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staytinyville · 7 months

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ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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Warning: none, next couple chapters a bit lot.

A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz). IT IS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY (10/16) I went to the zoo and had a great time. However I did start to feel down. But I remembered I still had you guys to tell me all about what you think of my stories lol

While you were left to clean up the rest of the breakfast dishes, you allowed the boys to go about doing their daily chores. You kept an eye on Jongho, who had asked the boys to move him outside of his tent for the day. There were some arguments and snarls coming from him as San and Yunho dragged him out.

“Hello, Honey.” You looked up to give Yeosang a smile.

“Hi, Yeosang.” You answered him.

“I see you're feeling better.” He spoke up, getting closer to you. “Would you take a walk with me?” He asked, nodding his head out of the camp.

You placed the last of the dishes away, drying your hands on your slacks. “I'd love to.” You skipped over to him, linking your arms together.

You both quietly walked along the trees, slowly moving to find a place where you both could enjoy the nature that surrounded you. He had led you to the spring where you had showered yesterday, making room on the rocks at the shore to sit.

“Is everything okay?” He asked you when you both got settled.

“Yeah.” You gave him a confused smile. “Why wouldn't it be?”

“Can I be frank?” You gave him a nod. “I know about you and the boys.”

You tried not to think the worst, but it was the first thing you could think of. They were a band of friends who probably told each other about everything. While you knew they weren’t going to talk about you in any negative way, your first thought was that maybe they felt you were leading them on.

Mingi had been the only one to explain to you that they always spoke about you together but talking about it with one of them was much different. You cared deeply about what they all thought of you, so having Yeosang start up the conversation about kissing the other boys really made you anxious.

“Should I think the worst?” You took a deep breath.

“From me?” He smiled at you. “Not at all. You're worried about what we will think, aren't you?” He added.

“Every one of you has tried to tell me not to worry about it, but I do.” You told him.

Yeosang took a moment to think over what to ask you. It had been a while since he had gone back to his real home. But he knew that the world viewed these kinds of things as nothing sort of strange. This was a different place that didn’t understand how the feelings of people worked. Especially not women.

“Is it because you don't think it's right or because others don't?” He asked you.

You immediately turned to him. It seemed like all the boys knew what you wanted, but were holding back. They weren’t going to judge you. They weren’t going to call you names, you already knew all that. And hearing it from them only made you start to think they were right.

“Do you think it's okay? To feel what I feel?” You asked.

Yeosang’s lips turned up in a smile. “Where I'm from, there is no limit to the kind of love you can feel. People who judge you still because no matter what you do there will always be that one person.” He explained.

He suddenly looked into the water in front of you both, looking lost in thought. “Maybe it's not common yet, but that doesn't mean it's not real. You should follow what your heart wants.”

“But what about you?” You asked him.

“What about me?” He laughed lightly. “I only want what's best for you.”

You sighed, thinking back to your family. You could only think about how crazed they were at the moment, trying to find you. There was an anxious feeling building up in your chest every time you were reminded of how you left your family.

You hadn’t told any of them anything, you knew they were probably hysteric. But you couldn’t face them yet, not when it was still fresh in your mind what they were thinking about you. Here these boys were supporting you much better than your family when you started to change your outlook on life.

“That's more than what I can say about my family.” You pulled your knees up to your chest.

“I'm sure they want the same.” Yeosang spoke up. “If you tell them, maybe they'll understand-”

“I seriously doubt it!” You scoffed. “They-They called me names.” Your bottom lip trembled as you thought about what your dad had called you. “They would rather believe in others than their own daughter. As if I haven't spent my entire life doing what I'm told. Being the good daughter everyone wants.”

Tears started to build up in your eyes, so you aggressively wiped at them.

“This isn't about your feelings, is it?” Yeosang asked, shifting closer to you.

He brought his arm around you, pulling him down into his chest. Your legs stretched out, rubbing your cheek against his shirt as you got comfortable.

“It was at first.” You began. “I believed their name calling-made myself think that they were right.” Your lips trembled from the smile wanting to make its way onto your face.

You thought about the boys and how they all seemed to take care of you. Seonghwa and Wooyoung always teased you, but you find it endearing. It made you blush and become shy, but you didn’t want to hide from their words. Yeosang and San both always knew what to tell you. They made sure you always spoke what was on your mind and didn’t bottle it up.

Yunho and Mingi were there to protect you from harm. One saved your life literally, while the other wanted to keep you from shutting down mentally. And Hongjoong and Jongho, while they didn’t want to see you live the life they had, they showed their own ways of caring. They were hard on you, but they still couldn’t find themselves to part with you.

“But I can't hide what I feel; what I want to feel. After speaking with all of you, it changed to me, realizing that they truly sided with nobodies.” You sniffled.

‘It's a different time.” Yeosang squeezed your shoulder. “There are a lot of things that create chaos just because one person spreads a rumor that isn't true.” He huffed, rolling his eyes. “I think you should still talk to them. Maybe they'll understand you better if they know how you feel. It's a parent's job to take care of their children. Until the very end.”

You looked up at him, being reminded that his family was one of the richest in the entire country. He had everything in the palm of his hands, and yet he was running around as a secret criminal.

You wondered why it was he left his family to do what he did. You were sure he enjoyed it–all of them expressed it multiple times, they wouldn’t want to do anything else. But here he was talking about family when he left his own.

“Are yours still taking care of you?” You spoke out loud.

“Not anymore.” He shook his head sadly. “I love my family just as much as the next. But sometimes you have to tell them the truth in order to grow.”

Would telling your own the truth fix the problems you had? Or would it only create more by having them think the rumors about you were true?

“Is that what you did?” You asked.

“I did.” Yeosang looked down at you.

Your eyes drifted to his birthmark, wanting to reach out and trace it at that moment. “Is that why you're with the boys?”

“They wanted things from me that I didn't.” Yeosang explained. “I wanted to be my own person.” He sighed and turned back to look at the water.

Yeosang had hidden feelings over his parents that you knew you wanted to know more about. The rich you knew in Cromer were all people who seemed stuck up and had their noses up-turned. They didn’t care about the well-being of others and allowed their greed in money to be their downfall from society.

Was that how Yeosang’s family was? Yeosang was nothing like those people. He worked for what he wanted–he strived to reach that point. Yeosang was a person who knew hard work was what made the reward so much better.

“Don't let that change your mind.” He quickly told you. “Your parents are not mine. They seem to really care about you. I'm sure they'll change their minds.”

You grew up with parents who cared for each other and gave their kids the best things life had to offer. They did always work themselves to the bone, but in your eyes they were your role models because they still tried their best to spend time with their children.

Even at the age where everyone else their age would start to become grandparents, they would still try to spend time with your youngest brother, who was 6. They weren’t giving up yet, but somehow it seemed like they gave up on you.

You knew you had to go back soon before they entered an early grave from trying to find you. You didn’t want to lose them, but you knew that if you needed to, you would have to leave them to find the person you truly wanted to be.

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siswritesyanderes · 3 years

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Hi! I’m curious: if you had to be the obsession of one yandere from each of your favorite fandoms, who would you choose and why?

Oh, that’s such a good question! I hope I don’t forget any fandoms. (Every time a question like this comes up, I forget all of my interests, lol.) I’m going to go ahead and include a lot of fandoms in this post, regardless of how much I like the thing itself. (I’m clarifying this because you said “favorite fandoms” and these aren’t necessarily my favorites, lol.) Boy, here’s hoping I don’t learn anything about myself, answering this question. Okay, in no particular order:

Harry Potter:

Okay, I’m thinking Newt or Tom Riddle. Newt is really good at caretaking, he’s soft-spoken, and I know from Les Mis that Eddie Redmayne is able to sing (which, in my mind, means Newt can and he’d sing lullabies). Meanwhile, Tom is powerful and, pre-Horcruxes, not too bad-tempered. He’s got followers, which is good for many reasons; he’s not sadistic like Bellatrix; on the whole, he’s a fairly balanced yandere with a surprising number of benefits.

Or Fred and George; they’re prodigies at what they do (They’re pretty much inventors); they’d be self-aware and fun as yanderes; and also they’re canonically kind of ruthless. Yeah, I think I’m settling on Fred and George for this one.

Twilight:

By the metric of appearance, Seth or Caius. But if I’m taking everything into consideration, maybe Demetri? His power has great yandere potential that would only backfire on me if I’d already escaped, which I probably wouldn’t manage anyway, since I’m a human. He’s high enough in the Volturi that I’d be safe from most everything, but not one of the main three, which is good because I think being Caius or Marcus’s mate would invite a lot of scrutiny from Aro (and he killed Didyme), and being Aro’s might invite sassiness from Caius; just generally, I wouldn’t want to get in on whatever bond they have unless it was a poly thing where they all cared about me. Also, I’d rather avoid Aro’s power if possible, though I suppose having him be yandere for me would be like empirical evidence that even my entire history of thoughts is attractive, which would boost my ego to an absurd degree. You know what, maybe Aro.

Then there’s also Benjamin, who has a chill personality, awesome power (especially since fire is the thing that kills vampires; being able to control it is like extra immortality on top of the existing immortality), and the innate freedom of not being a part of the Volturi. Yet, if he were to be recruited by the Volturi, you know he’d be as high-ranking as Demetri, if not higher. Again, safety. Demetri, Benjamin, or Aro, on the vampire side. (No Cullens, since they’ve actively provoked the Volturi and I don’t trust their ability to keep me safe. If Cullens were on the table, though, Jasper and Alice.)

Wolf-wise, I feel like Leah would be a really considerate and protective yandere, and since she’s the fastest of the wolves, I think she could get me out of most danger. Maybe Jared, since the only things I know about him are that he has a sense of humor and he can be SUPER manipulative (Like, that “Lee-lee” thing from Breaking Dawn was ruthless.), and that’s a valuable skill in a yandere’s tool belt. But ultimately I guess I would have to choose Jacob, since any of them would be physically unable to disobey him, even under yandere circumstances, so there’s no guarantee they would protect me no matter how much they wanted to. (Also I wouldn’t have to go through the turning process, if I’m with a wolf instead of a vampire.)

Final answer, Aro, Benjamin, or Jacob.

The Hunger Games:

Boy, I would say Snow, because I know he would pull strings for me and give gifts and stuff, but I also feel like he’d be kind of a selfish yandere. Like, he’d be kind when it’s convenient, but he’d ultimately be looking out for his own happiness. I love Finnick, but I feel like yandere traits for him would manifest too selflessly; like, I’d be worried about Finnick, as a yandere. Johanna “There’s no one left I love” Mason would be fiercely protective, but not worryingly selfless. She’d be clingy and spirited and probably beat some people up over me.

Divergent:

Definitely Peter! He stabbed a guy in the eye in canon! He’s got an intersection of creepy and pragmatic going on, kind of like a human version of Jasper from Twilight, but without the racial baggage. I get that a lot of people thirst after Eric, and Eric definitely has more power than Peter, but his personality doesn’t interest me.

Percy Jackson:

Percy or Leo. Powers and personalities are perfect for yandere. Nico and Will, if they’re bi; I’m not caught up on Trials of Apollo, so I’m not sure.

WAIT, maybe Reyna?? The confidence, the metal dogs...Yeah, Reyna is awesome, too.

Descendants:

Harry, Uma, and Gil as a unit. Just all three of them at once. They’re pirates, they’re already so steamy and intense about their relationships in canon (or Harry and Uma are, at least), and they’re all very attractive. If I had to choose one, I think Uma. Or Ben, since he’s a really nice guy with a strong moral compass, at least in the first movie (meaning a yandere interpretation of him would most likely become extreme in his morals, rather than corrupt), and he’s the king.

Detroit Become Human:

(I’m literally only making this a category because I find it unbelievable that any yandere Markus is characterized as, like, a rough and dominant yandere.) Markus was a caretaking android for an old man; he would be very loving, understanding, and supportive. His revolutionary energy is not turned against his loved ones. Nothing in canon suggests he would ever be rough with someone he loves. (Connor, meanwhile, is an android cop who is rough with his friends in canon, but lots of fan works characterize him as soft. Puzzling. Maybe uncomfortable, from a racial standpoint, since Markus is a man of color.)

Also, Ralph is the absolute perfect mix of well-meaning and delusional and intense. Ralph is perfect as a yandere. Why isn’t there more yandere Ralph?? I love Ralph.

And also Jerry, because he’s cheerful and there’s a lot of him. Just a thousand of this one guy, all in love with one person? Yandere gold.

Undertale:

Sans. Or Asgore. Let’s move on. 😅

Legacy of Orïsha:

Roën. Easy. Another pirate, with emotional intelligence and a sense of humor! Self-aware but with a loose moral compass. I love him.

Avatar: The Last Airbender:

Having thought it through, either Jet or Mai; Jet is a charming yet hot-headed rebel, and we’ve already seen what it’s like when he’s like when he takes his ideals to an extreme. He would absolutely flood a town for his loved one, which, now that I’m saying it, shouldn’t be phrased like a desired outcome, but we’re talking yandere here, so it’s fine.

Mai, meanwhile, would seem dry and casual while also doing the most. She would be satisfied with just sitting in silence, which is chill. And given her wealth, she might ‘gilded cage’ me. Then again, she’s not very forthcoming with praise or positivity in general.

Actually, yeah, just Jet.

MCU:

Listen, I really dislike Wanda in canon, but Wanda and Vision would be the best yanderes. Their powers, Wanda’s tendency to not take responsibility for her actions, there’s a lot there. And, like, she’s generally nice to people she cares about (and Vision is a Mjolnir-lifting sweetheart); she’s pretty much exactly right to be a yandere.

Maybe Nebula, since I want to give Nebula a hug and let her win at tic tac toe or something. She would fire the very biggest guns at anyone who made themself a threat to me, but one-on-one she’s so soft and frank and I love her.

(I want to say M’Baku because Winston Duke seems so lovely, but M’Baku the character seems too strict; we’ve never seen him with a loved one.)

Dandelion: Wishes Brought to You:

Jieun, in his good end, or Jisoo, in his bad end. Look, my friend got me into this game in high school; don’t look at me. Jieun is smart, psychic, very chill, and a king. Jisoo is practically the opposite. Both work very well as yanderes.

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fandom-go-round · 3 years

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I've got an idea for a threesome (not poly) that's been on my mind for a while, if you're okay with writing it! The reader (fem reader) is really cold during a trial on Ormond, against Frank. With two survivors dead and Jeff being her only teammate left they decide to find somewhere to huddle together to get warm. That ends up leading to a heated make out session (groping, grinding etc.). Frank eventually catches them in the act, and gets in on the action.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Implied Sex, Groping, Slight Manipulation to Having Sex

“Son of a bitch.” You swore under your breath, watching as Ash got lifted into the air. You shivered, rubbing your arms and keeping an eye out for Legion. The team was down to you and Jeff and with three generators left you didn’t think that you would be making it out of there. You froze as you felt your heartbeat began to race, keeping low as a shadow moved over your hiding spot. You watched Frank stalk off to the other side of the cabin, moving towards one of the gens.

