderful mother. It's such a shame, what happened..." He ticks his head. "So easily preventable."

"Then where were you?" Coriolanus allows himself to lean into something more personal with the bitter question.

"I wasn't called. I wish I had been." Your father answers honestly. "Both of us know your family was in no position to pay for a doctor at the time, even with your father away working himself to death in Twelve."

Coryo chews on the inside of his cheek, looking down at the untouched drinks in between them.

"Maybe things would have ended differently for all of us."

"You speak as if you are some kind of angel." Coryo scoffs. "You still would have gone home from saving my mother and sister and beat your own daughter for being up past her bedtime, but you didn't come because my mother's life was worth nothing to you if you weren't going to be paid to save it." He picks up the teacup in front of him, taking a sip before removing it from his lips and looking down at the liquid. "My apologies, this one is yours. I asked for milk in mine." He says casually, carefully switching the cups. He can see it in your father's eyes he wants to fight with him on this.

"The war made it impossible to do any unpaid work, and like I said, I wasn't made aware of your mother's state. Besides, Y/N is my child, and you know nothing of what goes into being a parent. It is hard. You'll have moments of poor judgement and do things you will regret. You will make mistakes. That is all it was to me." Your father explains. "But I know better now. All I want is to help her."

"You don't want to help her." Coryo shakes his head. "I am telling you she has all the help she needs, and you are not needed. Your wife and son will be allowed in the mansion during the birth. It is my wife's choice when and if they will be allowed to see the child." He knew you would allow it, you occasionally had lunch with your mother and your brother found himself at the mansion quite often to use their library. They were welcome, he was not.

Your father takes a sip of his tea while he processes the information. "Is that her decision, or yours?"

"Like I said, I can pass on a message to her." Your husband replies, ignoring his question and popping one of the raspberries from the plate into his mouth and sitting back, hands placed patiently on his lap while he ignores the pain starting to bloom in his chest.

"Tell her..." Your father sighs. "That we love her, and we miss her dearly. And if she needs anything or feels unsafe, she can always come home."

"Unsafe?" Coryo asks, tilting his head with a slight, humourless laugh. "I know you don't care for me, sir, but I am the last person on this planet who would do anything to harm her. It seems you're not understanding that."

"I just want her to survive." Your father spits. "If you love her the way you say you do, don't you want her to be the one to successfully produce your heir? You would hate to have to find someone else, I know you would. Especially if the love of your life died in the same way as your mother, this time taking your child with her."

Coriolanus stands up abruptly, anger coursing through his veins alongside the poison as the chair slides back behind him. "You've never believed in her. Ever. Even now you assume that at the most natural struggle she will die. This is not about my doctors, it is about your ego and how little you respect your own child because of how you raised her. She has more fight in her than any woman I have ever met. You don't even know the extent of it."

"It's because I know her, Coriolanus. I..." Your father's voice trails off and he looks down at his shaking hands. He knows what Coriolanus has done, but there's nothing he can do to save himself now.

"You don't know her. You never have." Coryo argues. "You have never once reached out except to try and leach off of her success and my name. You couldn't care less if she lives or dies- you just want to be the one to deliver a royal baby. If you knew her, you would know that the last thing in the world she wants is to ever see you again."

He watches as your father's face goes ashen, the sentience behind his eyes disappearing. It brings a smile to his face. "You are a monster." He adds, and it's the last thing your father hears before he dies right there in your garden.

Coriolanus smiles in satisfaction, raising his hand and snapping for his security and his nurse to enter. Quickly, she reaches for his arm as he already rolled up his sleeve and she can inject the antidote.

"Dispose of him." He urges the security team, quickly pulling his red coat sleeve back over the injection site in his arm. "My wife will be home soon, this would be distressing for her. I need her as calm and comfortable as possible."

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tired-writer-in-progress · 2 months

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Can I ask very Nicely for Jundori fluff hcs… they mean everything to me

*Breathes in*

My brother/sister/sibling

They ARE everything

Jundori Fluffy Headcanons

-Sun and Moon partners that no one knows how they got together except for them.

-Chidori's sketchbook(s) is now filled with Junpei portraits. Some are of just his face, others of his battle gear, and others just chibis of him doing silly stuff.

-Junpei goes full on Romeo on her when buying her stuff. As much as she loves it and appreciates it, he really should not be spending his life savings-

-Chidori often snuck out during the day just to go on dates with him. He took her to a lot of places she had not been to before.

-She also told Jin she was seeing someone, she didn't specify who. Especially because he genuinely seemed surprised and happy for her. (They're siblings, your honour).

-The only person Junpei told the full truth was to Makoto and Kotone. And they were pretty accepting of it.

-Despite not remembering him at first, Chidori always feels warm whenever he visits her. (I put at first because of an au that I am still working on-)

-He becomes a baseball coach and she becomes a well known artist in the future. Their schedules are not very busy, so they have a lot of time for themselves.

-No children. But they did adopt a cute puppy, a shiba inu. Chidori named her Medea.

#togo's writing #writing requests #the pen is fully loaded! request accepted #persona 3 #persona 3 reload #junpei iori #chidori yoshino #jundori

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mhsdatgo · 3 months

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Why you don't like the ship of harwin and rhaenyra? He is the only man in her lifes who treat her kindly and show actual love. All the other, like viserys criston daemon ecc, treat her like shit

Hello, anon. I agree with you about every single man in her life treating Rhaenyra horribly but Harwin is no different.

He's her sworn shield after Criston is called by Alicent's side, her supposed "champion". But the show gave us so little about him that I literally cannot, for the life of me, grasp the love this man gets. All we get of him is that he's basically a glorified boytoy, what Criston would've been had he put Rhaenyra before his honour.

From the books, we know that several sisters of his are Rhae's ladies-in-waiting, his father is the Hand when Otto leaves for a brief period of time and he's generally at court for long before Rhaenyra marries. This makes Harwin the man who watched her grow up, GROW UP. She was a KID when he started buzzing around her or her court.

The first time they interact in the show, it's when Harwin gives her that (nothing short of disgusting other than impressed imo) when she's back to the camp with a boar during Aegon's name day, the second is a year later when he tackles her in the streets, mistaking her for a boy when she's out with Daemon. He lets her go when he spots him. Timeskip happens, we learn that they're lovers and they have three kids together.

Where's the buildup?????? Where's the reason for me to love them as a couple or him as Rhae's partner???? Must we assume he started getting the hots for her when he saw her drenched in blood in that camp? SHE WAS F*CKING 16!

Also, let's not pretend he did anything to help besides warming her bed and making her a mother of 3 before she hit 25. He knew there were rumors, he was pretty much aware of what people thought and what he, Rhae and their kids were risking. Guess what he did about it? Absolutely f*cking nothing.

He didn't marry, he didn't go back to Harrenhall, he acted defensive when his father brought the question up.

Viserys and Alicent sending him away was what it took for him to finally back away from this girl. After, obviously, screwing everything up astronomically. You can go after Criston's bitterness all you want, you can call him jealous (honestly I don't think he is, but that's for another post). But his reaction in the fields is nothing short of ridiculous imo.

What did Criston say? That he was protecting Luke like a father would rather than a trainer. A provocation, a comment that should've flew right in and out of Harwin's ears, if he was as honourable as the fandom makes him out to be. He could've said that it doesn't take being the child's father to notice how callously he's treating him. It could've turned into a meme-worth scene of two men absolutely hating each other's guts but seething right from their asses about not being able to just leap and tear at each other for all they're worth.

What would be wrong? Being called his son's father, great heavens. He could've just went "oh shit" and could've walked away after making sure baby Luke was okay, but what did he did? He handed Criston's ass to him, which was exactly what he wanted.

This man viewed that comment as disrespect to his honor, a stain in his pride. Because being pointed out as a rumored ( not really rumored to him, he knows he is, which just makes it worse) bastard's father is DISGRACEFUL to him. He knows EXACTLY what Rhaenyra, the heir, risks, and does nothing but worsen her position further. If he cared about those kids, or if he was just deluding himself into playing happy family with her, I can't say.

I don't think he hates them, mind you. I'm not here to dehumanize him. They're his own flesh and blood, he loves them, he wishes to love them and be in his life like a father should. I think it's (rightfully) a pain in the ass watching another man raise your children. He could've done it to protect Luke, but it's not his job to remind Criston that insinuating that Rhaenyra has sired bastards is treason. That outburst was unnecessary, at least to me. It did nothing but worsen everything. Knowing Alicent, and how she made Criston apologize for calling Rhae a c*nt with a simple glare, SHE'D scold that rascal good the moment she hears of it.

Harwin would hold back, at the very least, if he actually lived up to TB's standards. For Rhae, Jace, Luke and Joff's sake. I'm not going to act like Rhae is innocent but fuck anyone who thinks she's the only one at fault. She was barely an adult when they started interacting.

BONUS:

*chef's kiss* Unforgettable. As if being from a lower class is the only bad thing there is about the dude you were beating to a pulp just three seconds ago. Although that's less about Harwin and Rhae and more about Harwin but whatever.

#hotd #hotd discussion #hotd discourse #team green #anti harwin strong #anti rhaewin #anon #asks

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kissmyspaceace · 1 year

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Papa's New Assistant (Papa Emeritus II)

Pairing: Papa Emeritus II/Reader Warnings/contents: NSFW, rough absolute hump-machine Secondo Word count: 5.149 BASED ON THIS ASK

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“Sister (Y/N). Thank you for coming on such short notice.”

You closed the office door behind you, before bowing down respectfully. “You wanted to speak to me, Sister Imperator?”

“Yes, yes”, Sister Imperator confirmed, “Indeed. As you may know, the position of Papa Emeritus II’s personal assistant is still unoccupied. The position is not exactly the most sought after, I’m afraid.”

You nodded thoughtfully. “I have heard about that, yes.”

Her lips formed a straight line, as she gave a single nod. “Exactly. Now, I have called you here because you are an exceptionally diligent Sister within the ministry. Eager to learn, willing to help fellow siblings of sin in need. Even if a day should get longer than usual, your positive attitude never falters. The others should take you for an example, really. But- I haven’t called you here solely to sing your praise, no.”

You waited patiently for her to continue.

She cleared her throat, and spoke further. “I’ve been wanting to assign the position of Papa’s personal clergy assistant to you, Sister.”

You raised your brows. “To me?”

“Indeed. I think you would be a good pick for this task.”

“I feel honoured, Sister Imperator, really. But I’m not sure whether I will be able to serve the position well-”, you spoke softly, uttering your concern. Sister Imperator cut you off.

“I am sure you will grow with your responsibilities, Sister (Y/N). I would ask you to at least give this new position a chance. You are desperately needed.”

Thinking for a second, you furrowed your brows. Resistance was pretty much futile, that much you knew. And apart from that- how bad could it be to just give it a try? You smiled softly, bowing down slightly once more. “I will give it my best.” Sister Imperator declared her approval by clapping her hands together gleefully. “Delightful! I knew I could count on you, dear.”