Jeff was already working on the gen when you came over, gesturing for you to crouch by him. You raised an eyebrow, watching as he turned to you and frowned.

“Do you have a key?” You were shaking your head before he even finished asking the question. Jeff swore, frowning as he watched your hands shake. “Come on, let’s go find a place to warm up. I doubt we’re going to win this one.”

“We can try to find a chest if you want?” Jeff shook his head at your question, pulling you towards the central cabin. You tensed, not knowing if that was a good idea but Jeff took his time to check before going in.

“I already checked a few and they didn’t have any keys.” You sighed at his words, sitting by the fire and letting Jeff sit next to you.

“Damn it. Should we be trying the generators?” Your question made Jeff shrug.

“Do you think we can do all three?” You shrugged, rubbing your arms again. “Better to just loop him and make his life a nightmare.” You nodded, teeth beginning to chatter and you swore.

“Fuck I hate this place. It’s too damn cold.” Jeff snorted, shaking his head.

“It doesn’t help that you’re in shorts.”

“I didn’t pick my outfit!” You hissed, making sure not to yell. He snickered to himself, tugging you to sit between his legs.

“Come on, I’ll warm you up.” Any reply that you were going to make was cut off as Jeff began to rub your shoulders, his body radiating heat. You let him rub your back and arms for a while before you turn around and kiss him. This isn’t the first time this has happened but it’s the first time it’s happened during a trial.

Everything was a blur after that. Jeff’s mouth was hot against yours, biting and sucking at your neck as you straddled him. You grinded against him hard, moaning quietly as he reached around to take off your shirt. You reached down to undo his pants, freezing when you looked up to see Frank in the doorway. Jeff noticed you tense, turning half around and swearing.

“This is where you two have been? Fucking around?” Frank sounded more amused than upset, tapping his knife against his hand as he strolled over. Both of you refused to move, not wanting to make any sudden movements in case it sent Frank off.

“What else were we going to do?” Jeff finally spoke up, fingers tight on your hips. Frank hummed, reaching up to take his mask off. You inhaled sharply, the grin spreading over his face as he got closer.

“I can’t say I’m not annoyed with you two giving up but this does seem like more fun.” Frank started to shrug out of his jacket, adding it to the pile of clothing.

“Who said that you could join in?” Jeff scoffed and Frank raised his knife.

“Umm, this does? Unless you’d like to get running again?”

“It’s fine.” You spoke up, looking between the two of them. The boys shared a look before Frank laughed, quickly going over to you and kissing you hard. You moaned into his mouth, letting Frank pin you between the two of them. Clothing quickly began to come off and you didn’t complain, happily turning your attention between the two of them. At least you weren’t cold anymore.

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thecosmicjackalope · 4 years

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It’s probably not gonna happen but you know what would be amazing for next episode?

Kiteman leaves without saying anything to Harley or Ivy, who are then left comforting each other about the situation. Both feel like pieces of shit and both are confused about how to move on. Days pass. Weeks pass. As the city rebuilds itself, Kiteman is nowhere to be found and there’s a wall between Harley and Ivy. Everything between them is awkward now because Harley still wants to pursue Ivy but Ivy is riddled with guilt and is still confused about her feelings for Harley and for Kiteman. The crew suffers through the tension, moving between helping them get through their shit and trying to find Kiteman. Ivy wants to find him and so does Harley, but there is still an undercurrent of jealousy from Harley because Ivy’s focused on finding Kiteman and won’t even talk to her about the future and “what happens now.”

During all this, Gotham’s abuzz with gossip about what they have seen and everyone’s taking sides (like how we all are in the comments sections). There’s a good portion of the population that are hounding Harley and Ivy about their “new relationship”, some people are spitting on Harley and calling her a home wrecker (especially Kiteman’s parents, which would kind of be a nice little way to nod at the fact that despite being assholes they do still stand by him), Ivy has people who are talking about how glad they are that she’s dumped “that loser” which fills her with even more guilt, and everyone is laughing about Kiteman, with some wondering about where he is.

The scene shifts and we find Kiteman out of his costume, grounded, without his kite, blending in with everyone around him and succeeding because no one sans Ivy has seen him without his get up. He wanders from place to place, never really going anywhere, sometimes dropping by old spots where he and Ivy had some moments together. He’s not eating, he’s sleeping too much, living like he’s already dead. He walks by a wedding venue and sees the happy couple kiss and look into each other’s eyes lovingly.

He forces himself to look away.

Eventually he wanders into THE PIT or somewhere nearby, feeling low as dirt, lost, confused. He still hasn’t said a line since the episode started. He’s hanging out in the wreckage and the waste, he sees a kite, or perhaps a little harlequin doll, or something that reminds him of what he’s lost. And he snaps, and starts stomping on it and having a breakdown when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see that it’s Bane. Expecting Bane to attack him or do worse, Kiteman - or, “just Chuck” at this point - welcomes death. Bane refuses. In fact, he sits down with Kiteman and the camera and the audio pans and fades away respectively as they begin to have a long honest talk.

Back in the city of Gotham, Harley and Ivy have one big argument with a lot of their ugliest feelings bubbling up to the surface and bursting out. Very harsh words are exchanged. They separate, leaving behind the crew, lost, confused and hurt that three people they care about are suffering so much. Ivy goes to be alone in a place she loves, maybe an old greenhouse. Harley goes to a carnival or maybe some batting cages to practice her swing. Each of them respectively are confronted by different people who have something to say - Ivy is approached by Catwoman who “had a feeing she’d be at her usual spot” and Harley is confronted by Batgirl and Batman. They all talk.

Batman talks to Harley about relationships and responsibility and knowing what you want and listening to other people, going off of his own failed romances with Talia and Catwoman respectively, possibly even acknowledging a budding relationship with Wonder Woman or Superman (or both, as, in a hilarious twist, their incident with Ivy’s pheromones lead to them questioning their relationships with each other and trying to be a poly throuple). Batman closes the convo off with saying that Harley has to face the music for the people she’s hurt, but also says that he’ll be happy to see her with someone who treats her right and encourages her to listen to her heart. Harley admits that she feel like she doesn’t deserve love and Batgirl argues that yes she does. She thanks Harley for some of her good deeds, and especially for inspiring her to stand up for the person she loves (her dad) and be his hero, the hero that Gotham needed, while Batman was out. And she closes her end of the conversation by telling Harley that no matter what she chooses, she will stand by her decision. Harley smiles and hugs her, and humorously, Batman gets dragged into the hug and hates the whole experience.

In their own space, Catwoman and Ivy talk. Ivy vents to Catwoman about everything that’s gone down and all of her feelings and guilt and confusion about it, and for once, Catwoman listens, without fuss, without sarcasm, without a word at all. When Ivy admits that she thinks it’s over between them and that maybe it was doomed from the start, Catwoman talks about her romance with Batman, how she always expected it to be doomed, caused it to self destruct and how very deeply she regrets that she let him get away and didn’t try to actually fix the problems in their relationship. She admits that she’s lonely and that she lives her life alone and that she enjoys it, but that it doesn’t come without problems. It comes with regrets. It comes with emptiness. It comes with too heavy a price sometimes. And she encourages Ivy, in her own aloof, standoffish way, that if Ivy really feels like she has something special with Kiteman and Harley, she should pursue it. She should be honest with her feelings about both.

So Ivy and Harley run into each other, and they apologize and tell each other what they want. Harley wants Ivy, and also to take responsibility for how she did Kiteman dirty and wants to mend her friendship with him. Ivy admits she loves Harley and Kiteman both and wants to talk to them both to see if they can all pursue something together, namely, if Ivy is romantically with both, and if Kiteman and Harley are okay with that.

But first they have to apologize and take responsibility for what they’ve done.

At that moment, Kiteman enters the doorway. He’s wearing his uniform, he’s got his things. Ivy and Harley are relieved to see him, but somethings wrong. They can tell something is wrong. He walks past Harley like she’s not even there and he talks to Ivy and tells her that he’s leaving Gotham for another city, somewhere where he can start over, somewhere with lots of wind to soar majestically or something or other. Ivy asks him why and he finally finally lets out all his hurt feelings. Without yelling or raising his voice, he calls her out on all her bullshit, stating that if she had just respected and loved him enough to be honest, they could have worked through it. But she didn’t. And to him, that was unforgivable. He says something along the lines of “ive been a joke to everyone around me since the day I was born. But I thought, for once, I found someone who saw me for who and what I really was. A person. When I met you, I finally thought I found my match, my partner in crime who I could spend the rest of my life with, who would be with me no matter what. But I was wrong. In the end.... I was just a joke to you too.”

Ivy is hurt by this and tries to apologize but Kiteman says he’s made up his mind and he just came by for closure and to give her a proper goodbye. Harley tries to apologize, Kiteman ignores her but does tell the others he’s out of the crew and flies off.

He takes one last look behind him, but he doesn’t look at Ivy. He looks at Harley, not with hate, or anger, but bitter disappointment and betrayal. And it’s at this point that Harley truly realizes what she’s done.

Since You’ve Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson, aka Harley and Ivy’s trademark wedding song request, starts playing in the background as a sequence starts to play. Ivy and Harley drift apart. The rest of the crew - Frank, KS, Clayface and Sy - all struggle with the loss of Kiteman. If Harley was the brains of the group, Kiteman was the heart, and without him everything feels colder. Life in Gotham goes on. Villains fight heroes. People rebuild. College kids graduate, and Joker and his new girlfriend witness the kids perform at a school play, with all of his goons in the audience cheering them on. Bane continues helping others. Nora, Jennifer and Catwoman pay their respects to Dr Frieze and leave flowers on his grave before going out to dinner together as friends (and yes, they all have Cobb Squad tattoos on their arms). Riddler still does his riddles but has started teaching a class for cardio at a local gym and is deeply enjoying it. The only job Dr Psycho can get is running and operating a Ferris wheel ride at the local carnival, which, ironically, he’s good at and he actually kind of enjoys, if only because it’s easy money. He watches as a short little girl JUST misses the height test...and uses his powers to alter the sign so she can ride, just so she doesn’t know the crushing disappointment he felt when he was a kid. (Humorously, When she inevitably falls off the Ferris wheel later, he casually catches her with his powers and sets her back down on the ground without even looking up from the porn mag he’s browsing.) Batgirl and Gordon play videogames together until something comes onto the police radio, after which they race to the roof to meet Damien and Batman waiting for them in a jet. Damien shows a flicker of jealousy towards Barbara, but there’s clear implication that the two will form a strong sibling like bond. Batman smiles at Gordon and Gordon smiles at Batman.

Gotham rebuilds. Life goes on.

But in the very last scene, as the song comes to a close, the crew disbands, and Harley and Ivy separate, with heavy hearts and too much baggage between them for anything, even their friendship. King Shark goes back to the ocean, ready to throw himself into his loveless marriage. Clayface leaves for Hollywood, ever hopeful that maybe someday he can become a true thespian. Ivy takes Frank and Harley takes Sy. As Ivy and Frank look on with teary eyes, Harley gets into her car and drives off into the sunset, and leaves Gotham city limits while crying her heart out.

And that’s how the season ends.

#the harley quinn show #harley quinn #poison ivy #kiteman #spoilers #headcanons #harley quinn show

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sloppy-butcher · 4 years

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Ok,new follower here. So this blog is amazing,you writings are just beautiful. I hope I can become as good as you, beause I would like to open my own blog, but I always think my works are too bad. Anyways, I don't know if you write soulmates stuff, like your partner name is written on your body or thigs like that. If so, could you write something related with Joey and Frank sharing the same male sm reader? If you don't feel comfortable writing for three characters or for a male reader it's fine!

THANK YOU SO MUCH for your support T_T I love you so much! I encourage you to start that blog because the only way to get better is to try. and if you do start a blog, drop me that link babey

So i spent a hot minute finding which soulmate alternative universe would best fit your request since you didn’t specifically state which au you wanted. Well, i found a reaaallly interesting one. hope it’s okay

This AU states that soulmates share pain. If one is hurt the other shows their wounds or bruises. I think this will work well with Frank and Joey and a survivor!S/O. I have no problem writing for a male S/O (although i will probs just make this gender nuetral as i dont see gender really playing an important role in this (and i prefer gender nuetral tings)) or for three characters. i will have to write this in HeadCanon form as i am very lazy and i dont want to write like a full fic T_T cause you know.... i have toomuch to say

hope these are okay? ily

Soulmate Au HeadCanons: Poly!The Legion (Frank and Joey) with a Survivor S/O

They realized their connection long before they even knew you existed. The theory was that soulmates shared pain and it was obvious to them that they were meant to be together. Joey would share in Franks pain, he could feel the scar that tore across his face and Frank could feel when Joey had worked himself far past his breaking point. They thought they were the only ones connected in this psychic-link, bound by a force too grand and cosmic to be comprehended by simple-minded mortals. But like the universe, fate works in mysterious ways and everything changed when you joined the Fog.

Joey first noticed it when he went to sit down at the end of a particularly gruelling workday. He felt his left shoulder explode into a burning hot pain and his body seized with the sudden shock. He barely held back his cries of a surprise but Frank wasn’t so well-restrained. Joey heard him from across the Lodge and fearing for his friend, ran off in the direction of his call ignoring his own body screaming for him to stop. He found Frank surrounded by a worried Julie and Susie. They looked between him and Joey, expressions from behind their masks piercing through to Joey's soul. They were worried for their friends, Frank’s scream and Joey’s sluggish and limp stature was enough to tell the girls that the pain the two were experiencing was, no doubt, incredibly excruciating. No one knew what had just happened, neither of them had been hurt or injured, and they feared that maybe the two were being punished by the Entity for a lacklustre performance. But both boys assured they did well enough to keep the thing satisfied and when the pain spontaneously faded, the whole incident was pushed out of their minds and momentarily forgotten.

But the pain never stopped completely. It was sporadic, turning on randomly like a lightswitch bursting with newfound anger and agony that would contort their limbs and burn their muscles. And there was nothing they could do to alleviate the pain, no amount of massaging or rubbing could take away the sharp edge of the hurt; there weren’t even enough painkillers in the realm to quell the agony. The only thing the boys could do was just sit there and wait for the pain to decide to go away. It was torture, sometimes the simple act of sitting alone was pure unadulterated suffering. But still, the boys had no idea where this pain was coming from.