You’d been briefed about your daily tasks and duties by Sister Imperator, and she had given you a few books and documents that might come in handy for you. Your daily schedule would look quite different from your previous one. Not that you’d mind, of course. Maybe this would be a bit of fresh air in your life. Turning another corner in the hall, you finally arrived at Papa Emeritus II’ study. Straightening your gown and habit, you took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door. “Come in!”

The voice was muffled by the thick wooden door, but it was no less strong and determining. Here we go, you thought and carefully opened the large door.

Entering his study, you presented yourself with a polite expression and a respectful bow. “Good morning, Papa. Sister Imperator has assigned me the position of your clergy assistant.”

As you looked back up from your bow, you could see him sit at his desk, mismatched irises piercing through you. His expression was as grim as always. Many siblings of sin had been sent running by these eyes, but not you. You merely reciprocated the eye contact with a gentle gaze.

Papa Emeritus II rose from his seat, and walked towards you. He stopped several feet in front of you, eyeing you up critically. “What is your name?”, he asked.

“I am Sister (Y/N), Papa”, you responded.

“(Y/N)...”, he repeated with a low voice, barely more than a rumble. “Very well.”

Without any further words, he turned on his heel and lifted his hand with a flick of his wrist, motioning you to follow. He led you to the neighboring room, to a shelf full of documents. "You are familiar with Latin, yes? These documents have been rediscovered fairly recently, but they're all over the place. Sort them."

You nodded. "Would you like me to sort them by subject, age or alphabetical order?"

Papa looked at you, expression unchanging. He seemed to think. "I think it would be best to combine these three options as well as possible."

"Yes, Papa. I will get to work right away."

You rolled up your sleeves and started sorting the scattered piles of documents. You started by sorting them by subject, first roughly - then reading into them a little bit, adjusting the order. Secondly, you sorted the individual piles by alphabet. Luckily, their age was for the most part about the same. Making sure to touch the old parchment with the greatest care and caution, you neatly stacked them next to each other. It must have taken you a good while, but finally you were finished. You put small post-it notes on the piles, displaying their subject and went back to the other room, to inform Papa.

Announcing your return with a small knock on the door frame, you stood and waited for his attention patiently. He took a few seconds to finish whatever he had just started, until letting his gaze travel to you. "Yes? Do you need help?"

"I have finished my task. I would merely ask you to perhaps have a look at it, and to let me know whether I have done it correctly", you responded.

He raised one eyebrow, but raised from his desk to follow you to the shelf nonetheless. His eyes scanned the piles, and he flipped through the documents. You were amazed by his quick reading. Latin truly must have been his speciality.

At last, he let go of the papers and gave a single, approving nod. "I have nothing to correct here. Good work."

You bowed your head respectfully. "How can I be of further service?"

The remaining tasks he gave you were no issue for you either, you followed his instructions diligently and the rest of the day went by smoothly. He sent you off in the evening and you spent the rest of your evening relaxing in your room.

This is how it pretty much went for the days and weeks to come. You could see why your fellow siblings of sin were hesitant to work with Papa Secondo, he wasn’t the most… approachable member of the clergy. But you didn’t mind. He was very determining and stern in his tone, but he gave clear instructions. And if you got something wrong, he corrected you with patience. His criticism was always constructive, even on days where his mood wasn’t the best, which you appreciated.

It was another regular day in his study, when you assisted him in translating and organizing Latin scriptures for the black mass. Every now and then he grumbled, shifting through the papers, taking notes. Meanwhile, you were silently working on a document about the deeper meaning and interpretation of the seven sins. The hours went by and afternoon turned into evening, while evening turned into late evening, making the workday much longer than usual.

"Sister (Y/N)", Papa's voice suddenly broke the silence, "Could you have a look at this paragraph?"

You hurried over to his side and looked at the text he was pointing at. "Yes?"

"I feel like it should be translated as 'good come to those who relish in the sins known to us by heart', but it does not sound right to me. What is it that feels off?" He massaged his temple with two fingers as the corners of his mouth twitched downwards.

Looking at the words carefully, you brought your fingers up to your chin, pondering over the translation. "I see what you mean. Maybe we can translate it a little more freely? I've been taught that sometimes, it's the better alternative for the sake of aesthetics."

Papa nodded slowly. "Go on."

"Perhaps, 'good come to those who relish in the sins we all know by heart'? It could work well, considering that it's spoken to the members of the sermon", you implied, leaning over the document a bit more to get a better look at the remaining text passages. Your shoulder gently brushed against his as you leaned over the desk. “Oh, pardon”, you smiled at him apologetically, but continued to look at the documents. From the corner of your eye, you felt like you saw him tense up, his eyes staring at the papers in front of him. You paid it no further mind, and focused on the translations.

The remainder of the work day was fairly short lived. You could tell that Papa had lost his focus, and probably developed a nasty headache. But you did not stop your work until he told you to. “Sister, leave it be for tonight. It’s been a long day, and I will need you back here tomorrow. Preferably not absolutely sleep-deprived”, he groaned, massaging his eyelids.

Bowing your head respectfully, you obliged. “Of course, Papa. Good night, rest well.”

With that you left his study, and went for your quarters.

Papa Emeritus II sat in his office chair, trying to regain his focus. It was a hopeless case, and he knew that. He kept wondering about the actual cause of his distraction, but in the end he just assumed that it was because of the long day. He sighed, and leaned back, closing his eyes for a short moment. His mind went back to the moment when you had stood directly next to him, and accidentally touched him when you leaned over the documents on his desk. There had been something about that moment. He was pretty sure that the two of you had never had any physical contact before that, so maybe it has just been unexpected. Papa shrugged it off as a side effect of his stress, and finally got up to return to his quarters as well.

That night, however, he had a dream. He dreamed that you were in his study, just like every day. But this time, your hands were all over him, as you stood behind him sitting in his office chair and gently massaged his shoulders. He could hear your sweet, gentle voice, but it sounded distant. As your hands traveled down his chest and he could feel your hot breath on his ear, it felt as if he was on fire. Before anything more was revealed to him, he woke up. That dream left him with nothing but confusion and lust. Maybe he had been too preoccupied with work recently. Maybe he should call one of the sisters to his room, for relief? But no, the thought did not please him. He decided to ignore it, and fell back asleep.

The next day, you made your way back to Papa Secondo’s study. You felt a little more tired than usual, admittedly. While you had managed to get enough sleep, your body still reminded you that working for this long was not appreciated much.

With a gentle knock, you let yourself back into his office.

"Good morning, Papa. I hope you slept well", you chirped, giving him a warm smile.

"Good morning, dear Sister. I slept fairly well, apart from a strange dream. Thank you", he replied.

"Oh, I hope it was not a nightmare of some sorts?"

He went quiet for a few seconds. "No, I wouldn’t exactly call it that. It was not a bad dream."

"Then I'm glad", you replied, gathering up the papers for today.

Papa nodded thoughtfully. "Let us get back to work, Sister. There is still a lot to do."

The days went on, and with united forces you managed to tame the chaos of translation just in time for the black mass by the end of the week. After that, the days weren’t quite as long. But you felt like the air had changed around you, around the study. Sometimes you felt Papa Secondo's eyes pierce through you as you were focused on your work, but when you looked over to him, he was always focused on his work. You didn't mind him looking at you, of course. Only the eeriness of the way he did it made shivers run down your spine. You just hoped that you hadn’t unintentionally drawn his rage upon you, even though you wouldn’t even know what you possibly could have done.

Every now and then, there would still be long workdays. On these days, at some point, he'd always send you off to your room, remaining in his study alone for a little while longer. You paid it no mind, thinking he'd just want some alone time outside of his rooms.

But, oh, he had much different thoughts cursing through his mind. Ever since he has had that wicked dream, he'd ever so often find himself enraptured by your mere presence. As soon as his focus got lost in the late nights, it wandered to you and only you. Images flashed in his mind, where he'd see himself taking you, discovering every inch of your body, having you whimper and moan beneath him. It's not like it was only because of that dream, though. He hadn’t expected anything much when you had first stepped into his office many many weeks ago, assuming that you'd most likely either not live up to his expectations, or quit relatively soon. He was willing to accept that a sister could only do so much, knowing very well that his work could be a little much for a simple member of the clergy. But you on the other hand were different. Eager to learn, calm and quiet but unafraid, focused and diligent. Always stepping into his study with a smile, never letting his grim expression irritate you. Your knowledge in Latin came in handy, and it was more than the average sibling of sin had. He figured that this was most likely the reason Sister Imperator had chosen you for him.

Papa Emeritus II had started wanting you for more than just his daily work, though. And day after day he’d tell himself that next time, he’d have you. The moment you'd leave his office, he'd be frustrated with himself, that yet again he hadn’t managed to get closer to you. What was it that was stopping him? Was it the fear of rejection? He couldn’t tell. He'd never had this issue with any of the sisters. He was used to just taking what he wanted, but with you it was different.

In the mornings he’d wait impatiently until you entered his study, your ‘good morning’ sounding like music to his ears. And he loved how your scent would fill the room bit by bit, if you moved a lot and talked a lot it would grow even stronger. He enjoyed your overall presence, and your polite distance only made him crave you more.

You on the other hand were oblivious to Papa Secondo's internal struggles. His face did not give away much and you didn’t dare to assume or interpret anything weird into his behaviour. You'd heard about him, sure. That he'd had many, many sisters and even more women outside of the ministry. That he'd treat himself to maybe two or three sisters at once sometimes, and he'd take them like another would go about eating their dinner. He treated lust and desire as a very casual thing, and at the same time relished in it. You had heard that it had led him to… lose focus for a period of time.

But the Papa Secondo you had gotten to know as of recently seemed so different. He was working hard and the sermons he led were outstanding, inspiring one to ponder about some things a little more deeply. Every now and then he would keep eye contact with you for a nearly painful amount of time during a sermon. You tried to keep your composure but it still made you feel a little strange.

He was a man you certainly looked up to in a few ways, but mostly for his amount of knowledge and his occasional wisdom. You had learned a lot in the time you'd worked with him so far, which you appreciated immensely. Furthermore, his aura was rather interesting than appalling to you. You felt that there was something about him to figure out, like a man full of secrets. You'd simply brush off comments from the siblings with a laugh, never minding their inability to understand how you could work with him.

One day, however, everything changed.

It was another one of those long days. Latin scriptures waiting to be sorted and translated had piled up on Papa Secondo's desk, and you spent the majority of the day working through them. By evening, the piles were organized and clean, like perfect little bundles of smooth parchment. The translations had gone relatively smooth. Turns out, the two of you made a good team when it came to working on translations of the old scripts. Nonetheless, it had been a lot, and a glance at the clock told you that it was already way past your usual working hours. Papa Secondo leaned back in his chair with a rumbly sigh of relief. “Finally. I think that would be it for now.”

“Yes, thank goodness. I believe staying focused wouldn’t have worked out for much longer. There’s only so much a human brain can take, after all”, you replied with a small chuckle.