It was only after Joey returned from a trial in which he had mori’d a rather annoying and pesky survivor that something started to click. Joey walked into the main lounge of the Resort and found his friends standing around the fire pit waiting for him. Frank had his shirt off and the pants of his left leg rolled up. Ordinarily the sight of Frank without his shirt on would excite Joey but something made him hesitate. A harsh red scar ripped down Frank’s chest and when Frank noticed Joey's reaction he held out his left arm for the other to inspect. Another red wound ran across the forearm. There was no mistaking it now. It was their trademark kill, a stab at the left arm followed by the grabbing of the left ankle then finished with the brutal gutting from the collar bone all the way down to the hip. “We watched it appear.” Julie’s voice wavered with concern. “We watched it appear on him as if...” She broke off ‘as if Joey himself did it to him.’. Joey approached Frank. Through the pinpricks of his mask, Joey could see Frank's eyes and he could feel his pain. Without saying much the girls made Joey take off his own shirt and directed him to stand next to Frank. When Julie stepped back to inspect both boys she raised a hand to cover the mouth of her mask and Susie audibly gasped. They were identical, both bore the exact same scars of the exact same knife.

To be honest, the boys would never have figured out the source of their shared pain. Combined the two barely make up a single brain cell so it was by the grace of God or something else that allowed the truth to finally be exposed. It was in a trial between you and Frank. The killer had been run around for the past ten minutes and with no sign of catching his elusive prey. You were impressed by your capable teammate and when they went down just outside the opened exit gate you leapt into action to save the wounded hero. You ended up sacrificing yourself for them, a worthy trade, everyone else got out except you. And, to you, that was okay. You were okay with this. Frank, however, was not. He was beyond furious at being denied his prey and when he trudged back to your collapsed form he felt his rage overflow him. He stood over you and you smugly returned his glare. That was it. In a swift motion, he punched you in the face. Your nose broke and blood gushed out and into your mouth. You screamed out but your cries, however, were mixed in with the killers. Frank recoiled, clutching at his mask where his nose would be. You watched in shock as he spilt swear words and stomped around you.

Curiously you reached up for your busted face and using your thumb and forefinger you squeezed the throbbing nose. Frank’s cries intensified and he clawed desperately at his mask. Through the haze he caught you staring at him in shocked amusement, which he mistook for condescending judgment. He growled and stormed over to you determined to make you regret everything. Panicking you grabbed your nose again and Frank jumped back. And then all the pieces fell into place. Frank could feel your pain. His eyes widened on your collapsed body and it felt as if his world was imploding. Oh shit.

It took some convincing but eventually, you agreed to meet Frank back at the Resort. He told you there was someone else, another ‘soulmate’ in this trifecta of fucked-up bullshit. You used the term ‘soulmate’ loosely. You had heard the stories about soulmates, people destined to be together would share such a special bond that they would even share pain. But never in a million years would you have guessed that your soulmate (or soulmateS) was, a serial killer. You really wanted it to not be real, you wanted this to be some kind of dream, a sick nightmare you were experiencing while laying on your deathbed somewhere far away. But there Frank was before you at the boundary between snow and forest, like he promised you, with his partner Joey. You walked up to them and stopped at a safe distance away. Joey seemed to bloat his chest as if to say not to try anything. Frank looked at you and you knew you had to show him. Reaching up you grabbed at your nose which was starting to feel better but was still puffy and red. You put pressure on it and Frank began to shake with the pain. Frank moaned and clenched his fists in an effort to ride out the pain like Joey was but after a moment he relented and shouted at you to stop. Frank turned and muttered something to Joey who never took his gaze off you. You could have sworn that he was a stone-statue because he never moved and showed no sign that what you did had affected him in any way. But then you noticed his slight leg twitch and the irregular heaving of his chest. He did feel it. Frank returned his attention back to you and in the cold silence of realization, you said, “Well? What do we do now?”

You could have forgotten everything, walked away from the nonsensical situation that had been presented before you and continued on living a simple life devoid of drama and tension. But that life would also lack depth, something to make it special and worthwhile. You were presented with your soulmates, a rarity in this hellhole and something about the wonder of what made the universe decide to bring you all together surpassed your urge to stay away. Slowly but surely you introduced yourself into their lives. Your interactions at first were stiff and hollow, fear and uncertainty making you doubt if the boys would respect the bound of soulmates enough to not kill you or at least hurt you.

But time wore on and you became braver. They were gentle, well... they tried to be. And when you spoke with them as people do you realized that you had a lot in common with them both. And eventually, you were confident enough to laugh and joke with them.

Joey was the one who needed the most time to accept that you and he were soulmates. He eyed you suspiciously as you would talk with Frank, feeling some kind of jealousy build up in his chest. He hated how you could get Frank to react in ways he had never seen before. He hated how easy it was for you. One day when he had you alone to himself, he finally broke that long silence between you two. But where he expected a change in personality, a two-face switch, Joey only found genuineness. You were as kind and playful with him as you were with Frank, unfazed by your burden of the circumstance and not worried by his own mistakes and misfortunes. You were strong and he admired you for that. “How do you do it?” Joey softly asked clutching his hand which now held a new red welt. The mood quietened down and you turned to look at him. “How do you handle all this pain each and every day?” You reached out and gently took his hand in yours. Suddenly all his pain vanished at the contact and he slightly gasped at the shock. You were warm and comforting, like the wind of a summer’s afternoon, constant and welcoming. He raised his eyes to yours and you gave him your best smile. He melted. “One day at a time.” You replied squeezing his hand for emphasis. You relaxed and began to pull away only to stop as he held you firm, determined to not let your warmth go.

Frank always had a problem when it came to hurting you in trials. While Joey could suck it up and deal with the pain, Frank could not bear the thought of having a hook run through your shoulder and subsequently his. It was you who finally convinced him that his job was more important than your fleeting health. You took Frank's hand in yours, engulfing him in your comfort and reassurance. “We can get through this. I will get better.” He breathed out and admitted, albeit to himself, that you were right. This was a momentary instance, a speck of nothing when compared to the kind of torture the Entity would inflict on him. And it wasn’t just himself he had to look out for, it was everyone. He had you and Joey he had to look out for. With a look apologetic regret Frank would mercilessly hunt you down and when he would lift you up and onto the meat hook he could hear you at the back of his mind saying, “Suck it up, Princess.”

They would always feel awful if you had a particularly bad day. You would trudge back to the Resort trying your best to hide from their concerned eyes your bruised limb or uneven walk but of course, they already knew what had happened. Joey would sweep you effortlessly off your feet and he would not let you walk around without his assistance. Frank, although less forward than the other, would follow behind and would pester you with questions, ‘Are you okay now?’ ‘Are you comfortable?’ ‘Anyway that he could help ease the hurt?’ They both were like oversized puppies yapping at your ankles because they heard you make a noise. You’d reassure them that you were fine and after exchanging doubtful looks between each other they would give in and give you some air.

They would listen to your stories. It's one thing to experience the pain and another thing to watch it happen. You’d tell them about how you got your injuries and more often than not you would end up a broken-down and crying mess. The image of looming figures silhouetted against an endless black sky haunts your mind. Although you all share the physical scars, the mental ones stay trapped inside you. When you would become an inconsolable disaster the boys would be by your side in an instant. By the time you regained control over your anxiety, you would find yourself buried in the arms of either Joey or Frank. You face pushed deep into their bodies as if they were trying to shield you from the monster that was yourself. It was scary, they could tell. But you weren’t alone. Not anymore.

After a long day's work of causing and enduring pain, when your bodies would ache with collective suffering the 3 of you would find a quiet cove to all lie it. The boys would sleep on either side of you, draping their limps over you and almost drowning you in their weight. It felt good to be lost at sea with them, so far away from the pain of the day and from the pain tomorrow will bring. If for a moment, you all were at peace, happy and content in the embrace of your soulmates.

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd frank morrison x reader #dbd frank morrison #dbd joey #dbd headcannons #dbd soulmate au

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an-ambivalent · 5 years

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Oath Of Desires: One

Synopsis: [Yandere! Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung] [Poly AU]

It had only been them three for a long time. Not one person more, not one person less – just Jungkook, Taehyung and [Name].

Jungkook was elated when Taehyung and [Name] told him that they had become a couple. He literally could not have been happier.

They were his favourite couple, and he loved them both…. A little too much.

When there was a hindrance in Taehyung and [Name]’s relationship which caused them to fall apart, Jungkook was distraught. Afterwards, when he realized the depths of his love for his ‘friends,’ Jungkook made an oath of his dark desires – he was going to do whatever it took to get them back together. And this time, he was also going to become part of their relationship.

Warning: As this story contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl.

“The strongest drug that exists for a human, is another human being.”

-Ella Frank, A Desperate Man: Volume 1

The sun rays peaked through the white clouds that were suspended in the air, and shone brightly on top of the car’s windshield. The light of the rays was harsh enough to make both Taehyung and [Name] wince, and simultaneously, they lowered their sun visors. The day was bright, and a bit too sunny, as Taehyung drove himself, and [Name] to Jungkook’s residence.

The main road was busy with its usual traffic. So when Taehyung drove, the sound of others cars driving around them, birds chirping here and there, and other people walking on the footpath was all part of their current mundane background. As Taehyung signalled to drive into the right lane beside his current one, so he could take the next right, [Name] spoke.

“How do you think Jungkook will react?” She asked, and turned her head towards Taehyung, whom’s eyes flickered to the rear mirror, before they focused back on the road in front of them.

He pressed his lips in a thin line.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung began, as his eyes shifted to [Name]. His gaze returned to the road momentarily, and then down towards her lap. He eyed her hands for a few seconds, before grabbing her right hand, and intertwining their fingers together. “Jungkook can be unpredictable sometimes. He’s especially really iffy when it comes to the two of us. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but sometimes when we talk to someone that isn’t him, the look on his face is abnormal. Or that one time, when we had plans and I couldn’t meet up with him, he was a bit too furious.”

“I… get what you mean but cut him some slack Tae. Jungkook hasn’t had the best childhood so of course, sometimes the way he behaves would be questionable and strange. Despite everything he went through, I think he’s doing really well adjusting to the outside world.”

“Yeah, too well.” Taehyung noted, and he furrowed his eyebrows. “Don’t you find that a bit weird sometimes?”

[Name] frowned.

“Why are you being so doubtful of him all of a sudden?” [Name] asked, and just as Taehyung opened his mouth to answer, she shook her head.

“You know what, don’t answer that. I don’t care what you have to say about that. I, personally think it’s great that Jungkook is not struggling the way we expected him to. I’m quite proud of him,” She said smiling.

Taehyung glanced at her, before he scoffed.

“You baby him too much. And all I wanted to say was that Jungkook is just a bit weird, just be careful around him sometimes. Don’t trust him blindly because at the end of the day, he’s a man and you never know what a man might do,” Taehyung warned, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. At his words, [Name]’s eyebrow twitched because at this point, only a deity could help her. She did not know how many times she had heard the same thing from her father, male cousins, and now, her own boyfriend.

“You are a man too, last time I checked. Does that mean I shouldn’t trust you fully either?” She questioned mockingly. Sarcasm and sass was laced in her voice, and it was obvious from the way she had spoken that she was challenging Taehyung with his own statement. She expected him to scowl at her, and then return her banter with even more sass the way he usually did. However, Taehyung was completely serious, and the punch line she was waiting for, was never delivered.

Instead, his following words caused shivers of unknown fear to run through [Name].

“Yes, don’t trust me fully either for your own safety. You never know what sort of horrifying lengths a man would go to simply because he can’t win over his own desires. And neither Jungkook, or me are an exception to that reality,” Taehyung stated simply, and that was the end of their conversation for the rest of the car ride.

Presently, [Name] and Taehyung were at Jungkook’s residence. The youngest of the trio, Jungkook, had wanted to have a movie night rather than go out. And because [Name] and Taehyung wanted to “break” the news to him, and were exhausted from their day activities, they had agreed without any hesitancy. So, the infamous slasher ‘Psycho (1960)’ was playing on Jungkook’s television. [Name] and Taehyung had squished themselves by each other’s side on Jungkook’s small couch, and left no room for him.

Jungkook had been annoyed by that, but reluctantly sat on the ground where he could be between both of his friends. He claimed an entire bowl of popcorn for himself as a sort of “revenge” against them for hogging the couch, and left the other bowl to be shared between just two people. Given the recent development in their relationship, [Name] and Taehyung did not mind. However, in order to not raise suspicion about it, they kept a safe amount of distance from each other.

While the film was playing, and Jungkook seemed to be immersed in it, they conversed amongst themselves ‘quietly.’

[Name] elbowed Taehyung, which made him glance towards her. Then with her eyes, she gestured towards Jungkook, while mouthing the words “tell him.”

Taehyung merely ignored her, and returned his attention towards the film. [Name] knew that he had done this not because he was actually invested in the film, but because he was trying to delay their situation as much as he could.

Of course, [Name] could not fathom why Taehyung was being so difficult about the situation, or was being hesitant in telling Jungkook. This annoyed her, and finally, she was at the end of her patience because she nudged him on the shoulder firmly.

“Why are you being so difficult?” She whispered harshly, as she moved herself closer to Taehyung. She pressed her body against his, and was too focused on the current situation to notice how his tan cheeks had reddened slightly at the contact. “He will find out sooner or later. Better from us, than on his own.”

“I know, I will tell him, just give me some time. I’m trying to think of what to say,” Taehyung whispered back, and [Name] rolled her eyes at him.

“You don’t need to think in general to start running your mouth. Why the unnecessary effort now?” She sassed.

“If you are that keen, then why don’t you talk to him?”

“I did talk to him last time we addressed an issue. Now, it's your turn. Stop chickening out, chicken.”

“Don’t call me a chicken! You know how much I hate tha--”

“If you don’t call a chicken, chicken, then what else would you call it--” And as [Name] and Taehyung continued to bicker, with amusement on their faces, they had forgotten that the very person they were talking about, was right in front of them, listening to their each word. Finally, Jungkook spared them any further trouble and turned towards them.

Wonderment over what they wanted to tell him was etched in his irises.

“What are you being so secretive about?” He enquired. Immediately, [Name] and Taehyung stilled in the midst of their banter. Turned out, that their little argument had taken a rather physical turn, because Taehyung was holding [Name] down in his lap, and getting ready to tickle her. Between their movements, her shirt had ridden up slightly. When she caught Jungkook’s eyes focusing on her revealed skin, it felt wrong. [Name] sat up right away, and pulled her shirt down. She refused to return Jungkook’s stare, who’s attention was eventually, and fortunately taken away from her because Taehyung had finally started talking.

“Um, there’s something we should probably tell you,” Taehyung began with a strained and awkward smile. The evident and unusual nervousness in his voice caused Jungkook to narrow his eyes at them. He was responding before Taehyung had even finished explaining.

“Is someone bothering you in anyway? Just tell me, and I have connections that can--”

“What? No one is bothering us,” Taehyung interrupted him, and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Even if they were, you have connections that can what?” He demanded.

Taehyung did not receive the response he wanted from Jungkook. This was because Jungkook had smiled innocently at him, rather than elaborating on his words further.