He nodded and hummed in agreement, while his eyes followed you as you tidied up some last few things, getting ready to take your leave. After a bit of cleaning and stacking books back into the shelf, you stood in front of his desk and respectfully bowed your head to bid him goodnight. As you looked back up at him, however, he was staring. He was staring intensively. It felt like his eyes were piercing through you, nailing you to the ground you stood on. His gaze seemed cold and unforgiving, and the movement of his jaw suggested that he was grinding his teeth.

“Papa, please pardon me for asking, but… is everything alright? Did I do anything to anger you?”, you asked hesitantly.

He kept glaring for a moment, until he lowered his gaze a bit, and exhaled loudly through his nose. “You did not anger me, sister. Never have. But I’m afraid that… not everything is alright”, he grumbled, as he rose from his seat. “What is it, Papa? If I can be of any aid, please do tell me.” You grew worried.

With slow, heavy steps he walked around the desk, to face you directly. His grim expression never changing, his gaze barely softening.

“It’s you, sister”, he said in a low rumble.

“Me?”, you asked in shock, your heart skipping a beat, “I’m sorry for upsetting you- what can I do? Where did I make mistakes?”

Papa Emeritus II shook his head slowly. “As I said, no mistakes have been made. It’s not about what you do, it’s about who you are, what you are. And I am growing tired of letting this distract me any further. I refuse to let it feed my frustration and tension.” He stepped even closer now, never breaking eye contact. “I don’t understand”, you mumbled, starting to feel a little intimidated.

“Enough of the empty words now. Let me show you what has been on my mind, sister”, Papa Secondo growled.

Before you even knew what was going on, he grabbed you and pulled to flush against his chest with a rough, quick move, simultaneously knocking the air out of your lungs as your chest collided with his. He held you close with one hand on your back, applying just enough pressure to tell you that resistance would be futile. His other hand reached up to the back of your head, entangling in your hair and tugging your head back, making you whimper a little. Any further noises of yours were quieted as he slammed his lips onto yours without a warning. The kiss was hungry, needy and felt almost primal in nature. You were too stunned to even react. He pulled away for a brief moment, looking for any sign of disgust, rejection or disapproval on your face - but all he found was utter confusion, and a blushing mess. He leaned down to your ear, and whispered: “If you do not consent, sister, please let me know. I would hate to push you into something you don't actually want…"

It took you a few seconds to finally get a hold of yourself. "I- I don't know what to say. I didn't know- I mean, I never thought you'd feel this way about me", you admitted, stammering a bit.

He smiled a little. You couldn’t recall ever having seen him smile, even if it was just a little bit. He took a strand of your hair and twirled it between his index finger and his thumb. "I didn't exactly plan or calculate my attraction towards you in any way, and yet… here we are", he tilted his head a little, and stared deeply into your eyes, "So, what do you say?"

His mismatched irises pinned you down. You felt like you were close to melting into a puddle on the floor. You'd never considered this a possibility, but in that moment, every fiber of your being screamed "yes".

"I think… I feel similar, Papa", you said, with your voice barely being more than a whisper. Your cheeks were burning up and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest at any moment.

The pleased shimmer in his eyes was like a spark igniting a flame, and the deep growl he produced was surely enough to make a sister lose her footing.

He trapped you in another heated kiss, holding you so close that you feared you might get crushed against him. But truth be told, you didn’t mind one bit. You gently placed your hands on his chest and let yourself get lost in the moment. His hand was still tangled in your hair and his grip tightened. He brushed his tongue against your lips, initiating a deeper kiss, which you happily went along with.

Papa spun the two of you around, backing you up against the edge of his desk. Sliding one hand to the back of your thigh, he lifted you up to sit on the tabletop. As your hand reached behind you looking for stability, you came in contact with all the piles of sorted papers, making you flinch away.

Papa Secondo broke the kiss, looking at the occupied tabletop with a grunt. He reached behind you and swiped the papers off the furniture with one swift move of his arm, sending them flying across the room. He pushed you back a bit, spreading your legs so he could settle between them, pinning you against the wooden surface.

His mouth wandered to your neck, where he started kissing and biting on your skin, earning small moans and whimpers from you. His left hand groped your breast through your clothing, while his right hand was stroking up and down your thigh. He seemed desperate to touch you anywhere, everywhere he could reach. As he moved even closer to you, you could feel evidence of his desire pushing against the fabric of your underwear, subsequently rubbing against your most sensitive spot. Your tunic was already pushed up, pooling around your hips, exposing your thigh-high stockings and your garters. Papa's eyes wandered down, catching a glimpse of them. He seemed to be fond of your choice in undergarments, since he uttered something between a satisfied hum and a feral growl.

"I'm really sorry, sister", he panted, "I cannot wait any longer." Fumbling with his robe and then his zipper, he freed himself, and pushed your panties aside. He rubbed his tip up and down your folds, making you moan softly.

"So ready for me already, Sister. Delightful."

You put a hand over your face, slightly embarrassed at his remark. At this point, you must have been red as a tomato. A dissatisfied grunt escaped his throat.

"Do not hide from me. I can see you. I can feel your excitement", he hissed. With one swift, merciless thrust he pushed into you. You screamed at the feeling of being stretched this suddenly, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as your body tried to adjust to his size in the short given time.

Papa Secondo didn’t move for a good moment, relishing in the sight of you struggling to take him. The fire in his eyes grew bolder, and his pupils dilated. The only sounds filling the room at this moment were his heavy breathing and your tiny whimpers.

His hands went to support your shaking legs, guiding them to wrap around his hips. "Relax, sister. You're doing well", he hummed, sliding his gloved hand underneath your tunic to gently stroke up and down your sides. "I've been patient with you, but I refuse to restrain myself any further. I hope you're ready."

His voice was deep and menacing, just like his gaze upon you. He pulled out almost entirely, only to thrust back into you with full force. You yelped, whether it was out of pleasure or pain, you didn’t know. It felt like both. He started off slow, but soon picked up a merciless pace, and you grabbed the edge of the table in an effort to counter his movements. The heavy furniture creaked under every thrust and you prayed that it would withstand Secondo's blind sexual rage. He could not keep his hands at the same spot for too long, longing to touch you everywhere he could. His eyes spoke for him, and they clearly showed that his hunger was not being stilled, in fact, it was only growing.

He grabbed a fistful of your tunic and tugged it upwards. "Off with it", he growled. You lifted your arms and flinched as he tore it off over your head in one swift, rough movement. Tossing it aside with a snarl, he let his gaze wander over the newly exposed skin. Your bra was still blocking his eyes from devouring you fully, and while you were partially grateful for that, you knew it wouldn’t last long. Grabbing you by the side of your neck, he pulled you up towards him, capturing you in another heated kiss. His other hand wand wandered up your back and undid the clasp of your bra. Cool air hit your chest as he tore it off your body and tossed it aside to join your tunic on the floor, making you gasp. He used the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, capturing yours in another uncoordinated dance. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning into the kiss, as his thrusts changed pace again. He pulled out slowly, and thrusted back in with a harsh snap of his hips.

Papa Secondo growled, breaking the kiss. "Wonderful, Sister (Y/N). Marvelous. But I want more. I need more", he groaned into your ear. His voice sounded close to feral at this point, sending shivers down your spine and making you clench around him. Lifting you up by your bottom, he swiftly carried you across the room, pinning you against one of the book shelves. The wooden planks pushed into the skin of your back, as he continued his rough thrusting. His face paint was a little smudged in some places, and he breathed heavily. The determined look in his eyes told you he was far from done, however. His mouth latched onto the flesh between your neck and shoulder, and you yelped as he bit down, sucking on the skin, eager to leave his mark. You feared that you'd end up breaking if he continued like this, but at the same time, the balanced mix between pain and pleasure drove you insane. His thrusts became faster and harder after a while and his eyes grew cloudy with lust. His thumb traveled between you and started rubbing your clit in skilfull circles, well calculated. He knew exactly what he was doing and it had you approach your release at a rapid speed. You looked at him with pleading eyes and he gave a single nod. "Come undone, Sister. You may."

Digging your nails into his shoulders, you let your orgasm rush through you. It had you scream out, and Papa bit down on your neck again, grunting as he felt you clench around him. He picked up speed even more, mindlessly ramming into you. The bookshelf was shaking and creaking with every thrust, a few books tumbling down around you. His grip on your body tightened and you were sure his fingers would leave marks on your thighs and your behind, just like the ones he'd left on your neck already. You moaned and mewled, desperately holding onto him as he quickly approached his own peak. And soon, he did - with two deep, powerful thrusts, bottoming out, growling and moaning, producing a guttural sound you'd never heard before. You could feel him throb inside you as he filled you, a seemingly never-ending spill of his seed flooding your walls. After a long moment, he ended his peak with a few slow, shaky thrusts, and finally stilled. He rested his forehead on your collarbone, breathing heavily. Silence followed as both of you tried to catch your breaths.

"Was that alright, Papa?", you asked in a breathy voice, cracking a small smile.

He answered with a long, deep hum. Then, he carried you over to an armchair and sat down, leaving you to sit on his lap. He was spent, but satisfied, and let his gaze wander over your body lazily. You'd been stripped of everything but your panties, stockings and garterbelt. His gloved hands tenderly stroked your thighs, as well as up and down your sides. You sighed contentedly.

Papa Secondo pulled you closer, so you were resting against his chest and wrapped his arms around you.

"Sister (Y/N), can I ask you something?", he asked in a raspy voice.

"Yes, of course."

"Do tell me… have I been too rough with you?"

You were surprised, to say the least. There was a genuine tone of concern in his voice.

"Well, truth be told, Papa… you were not exactly gentle with me", you admitted, laughing shyly. You felt his body stiffen against you. "But… that does not mean I didn’t like it."

He let out a deep chuckle. "If I weren’t as spent as I am, I would take you again right here, sister", he growled into your ear, sending another deep red blush to your cheeks.

"If you allow, Papa, I wouldn’t mind doing that again sometime."

"Good", he hummed, "Because I'm not done with you yet."

You chuckled bashfully, and let your gaze wander across the room.

“Ah, Papa- there might be something we should attend to. Again”, you said.

“Hm?”

“All those papers we sorted today.”

His gaze followed yours, stopping at floor level next to his desk. “Satanas, I’ll be damned.”

#papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa secondo #secondo emeritus #ghost band #ghost band fanfiction #ghost reader insert #clergy assistant hc #minors dont look #papa secondo hc #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 9 months

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Hunger Games & Descendants crossover

Aka me showing Descendants characters into vaguely hunger games setting because it sparks joy. Keeping one (1) Hunger Games character: Ceasar Flickerman, for the reason that Descendants Verse moderator (Snow White) would faint within a minute of having to share a stage with exhibitionistic pirates.

Also. Haymitch. I feel like he and Harriet & James Hook should meet.

Anyway.

(I hope you don't expect any plot)

The Hooks are the Fourth District. The sea side one. Uma, too, and the Smees.

James Hook is a Victor long past, and he lost a hand in his games. He had it replaced by a hook, because he's committing to the bit. Drama queen. He's a Capitol favourite and still very much haunted by the children he fought in his arena. (He's so perfect for this au, I can't)

Harriet is also a Victor, from two years prior.

She volunteered and didn't have a good time ever since. (Didn't have a good time ever ✨)

She didn't lose a hand. This does not stop the Capitol from styling her with a hook.

Both of them are rather heavy alcoholics by this point.

Harriet was a difficult Victor. Stubborn and way too happy to speak her mind. It took Capitol pointing at her siblings and going „If you don't shut up, they'll be next“ to get her to cooperate.

She shut up. She was not happy about it but she's not letting her siblings die in the arena – or otherwise.

Either way, after her, the Capitol needed a Good Victor (tm). They found their Victor in Claudine Frollo, a brainwashed career from District One.

She was ready to lie on her knife for her (District) people rebelling against the Capitol, but her Games were pretty heavily rigged. She was not allowed near sharp things by the gamemakers.

Her trauma from the arena is unsurprisingly not helping. Claudine gets unresponsive for huge amounts of time, and she's still not allowed near sharp things.

„You were raised in a fucking cult!“ „...oh.“ This conversation between Harriet and Claudine definitely happens. Harriet is this close to snapping at Claudine at live TV.

Either way, deal somewhat holds, right? Younger Hook siblings are not reaped.

... wouldn't be the Hooks if there wasn't more chaos, okay?

Next year, Uma is reaped, and there is no way Harry is letting her go alone. He volunteers before the boys are even reaped, threatening murder to career girls who didn't take Uma's place and career boys who would take his in the same breath.

This flies, because Capitol lives for drama.

Also, surprisingly, Uma's reaping wasn't rigged. And even if it was, she was not a part of any deal.

Ursula was an actress, a singer, dragged to Capitol from District four and tossed back when they got bored; when she got too old or otherwise unsuitable. She blames Uma for this. Her most famous role was that of a Sea Witch because Why Not.

Uma wasn't a career, but Harry was. He didn't graduate yet, and his older sister insisted he doesn't volunteer.

Anyway. Since this is AU, I feel like it should be possible for the Games to have multiple Victors if the people like them enough.

It's not something common, but it can happen. It has happened before.

Mulan and Shang pulled it off. Mulan while posing as her brother or male cousin all the while. It was one of the earlier games, but people loved it. (Consequently, their son got reaped the year before Harriet. Pure coincidence, you see. He survived, though.)

The other people winning together were Raya and Namaari, because I said so. They had no children for reasons called "they're lesbians, your honour."

And Uma and Harry are gonna win together too because this is MY self-indulgent AU with zero actual plot.

They're having way too much fun on the stage. Survival instinct (the bit that Uma has) gets overshadowed by the need to a) shock as much people as possible and b) drama✨

They end up making out at the tribute interview. Ceasar is having the time of his life. He hasn't had this interesting tributes since Harriet Hook and Ivy de Vil.

(they obviously make out at the Victors interview too)

De Vils now, yeah?

Third district. Technology, for Carlos. They're inovators, the driving force.

Cruella, much like Hook, is a victor of long past. She went mad in her Games. Her victor talent is fashion, obviously, and Capitol has no problems with the more unethical aspects of her designs.

Her reaping-age relatives have the unfortunate tendency to, well, get reaped. She lost a brother, two nephews and a niece this way.

You see, de Vils are rebels. They need to stand out, they need to be heard. (Much like Hooks, but in better clothes, thank you for asking.)

Ivy was the last one reaped. Now, she knew her odds – one in twenty four and worse yet. The Capitol is not letting a de Vil win again.

Consequently, she might have started riot on her tribute interview. I mean, what are they gonna do? Kill her?

Yeah, I thought so.

I'm getting lost, aren't I.

Tremaines. Officers family from District Eight that thinks themselves way too important (they really aren't). All accusations of Anthony's reaping being rigged will be denied.

Anthony is in the same games as Uma and Harry because Drama.

His stylist is Audrey Rose who got caught high in public one too many times. But hey. They're vibing. Also, this conversation:

Anthony, talking about Harriet: "... she's just so pretty-“

Audrey, an aro ace, just trying to do her job: „...I suppose? She could use to wear something different than the red, and a bit less eyeliner...“

(Ginny, barging in: „YES SHE IS.“)

(I'm projecting on Audrey and you cannot stop me.) (She isn't being mean, she's just struggling to see it.) (Struggling in general. Girl is dissociating more than not, but actually trying her best as a tribute stylist.) (She and Claudine should meet. Attend some therapy together.)

Ginny is Capitol, too. She's a medical student, a medic apprentice, whatever you want to call it. Aesthetics and cosmetics surgery specifically. She's shadowing some doctors at tribute-victor-centre.

Which, let's be honest, mainly means that she, Anthony and Harriet can meet ✨

Like Anthony, she thinks that Harriet is gorgeous. She thinks the same about Anthony.

She flatlines Anthony's medical tracker while he's sleeping but still very much alive in the arena. This goes unnoticed because Harry and Uma are kicking up too much drama. And Ginny and Anthony are pretty good at disguises.

Faciliers. They live in Capitol. With documents that are certainly both legal and theirs.

But hey. No one is gping to kick them out. They smuggle in expensive drugs and absinth and other interesting stuff.

They also know way too much blackmail.

Celia and Freddie have accidentally befriended the gamemakers while making deliveries and now the gamemakers let them play a bit and design new fun mutts!

(Stuff of nightmares, I tell you)

Mal is a way too Capitol-propaganda enthusiastic Victor from one of the poor Districts.

Jay is from District Two, a secret rebel. Jade died in the Games.

Oh! CJ sneaked into the Capitol with her older siblings despite being specifically forbidden to do so, and is now setting something on fire. Ceasar practically gave her a permission by calling her "a little firecracker" in the interview with Harry.

The Smees were supposed to watch her, but the Smees couldn't be paid enough for that.

I'm almost certain I forgot someone. Please, ask if I did or if you find something interesting and want me to elaborate?

#disney descendants #hunger games crossover #cj hook #harry hook #harriet hook #uma descendants #claudine frollo #freddie facilier #mal bertha #anthony tremaine #celia facilier #ginny gothel #audrey rose #ivy de vil

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a-song-for-ages · 1 year

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(Left out Daemon and the kid's because the app didn't let me put in more than 10 pics oops)

From top to bottom, right to left:

1. Joffrey Velaryon

The youngest of the velaryon/targaryen group, who would follow Mats around and usually get him in trouble because - "yOu tOoK a bAbe tO a wHoReHoUse??!?!??!?!?!"

Mats learned how to be a loving dad mainly by watching (and understanding - now that he was old enough to understand that little Joff's head was nOT hard as a dragon's egg) Laenor interact with Joff - in fact, Mats was the first Velaryon/Targaryen to hold Joff. (I lied, it was actually Luke because he really wanted to hold Joff and Rhaenyra couldn't say no to him. But according to Laenor, it was Mats who held him first.)

2. Lucera Velaryon

Sweet little Luke's not so sweet (albeit little) sister. A terror. Lives for getting into trouble. Main instigator (after Aegon) for bullying Aemond - but it wasnt personal, seeing as Luce was the only daughter and bullied everyone around her. (All the boys are scared of her.)

Luce was a little more receptive to what she should and should not be doing - say, like, following Mats in the middle of the night to go to a whorehouse. That doesn't mean she didn't follow him. She just went in knowing what the repercussions of her getting caught would be.

She and Mats are - not mirrors, but they have that wild streak that Daemon has. Though, Luce loses a bit of that wild streak when she grows up - and she ultimately becomes a little more, lady like (Rhaena's influence - and also because she burned off that extra fire and urge for destruction when she'd climb her dragon and set him off on a hunt for food.)

3. Lucerys Targaryen

The youngest of the OG trio (Jace, Mats, Luke). He's the little brother who Mats just knows has potential - and like Jace, he tends to be just a little more nurturing to Luke (talking about that swordfighting scene), and not because he knows Lucera will come after and gut him, but because he honestly finds Luke's gentleness and softness (minus that part where Luke stole Aemond's eye) endearing.

Luke, to Mats, is the best of all of the Velaryon/Targaryen children.

But that doesn't mean Mats coddles him. Oh no. Mats shirks all of his duties and hands it to Luke, stating, "You may feel honoured, little brother."

Luke and Mats' relationship is a further - "if you were dying, and if it was because of something that you did... then I would wait until the last possible minute to save you. And if you were dying, and if it was because of something that you didn't do... then I would have Auraxes chase after you for your stupidity."

4. Rhaenyra Targaryen

So. You know how Daemon and Rhaenyra were like, Viserys's bIGGEST (political) headaches?

Yeah, Matarys Velaryon is karma coming to bite Rhaenyra (and only Rhaenyra's) ass.

Because here he is - her second son, set to inherit Driftmark and set to marry Rhaena. And he just goes, "No. I don't want or need any of that. In fact, what I need is to explore Dorne and Essos and Asshai. So, bye!"

Like this little fucker just does what he wants and Rhaenyra just. Cannot. Discipline him. No matter how much she tries. And Viserys is off in the side giggling because - he's just like you. (A bit like Aegon too - "I've no taste for duty! I'm not suited!" Except he looks hot as hell doing his duty. Which he believes is to be the Menace to the Realm - "kind of like how Daemon is to Grandfather!")

But boy does Rhaenyra love her son - even if he is too much like (the bad parts of) her. He is still her son, and she sees his loyalty to his blood and family - and she just. She sees him. And Mats knows this and he - sees - her. (And Harwin lol).

5. Jacaerys Velaryon

Fucking hell have you ever seen two sons, born close together interact?

They're a mess.

Mats is always down for doing the dishonorable, aesthetic thing, like burning an abandoned tower, "Just to see how long it'll burn!" while Jace is just like, "STOP! DES-TROYING! THINGS!"

Jace honestly hopes that Mats will one day grow up. And Mats is just like, "hmm, no thank you, dear brother of mine." And then Jace just explodes and turns red because "why is it that I must be cursed with you?" and Mats is just "because if you were not cursed with me then I fear your life would be oh so terribly boring."

But ultimately - these two boys... with Jace's anger and sensitivity to being called bastard, and Mats' eagerness for a fight/anything to get his blood pumping... you can sense that some real shit's about to go down between them and the Green Boys. (Not Mats giggling at calling the opposition "greens" because "they're green boys who know nothing of war!" and Daemon laughs at that but no one else because Mats, while a little rogue-like, is greener than them.)