“I was just kidding. I guess it was a bad timing for a joke, sorry. Continue, I’ll be mindful to not cut you off like that again,” Jungkook said, and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Taehyung was suspicious, and he was going to act on his suspicion. However, when he noticed the glare that he was getting from [Name], he decided against it, and simply decided to do as she wanted -- for now anyway.

“Okay so the thing we were secretive about was because it feels a bit awkward to say this. But, [Name] and I have started dating,” Taehyung said simply.

Jungkook blinked once, twice, and then a third time. Afterwards, he just stared at his two best friends, being unable to process the situation.

“What?” He asked, more to himself, than to them.

[Name] and Taehyung glanced at each other, before they returned their eyes to Jungkook. [Name] was the first one to move closer towards him, and settled her hand on his shoulder as a comforting gesture.

“I understand if its a lot to take in, or you are disappointed. But I promise you that you won’t feel left out--”

“You two are dating?” Jungkook asked, with wide doe-eyes as he looked at [Name], and then at Taehyung. Soon, the ‘doe’ innocence in his eyes was replaced with eagerness.

The two glanced at each other again, before they nodded.

Taehyung sighed. “As [Name] was saying, we understand if you are disappointed--”

Jungkook shook his head a little bit too excitedly.

“I’m not disappointed! Why would I be? This is so great, my two best friends -- dating! You’ll be like those couples in the movies now going on dates, sharing kisses, and getting married. Wow, and I’ll be able to see that happen… Speaking of which, have you guys gone on your first date yet?!” He asked, and his eyes were literally shining.

[Name] and Taehyung were rather surprised at Jungkook’s reaction. Out of everything, they had not expected this. They had prepared for the worst. But, it seemed as if they had been worried over nothing, especially Taehyung. Finally, he relaxed physically, as if a great burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

He should have expected better from himself than to let his own insecurities take over so much, that he ended up being so doubtful over his close friend.

His eyes flickered towards [Name], who was adorning a small blush on her cheeks.

“We haven’t yet,” She replied, and then covered her face with her hands in order to hide her blush. Her words only enticed Jungkook further, because he was close to bouncing up and down on his feet in joy.

“Oooh, that’s even better then! Because that means I can help Taehyung plan your first date, and accompany you two to make sure that everything goes perfect.”

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diningpageantry · 4 years

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2020 - 20 facts tag game

ay thanks for the tag, @sharkmartini and @angelsfalling16 !!!

1. Do you make your bed? shit, depends, really. i feel a lot more mentally at peace climbing into a made bed to sleep, but i don’t have the energy to do it nearly as often as i want.

2. Favorite number? 27 (3^3. i have a thing with 3.)

3. What’s your job? uh shit. a couple things? i freelance illustrate generally tho so let’s go with that

4. If I could would I go back to school? i’m a college freshman rn, but i’m going to a private art school, so if i could like, redo my decision, i would go to a school with in-state tuition and either go for pre-med or poli-sci/communications kid so i could go right back into my activism on a more hands-on way, rather than through art.

5. Can you parallel park? bro i cannot drive at all (and my spacial relations are SHIT)

6. A job people would be surprised I had? i modeled for the Hollister pride campaign last year. given i’m not particularly skinny, it comes as a shock to a lot (it came as a shock for me too, when i got asked to be part of it, because i was like “shit are they gonna let someone shoot when i can’t even fit into their pants?”)

7. Do you think Aliens are real? i’d be terrified if they weren’t, honestly

8. Can you drive a standard car? sorry i’m gay and disabled i can’t drive ://////

9. What’s your guilty pleasure? listening to Mindless Self Indulgence, reading my own finished works, and getting late night korean food way too often

10. Tattoos? currently, four of them! i have a coffin (to represent both baz and mcr) on my inner left arm (i plan on getting vampire teeth on the opposite inner arm), i have a lighter with flowers coming out of it on my right outer ankle, i have a stick n poke single line face on my left thigh (my friend’s design), and just tonight my friend had the first session of stick n poke-ing frank iero’s symbol on my right inner wrist today. ik it doesn’t ask for this, but i also have a few piercings (ears, septum, and left eyebrow--just got the eyebrow a few weeks ago). both of my stick n pokes are only one session in, so we’re giving them some breathing room to heal before my friend goes back in and thickens/darkens some lines, but those should both be done before valentine’s day, which is ironically when i’m getting another “proper” tat (aka in a studio).

11. Favorite color? maroon or teal

12. Things people do that drive you crazy? if you drag out sentences without needing to, it drives me off the walls. i talk fast and move fast and don’t like when things drag on. i know someone who unnecessarily draws on sentences just to be dramatic and it makes me wanna scream and tell them to talk faster, but i stop myself.

13. Any Phobias? everything? everything. especially spiders. and heights. and everything.

14. Favorite childhood sport? MMA--i especially liked grappling classes and my filipino kali classes. but i also liked that solid year of softball that i did

15. Do you talk to yourself? all the time. i try catch myself vocally doing it because my poor roommates don’t deserve my constant dialogue, but i’m always having conversations with myself. it’s how i work through everything.

16. What movie do you adore? scott pilgrim vs the world is my favorite movie, but the mommy dead and dearest documentary is really interesting (and so is going clear). i’m a big fan of the hobbit movies (guiltily), and shrek is unironically one of my favorite movies.

17. Do you like doing puzzles? depends!!!! i like those apps where the puzzle shapes are like tetris shapes and you gotta fill a figure with the blocks because it’s relaxing, and i like packing bags because it’s kinda like a puzzle, but i don’t like big flat picture puzzles.

18. Favorite type of music? type? uh. shit. like punk/rock/emo/alt /goth etc? i like a lot of sub-genres of punk and rock. i unapologetically love mcr (and, by extension, all the music created by gerard, frank, ray, and mikey post-split pre-reunion, especially frank. frank’s shit means a lot to me), but my music taste is generally a little all over the place.

19. Tea or coffee? depends on what hits at the moment. generally, tea. i don’t drink coffee to enjoy it, though. with tea, i do.

20. The first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up? an egyptologist. i had a pretty in-depth picture book describing the mummification process and all the steps and history, and i decided i wanted to study mummies and the outcome of mummification............. i had a weird childhood.

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aa i don’t know if many people did it yet but i tag @krisrix @warriorbeeofthesea @carryonvisinata @thehoneyedhufflepuff @vkelleyart @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @carryonmylovelies @pipsqueakparker @giishu !!!!

#anï rambles #tag game #tag meme

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takaraphoenix · 4 years

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I’m finally reading Out of Oz, or rather I am continuing it. For referrence, that’s the fourth book in the Wicked Years, of which the first book inspired a quite unrelated musical somehow. (No knock on the musical, I love it, but bloody hell does it have little to do with the actual book...)

I hadn’t touched it in... surely five years. For reasons.

You all know me to not be someone who necessarily needs, or even wants, her ships to be canon. But on the rare occasion that I do sail a canon ship, I so hate when something happens to it. Like, say, it gets broken up so one of the characters can get married to his rapist. That just... doesn’t really do it for me...

For context - because guys, I really need to vent about this so I can keep going (it’s literally the last book and I want to finish it) - Elphaba Thropp, our green-skinned protagonist of the first book/the musical, has, among many things the musical changed, a son named Liir.

Liir Thropp is the protagonist of the second novel in the series, The Son of the Witch. Wherein he falls for a dragon-rider named Trism and the two, both men in the army, have a heated romance.

While Liir is hurt, he stays with a bunch of nuns where he meets a girl named Candle. And while Liir is literally in a coma, she decides to have sex with him, figuring “eh, he’s hard, he wants it too”, which is not how that works. She ends up pregnant with his child. It’s wildly plausible that she was driven by some mystic magical force to allow for the conception of our latest protagonist, but that’s kind of beside the point because he still was in a coma.

The end of the book is relatively open, as Liir goes to a cottage to meet Candle, but only finds the bundled up, newborn and very green-skinned baby. Candle fled the scene, abandoning the newborn baby.

That’s been in 2005. And between that and Out of Oz in 2011, I spent quite some time thinking on the potential continuation of it all.

Thinking about Trism, who makes it to the cottage and who gets to raise the baby with Liir, primarily. Because honestly, you already made the bio mom abandon the baby, so why not let Liir and the boyfriend he chose to be with raise the kid together? Just leave Candle out of the picture.

And, quite frankly, two dads is by far not the most unconventional family dynamic in this series. There is... not a single set of mother-father-child, not really.

Elphaba herself was, in the first book, raised by a polyamorous throuple, with two fathers.

Liir himself was, also in the first book, primarily raised by his mother and his stepmother - the wife of his bio dad, who does actually in fact die, good gods why did the bloody musical have to imply he turned into the Scarecrow that was some Solid Bullshit Right There.

And the third book, A Lion Among Men, is literally about a Lion married to an asexual human woman. (Who is Liir’s half-sister; yeah no seriously the Wicked Years have an insane family-tree. I’d also like to add, to make it less weird, that Capital Letter Animals are talking, sentient animals who dress in clothes, have jobs, are articulate and such. And she mainly got married to him to be safe from men, after having been sexually abused for years. They’re... honestly a very interesting relationship to read, because it’s based on respect, gentleness and kindness?)

So... two human men, raising a child together? It would not have been that far off to hope for it.

Which means that, when book four hit and it hit me in the face with husband and wife Liir and Candle, I revolted so hard, I put the book down for five years and hadn’t touched it since. Because... even single-dad!Liir would have been indefinitely better than him marrying her, of all people.

But I picked the book up again. Because the gods know I love this series and am deeply attached to the Thropp family and now, after everything, I do want to know how it all ends.

But... they’re not even portrayed as a good relationship and it’s just killing me. As bad as it sounds, but had they... managed to move on from it and be stronger together for the sake of their kid and the literal future of the world, it would be more endurable, but she keeps manipulating and gaslighting him??

They just had a fight, in the scene I’m at. Because she neglected to tell him about a prophecy from a sorceress regarding their daughter. Their daughter who, mind you at this point in time, is already twelve years old.

She didn’t tell him. He gets upset and angry about it. She deflects by redirecting the whole conversation and accusing him that it’s actually about Trism.

Because - because, back in that cottage, where she had given birth to the baby, before Liir had gotten there, Trism had been there. He had come. Just as Liir had asked him to. He had come for Liir. And Candle just... never told Liir, not even after the two of them met back up and got together, for years she lied to Liir that Trism had never shown up.

And she is still refusing to talk to him about it! She still refuses to tell him what Trism said, what Trism had wanted.

She... She keeps lying to him, twisting things, manipulating him and... just... for fuck’s sake, why do you make me sit through this farce, Gregory?

Especially since all this drama and tension is unnecessarily bloating this book; Out of Oz is a total of 592 pages long. Every single page dedicated to their relationship drama and to Liir wasting time reminiscing on this relationship so we’re all caught up (since we spent the years between book 2 and 4 with the Lion and his wife). Truly, if you’d just said “Trism had come to the cottage and the two have been together ever since, they raised the kid and No Drama”, we could have moved on in peace to all the plot happening around it. Relationship drama is literally the last thing I want to read about, especially not one with these particular... circumstances.

(He has claimed to love her. But it’s been twelve years, the two spent most of those years completely isolated together and she’s been manipulating him every step of the way so far, so I’m not really buying it, to be quite frank. Their interactions with each other can be described as cold and tolerable of each other, at max. Even Liir’s thoughts of Trism in this book are filled with more emotion and warmth than any actual interaction between him and his wife...)

Which. You know. Makes the series sound bad. The series isn’t bad. I love the series. It’s just this one (1) plotline that is driving me insane. And it’s not like skipping the Liir/Candle chapters is much of an option; the book is about two main plots and one of them is Liir/Candle’s daughter, who is with them and about whom they have the knowledge to share with the reader.

The Wicked Years is such a fascinating read on a political level, the plot is... way deeper than the candy-striped musical makes you assume and the characters are amazing. Also there’s gay dragon-riders in the second book. There’s a poly throuple and a gay side pairing in the first book. There’s an ace character in the third and fourth book. There’s magic.

#man this rant really #needed to happen #sometimes you gotta vent #to put an uncomfortable issue #behind you #and move on #I REALLY want to know #how it all ends #you know #Wicked Years #Out of Oz #Gregory Maguire #tw: rape #just to be safe

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mobius-prime · 4 years

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166. Sonic the Hedgehog #98

Sonic Adventure 2

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Patrick "Spaz" Spaziante Colors: Patrick Spaziante and Nelson Ribeiro

Welcome to Sonic Adventure 2, everyone! Now, you would be excused for thinking that the comic would want to handle such a highly anticipated and ultimately successful game in the same manner as it did the first one, but you would be wrong! I'm going to spoil it for you right now - we only get part of the story in the comics. This one issue used to cover the entirety of the game, and as we'll see this presents some serious problems. But let's dive in, I'll save my rants for after we go over everything.

So our story doesn't actually begin where the previous issue left off. Instead, it begins three months ago, right on the tail end of the previous Sonic Adventure, in fact. The comics never really did address exactly what happened to Eggman in between being chased out of Station Square by Silver Sonic, and returning to Robotropolis. Well, as it turns out, he ended up being chased, somehow, all the way to one Prison Island, where Silver Sonic cornered him and blasted the ground out from under him, causing him to fall down a dark hole. Satisfied that it had killed him, Silver Sonic returned to Station Square to resume its defensive protocol there, but in actuality he had fallen into a secret lab with something very interesting hidden inside…

Now fast forward to a mere week ago. In the dead of night within Station Square, a mysterious figure broke into a top-security vault to steal the city's last remaining Chaos Emerald. Silver Sonic tried to prevent the theft, but…

News of the theft soon reached the desk of the city's president, who mistook the figure as the hero who had defended Station Square from Chaos mere months ago, because apparently in every Sonic canon, no one can ever tell Sonic and Shadow apart, not even Sonic's best goddamn friends. Seriously, at least in the anime it's explained as being a deliberate set-up by GUN to cover their own asses regarding the Project Shadow disaster years ago. I know I've joked before about Sonic being an extremely average-looking Mobian hedgehog which is why he's so easily mistaken for other people, but seriously, Shadow and Sonic's profiles and quill style don't even look alike, let alone their fur color.

That is a very bizarre-looking Rouge. For whatever reason, they decided to draw her a lot in this era with like… claw hands, and I don't even understand where they got that from. In the game itself one of her upgrades is called "Pick Nails" and I guess you could extrapolate that to mean razor-sharp nails under her gloves that don't show up on her low-poly 3D model or something, but all her 2D art depicts her with normal-looking rounded fingertips, so I don't even know. Anyway, the comic goes on about how the president put together an elite task force to track Sonic down and arrest him for his supposed crimes, and now they've finally found him just outside Knothole. Man, if some randos from Station Square could find where Knothole was, how the hell has Eggman not figured it out yet? They pull out actual, deadly rifles and start firing wildly at him, and he dances around cheekily, stealing their guns and taunting them. This ends when they shoot an electrified net onto him, and soon he's handcuffed in the back of their helicopter, being taken to the hidden city. Of course, we know how this goes from here - he breaks free inside the 'copter and bursts out its side, peeling off a strip of metal to use as his makeshift skateboard, because even though this isn't the 90s anymore, it's still the 90s.

We're then treated to a short montage of Spaz's interpretation of City Escape - landing on the streets, surfing down sloped roads, soaping on walkway rails and leaping over any obstacles in his way. Honestly, the action is a bit hard to follow - Spaz is certainly a talented artist in many respects, but I think his decision here to move on from his somewhat simpler designs from before hurts rather than helps, as the action and lines become so chaotic that you have to really concentrate to follow what's going on. There's just a bit too much happening, so that your eyes are drawn all over the place without really focusing on a specific focal point of each image. But anyway, we all know how City Escape ends - with the iconic GUN truck chase!

And that's… it! No, seriously, that's all we get for the actual story of SA2. The final text box invites us to play the game itself to see how it all ends, but there's a number of problems with that, the foremost being that the game takes place in an entirely different canon. We've got completely different circumstances that led up to these events. We've got characters missing - Tails still hasn't been returned to Knothole yet, Knuckles is off somewhere else struggling with his newfound powers, and humans aren't even the dominant species on the planet like they are in the game. This would leave any comic fan with a bitter taste in their mouth, as there's no actual resolution provided and no explanation for how the story will play out with so many of the original players out of commission. Many issues from now, Ian Flynn actually addressed this exact problem and gave a condensed version of events to explain exactly what we're missing, so at least we have that to look forward to in the future. There is one more story after this, and I have additional problems with that one, but let's cover the rest of the issue before I give my final opinions.

As the Shadow Awakes!

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Ron Lim Colors: Frank Gagliardo

So this story actually jumps us back fifty years to see Shadow's beginnings. Professor Gerald, Eggman's grandfather on his mother's side, has been working for a long time on his latest project, which he hopes will see the end of disease and untimely death and even be able to cure his granddaughter Maria's unspecified terminal illness. This project is, of course, Shadow the Hedgehog, who, as an excited and astonished Gerald watches, begins to move inside his pod. The inexplicably-brunette Maria suddenly calls him at his lab, telling him that she can see a military spaceship flying toward the ARK, their space station, and Gerald, in a panic, orders her to come to him. He knows that the military is here to take possession of his project, and believing them to be too simple-minded to understand his intentions for the project, wants to evacuate immediately. He's immediately proven right, as the military men who board the station scoff at the idea that an "old scientist and his crippled granddaughter" could pose any trouble to them as they intend to take the professor's project by force. Gerald sends Maria and Shadow, the latter now out of his pod, to evacuate in an escape pod, but of course, we know how this ends…

I think this is the only Sonic media I can think of that actually directly shows Maria dying. In both the game and the anime, the shot happens offscreen, and Shadow is ejected before Maria actually takes her last breath. I do have a problem with how the scene is portrayed here, however, as a big conflict that Shadow goes through during SA2 is his vast misinterpretation of her last request to him, whereas here she seems to just die immediately without saying another word. The military takes Gerald into custody, and shortly thereafter recovers Shadow from the escape pod, taking them both to Prison Island where they force Gerald to continue his work under their supervision. Gerald, however, is devastated at Maria's death, and thus plans out his revenge in secret under the guise of continuing his work as demanded.

The military eventually caught on to his nefarious plans, and had Gerald executed and Shadow sealed away in suspended animation on Prison Island, where it remained undisturbed and forgotten for the next fifty years. Of course, this is what Eggman found on the island, and now he's poised to use his grandfather's own work to conquer the world. My biggest problem with this story, ultimately, is that it essentially acts as one huge spoiler for the game. Everyone now, almost twenty years on, probably knows the general gist of the story, but this comic was published when it was still very new, and this entire story basically spoils the biggest twist in the game right off the bat. Furthermore, in this story, Shadow literally wakes up, goes straight to the pod, watches Maria - who he knows nothing about - die, and then gets sealed away in his stasis pod for fifty years. There's literally no time for him to even develop a personality, let alone a relationship with Maria, which is the single most important thing in his backstory. I believe this was later retconned, but this is still a huge thing to overlook in an adaption of this game.

But anyway, yeah, that's it. That's all we get for the time being. A few brief glimpses of Shadow, and one whole cameo from Rouge. It will be a while yet before Shadow gets to make his reappearance, since like in the game, at the end of their adventure he falls from space and is subsequently believed to be dead. Honestly, the entire thing kind of gives off the impression that they felt like they had to make some kind of comic tie-in to the game, but didn't feel like interrupting what they already had going with the whole "Sonic goes to high school" thing, which is clearly far more interesting of a story. So they basically went "yeah, something like this happened, but now let's just get back to the real story." It's honestly very weird, so weird that, again, they needed a later fix-it issue to explain everything, but for now, we'll just have to move on.

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #sth 98 #writer: karl bollers #writer: ken penders #pencils: pat spaziante #pencils: ron lim #colors: pat spaziante #colors: nelson ribeiro #colors: frank gagliardo

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thenightling · 5 years

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My top 15 love interests for romantic incarnations of Dracula (No, they’re not all Mina)

If I was to do a list of favorite love interests for Dracula it would be...

Keep reading for a full list...

16. Bonus: Lydia from Dark Prince: the true Story of Dracula.

I list this one here because she’s technically an historic figure and the rest are fictional so I am not sure if she should count or not. The historic Dracula’s first wife’s name has been lost to history even though the river tributary under Poenari Castle was named for her. The film Dark Prince: The true Story of Dracula starring Ruldolf Martin names her Lydia.

Though this film is mostly historic the ending implies that the two are both vampires and walking together through eternity.

Vladislaus Drakuyla AKA Vlad III of Wallachia, AKA Vlad Tepes (The Impaler)’s first wife died by suicide and the film hinted that this might have been enough to enable her to come back as a vampire.

Right before Vlad’s assassination in 1776 or early 1777 (at age forty-five or forty six) in the movie we hear her voice, which suggests she’s either waiting for him or has set into motion turning him into a vampire to be with her.

15. Sir Integra Hellsing from the Hellsing.

In the manga and anime Hellsing (and Hellsing Ultimate OVA), instead of having been destroyed by Doctor Abraham Van Helsing after the events of the Dracula novel, Dracula was instead captured and through arcane means bound to serve the Van Helsing bloodline for eternity. The family founded the Hellsing organization for fighting monstrous threats. Dracula took on the name Alucard (his own name spelt backward) and may have gone slightly crazy...

He became fiercely loyal to Integra Hellsing, the most recent descendant of Abraham van Helsing to become his Master. It is a very strange relationship to say the least...

14. Xander Harris from Buffy The Vampire Slayer.

In Buffy The Vampire Slayer season 5 we have Buffy encounter Dracula for the very first time. Here he is played by Rudolf Martin, the same actor who played Dracula in Dark Prince: The True Story of Dracula. In the episode Dracula takes Xander to be his Renfield-like henchman. At the end of the story Xander is free from Dracula’s spell however the story of their relationship is not over yet.

According to the Buffy: The Vampire Slayer season 8 comics Xander and Dracula have formed an unusual relationship. Xander taught Dracula about modern fun and pleasures and Dracula became more and more protective of Xander. When Buffy came and retrieved Xander (again) from Dracula, this time Dracula fell into a deep depression. Refusing to feed or take care of himself Dracula’s hair and claws grew and he deteriorated into his elderly form. When he found out that Xander was coming to pay him a visit, he hastily made himself presentable and de-aged to a more attractive / youthful appearance.

Now the two bicker like long time lovers. I ship it.

Oh, and Xander still calls him master, despite himself.

Further note on this one: Dracula is actually smart for NOT getting a smartphone. All cellphones can be traced via GPS. Do you really want a tracking device in your pocket while hunting human prey? You just made Blade and Buffy’s jobs a little too easy there. A practical vampire would not carry such a device while hunting.

Unfortunately this comic retconned a few important aspects of the TV show version of Dracula and even claimed he doesn’t actually conjure storms, but senses them coming (contradicting the beach scene from the Buffy vs. Dracula episode.) I wish people would stop de-powering Dracula.

13. Jonathan Harker (Multiple versions):

Dario Argento said that his version of Dracula was attracted to Jonathan Harker. And in Frank Wildhorn’s Dracula The Musical (Particularly the German production called Dracula das Musical) the scene “Fresh Blood” (Blut) is very errotic.

Fresh Blood (Blut) now featured Jonathan Harker being tied to a bed and his shirt removed as he’s fed upon by Dracula. But first by Dracula’s brides and grooms of the castle.

Also one of the lyrics in the English language version of the song indicates he wants Jonathan AND Mina as his and plans to make them both vampires. Thus reaffirming the polyamorous version of Dracula.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slZps47LgKQ

Dracula gets particularly “grabby” with him during his de-aging sequence.

The relationship is pretty one sided...

12. Renfield (multiple versions).

The German production of Frank Wildhorn’s Dracula the musical (Dracula das Musical) has Dracula with brides and grooms as opposed to just brides. Despite this change toward bi or panasexuality, this particular relationship is very one sided.

Renfield is very much in love with Dracula in many depictions of the character. This mad man is obsessed with “The Master” and in the Frank Wildhorn Dracula musical he sings a song about how much he loves The Master and how wonderful he is. The reprise version looks as if Dracula is about to kiss him as they sing a slowed duet version of the refrain but this is where Dracula, instead, snaps his neck.

Here is the English language version of The Master’s song (Not the slowed reprise duet.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-v1O-asrHg

There is a deleted scene from Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) where Renfield laments that he has lost Dracula “to the pretty woman.”

In Love at First bite, and some other films Dracula actually does give Renfield immortality however. I suspect the Love at First Bite version is a half-vampire since he can go in the sun (this version of Dracula burns in daylight) and he still needs glasses for his nearsightedness but he has apparently worked for Dracula for at least a century so he was clearly granted immortality even if he can’t turn into a bat or hypnotize.

11. Carmilla Karnstein from The Batman vs. Dracula.

Carmilla is an odd one because in her original novel she’s portrayed as a lesbian. She is a vampire whose novel predates Dracula’s own novel. Her prey of choice are young virginal women. And she can turn into a large grey or black cat. She is powerful and independant and in The Batman vs. Dracula she somehow ended up Dracula’s wife. So I will assume this version is bisexual and they’re probably polyamorous and not at all monogamous.

The version of Dracula in Fred Saberhagen’s Dracula books, and the 1979 Dracula movie starring Frank Langella are also polyamorous though he claims Mina (Lucy in the 1979 film) is above the others. Poly-Romantic / Pan-Romantic / and Demi seem to be recurring traits for romantic versions of Dracula.

Dracula spends part of The Batman vs. Dracula trying to bring Carmilla back from the dead, using the very life essence and soul of VickI Vale to fuel the spell. Unfortunately things don’t quite go as planned.

10. Dracula’s mysterious male lover from Marvel comics, Avengers issue 016 (2019).

Marvel’s Dracula has been confirmed as having had male and female lovers. This is not the only bisexual or panasexual Dracula in pop culture. The German production of the Frank Wildhorn Dracula the Musical (Dracula das Musical) gives him brides and grooms in his castle, Dario Argento has said his version of Dracula is bisexual, and Marvel has now confirmed that their version of Dracula has had male and female lovers.

I don’t know much about this pretty elfish, semi-androgynous character. Identified as a male vampire lover of Dracula’s from Marvel’s War of the Vampires storyline, Dracula wept blood tears when this unnamed character was killed. And he (the lover) was clearly willing to die for Dracula. So this spot is for you, you poor, unnamed elfish male vampire lover!

I don’t know his name so I am going to call him Samuel. And in my mind he was the pretty castle librarian whom Dracula became infatuated with. There. Headcanon achieved.

Further note: Usually if you make Dracula cry, it means he’ll take brutal and violent revenge. This is a universal truth with all versions of Dacula. Never make him cry.

I would put him at a MUCH better spot on this list but he doesn’t get a lot of time in the comic and we don’t know much about him. If we only knew more about him he would have a far better spot on this list. Look how adorable and tragic he is! He could easily be one of my favorites but all we know is that his death brought Dracula to tears and that yes, they were lovers. I seriously considered moving this one up the list but I’m bias for this sweet, androgynous, vampire-boy.

Seriously, I want to know this guy’s story. Dracula cries for him! In front of his enemies, he weeps for him! Give us this story, Marvel! Who is he???

9. Amy Peterson from Fright Night (original 1985 version).

This one is a bit dubious because the vampire is Jerry Dandridge but the 1985 novelization of the film suggested that Jerry is actually count Dracula. Fright Night played with popular vampire tropes and a few were homages to the 1960s soap opera, Dark Shadows. In Dark Shadows the vampire, Barnabas Collins, discovered that the young waitress (and later governess) Maggie Evans, was the uncanny look-a-like of his lost love, Josette. Because of the physical similarity he was convinced she was the reincarnation of his lost love even though with reincarnations you could literally end up looking like anyone or even being another gender after reincarnation. Barnabas had a painting of Josette that showed the physical similarity.

In Fright Night Jerry Dandridge meets Amy and becomes obsessed when he realizes how much she resembles a woman he, too, has lost and is pining for. When Jerry is finally destroyed by the has-been horror actor turned real vampire hunter, Peter Vincent, and also by Amy’s boyfriend, Charley Brewster, his last words are crying out for Amy.

Though this relationship is very one sided and Amy is clearly under age, when you’re a teenager (as I was) we can’t help but find ourselves fantasizing about being Amy in Jerry’s arms during the nightclub dance scene or the “Come to Me” scene. Because of problematic aspects of this relationship and because Jerry was never officially revealed as being Dracula in the film, that’s why this is at spot number 8.

The Jerry Dandridge / Dracula character is apparently in a polyamorous relationship as he has a live-in (apparent boyfriend) Billy Cole. Billy does not exist in the 2011. Fright Night remake, which removed all romantic aspects of the character.

8. Evan Barrington-Cabot from the Graphic novel Series Dracula: The Company of Monsters.

In Dracula: The Company of Monsters graphic novel (published in 2011) an evil corporate executive known as Conrad orchestrates raising Dracula from the dead in the hope of using and exploiting him. Conrad’s nephew, Evan comes to understand and respect Dracula and Dracula’s code of honor. The two respect each other. And like with most stories where Dracula falls in love with the protagonist he decides to stalk him and declare him his.

When Dracula takes his revenge on his captors, Evan is the only one that he spares.

He even watches the young man sleep, the way Dracula is often depicted doing to female love interests. And he makes it very clear he plans on making him a vampire down the line.

This relationship is kept somewhat ambiguous otherwise I might consider putting it at a better spot on the list.