#oc: matarys velaryon #oc: lucera velaryon #wip: dragon's wroth

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chronicowboy · 1 year

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2022 writing review

so its 2023, so what? better to review a year with a little bit of distance methinks

tagged by @kitkatpancakestack hope ur 2023 is going well so far muah <3

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 42 oh lord

2. Word count posted for the year: 297,700 (mortifying)

3. Fandoms I wrote for: 9-1-1

4. Pairings: buck/eddie

5. Story with the most:

kudos: please? (can't say no) 1,220 kudos

bookmarks: the persistence of memory 386 bookmarks

comment threads: the persistence of memory 119 threads

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): ooooof i was gonna say the persistence of memory just because of the sheer word count and that i love the story but im actually really proud of my gilmore girls au all you have to do is call my name (i'll be there) because i wrote 40k words in under a week and for once i wasn't wondering about if people would read it i wrote it for me (and my beloved elke) honourable mentions to 1001 reasons to not get drunk with your sister's boyfriend and any of my ravi pov fics because they're silly but i love them all the same and my amnesia collection

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): hmmm probably we don't go through the glass doors because it was half-formed but i still posted it, i basically just saw that gif of peeta pressing his forehead against the forcefield for katniss in the jabberjay scene and i was like but what if it was buddie and yeah i just do not know why i posted it ig

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: any comments i've had saying that i should be a writer for the show makes me want to scream such as "this is soooooooooooo good!!!! its so perfectly and wonderfully devastating and heartbreaking and emotional and warm and soft. you write the firefam's dialogue SOOO WELL! they should add you as a staff writer tbh. ❤❤❤❤❤❤" on (tpom surefire way to make me happy is to compliment my dialogue and the 118 dynamics)

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: at the moment tbh i have so much uni work to do and an original piece of fiction im 200+ pages into and i'm trying to do all of that at once so the fic has fallen to the wayside a little

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: god this is really difficult and it definitely doesn't help that i can barely remember anything about my fics but um i guess character-wise its a surprise whenever i write taykay as an actual character rather than just a mention through gritted teeth lol but um scene-wise maybe just my whole albert pov fic what are you doing home? we thought you were babysitting just because its not something i'd normally write (eddie is only mentioned how uncharacteristic of me!!)

11. A favourite excerpt of your writing: oh god um i am so proud of lots of bits to my writing so i'm going to try to limit myself

just all of my surrealism weaved into 9-1-1, what's your fantasy? to kind of hint that buck's dreaming

the realisation scene in flatpack furniture and a djungelskog

"It'll be pretty cool, right?" Eddie's talking, but Buck can barely hear it over the static ringing in his ears. "To look at it and know that we made it together—"

You don't find it, son, you make it.

Its nothing special. Its nothing out of the ordinary.

There's nobody in this world I trust more with my son than you.

There's an Alan key sitting in his open palm, ever so slightly warmed by Eddie's hand.

I know you did.

Its nothing special. Its nothing out of the ordinary.

You two have an adorable son.

Eddie passes him tools at work all the time without him asking. They've suffered the telepathy jokes a million times.

Shouldn't it be when you're at your worst, they're at their worst, you have every reason to give up and you still decide you want to try again.

this scene from the only try day is wednesday because i originally hated this fic until i reread this moment

The picture catches the flames, curling up at the bottom corners, colours melting away and consuming Eddie and Christopher whole before finally, finally taking Buck too.

Because that's the thing. If Eddie is in there, if he's— Then that's what's going to happen. The fire takes Eddie first. Then, Christopher. Christopher who loses two parents and gets stuck with a Buck, a Buck he'll grow to resent because Buck's the reason Eddie was here in the first place, because Buck didn't save Eddie. So, the fire will take Buck finally.

And it will take him violently. It will ravage him, turn him to ash and sift it through their fingers until he's nothing but a few chunks of burnt bone. It will take him, consume him, ruin him. And he'll be dead, in every way that counts. He's already dying now.

Buck refuses to let it happen.

He'll die. He'll die before Chris can resent him because that would finish him off. Losing Christopher, losing Christopher to hatred and loathing, that would kill him. And that death would be much more violent than any chaos fire could wreak.

this scene in memory (all alone in the moonlight)

"Eddie, can we not do this?" Sighing, Buck looks up at the ceiling. "I'm missing five years of my life. I feel like shit. I really don't need you coming in here acting all weird."

Eddie lets out a breath and takes a step forward.

"What do you need from me, Buck?"

And, fuck, that question really shouldn't bring tears to his eyes, but. But Buck's spent his whole life being the one asking that question and now he doesn't even know the person who knows him well enough to ask it.

"I need my best friend." He whispers.

Eddie's face crumbles and he crosses the space between them in three steps, settling onto the edge of the bed and pulling Buck into his chest. Buck clutches at his Henley as he tries to compose himself, but Eddie's hand settles heavy at the base of his skull.

"Hey, don't do that." Eddie murmurs. "Just let it go, Buck."

And so, Buck breaks—for the second time in as many days—in a relative stranger's arms.

Eventually, when the tears have subsided and Buck finds the energy to be embarrassed about dirtying Eddie Diaz's shirt with snot and tears, he sits back in his bed and scrubs at his face.

"Thanks." He rasps.

"You don't have to thank me for that, Buck." Eddie offers him a cup of water and a handful of tissues. "I know you don't remember it, but we promised to have each other's backs and I don't plan on breaking that anytime soon."

"Fuck." Buck wipes at his eyes with the tissues until Eddie pries it from his hand and takes over for him, soft and gentle enough to have the tears springing to life all over again. "I really want to hate you." Eddie laughs.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: honestly just sheer volume of writing, for most of my writing life i was always so perfectionist and adamant that i couldn't move on until this one project was polished and perfect but this year i've written and written and written and let myself abandon projects and have rough first drafts yknow

13. How do you hope to grow next year: hmm idk really maybe just write even more and branch out a little in what i'm writing

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc): @danielsousa my love, my heart, my rock!!!!! honestly probably wouldn't have written half as much if it weren't for elke cheering me on for the gilmore girls au and sending me screenshots of my writing that made her want to kill me

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: oh much i'm sure, i put myself into everything i write intentionally or not just because its such a personal thing for me but um in persistence of memory all the timeloop media references and agents of shield as i have always been reference specifically

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: read and write! nothing is ever going to help you as much as that. read fics yes, but read books and poetry anthologies and non-fiction! and write! write fic, write shitty poetry in your notes app, write short fiction, start a book. in the wise words of shia la boeuf JUST DO IT

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: ohhh okay so i have plans for two very big buddie aus an agents of shield au where fitzsimmons are technically henchim but buddie gets their romantic scenes, and then a national treasure au because i am a SUCKER for those films and chimney as riley is something that can be soooo personal

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: ummm just anyone who wants to do this?? feel free to say i tagged you because my brain isn't working!!

#sami rambles #this is long sorry #but it was really fun #and definitely not a way for me to ignore all that aforementioned uni work #tag game #long post

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painttoolyamanaka · 1 year

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I have so many fic ideas and nothing to show for it so here's an itemized list of things I want to write where most of them are about Sai because I'm obsessed with my zero vibe blorbo:

Road To Ninja au [probably'll be a series]

Sai - centric, as always, but mostly because I want to explore a world where Sai's father is alive and his mother cares about him. Of course, in a way that hurts his growth as a person and emotionally stunts him because it has to be canon connected in some way of course!

Also seeing a Shin-Sai sibling rivalry is intriging to me.

Blue Period au [either a longfic or a series]

Yes, also Sai - centric. At first this started out as an Art Club au but I think Blue Period au fits better. Just... high school student Sai who doesn't know what he wants to do when he's older and always has trouble properly fitting in stumbles into art club and rediscovers his love for art. This could be a main story to my modern au too, specifically after the horrible accident that fucks up Shin's organs and makes Sai lose his memory.

Just, art teacher Konan and genderqueer Deidara, along with art rival Kankuro and just!!!! read Blue Period rn I'm not asking

T4T Choji / Sai [oneshot]

Someone mentioned Choji being trans in the OC server and I was like oh my god t4t Choji / Sai! So yeah, I think they should date and just be the boyfriends ever <3

Yukimi and Sai Road Trip [regular fic]

After the war, Sai is stressed and Yamato sees this so he calls his little sister and they go on a trip around the world to see new places and such, I just think they'd be a neat pair.

Modern au [series]

Root kid - centric, it was at first made as a fluffy au where Kabuto, Urushi, Sai, and Shin were fostered by Nonou (Kabuto and Urushi came first and then Sai and Shin were adopted when Urushi and Kabuto were in high school so they're close but they're like two pairs of siblings living together), and ROOT is just the super secret treehouse group they made when they were younger or smthing, you know how kids are.

Miraculous au [series]

I like the concepts and the main plot of the show, but I hate the directors, writers, and overall how they carried out the show but I'll scrape it to it's bare bones and make my own Miraculous au

Not Sai - centric this time! Who would've thought? :0

Neji / Sai / Sasuke [oneshot of regular fic]

Neji, Sasuke, and Sai are all ppl who were repressed and then rebelled against a hurtful system that they were born and groomed into in canon, with Neji and his self - finding journey, Sasuke with his villain arc, and Sai actively rebelling against ROOT customs. So, ot3, they should kiss and piss off their parents

Silly Hallmark Christmas Fic [oneshot]

Sasuke, being a drama queen, decides to bring the son of the Uchiha's sworn enemy to Christmas dinner. Sai is in it for the drama because he's also a little shit that hates Danzō for his brother's death, and what better to piss of his foster grandpa than to fake date and go to Christmas dinner with his sworn enemies son?

They're both bastards and they should kiss kiss fall in love your honour

Deidara / Sai Fic [oneshot]

Just the adventures of Deidara and Sai [probably a modern au] working together on a big art final and such. There's probably going to be some slam poetry and dark academia and Rio Romeo themed playlists and such because I love those.

TMNT au but it's more of the Nick version because it's more messy au [probably a series]

Team Seven - centric but like. they're turtles :)

Raph - Sasuke Leo - Sakura Donnie - Sai Mikey - Naruto Splinter - Hiruzen

Cardcaptor Sakura au [series or just a fic]

Sakusai - centric and they're also in like high school when this happens, but yeah Sakura is the Cardcaptor and Sai is her rich best friend that loves her a lot and helps her Cardcapture to the best of his ability, like a fun sidekick. It's Sakura - centric though!

One of Those Twitter Template aus but With My Modern au [probably just a bunch of Tumblr posts in a series]

Nonou would post about her kiddos on facebook to share because she loves them

Kabuto would have social media only to keep a portfolio / resume but also to be annoying sometimes and also to have public beef with Anko because she couldn't have his sensei so apparently she's going for his mom

Urushi would be in it to post encouraging messages for his siblings and his blog is full of just him doing fun things with friends

Shin would enjoy just being there to post things he can't say in the moment but people find his weird life funny

Sai runs an entire art student portfolio / blog aesthetic because he enjoys having the coolest twitter [this is modern au Sai, canon Sai wouldn't even change his header]

Fuu also likes just regular posting but most of his blog is dedicated to family gossip / beef so he's got the highest following

Torune has a bug blog to interact with his family who also have bug blogs in which they make a small bug fandom

So yeah, many thoughts head full of niche aus that I enjoy! I have a few more so there might be a part two but feel free to chat to me abt them!