7. Ericka Van Helsing from Hotel Transylvania 3.

A direct descendant of Abraham Van Helsing (the famous monster hunter) Ericka has a cruise ship for monsters with the sole purpose of luring Count Dracula, whom falls in love with her. He “Zings.” Monsters supposedly can only zing once so there is a fan theory that she is the reincarnation of Mavis’ mother. This is likely true since reincarnation or look-a-like of a first love (or both) is a popular trope in vampire fiction started by Dan Curtis for his TV show Dark Shadows and later carried over into his Dracula movie starring Jack Palance.

Ericka ultimately realizes she loves Dracula too and the cruise ship captain and hotel owner end up together. Dracula proposes to her at the end of the film and she says yes.

Also though Dracula is several hundred years old in Hotel Transylvania he is physically in his forties, I suspect Ericka (as a mortal) is biologically older than him, which is a clever touch since Dracula is usually going after young girls in pop culture. It’s good to see him with an older (well, in appearance) woman. (”When you’re six hundred years old there’s no such thing as a cougar.” - The Emo Vampire Song.) Hotel Transylvania 3 is actually my favorite of the franchise and is a sweet film.

6. Cindy from Love at First bite.

Love at First Bite is a comedy from 1979. Think of Coming to America meets Splash in that a supernatural character, a proverbial fish-out-of-water comes to New York looking for love.

Dracula believes Cindy to be the reincarnation Mina (“But I lost her in that damn London Fog!”). He knows her from magazine pictures and interviews and after communists drive him out of his castle he moves to New York where he plans to seduce her. This consists of licking her ankles while in dog-form, telling her that she is more than merely her appearance, that he understands her and her anxieties. And dancing to “I love the Night Life”. The two ultimately fall in love and knowing the truth about Dracula, Cindy opts to spend eternity with him as his vampire queen. The ending has them fly off together, in bat form, to Jamaica.

5. Lucy from Dracula (1979).

In the 1979 version of Dracula, Frank Langella plays Count Dracula. Though technically a remake and based on the same play the Bela Lugosi Dracula was based on, there are some distinct changes. For starters in this version the character we mostly know as Mina in most adaptations is named Lucy and the Lucy character is named Mina. The names are swapped.

Not only that but in this version it’s Dracula who is initially seduced. Though engaged to Jonathan Harker in Edwardian England (set roughly twenty years after most versions of Dracula, which are usually set in 1891) Dracula arrives for dinner at the home of his new neighbors. Here he offers to hypnotize the sickly Mina to relieve her of a headache (that he very likely induced). Lucy protests, showing her dislike and distrust of such methods and the manipulation of the will of others. This bold reaction delights Dracula as he is not used to conflict from women.

The next step in the possibly-accidental seduction of Dracula comes when Lucy turns on a phonograph record player and asks him to dance with her, improperly, right in front of her fiance.

And later after some tragedies, when the rest of the household is unable to uphold an invitation to Dracula’s house for supper, Lucy goes alone.

I like this one because in this one it’s mostly Dacula who gets seduced. Lucy wants him and she gets him. She knows what she’s doing. Also Dracula isn’t a whining, brooding, emo vampire. He is lonely but he LIKES what he is. He’s proud of what he is. He’s fierce and predatory and has all of his traditional powers, including being able to turn into a bat, and wolf, and conjure storms. So few adaptations remember the wolf form these days.

This was the first truly empowered version of the Mina character (though named Lucy). And she is not some look-a-like or reincarnation of a previous love. No. He simply falls in love with her for who she is.

It is very likely this version of Dracula is demi (falling in love with personality before any physical attraction) which is also true of the Castlevania version of Dracula and the version in Fred Saberhagen’s Dracula books.

Also based on the last dialogue from Dracula to Lucy (that he would return to her once they stopped hunting him) I choose to believe he faked his death in this version, especially by the wolf howl at the very end and the cryptic smile on Lucy’s face before the end credits. Long live The Count and Lucy!

4. Mina from Fred Saberhagen’s Dracula books.

Very similar to Lucy in the 1979 Dracula starring Frank Langella, this is a romantic interest where Dracula sees the person as his equal.

This Mina is not the reincarnation of a lost love, nor does she resemble a lost love. When we first see this version of Mina it’s in the novel The Dracula Tape (retelling of Dracula from Dracula’s point of view.) Dracula shows up at her door to deceive her and try to manipulate her into getting the heroes to leave him be but she doesn’t fall for it. And she wrings the truth out of him. She’s clever and also manipulative and the two become lovers.

And in the contemporary world of the later books, though Dracula is having affairs with Mina’s own descendants (It’s a bit weird, I know but at least he’s honest about it.) he still seeks her for comfort and guidance. And constantly refers to her as his greatest love. It’s creepy yet sweet.

In this continuity he fakes his death at the end of the Dracula Tape. And when Mina finally dies of apparent old age she comes back as a vampire because his blood is in her system. As his kind of vampire can change their age based on how heavily they feed, she (like Dracula) can look any age she chooses. (Dracula usually looks roughly forty-five-years-old since that’s about the age he was when he died in his mortal life but sometimes he deliberately abstains from feeding to look older or even elderly.)

And with Mina to guide him, Dracula becomes the protector (and casual seducer...) of her mortal descendants.

Mostly the relationship and personality (as well as powers) are very similar to that of the 1979 Dracula film starring Frank Langella.

Another reason I like this version of Dracula is the cause of how he became a vampire is sort of ambiguous. He dies as the historic figure dies but in the Fred Saberhagen novel “A Matter of taste” (Book six of his Dracula novels) it’s revealed that loyalists stole his body and severed head and left a look-a-like in his place.

They prepared him for burial where candles kept going out and the wounds started to heal (including his head apparently re-attaching itself) so they hastily buried him. He rose as a vampire and insisted that it was a “transition of will” that he refused to die. In other words he has no idea how or why he came back as a vampire.

Considering most vampires in the Fred Saberhagen Dracula novels are created by a mortal drinking the blood of a vampire, after having been fed on, this made Dracula very unique and mysterious. I really like this origin. It’s my favorite origin for Dracula since it explains nothing while explaining everything.

It’s a lot better than someone renouncing God and drinking blood from a stone cross...

This one could easily be my favorite female love interest for Dracula, tied with the one I have listed for number 1 but I put two others between this and the number one spot because of their significance to pop culture and my love of some musicals.

3. Mina from Frank Wildhorn’s Dracula the Musical.

This is essentially the musical adaptation of the 1992 Bram Stoker’s Dracula movie. The biggest difference is there is no mention of Dracula’s mortal life’s wife and no suggestion that Mina resembles (or is the reincarnation of) an old love. The only problem is there is little explanation given as to why he falls in love with her other than that he seemed to have a mysterious psychic link with her all along.

Still, the songs are beautiful and the relationship is sweet and this version of Mina is very likable.

2. Mina from Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992 film):

Before I proceed with this one, yes. Yes, I know Dracula and Mina are not actually lovers in the original Dracula novel. I know that when he makes her drink his blood in the novel that it’s more of a rape. But this version plays with the love story Dan Curtis created for his Barnabas Collins and later carried over into Dracula.

Dracula is seeking the reincarnation of his deceased mortal-life wife. And not only was he lucky enough to find her in a look-a-like body but she’s also the age the first wife was when she died (by total coincidence!). At first it seems like he just thinks she looks like his dead wife and he can seduce her but he seems shocked when she starts to actually remember details of his home. (watch his expression as she starts to talk about his homeland. He’s genuinely surprised).

The two begin a consensual love affair that sadly ends with Mina putting him out of his misery.

A least it’s implied he was forgiven and got to go to Heaven despite the things he had done (Much like in Stoker’s original novel. No, really, that’s in there.)

I like the Frank Wildhorn musical adaptation of this version of Dracula slightly better than the original non-musical movie because in the musical you don’t get the weird bleeding cross / renouncing God origin for Dracula’s vampirism. and 2. Mina doesn’t seem to be anyone’s reincarnation or look-a-like. They’re just in love (Even though yes, I know that is not in Bram Stoker’s novel.) But I do have a soft spot for this one because most of it does follow the novel and the musical probably would not exist if not for this movie.

1. Lisa Țepeș from Castlevania.

Lisa fast became one of my favorite love interests for Dracula. She went to Dracula’s castle seeking knowledge and bravely stood up to the antisocial vampire.

Much like Lucy from the 1979 Dracula film she talked back to him. She was bold and brave. She wanted to learn and she wanted the ability to save lives and damn it, she would risk her own life to do it. Dracula fell in love with this personality almost instantly. It was her personality, not her physical beauty that he became infatuated with.

And they were both happily nerdy together. She humanized Dracula and reminded him that there is good in the world. Dracula married her and the two had a son together.

For her sake he learned to trust and love. But it was for that love that he was driven to madness by her death...

Lisa was only forty-five-years-old when she was burned at the stake as a witch while simply trying to help people as a medical doctor.

This version of Dracula was a good man deep inside but pushed to madness and governed by his vampiric instincts he couldn’t bear to be without her. And when she was murdered he blamed almost all of humanity (save for a select few) for it.

And so Dracula began a subconscious quest to be destroyed by going through the motions of wanting to destroy the world. This is not the only plot where Dracula plans to destroy the world and the protagonist catches on that it’s an elaborate and “world’s longest suicide note”. This was also done in the Hammer horror film The Satanic Rites of Dracula. But here it was for heartbreak of a deeply lonely man.

#Count Dracula #Lisa Tepes #Castlevania #Hotel Transylvania #Love at first Bite #Mina Harker #Bram Stoker's Dracula #Carmilla #Renfield #Ericka Van Helsing

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WI have mad respect for the dedication and work you put in for your fics, how you manage to keep everything sorted is beyond me. I’ve been obsessed with blondie’s universe. Ini/DFV Matt are poly and so I was wondering if that’s just a trait of all Matts. If so could we possibly see a poly relationship with blondie/mj/matt? I know matt/foggy is your thing but are they always endgame? Could Matt be happy with just peter? Do ini/dfv matt have other partners beside foggy while being with foggy?

Heya friend!!

Thank you for the compliment! I don’t know how I keep it together either, but I think having a research background helps :D I too, am obsessed with building Miles’s/Blondie’s verse out, so I am thrilled to hear that you’re into it!

Most of my Matts are poly, yes (I don’t think Murderdock is poly, for example, but then again, Murderdock is like the constant exception to the rule in my verses).

I do want to say, though, that (treading lightly here because of spoilers for sidebars) ITSV Matt (Little Red) is already in a very complicated and precarious romantic situation at the minute which isn’t with Blondie and MJ, unfortunately, as MJ struggles with Blondie’s poly-ness and wouldn’t be accepting of another person entering their relationship to the same extent that Peter B.’s MJ is slowly becoming.

This, however, (again–treading ever so fucking lightly) doesn’t mean that Blondie doesn’t have a thing for Little Red. Blondie absolutely still has a thing for Little Red and that causes him some grief because he can’t seem to make himself back off and chill out. Currently, that’s causing some friction between him and Little Red, who’s in some ways, trying to get over Blondie to move on with his life.

So yes.

That’s where we are. I’m going to be revamping a fic once sidebars is done which should explain a little more in depth about what is going on here.

But yeah. Anyways, as for the other questions: while I am indeed a MattFoggy bitch, the two of them together are def not always the endgame of all my headcanons. I could see Matt with a variety of people (Frank, Clint, Kirsten, Wade, Natasha, etc) and I could see Fogs with a handful of others too (Kirsten, mostly. And Marci). But I’m not sure that I could imagine Matt (Little Red Matt, anyways) being happy with just Peter. They’re both so high-tension and high-energy that they need someone to be levelheaded in their relationship(s), in my opinion. Otherwise, I think they’d just burn each other out and the dynamic there would get tense very quickly. Having someone else there to balance the heat out, so to speak, I think would be important in establishing stability and longevity there.

(Of course–that’s obvs me talking about stable relationships. I could totally see Peter and Matt having an on-again-off-again relationship that might be more fulfilling for them. It all depends on what kind of relationship we’re talking about here I guess)

As for Ini/DFV Matts and their partners outside of Foggy?

IniMatt is fixated on Kirsten at the minute. DFV Matt was highly attracted to Jennifer Walters, but made a fool of himself and then second guessed himself and got all twisted up in his feelings and so has since retreated back to Foggy for the minute. Someone else will surely come along for him–Clint is doing his damnedest for example, although the poor guy is having a hell of a time of it since DFV Matt thinks that like 90% of women are excellent, amazing, and lovely but has a whole fucking checklist for the criteria that the men he dates/takes an interest in have to fulfill before he deigns to acknowledge them without spite.

Hope this helps, anon!

#fic #people are asking very good very nuanced questions lately #I'm into it #makes me think #into the multiverse

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Yuletide 2019

dear yuletide writer,

hello and happy yuletide! this is my fifth year taking part and my longest letter yet so i’m just going to jump right in. the suggestions are guidelines. if you’ve got a great idea, go for it. i only ask that you steer clear of my dislikes.

feel free to go through my tumblr for each of these fandoms. i should have tags for them, tho your mileage may vary. i might even have more stuff on my side blog: here. likes:

dysfunctional relationships eg. codependency, messed up father/son dynamics, enemies to lovers, power imbalances.

found family

big loyalty kink. love it when trust is earned and kept.

praise kink

vulnerability in men

open and honest communication between partners

i love ot3s. it’s the journey of them getting together and making it work that interests me the most. or how an established pair goes about bringing in a third person.

stories set in canon. or a divergence of canon.

dark/bleak fics. don’t be afraid to drag characters through the mud. happy endings are welcome but i like the struggle.

i’m fine with anything from gen to porn but would be happiest with something in the middle. i love first times.

canon typical violence is fine and to be expected from some of my choices of fandoms.

detective stories/film noir

magical realism/cosmic horror. weird hints of it in an otherwise normal universe

redemption arcs

characters and relationships are more important than plot for me

dislikes:

AUs that are completely disconnected from canon e.g. coffee shop AUs.

established relationships

crossovers

genderbending

feminisation of male characters

fics that are entirely fluff

A/B/O fics

PWP

mpreg

scat/watersports

first person fics (i have no problem with second person fics tho if you think that could work. they really wow me when done well.)