#snowii au list #oh boy this could be a lot of tagging #ill just leave it here

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attractivemyfoot · 2 years

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Well, just some info not believing smart people a humour is hear you will love it later. 1st time on Tumblr Wattpad failed as before never mind . Will Akuma class graduate or fail with Lilass' lies.? What a way to dirty a pure name lily? seriously shame,so how many can pass except MPS or neutral grounds. Needs going pass or fail i want to laugh on fictional characters that show fucking irritates me to no levels. I feel murderous enough to study and pass exams for plot they literally hack the country system crack it up to crumbles and see who has fucking butterfly sanctuary see where cameras aren't there cause it's odd and Don't fit right and bank accounts are easy to access by banker ask as a hero to the banker can even tell you how a murder or something happened they've more data about people cause when people are bored they talk and because of it people have clues but are lazy or plain dumbass man that show has lot of loop holes then weaver sweater every episode and villian fucking irritates me butterflies see what type of species it is if that dumb can show something right i will spend every dollar in my account in a day. Half true but that stupid has to buy it right see accounts of those sanctuary anyway see big names 1st clue in the show or 2nd rich person 3rd isolated bitch 4th whoever your suspect is keep it there. Only 8 things were needed to be done. Harassment is okay . Emotional manipulation is okay ask that blonde ass which boils my blood. Total stupid encouraging wrong thing is good . Stealing is good. Totally taking someone's blame is good. bribing is good. Every type of crime is good huh. This show just disgust me comparing marinette and that assgreste. She is way too much better than that shity cockroach. There was a scene of literally that gives vibes of sexual intercourse. That's just inviting a disaster. What skin tight atleast see the viewer's. Half of shows shows this type of behavior is okay. That's why criminals have no fear. Stupidity of fucking society he broke few French laws man even though it was for people but do they mean something right. Man i hate kids behaving like creeps the moment i heard miraculous ladybug and chat noir. I wanted to break that kid or writer and most stupid astruck something.that bitch I hope he have 3rd stage cancer while kemo therapy he just die bring a decent writer but no a total percent and low graded human scum of the bag. I wish the moment someone sees that I just finished watching 1st season with my sis in my life i never had so much argue to kill someone than today. I generally read fan fics cause they're more well written than the original cause it corrects the wrong or totally don't show it that's total cool but this is insane my blood ran cold i binge watch it all together i am observer i see errors in everything but they can be brushed off but this god knows i might kill someone today in cold pursuit. Sorry that witch saw and ignored the flaws the golden boy is perfect just because his eyes are green as leaves and hair is blonde and skin is pale doesn't mean he is little good i don't doubt a single percent about a bitch being sentimoth. When i heard sis praising that blonde and cursing the girl i won't touch it cause more you see more problems you see . My favourites Gaslighting, parental abandonment,victim blaming, every abuse and it's type and harm can be seen but half of them are wrong. I won't bitch it but it fucking touched my sister manipulating asshole should be punched till the ground and bones don't become one. I am practically 15 i saw it Were so called' adults 'were cooing over it fools do the goddamn research like i do.

See it yourself don't believe me anyway

Introductions

Akuma class 18 (graduating)

MPS 16 (singers with different degrees)

Bruce46

Dick24 (passing University of business )

Jason 18 (graduated with degrees literature,arts, doctor, mechanics and honours)

Tim 15 (co CEO like Nettie but instead of fashion it's medicine)

Damian 15( making blunt comments with correcting teacher)

Marinette Dupain Cheng/Nettie Martha Haywood Wayne 14( degree holder of fashion,bussiness, technology enjoying the chaos , troublemaker and singer and main artist behind songs and the costumes)Story of Nettie Martha Haywood Wayne

here is a story of a girl of Gotham who was sold by her stepfather known as Willis Todd due to Joker . A mother and boy's misery . A mother who is not true but poured love through heart got addicted to drugs a boy in grief and to care for mother are the basics after some events he is taken as ward of bruce Wayne this time he never got killed because Willis killed Joker because he was dying atleast i will avenge my daughter and take down a monster. Jason learn fighting in alleys as some people were willing to teach a kid self defence but seeing a talent taught every fighting style street has offered and weapons training

you know what Tim has a big role in reunion of two brother and sister by blood solve a case bring justice for 3 countries . that's one only lila Rossi . Ceo of black trades Gris et or technology and enterprises and l'ange des cieux another CEO of Wayne and Drake enterprises a billionaire will they dominate the world or not . A singer named Le labyrinthe . you know what Tim has a big role in reunion of two bro and sis by everything but blood solve a case bring justice for 3 countries . that's one only lila Rossi claims to be NMHW and it's achievements of this one surely gonna kill. Claiming to be her infront of her is dangerous well.

Marinette/Nettie -Ceo of black trades Gris et or technology and enterprises and l'ange des cieux

In English, black ,grey and gold trades and enterprises

The angle of

(scream for the heavens you heathens)

HEAVENS

As fashion company name or pen name

#class salt #mlb x dc #maribat #adrien bashing #marinette x tim #timari #mlb #marinette dupain cheng #class blashing #original mps with extras #Chloe #Kagami #Luka #Nino #Alix #Kim #Max Nathalian Juleka

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spyranretailar · 8 months

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Heyhey! I was wondering if i could rq a fanfic with childe and he’s dating a reader where her younger siblings are like super spoiled. Like imagine that the reader is an orphan adn taking care of the younger siblings, however the younger siblings dont understand value of money and stuff? So like say the reader barely makes enough to put food on the table and the kids are mad at her for not getting a bigger house more toys and stuff ect.

How do you think childe would react? Do you think he would get mad at the reader’s siblings? After all the reader is his s/o. But do you think he would understand or?

Blamed for greed | Childe

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort (?)

Paring: Childe/Tartaglia x reader

Warning (s): -

Helloooo! First and foremost, thank you for the request, I apologize for taking so long to answer. And what a splendid idea! I think Childe would be understanding on both the children and the readers behalf, but won't excuse the siblings behaviour. (To put it briefly)

Side note: I don't know why I added that last part, it's cute tho, it's cute

(s/n)= sister's name

Edit: i never realised how BAD this was, I fixed it up a bit.

Posted on: 13/ February/ 2022

Once Childe had finally arrived to his lover's home, (y/n)'s siblings jumped in excitement, running to the door to greet their awaited guest of honour, blinding smiles spread across their tiny faces. Childe chuckled as the young children latched on to him, bombarding him with all sorts of questions.

"You guys! What did we say about manners?" (Y/n), crossing their arms over their chest.

"It's quite alright! I don't mind them at all." Childe gave a reassuring smile towards them before kneeling down to meet the children's eyes.

"Are you (y/n)'s husband??" The little girl asked. By the looks of it, she seemed about 9 or 10 years old. (Y/n) visibily jolted at the girl's unannounced statement. They stammered to correct her, but Childe cut them off with an amused laugh.

"One day, kid." He ruffled her hair, causing her smile to grow wider.

"What's this?" Another one of (y/n)'s siblings asked, poking at the blue-coated amulet attached to his attire. He was a boy, 8 years old it seemed.

"That's a vision! A hydr- erm, water vision! it gives me magical powers" He elaborated, detaching the vision from his belt and showcasing it the children. The 3 children gawked at the mystical item, their eyes glimmering at it. (Y/n) giggled under their breath.

"So you can control the sea?!" The youngest one out the three exclaimed in disbelief. Childe grinned at his innocence.

"You use your powers to save people! Like a superhero, right!?" The girl leaped towards him, clinging her arms around his neck.

"Indeed!" He fed her fantasies with a wide grin.

"I want a vision!" The young boy announced.

"Yeah! I want a vision, too!" The other demanded.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Please buy us a vision! Pleeeeease!" The girl begged, her other two brothers standing behind her, looking at their older sibling with pleading gazes. (Y/n) sweat a little, a floppy smile on their face. They weren't sure if they should tell them now or save it for when they grow a little older.

"W-well, I'm sorry, but visions aren't something that can be bought. They're something that you earn-"

"Why not?!" The boy pouted, cutting them off.

"You never get us anything pretty! It's no fair!" The girl whined, crossing her arms with a heavy frown. Childe's smile slowly faded as the argument escalated greater than he thought it would. He wasn't expecting their reaction. of course, he knew they would whine a bit but not to this extent.

"Ok! That's enough! We'll discuss this later, but now let's go eat dinner, I prepared something real nice today." (Y/n) clasped their hands together. Their siblings sulked for a few minutes, it didn't take long for their joyful smiles to return once they laid their eyes on the dinner table.

(Y/n) grinned happily as they watched their siblings quickly devour their dishes then proceed to ask for more, food still stuffed in their mouths.

"Slow down, now. You don't want to end up with a stomachache." Childe chuckled at the impatient toddlers. (Y/n) and Childe happily Conversed with each other, occasionally taking a few bites from their plates whilst the young kids munched down on their food. (Y/n) was in a state of ease, it seemed the day was going rather smoothly. Their siblings hadn't thrown any tantrums for the day, and they hopefully wouldn't, at least in their lovers presence.

"You know, all my friends have those cool-looking kites, even every kid in town has one." The girl suddenly spoke, interrupting (y/n) and Childe's conversation. (Y/n) pursed their lips together, knowing what's yet to come.

"Everyone keeps asking to see mine..." guilt began to bubble up inside of them "You promised to get us one!" She shot, her eyes full of anger towards her older sibling.

"I told you I'd buy you one when we have enough money, (s/n)" they kept their composure.

"Why don't we have enough money?!" The youngest boy argued.

"It's not as easy as it sounds." The three sibling's brows furrowed simultaneously at their words. They've heard it time and time again, and have gradually grown sick of it. They didn't want to look poor in front of their friends. They were tired of feeling embarrassed whenever their friends asked why they didn't own the toys in trend or didn't have any expensive clothes.

"No! I bet it is! You're just lazy!"

"(S/n)-!"

"All my friends' older siblings always buy them stuff and take them places, why don't you do the same for us!?"

"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE THE WORST SIBLING IN THE WORLD!!" The girl cried, standing up from her seat. Pain flashed across (Y/n)'s face, their eyes stinging with clear hurt. Childe's eyes widened at her bitter statement, his mouth falling agape.

"that is no way to speak to your older sibling!" Childe finally snapped, causing everyone to whip their heads towards him.

"Your sibling has been working day and night and night and day again just to get food on the table for you three, they do everything in their will and power to make you three happy. I understand it must hard for you but it's 10 times harder for (y/n). All they want to do is see a smile on your faces. They are the best older sibling you could ever wish to have. You should be grateful for having them as your older sibling." The girl stiffened, speechless. After a few moments of weighing silence, she walked away from the table and stomped her way into her room, slamming the door behind her. Her two other siblings followed suit, scrambling angrily into their shared bedroom.

(Y/n) let out a long exhausted sigh as they laid their head on the table. Their boyfriend moved to their side, comfortingly running his hand up and down their back.

"Don't worry, they might be mad now but they'll come around soon enough." He reassured.

"Thank you. I just want them to be happy. I don't think I'm pushing myself hard enough as their caregiver." Their fist clenched, frustrated at themselves.

"No, dear. You're doing amazing." He planted a kiss on their cheek. They glanced at him, flashing him a grateful grin.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean for things to go out of hand like that."

"It's alright. It wasn't your fault anyway."

A few minutes had passed and the couple were still sitting at the dining table, their meals long forgotten due to the messy event. Childe was advising (y/n) on how to deal with their siblings, he even offered to speak to them and talk some logic into them, but (Y/n) quickly shut the idea down, they thought logic wouldn't work well with kids, not their sinlings, at least.