The Departed (2006) *Billy Costigan *Sean Dignam

one of my favourite films ever. i request it every year so you can't really go wrong with this as i am thirsty for anything. most of my love is for dignam and his tough love attitude towards his job and the undercovers he's responsible for. it's obvious he cares, i don't think you could do a job like that and not care, but those rare and few moments when he softens around billy --we need you, pal-- that's what i would like to see more of. i have written a couple of departed fics myself, centred around costigan/dignam, but in all honesty, i would be happy with anything involving them both. shipping is preferred but whatever you are comfortable with is fine. due to the nature of the film, i am perfectly comfortable with violence and the screwed up relationship they are bound to have. the friction born of the situation vs the fact that they need each other to get through this is what i am all about.

codependency, power imbalances and enemies to lovers tropes are abound here.

fics where billy lives are my usual go-to. the survivability of being shot in the head, that kind of stuff can be hand waved away in fic, and i'd love something that explores the angst of billy's ‘where the hell were you when i needed you’ reaction towards dignam following that ending.

or a canon divergence fic with their totally antagonistic relationship being front and centre. i just ask that there be an underlying level of affection, no matter how buried. when billy is undercover, there’s a special kind of relationship that comes with dignam and queenan being the only people he can talk to.

something i’ve never seen for this but would actually love: a time loop/groundhog day fic

Jurassic Park Original Trilogy (Movies)

*Sarah Harding *Ian Malcolm *Nick Van Owen

i originally wasn’t going to ask for this again this year (i was lucky enough to get treated with a fic a couple of years ago) but then someone other than myself nominated nick van owen which surprised and delighted me and i figured why the hell not.

my passion here is the ot3 potential. i view these three in the same way i view the trio in the first film, meaning i see them as three people who have bonded over a traumatic experience and come out of it forever linked in some way. they spend the entire film looking out for each other and keeping each other safe, and they all separately take care of ian’s daughter at one point and i am fascinated by this and how that could continue in the future. (in fact, i love stories where adults treat kids like adults, not talking down to them–see any shane black film.) i’m looking for an actual relationship between them but would be happy with anything that showcased a connection with every side of this triangle.

anything post-film with them dealing or not dealing with what happened would be amazing. there are quite a few fics based around this idea for the first film’s trio, i’d love to see something like that for these three. (i’ve always been kind of bitter about the way nick just disappears for the last act but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ that’s what fics are for, i guess.)

i don’t like the jurassic world films but i’m fine with fics that take that future into account. a lot of the trauma for these characters comes from the idea that the parks still exist and continue to fuck people up.

Godless (TV 2017)

*Roy Goode *Bill McNue *Alice Fletcher

i’m a massive fan of westerns. the harsh way of life, the violence, the isolation, drawn out revenge plots, the murkiness of good vs evil or sheriff vs anti-hero, the importance of honour and heroism and how that differs for men and women, especially in this universe with its town full of widows. having said all that, i’m still very much a sucker for cool cowboys in a shallow female way.

as you’ve probably already gathered my favourite thing is turning every love triangle into an ot3. so i’d love a fic post canon where roy comes back after realising found family is just as important as real family despite frank’s influence. i imagine bill would try to do the gentlemanly/self depreciating thing of bowing out and letting roy and alice be together but i’d love for alice to actually get a say in this where she wasn’t allowed in the show. however you jigsaw them together my main thing is that bill doesn’t get left out.

i feel the roy/bill aspect in particular could be explored a lot more. i love that they don’t hate each on sight. they learn mutual respect and then smoothly move around each other during the gunfight at the end. (bill’s deteriorating eyesight side plot also fascinates me, how it goes with his loss of purpose -”losing his shadow”- and comes back when teaming up with roy to defend the town. maybe there’s a fic possibility where it flares up again due to his insecurity of roy coming between him and alice. either way, the hints of magical realism here and with frank’s repeated insistence that he’s seen his death and this ain’t it are great and i wouldn’t mind seeing more of that.)

the usual ideas of western masculinity get all twisted around when roy and bill are in the presence of alice and they both seem kind of subby towards her, which yes please. the way alice kisses the scar she gave roy and the fact that he simply lets her is *chef kiss* because i also love the parallel that bill got shot in the hip trying to get revenge for alice. they all have scars that tie them together.

i’m actually very okay with letting them be soft with each other after all of their tragedy.

honest communication between partners could work wonders here.

Barry (TV 2018)

*Barry Berkman *Monroe Fuches

i expected to like this show. dark comedy, depressed hitman, henry winkler, it’s a perfect combination of things. i didn’t expect to get obsessed with barry’s obvious fucked up father-figure hangups. but hey ho, i was pleasantly surprised.

pretty much every one of barry’s relationships in this show has an element of fucked-upness but the barry/fuches one is by far the worst. it’s codependent, it’s manipulative, it’s a little abusive, the power is constantly flip-flopping and most importantly there’s the father/son dynamic that could so easily tip over into something sexual. it’s everything i love. any time fuches calls barry “his boy” it kills me. and i am fascinated by the way barry can go from needy and touch starved to a rampaging killer hunting fuches down by the end and still have that dynamic going strong.

the parallels between them and the barry/gene cousineau relationship, which is fucked up too just in a very different way, are great. love the jealousy it brings and i would even be into a fic set post the season 2 ending, if you could find a way to swing that. though, while i like a little darkness, i would still rather see them fall back into old unhealthy habits than kill each other.

any kind of prequel fic would be amazing too.

and just to be clear i’m more than okay with a sexual relationship between these two but if you don’t want to write it that’s fine. I’d just like all the other aspects of their shitty relationship delved into.

L.A. Confidential (1997)

*Bud White *Ed Exley

pretty much all of my bullet pointed likes come into play here. i’ve nominated two characters but i’d be happy with almost any combination of the characters available in the tagset as long as exley is involved in some way.

ships i like: bud/exley, exley/vincennes, bud/exley/lynn

but if we matched purely on both bud and exley then:

i love the opposites attract partnership bud and exley have and i like that they both seem angry at their attraction to each other. hate-sex with reluctant feelings? always good. i'd love anything that deals with their perceived difference in intellect and/or education. bud being turned-on by exley's smarts, exley realizing how much he's underestimated bud, them being mutually impressed by each other.

if you choose to go down the ot3 route then:

i love fics where exley shows up in arizona and they fall into weird domesticity. i love seeing how three people--especially three people who aren't used to the idea of poly relationships--work their way towards realizing and accepting what they want.

and while i’m not sure what you could do with this knowledge, i’d just like to add that i’ve read the book and i’m somewhat obsessed with the existence of dream-a-dreamland in general. if you could incorporate that in any way i’d be hugely impressed.

POKEMON Detective Pikachu (2019)

*Harry Goodman *Hide Yoshida

this is totally a last minute request that i’ve edited in but is by no means less wanted than the others. i watched this film back when it came out and was honestly surprised by how much i enjoyed it. i’m a massive pokemon fan and have been since i got my pokemon red when i was seven years old and, let me tell you, getting to see all those growlithes waddling about the real world was like a childhood dream come true.

i had a good time and i moved on.

a few days ago i stumbled on a piece of art : here : and it was like the little goblin that is my brain just sat up straight. the very concept of these characters together had never crossed my mind before that but then suddenly the desire for this just casually strolled through my entire headspace, turning on every light as it went.

i love detective stories, i love cop partnerships, i love hot single dads who happen to be cops with cute little pokemon cop partners. i love that harry is kind of a shitty father but he’s now trying his best. i love that hide had nothing but praise and respect for harry when he meets with tim and that he knew things like tim wanting to be a pokemon trainer when he was younger (meaning he and harry had talked about stuff like this.) i love that hide inexplicably has a spare key to harry’s apartment in his desk drawer. i love how absolutely certain hide was in saying harry loved his son more than anything in the world.

there’s history there is what i’m saying, and i’d love to know more about it.

anything set pre-film would be cool. loose cannon harry throwing his whole being into his job to deal with the loss of his wife and his fractured relationship with his son. hide the tired lieutenant trying to rein him in, quietly talking about tim together, keeping him grounded and safe. all up until he can’t, that is. (great angst potential with hide genuinely believing harry is dead.)

anything set post-film would be even better. harry struggling to find balance between being a father and a cop. probably doing a shitty job at it in the beginning. hide trying to help. would love for tim to be an actual presence (outsider POV could be amazing here.)

may sound strange but my favourite thing that used to happen in digimon a lot is when characters would interact with each other digimon partner. i would be massively into a fic about the two of them growing closer through each other’s pokemon partner.

thank you writer and best of luck.

#yuletide #yuletide 2019

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If It’s Magic | Chapter 1

A/N: Hey y’all, I’m still here! Aight so boom, this is gonna be a college series for our my fave demons that picks up about a month after the epilogue of Intimate Friends. (If you ain’t read that btw, go do it!) This chapter is just intro/filler but how else can we start right?

Taglist: @bartierbakarimobisson @oceanscorazon @wakandas-vibranium @wakandan-flowerz @yaachtynoboat711 @great-neckpectations @storibambino @babygirlofwakanda

July 14, 2014 - New York City, Greenwich Village

“The New School? I still don’t quite understand what was wrong with the other place you were accepted into. I thought you liked that school, frau.”

Amira rolled her eyes at her father and handed him a box to carry into the building, ignoring his prodding questions as she grabbed a packed bin of her own.

“Papa, I already told you. There were too many pros to say no. They offered more money, more options, and their curriculum is a lot more progressive than the other school.”

Hannibal snorted, “And it was the only school you and Xavier both got accepted to?”

“That’s just a bonus.”

Francois snorted about how it was more than just a bonus but walked towards the door that Pauline held open for them. Following behind was Jonathan, Amira, Hannibal, and Diana while Elisha kept the car running, planning to go park it once everything was taken out. At the sight of Francois walking towards the door with empty hands, Hannibal called out to his eldest.

“Frank, I believe you’re missing something. You’re not carrying a box.”

“I just got my nails done, I’m not risking it! Plus everything is so...heavy.”

Just when Hannibal opened his mouth with a rebuttal, Amira spoke up.

“Frankie, can you at least take my makeup bag up? You know that’s precious cargo.”

Francois grinned at Hannibal and complied with the simple request, picking the bag up carefully. As they went inside they were almost immediately greeted with the dorm director, a young woman that looked just a hair too awake for 9am. She had a clipboard in her hand and was directing other students as they scurried about the lobby.

“Good morning folks, I’m Madison! May I ask who our newest student is in this lovely bunch?”

Amira pushed past her brothers to stand in front of Madison with a short huff, “That would be me, name’s Amira Lector. Nice to meet you, Madison.”

“Please, call me Maddie! And it’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Amira. Your room is on the second floor and I believe your roommate is already up there! It’s 212, I’ll be handing out dorm keys once everyone is settled.”

After thanking Madison, Amira and family made their way upstairs, thankful that dorm 212 wasn’t far from the elevator. The door was slightly cracked so Amira kicked it open so that everyone could get in, startling her new roommate. The dorms were more accurately two bedroom apartments that were provided on campus, so Amira took her things to her room with a short wave to her roommate. Once her boxes were put down she went back out into the living area to greet the young woman. She was about 5’9, slim but muscular build, skin a lovely honey tone. She sported a pair of gold-rimmed round glasses and looked up at the group of people that were now in her dorm. A slight smile graced her lips while she walked up to introduce herself.

“Hey, my name’s Lucy, nice to meet you. I assume you’re my roomie?”

Amira smiled and nodded before extending her hand to Lucy.

“That would be me, yes! I'm Amira, nice to meet you too.”

After some brief introductions to her family followed by a visit from Maddie to drop off their dorm keys, Lucy left to get food and Amira prepared to say goodbye to her loved ones with promises of bi-weekly video check-ins. Once they left, Amira set off to decorating her room while dancing around to her 90’s playlist.

Xavier laid on his bed with a sigh once his room was finally finished, chuckling as he thought of the conversation he’d had with his mother before finally getting her to go back to her hotel for the night.

“So are you going to tell me why you decided to come here instead of St. Johns? That was a great school.”

He shrugged a bit and put more clothes into his closet before speaking, “It was and still is, but I feel like I can grow more here.”

“And the fact that you and Amira are still in business together didn’t sweeten that fact?”

Xavier grinned. He and his mother had little to no secrets, including how he made his money. She knew enough to be aware but not enough to be considered implicit, so the fact that she mentioned the exact reason he’d picked this college only proved how well she knew her son.

“It did, but with good reason. With the right connections and partners, we could make a big difference here. I know we have our disadvantages at home but here people that look like us go through some really horrible shit and it’s systemic. So, we learn the system and change it from the inside out.”

She leaned back in his chair and nodded thoughtfully, watching him for a moment. It was so quiet that Xavier turned to make sure his mother had heard him properly.

“Oh, I heard all of it. What can I say to that, though? My son is working towards a noble cause for people that aren’t afforded the same opportunities as us. I can’t fault you for that, darling.”

He nodded and sat on his bed for a moment before meeting her gaze.

“I think we can do some really good work here. And if not, I’m pretty sure Amira will find a way to overthrow the government as a contingency plan.”

She laughed but stood and walked over to give her son a hug before getting ready to leave, making sure to remind him to call home if he needed anything.

“Canadian, huh? I’ve always wanted to go but my parents said there were no black people there.”

Amira choked on her green tea laughing at that, looking at her roommate incredulously from the couch.

“Maybe not in Toronto, but there are plenty of us all over Canada. Hell, my mom Pauline is from Jamaica!”

“I thought your mom’s name was Diana? I’m confused,” Lucy paused her writing to look over at Amira curiously.

“Oh, my bad. My parents are poly. My biological mom is Diana, but technically I have three mothers because my father has three wives. That’s still illegal here, isn’t it?”

“You mean bigamy? Yes that’s still very illegal,”Lucy chuckled softly.

“Oi oi, not bigamy. Polyamory, and they work well together. Were really a big happy family and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Amira and Lucy continued to converse well into the night, learning about each other as well as teaching one another things about their respective homes. Just when they were about to turn on some Netflix there was a knock at their door. Lucy, assuming it was their dorm director went and opened the door only to find herself face to chest with the finest man she’d ever seen. Just when she was trying to figure out how to shoot her shot he asked a question that dashed those thoughts before they could even get good.

“Hi, is Amira here?”

The girl in question emerged from her room dressed for bed, wearing a shirt she obviously stole and a pair of boy shorts with her curls covered by her trusty and large bonnet. At the sight of him her face lit up but she folded her arms to feign annoyance.

“Dammit Xavier, you couldn’t show up when I was cute? Or wait till tomorrow like we agreed?”

“I could have, but I didn’t want to. Plus I like seeing Barney,” he said with a grin, referring to the purple of her bonnet.

She would’ve smacked him had he been closer but she opted to just roll her eyes and walk over to the door. Meeting the gaze of her roommate she addressed her sweetly.

“Lucy this is my friend Xavier, he wasn’t supposed to show up tonight so I’ll take this convo out in the hall.”

Lucy nodded in acknowledgement but made her way back over to the tv to pick out a movie. Once the two stepped outside and Amira closed the door behind them she launched herself into Xavier’s arms without much warning. He chuckled and caught her by her thighs, hugging her tightly as she wrapped her body around his. Pulling back to kiss him softly, she scratched at the nape of his neck as she felt her back press into a wall.

“You know...if we were quiet enough I could fuck you in this hallway.”

“Xavier Rose, you are not getting us expelled within the first 24 hours as if it’s an accomplishment.”

He smiled against her lips before dipping his head to press a lingering kiss to her throat. She sighed and hugged him once again before moving to pull her legs from his waist only to have him hold them in place.

“We can talk just like this, Mimi.”