"(Y/n)..." The two partners turned their heads towards the girl who had her hands behind her back and her face facing the ground shamefully. By her side were the other two kids, fidgeting with their hands or the hem of their shirt.

"I'm really sorry I called you a bad sibling. It was wrong of me." She kept her eyes downcast. (Y/n) blinked at her.

"I told you they'd come around." Childe winked at them.

"We didn't mean to make you sad!" The boy exclaimed, slightly tearing up.

"You're fine kiddos, I'm not upset or mad at you at all." They kneeled down before them and enveloped them in a hug, in which they ingulfed themselves in joyfully.

"We're really REALLY sorry! Please forgive us." (Y/n) gawked at them, taken aback by their apology. They've threw tantrums before, many, however, they had never tried to apologize. Until now, that is. (Y/n) felt a smile tug at their lips as rhey stood up from their seat, receiving a gentle pat on the back from Childe.

"Hey, how about we all walk around the city for a bit. I'll buy you all anything you want! My treat!" Childe announced gingerly. A toothy grin spread across his features. The siblings cheered in excitement as they ran into their rooms to put on their clothes.

(Y/n) stepped closer towards Childe and pulled him in by his waist, gifting him a kiss on his lips which lasted longer than intended. They pulled away from each other and smiled, allowing silent love to speak for it self.

#genshin impact #tartaglia genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #fluff #genshin impact x reader fluff #daisy also loves romantic love #l-f #tartaglia angst #childe x reader #childe genshin impact #genshin impact fic #hurtcomfot #gn! reader

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ihassheepquake · 2 years

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DC's Batwoman 3.09 "Meet Your Maker" has aired on the CW and I'm here to talk about it

I will talk about how much I love Pam's costume til the end of the earth.

DIGGLE!! How the fuck does Diggle know Jada Jet??

Love the dig at the way horror films treat black characters. Also nice that one of the writers of this episode, Maya Houston, is a black woman. Which I mention because I wouldn't be surprised if most of the writing team and the directors weren't black though I'll admit I haven't done the research to back that up.

Okay, Dig knows Jada because he used to work for her company it seems. I'm assuming before Arrow.

People keep bringing up that Joker disappeared years ago, along with Batman, and I'm convinced that Bruce killed him and then left because of it. Despite the fact that none of the Robin's have been mentioned, my exact theory is that Barbara was shot and paralyzed, within a month or so later Jason was killed, both by Joker, and Bruce actually did lose it and go kill him. And then he fucked off because he doesn't want to become that dark thing he's always been scared of Batman becoming.

I like Pam and Renee. They're kinda cute. And I like how they've really committed to just how powerful Ivy actually is. Pair these two with the incredible dynamic of Mary and Alice, and we've got a party!

Will Ryan and Sophie finally get together by the end of this season? I don't want see them get the Flash/Arrow treatment and have it take years and years.

Does Luke really thing putting some boards over the door is going to stop Ivy? Cause it won't.

Whoever plays Renee is great and I love her. She sells this sense of guilt, regret, love, and longing so beautifully.

The Batteam just hanging out in this random cabin in the woods. Where they are totally not safe from Ivy and her wrath. This is totally going to end well.

Yes Ryan & Sophie getting their heads out of their asses and having a serious talk. "I don't know what I want" girl what you want is to kiss her. And cut off by a killer vine sucking Sophie through the chimney, oh excellent. See? Totally safe.

Love that Alice's first instinct is to beat the shit out of Ivy with a tire iron. She cares about Mary, how sweet. They're sisters your honour.

I'll admit, Jada has a heart. But I still don't like her.

Mary def just murdered that guy. But Renee finally doing the right thing?

It's kinda funny watching Ryan try to stealthily walk in a metal truck.

Ryan and Sophie were finally making progress and now they're fighting again. But they did bond, so yay?

OMFG THEY FINALLY KISSED!!!!

If you ask me, this talk with his dad's grave is exactly what Luke needed to be ready. And something, probably weather, fucked with the service provider I get these episodes from so I didn't get to see all of Dig and Luke's talk.

Alice finally figuring out that what's happening to Mary isn't good?? Renee showing Pam that she can't be controlled. Renee finally getting her head out of her ass?? Mary and Pam finally meeting! I'm kind of surprised that Pam getting "revived" or whatever she said by Mary didn't, you know, kill Mary. But that's good I guess.

Next week looks really promising! Alice teams up with the Bats, our first look at how powerful Pam really is. Things are kicking into gear, we've only got four episodes left this season. I've said it before, I'll say it again, I think this half-season format is really good for Batwoman. Works great for Batwoman, is amazing for Stargirl, I think it's been working for Legends idk I haven't watched that in a while. Maybe this should be the format for these shows.

I'll see you all next week with DC's Batwoman 3.10 "Toxic"

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 9 months

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💡- What’s a idea you’ve enjoyed but never/couldn’t write?

🍤 - Who do you mostly write for (going “[someone] would enjoy this!” when writing)

💿 - Which character is most likely to have a terrible sleep schedule?

🔔 - What compliment meant the most to you regarding your writing? (offline or online)

🏳️ - Favorite way you have described something in your works

🔗 - What has been your favorite dynamic to write for? (romantic or platonic)

🥫 - What’s a scene you’ve really enjoyed working on?

💡 What's an idea you've enjoyed but never wrote//couldn't write?

Sea Three going on the Isle of the Doomed!

I mean. I did write it. Kinda. But there were more people and AU background and I'd like to write it again, thank you.

They'd go looking for CJ when she vanished, still, because it's a good motivation. However, I can't figure out a good trap for Gil, so I'm stuck.

Also Anthony doing Harriet's hair. I think it'd be neat.

💿 - Which character is most likely to have a terrible sleep schedule?

All three Hooks, Uma, probably Mal.

There is a bet going on about whether the Facilier sisters are sleeping at all.

Carlos while living in Hell Hall for reasons called "Cruella is crazy and time is fake."

Ben if someone didn't force him to stop working and/or studying at eleven in the evening at most.

Audrey sticks to her sleep schedule religiously to pretend she has everything under control and Fairy Godmother gives Jane lights out at ten o'clock sharp.

🔔 - What compliment meant the most to you regarding your writing? (offline or online)

Let me just:

And about every single comment @dragoneyes618 ever wrote me ✨

Unrelated to Descendants, someone once told me „I wouldn't be afraid to offer this to a publishing house.“ (We then met once and they said they loved my stories and it was the sweetest thing ever) (it was an original story, just to be clear.)

🏳️ - Favorite way you have described something in your works

...I don't think I'm describing stuff all that much?

I think this scene is neat, though, and I apologize for the length:

It only takes one visit to her room for her to get all she needs, her hands doing their tasks completely on autopilot. Unsteered.

Take the dagger, CJ, tuck it to your belt. Then the other one. And another. Don’t forget your sabres. The boxers, for when you feel like you want to punch something – you do want punch something, don’t you? Someone? Their bones cracking under your knuckles, their hot blood splattering all over you?

You do know that a few cracked faces won’t miraculously heal broken reality, don‘t you?

…Yes, that goes for skulls and spines too.

CJ’s own skull throbs violently, she wants to go to Harriet and make her tell her that everything will be okay, even if it’s a lie.

Somehow, explosives find a way to her bag.

Oh, who is she kidding? She knows full well how they got there, and she knows how she wants to use them, too. Her fingers just itch to zap the lighter and throw the gotten-on-black grenades with all her might.

Watch the world burn.

But not yet.

She knows who has to pay first. Who else should it be than the king that condemned her siblings to death for the mere crime of being born?

The atrocities afterwards do not count.

Old king or new king, CJ doesn‘t care anyway.

The old king and his family, the woman who set up the shimmering Barrier of CJ’s childhood prison and her siblings’s mausoleum, all the people who turned a blind eye to the Isle for the last two decades.

The entire royal council, yeah, sure, why not.

Go big or go home.

CJ laughs hysterically as she walks through the front gate of Auradon Prep, straight to the Castle Beast.

I'm also obsessed with this fic (claudine/huma) a normal amount.

Plus, for some reason, the mental image from this fic brings me so much joy: Ginny and Maddy sitting together on the floor, Ginny playing with her own hair while Maddy plays with her doll, raking her nails through its hair. They're so cute, your honour.

🔗 - What has been your favorite dynamic to write for? (romantic or platonic)

Harry Hook/Uma

Harriet & Harry & CJ

Harriet Hook/Anthony Tremaine/Ginny Gothel

Claudine Frollo & the pirate crews. Particularly Harry and Uma. No I will not shut up about them. It can be your problem.

✨ What's a scene you've really enjoyed working on?

Probably every single Hook siblings reunion scene. Which I wrote a normal amount of.

#disney descendants #ask

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walpurga-nacht-academy · 2 years

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WNA HALLOWEEN - THE GREAT HIDE & SEEK HUNT!

HALLOWEEN INTERVIEW - DIANA ARROW

SCENE I

[footsteps]

ALKIN: ... Those were the children of Monarchia. Chasing after... that child of Night Raven?

Just what is happening here... ?

[door opens]

DIANA: Alkin.

ALKIN: As sharp as ever... and as blunt. You have certainly taken to me being in human form, have you?

DIANA: It's still you. Regardless of form.

ALKIN: Hm, that might be so... but to think you'd grasp it so quickly...

DIANA: Observation is my forte.

ALKIN: Indeed... Then perhaps you might explain to me the odd occurrence that greeted me when I came here?

DIANA: Hm?

ALKIN: The children of this dorm were chasing after a child of Night Raven. That is a most peculiar manner of holding an event. Just what has happened here?

DIANA: Ah - That was my little brother's doing.

ALKIN: Your little brother?

DIANA: Mm. Floyd, he came here with Azul and Jade. Somehow they managed to make it here together even though Floyd was being very loud. Then he wanted to pick a fight.

ALKIN: Pick a fight? With you?

DIANA: Mm. He said he got bored while being chased around, and wanted to give fighting a go. I told him I had to work. Then he kicked the cradle.

ALKIN: ... What a spoiled child, to cause so much grief... I assume the Tomte interfered?

DIANA: No. I kicked him out.

ALKIN: ... And he listened to you.

DIANA: Some animals respond only by force. My little brother has still to win against me. He's very cute but I still need to make sure to discipline him properly.

ALKIN: [sighs] They say the law of the jungle is absolute, after all.

DIANA: Mm. My little brother. My little sisters. They're all very cute so I love them dearly. But I had to scold him since he ruined the cradle.

ALKIN: That is the centrepiece of this scene, as I am made to understand. No wonder you were upset when it was smashed.

DIANA: No. It's not that.

ALKIN: ?

DIANA: My little sisters worked hard to make sure the stage was set. They were very proud of their work. As pack leader, I have to look after their efforts.

ALKIN: ... What a sincere way of doing things.

DIANA: Mm. Azul said the same. He offered to fix it, for a price, but I told him it was fine. I would take responsibility for it. It's my duty.

ALKIN: I see.

DIANA: Jade said something cute though.

ALKIN: Oh?

DIANA: When I told Azul I would take care of it, Jade commented that having a resourceful spouse was a good thing. It made Azul stammer and turn red.

ALKIN: ... So that is your understanding of cute.

DIANA: He's always cute. But I think he's cuter when he's honest.

ALKIN: So, a difficult partner, I see...

DIANA: It's the way he is. I don't think I should change him like that.

ALKIN: Thus you choose to accept him as he is.

A rather sincere devotion to your dorm. More so than the others so far. This spirit would have amused Astra as well.

DIANA: Loss is always hard to deal with.

ALKIN: That is true.

SCENE II

ALKIN: Then - the theme of your exhibition?

DIANA: Mm. It's loss.

ALKIN: ... Not a very festive take. It seems that you differ here, after all.

DIANA: Maybe. But it's the version I feel fits the best with this sort of situation. No matter what happens, or how much time passes, the loss of a loved one continues to haunt. I don't think it would be different for the bride either.

ALKIN: ... Perhaps. But why is the cradle there? There was no mention of pregnancy in the original tale, after all.

DIANA: ... It's a memory I wanted to honour.

ALKIN: A memory?

DIANA: Back home, there was a friend whose mate went missing. We searched through the savanna, but in the end, we couldn't locate him anywhere. It was like he had vanished. Poachers, probably. She grieved for him for a long time - so much she lost her litter.

It was then when she died. She couldn't go on anymore.

ALKIN: A friend... a beast.

DIANA: They are my family.

I made sure to bury her in a sunny place. I think that made her happy. They could all be together now.

ALKIN: What an optimistic way of looking at things.

DIANA: That ghosts are around, it must mean there's more than this world around us. Couldn't there be someplace where they're all happy together then? That's what I like to believe at least.

ALKIN: ... It could indeed be a comforting thought.

DIANA: Mm.

SCENE III

ALKIN: I suppose that you did not really celebrate Halloween either as a child? There cannot be a reason for animals to engage in such a thing, after all.

DIANA: Mm. I didn't - mostly.

ALKIN: Mostly? So there were indeed times when you did engage in such a thing?

DIANA: When I was younger, my dad made me go once with my brothers around the neighbourhood. We were supposed to beg for candy.

ALKIN: Trick or treating?

DIANA: Mm. We were all dressed up - and I got scolded when I tried to take off my costume. My oldest brother held my hand the entire time, and I had to hold my youngest brother's hand too. We never let go of each other.

ALKIN: That was to prevent you from running off, I assume?

DIANA: Mm. Dad said that I'm human so I should do things that humans do... But...

ALKIN: But?

DIANA: During this time, there's a lot of animals that are said to bring bad luck to people. Especially bats.

There's a legend of a bat beastman who used to hunt people in the forests. We were always told never to stray too far into the wilderness as kids because of that.

ALKIN: A rule that you broke.

DIANA: ... I was in no danger. My father and mother looked after me, and my siblings too would make sure to not lose sight of me.

And the legend was just a legend after all.

ALKIN: I see.

DIANA: But children have a vivid imagination. They like to pick on defenceless creatures - or even their own kind. There used to be a bat beastchild in our village. On Halloween, we all went trick or treating and found him pushed around by some of the older kids.

They said he brought bad luck. So they kicked him around.

ALKIN: ... Hmph. Human cruelty is not something to be taken lightly.

DIANA: Mm. Even so, I still won.

ALKIN: ... You won?

DIANA: I fought them.

ALKIN: ?!

DIANA: They weren't used to that. But my oldest brother scolded me. So after that year, I could skip out on begging and sleep under the night sky with my father and mother.

ALKIN: ... The beasts.

DIANA: My family.

ALKIN: ... Thus the story you wanted to tell today.

DIANA: Mm.

I hear footsteps coming here. There will be guests. You need to leave.

ALKIN: ... Of course. I will see myself out then.

[door closes]

ALKIN: ... As wild as the Mistress. Perhaps this is what they mean when they say that nature is ever-lasting. No matter how much you attempt to change things, they will always come back to the same point.

But Arrow seems to realize this as well. She is a sharp one after all.

... It's like I'm seeing you again, Louisa.

#walpurga nacht academy #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twist #twist oc #twisute #twisute oc #diana arrow #azul ashengrotto #alkin #floyd leech #jade leech #octavinelle #monarchia #wna halloween event

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the-revenging-angel · 3 years

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JacobBlackXfem-human

Part Two

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Hello Everyone

How is everyone today/tonight? Good I'm hoping.

So I did chapter two and I am so thankful for all the support I've been receiving from everyone thank you all so much!!!!!!!.

I'm slowly figuring this out, slowly. But I'm pretty happy with my writing here, I thought people would wanna know about my characters little past so wala.

Feedback is always appreciated and ideas or suggestions about what to do after the Jacob Black series, I would be honoured to listen.

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"How is he?" I ask with a smile looking out the window to the dirt-covered construction site as I see Jacob moving logs out of the way for the machines. "Incredible, I've never had such a strong young man and such a hard worker as well, he's doing great" Lucas laughed when sitting down rubbing a damp cloth over his skin to collect the sweat and cool him.

"That's great" I praise turning my body fully towards him, Kiki walks into the trailer closing the metal door with a loud bang as her shoes are rubbed into the brown mat. "You're not gonna believe what I heard" she practically screamed as Lucus and I share a look for his eldest daughter of three.

"What-" "Bianca proposed to Roy!" She squealed and Lucus stared at her in shock on finding out his second youngest asked a man to marry her. "Your joking" I gasp out, shock covering my features as Lucus slapped his forehead. "Daddy it's not that bad, he said yes" she squealed and I smile, "good for them" I smile and Kiki brings her phone into view to show me the engagement ring that Bianca got for Roy.

"It's lovely" I compliment the silver band, "it's plain but the silver used is from-" I block out the conversation as I turn back to the window, I soon hear Lucus's voice start speaking but ignore it as I watch Jake, his eyebrow knit together in concentration as he looks at the plans before ordering others.

His eyes look away from the planned parchment and up around to see his surroundings before his chocolate brown meet my leafy green and he smiles "lunch?" I mouth, he nods with a small smile, I look away before closing the curtain letting out a small giggle. "What are you giggling about?" Asked Kiki, eyebrow raised as Lucus turns to me.

"I'm treating Jake to lunch," I tell her walking towards my bag, "I'm happy for you" she cooed and my eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean?" I ask and she rolls her eyes "have you noticed how he looks at you? It's as if you're the only girl on the entire planet like nobody else exists between you too not to mention you live together and hang together and you check on him all the time, god you're more married that my sister and she proposed"

I roll my eyes "it's just lunch" I pick up my bag and turn to Lucus who laughs "go on, take my best worker" he grumbled and I laugh walking over to kiss his red cheeks before pulling back "thanks Lucus, I promise I'll return him safe and sound with a full belly" he nods and I pull back before opening the metal door and walking down the small wooden steps. Wolf whistles echo around the Site and I roll my eyes "back to work!" I yell having a few snickers before going back to work as I see Jacob glaring at most.

"Here to take me away?" He asked when I got close, I laugh wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifts me off the ground. "Yes, we'll travel far away to where food is warm and old chipped leather seats are many" he laughs before placing me on the ground for a second before lifting me over his shoulder and holding me as he starts to March through the dirt-covered site.

I roll my eyes "Jake" l sigh but he just walks out of the site as people watch as with a brow quirked. "So where is this land of old chipped leather?" He asked, "simply follow the yellow brick road" I tease back before he places me down and I link arms with him as we start down the cement path.

"How's the job? I know it's not the best-" "it's great" I release a breath and look up at him with a smile. "Lucus and Kiki have been my family for a long time," I tell him looking ahead again as we turn a corner. "Can I ask about your parents?" He asked, his hand wraps around the mind to intertwine our fingers.

"Murdered, they were apart of the Seattle massacre, drained of blood on date night," I tell him, his eyes widen "they had business there and we're gone for almost a month before I got a call from the head detective" he squeezes my hand. "That must have been hard" I nod "but Kiki and Lucus with their family are where I belong now" he nods "I'm thankful they were there for you when I wasn't" I elbow him.

"You didn't know me then" we round the corner to see Emerald's diner. "I heard the guys talking about this" he muttered, I nod "Emeralds was destroyed in a fire and because I knew the owner Lucus built it back up again" his eyebrows furrow "knew the owner?" He questioned, I nod "Emerald was a good woman, she died during the fire leaving everything to her daughter Ruby who now runs the diner while also raising her daughter Opal" he laughs.

"Emerald, Ruby and Opal?" I nod before letting go of his hand having his head snap to look at our hands as I pull away before interlocking our fingers again and swinging them as we walk through the busy parking lot of the diner. "I know but it's cute" he smiles. We reach the door and he opens it for me "do you want kids?" He asked I smile at the last behind the counter as she went to grab the menu's "of course, I want a lot of kids" he stares at me.

"Why?" We sit down at a booth across from each other as I tap the table "cause I want one of those big families" he raises a brow "you know those ones were they always have to count the kids to make sure they're all there" I look up to his eyes and his lips part as he stares into mine.

"Could you imagine finding someone who you loved more than anything and they loved you but then creating something that's half of you and half of the person you cherish more than anything in the world and then watching it grow up as it relies on you?" He looks into my eyes before down at the table "Yeah, I could" he muttered.

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"Why does Kiki work at the bar if her dads pretty well off? She could be anything?" I smile softly handing him the bowl as I sit down on the couch beside him turning my body to him as my legs fold in beneath me and as I start to eat. "Kiki's mother and Lucus met at a bar" he nods, scooping into his stew.

"She feels close to her when there" he raises a brow, "why are you working at the bar?" I smile softly into my stew "I'm studying Philosophy and folktales" he raises a brow "I'm surprised your not a doctor or something" I laugh before placing my bowl down on the coffee table and walking to the small desk next to the front door of my apartment, opening the drawer and bringing out the folder.

I tip tow back to the couch and hand the folder to him, he raises a brow before taking it as I take his now-empty bowl and place it down before grabbing mine and starting to scoop the hot meat and vegetables into my mouth. "Are these yours?" He asked bewildered, I smile "I'll try not to take offence" I laugh, he goes through the certificates of majors I've accomplished.

"Psychology, law- is that engineer?" I nod, "why don't you work these jobs?" I look down at the stew "I love knowledge, the knowing and learning of it all, I don't want to be one thing I want to be many things and I want to try and understand the world" he smiles, grabbing my hand and placing a kiss to my knuckles having my cheeks turn red. "You're so-" "limited edition?" I smile, he chuckles.

"I was going to say perfect," I roll my eyes, "don't tell Lucus, he'd brag about me to everyone"

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What does everyone think? If you are confused or unsure of something please let me know and I will explain it to you.

I was also thinking I should do the layout of Kathy's apartment, what do you guys think?

Your lovely writer

Bethany

#jacob black #Twilight #jacob black imagine #jacobblack #Story #Part2 #Series #twilight series #Love

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