Amira chuckled but played along as she felt butterfly kisses going from her shoulder to her ear.

“Alright, well I’ve been talking to my roommate and learning more about how things operate around here. Have you gotten anything from yours?”

“I have, actually. Turns out my roommate works for a nonprofit that helps disenfranchised people. He’s a good guy.”

“Ooh, that sounds promising. I’m going to look into some student activities tomorrow, find out if they have a BSU and whatnot.”

Xavier hummed thoughtfully but nodded to show that he was listening to what she said. They talked a bit more about their plans and how they would hopefully progress as well as what classes they’d probably start with in registration. After parting ways with a kiss and a promise to spend time together as soon as possible, Amira was back in her dorm room where Lucy was watching Netflix.

“I started watching this movie but we can throw on a baking show after?”

“Um, yes I love baking shows! I just need to go call my brother and I’m all yours, sis.”

Amira went into her room and called Jonathan to check in on the business, happy to hear that everything was running smoothly under his watch. She reminded him to deposit the money that was brought in and who to make payments to, then she found herself talking to her oldest sibling because they took the phone. Francois checked to make sure she ate and was comfortable, then offered to shoot her roommate if they happened to do anything bad to her. She reassured them that she was fed, fine, and that her roommate was a pretty nice person before they finally said goodnight with a laugh. After putting her phone on the charger, Amira went out to watch tv with Lucy until they both finally got tired enough to go to bed.

#the lectors #Amira and Xavier #if it's magic #college fic

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pftones3482 · 6 years

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Cravings

Commission for @yriafehtivan, who is absolutely wonderful and I love writing things for them. Kind of a follow up to the last one I did for them, but you don’t need to read that to understand this. Just know that Annabeth is pregnant.

Spoiler alert: since I’m following canon, and since the latest TOA book just dropped...there will be minor (and major) spoilers. If you haven’t read it and don’t want to be spoiled, don’t read ahead.

Under a cut for both length and spoilers. Ft. PJO characters I think even Rick has forgotten about.

Six Weeks

It was two in the morning, and Annabeth really, really wanted those cookies that they had at the bakery in New Rome. Little dollops of peanut butter cookies with chocolate chips in the middle and maybe just a massive amount of whipped cream slathered on top.

Yeah. That was it.

"Hey. Hey Percy."

She poked his shoulder repeatedly until he groaned and nuzzled his face further into his pillow. "Percy, I want cookies."

"There are Oreos in the cupboard," he grumbled into the fabric.

"Noooo," she whined, well aware that she was being irritating. "I want good cookies!"

"Annabeth it's-" a pause as he squinted at the bedside clock- "two in the morning. Nothing is open."

"New Rome is."

"That's on the other side of the country, babe."

"Just text Hazel. Or Frank. Or Reyna. Pleeeeeaaassssse?"

"What do you propose they do, send it over through an Iris message?"

Annabeth frowned, running a hand over her chin. "Is that a thing? That should be a thing."

"It's not, and there's no way you're getting those cookies tonight. I'm sorry, hon."

Annabeth huffed and flopped back on the pillow, rolling onto her side. Percy inched up behind her, slinging an arm around her hip and letting his fingers drift over her stomach. "They're acting up, huh?"

She snorted and leaned back into his warmth, letting her eyes shut. "That's an understatement. This baby is going to have a sweet tooth."

3 Months

"What do you mean, you're not finding out the gender?" Hazel demanded, eyes flashing as she put away the plate she had been holding. She was visiting for the week, running inventory at one of her jewelry stores in the city. "I'd think you and Percy would definitely want to know!"

"Yeah," Leo mumbled from somewhere under the sink, where he was examining their leaky pipes. He popped his head back out, curly hair sprinkled with dust. "You're a hard ass, but you're a mushy hard ass who wants everything to be perfect."

He squawked as Annabeth threw a sponge at him, thwapping him soundly in the face. She smirked. "There's just...there's been a lot going on lately. A lot has happened in our lives in general," she said, smile slipping as she stared at the floor. "We don't really care, you know? It's not a priority."

A gentle hand settled on her lower back and she looked up at Hazel, who had somehow gotten taller than her as the years went on. Not by much, but enough that she had to tilt her chin to look her in the eyes. Thank gods she was still taller than Piper. "I'm sure they'll be beautiful."

Leo popped up next to them and tossed the sponge in the sink, sliding his wrench back into his tool belt. His grin had softened into something warmer. "Totally. You and Percy...man, if y'all were poly-"

Hazel shoved him, but there was a cheeky smile on her face. "Shut up, Leo. Do you guys have names in mind yet?" she asked, eyeing Annabeth's slowly growing belly. The doctor had told her that she wouldn't start showing seriously until almost three and a half months in, but either the placebo effect was kicking in and she was seeing things that weren't there, or the doctor was wrong, because she already had a small bump.

Annabeth hummed. "A few. People we've lost. Friends."

She lifted her gaze to the ceiling, taking a shaky breath. Hazel and Leo eyed one another, smiles fully gone now, and then Leo settled a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "Hey. I know."

She turned into him, loving the fact that he had only grown a tiny bit taller than her since they were teenagers and that meant that she could bury her nose into his shoulder. Percy would be home soon, but she desperately needed a hug in that moment.

Hazel's hand stroked up and down her back and Leo's fingers twisted through her hair soothingly. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and Annabeth sniffled, pulling back and swiping at her eyes.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I'm just...really emotional."

Leo managed to crack a smile. "No shit."

"And I'm...really craving baked beans, for some reason."

Hazel burst into giggles, her hand still rubbing Annabeth's back. Leo moved to rummage through his tool belt, smirk alighting on his face as he triumphantly pulled a can of beans out of his belt. His eyes glittered with tears, but the smile on his lips was light. "Lucky for you, this has pretty much become a staple of mine over the years. Too much camping."

"You, Leo Valdez, are a god."

"Not yet."

Four and a Half Months

"So this is the first official ultrasound you've done?" Grover asked, his knee jiggling nervously as he sat next to Annabeth in the waiting room. He had offered to come along with her when Percy had been scheduled over her appointment. No matter how nice his boss was, Valentine's day was weirdly one of the busiest days of the year at the aquarium, and he couldn't afford to take off. Luckily, it also meant that the doctor's office was reasonably quiet.

She nodded, shooting him a glare. "Yes, it is. And I swear to Zeus, Grover, if you can somehow smell the gender of the baby, and you slip up, or if you see the gender on the papers and you slip up, I will be making satyr stew."

"Right, right, yes, of course, no telling you the genders of the-"

He snapped his mouth shut, slapping both hands over it, and Annabeth frowned, brain twisting around his words for a moment. "Did...you said genders."

Grover bleated weakly, earning a few weird looks from other patients, and Annabeth's heart froze. "Genders plural. As in-?"

"Annabeth?"

She whipped around to stare at Will, who was leaning in the doorway with a manila envelope in his hands and a grin on his face. Her feet moved of their own volition, carrying her through the door and back into his office. "I have good news for you," he declared as she and Grover settled into the chairs.

"I'm having twins."

Will huffed and shot a look at Grover. "Way to spoil the news, man. Yes. You're having two very healthy babies that I will not be telling you the sexes of for fear that you may maim me with Grover's horns."

"Thank you," Grover grumbled.

They both glanced at Annabeth, who had pressed her hands to her cheeks. "A?" Will said carefully. "You good?"

Her fingers drifted to her lips and she let out a shaky sob. Grover bolted to her side, hands falling on her shoulders. "You okay?" he asked, eyes frantically searching her face.

"Twins," she breathed. She looked up at Will, who had a knowing sparkle in his eyes, and let out a shaky laugh. "I'm having...how the hell am I going to tell Percy?"

Will's small smile turned into a smirk and he shot her a set of finger-guns like the true bisexual he was. "Leave that to your asshole friends."

"Hon, I'm home! You will not BELIEVE what Nelly Sterling did in the dolphin- what's going on?"

Percy stood, befuddled in the middle of his dining room, watching as Will slammed an Ace of Hearts onto the deck of cards in the center of the table. "HA! Suck it, losers, I just kicked all your asses!"

"Fuck you," Nico growled, throwing his cards aimlessly into the pile.

Piper, Leo, Hazel, and Frank followed suit. Grover didn't, only because he was munching forlornly on his supposedly bad hand, and Rachel just sighed and folded her cards neatly into a deck in front of her. Annabeth studied her cards intently for a moment, like she was trying to somehow prove that she was going to win still, and then sighed and flung her remaining cards in Will's face before looking up at Percy and smiling. "Hi hon. Just playing cards with everyone."

Percy lifted an eyebrow. "O...kay? You guys came all the way from California to play cards?" he directed at Hazel and Frank.

They grinned, not answering, and Annabeth took a breath. "Babe, I-"

"Don't tell me the gender. No. Nope."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, glancing around at their friend group. "As if. You know I didn't want to know the genders."

"I know, but it sounded like you might have found out and I...why is everyone grinning?"

"He did fail sixth grade English," Grover noted, still munching on a 2 of Diamonds.

Percy flipped him off. "I failed math and science too, what's your-?"

He stopped, eyebrows furrowing, and turned his gaze back to Annabeth slowly. She and Will were grinning and slowly the wheels in his head started turning. "You...with an s?"

"With an s."

"Holy Hera."

With that, Percy passed out, crumbling to the floor. Will darted to his side instantly, checking his head, while the rest of the table cracked up. Annabeth chuckled. "He okay, Solace?"

Will looked up with a laugh. "Yeah, he'll be fine. Damn, wasn't expecting that."

"Clearly he wasn't either," Nico deadpanned.

Six Months

"Annabeth."

"Mmm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Eating a burger."

"It's seven in the morning."

"I know, I just wanted one."

Percy hesitated, fingers flexing on the back of the dining room chair as he pondered his next sentence. "Sweetheart?"

"Yes?"

"Your burger has horseradish all over it."

"Yes."

"And your fries are covered in it."

"What's your point?" Annabeth demanded, shooting her husband a glare.

He wasn't touching that one, nope. Percy held up his hands. "Just...maybe get a napkin?"

"Will do. Have fun at the career day thing!

Percy waved weakly and stepped back into the living room, where Paul was waiting for him with an amused grin. "Weird, huh?" the man said in a low voice, tossing Percy his jacket. "Sometimes your mother still asks me for pickles in mayo just to mess with my head. But Estelle hates both those things."

"Annabeth doesn't even LIKE horseradish!"

Eight Months

They were in the middle of watching Cutthroat Kitchen when Annabeth sat straight up and settled a hand on her stomach. "Percy."

"Mmm?"

"Percy, my water broke."

Percy was off the couch in a flash, flying to the bedroom to grab their go-bag. Piper, who had been staying with them for the last few days while she interviewed in positions around the city, jumped off the floor and ran to the closet, grabbing shoes and keys and hers and Annabeth's purses. She helped Annabeth off the couch as Percy came running back around the corner, cell phone pressed to his ear and duffel bag flung over his shoulder. He was wearing flip flops and cargo shorts, which Annabeth would be sure to tease him about later.

For now, though, she slipped her own feet into her shoes and leaned on Piper as she led her to the door while Percy bustled around the house, turning off the TV and lights and double checking the stove.

"Yes, Mom," he was saying into the receiver as they clambered out of the house and towards the car. "Yes I know, they're a month early. We'll meet you at the hospital. Will said he'd be on call like this whole month for us, so- yes. Okay. See you guys there. No, tell Estelle she can come after summer gym tomorrow. I'll send her pictures. Can you call Mr. Chase, too? Thanks."

He threw his phone into the backseat and tossed the duffle after it, sliding into the driver's seat while Piper helped Annabeth into the back and slid in with her. The moment they were both buckled, he turned the Prius on and zoomed towards the hospital.

"Babe, you can slow down," Annabeth managed. "I'm not having them this second."

Percy managed a laugh and he slowed down to at least ten over the speed limit. "With our luck? Not taking any chances."

"He's got a point," Piper muttered.

Annabeth frowned. "Okay...fair."

He sped up again.

Piper was pacing the corridor when Leo, Rachel, and Nico came barreling into the waiting room. It was almost two am, and they were all in states of half dress. "How is she?" Rachel demanded as she hugged the woman.

"Doing okay. Will is saying any minute now. He gave her a little bit of ambrosia to help the pain."

Nico frowned. "Will that effect the babies?"

"Doubtful, since both their parents are powerful demigods. Sally is already inside, Paul is grabbing everyone coffee. Mr. Chase is on his way, but his plane probably won't land until later today."

Leo grabbed her hand and squeezed. "Hazel, Thalia, and Frank will be here as soon as they can. I called Chiron and let him know, too. He told me to keep the camp posted. I couldn't get a hold of Grover. Probably out in the woods somewhere with no cell service, but with his and Percy's empathy link, he'll probably know."

Nico was watching her with calculating, sad eyes. "Are you going to be okay?"

Piper almost scoffed. "Me? I'm not the one giving birth to two babies."

Leo was giving her the same look now, albeit softer. "No. But it's July 1st."

"So? It's..."

"Jason's birthday," Nico finished, shooting his gaze to the shut doors that led to Annabeth.

Piper shook her head, taking a shaky breath. "I'll be fine. We'll all be fine. The babies will be amazing, and here comes Paul with the coffee. Hi Paul."

Paul gave her a small smile and handed her a steaming cup. He had a tray of cups in the other hand, and he pushed that into Nico's grasp. "Wasn't sure what you all drank, so I just got a bunch of sugar and creamer to put in as you please."

He turned back to Piper and nodded at the door. "Any word?"

"Nothing yet," she said, taking a swig. "Will said-"

A ragged cry shut everyone up and they all turned to the doors.

Jason Charles and Bianca Grace Jackson-Chase were born at 7 pounds, six ounces, and 8 pounds, 4 ounces, respectively. Jason had his mother's stormy gray eyes and the soft tufts of black hair on his head suggested it would match Percy's. Meanwhile, Bianca had the opposite situation, with her father's piercing green irises and blonde hair that was barely visible on the top of her head. Their noses had the same peaks and upturned features, but otherwise they could not look more different.

Will wrapped Bianca in a tiny golden blanket that had the symbols of each of the cabins woven onto it, and Jason in a silver one with the same emblems, both courtesy of the Athena cabin. Both blankets had been blessed by the Apollo and Hypnos cabin, to provide a soothing sleep to the infants. They took to them immediately. Annabeth was exhausted, so she opted to let Sally cradle Jason while Percy took Bianca, a soft finger already caressing her cheek.

She would be a daddy's girl, Will could already tell.

He poked his head out of the room, eyeing all of his friends with a weary smile. "Two at a time. Family first. Paul, that means you. Piper, you too."

She looked up, wide eyed, and glanced at the others. Frank, Hazel, and Thalia had all arrived in the time since Sally had come out and told them the names of the babies. Thalia had started crying, and Piper wasn't far behind her. Nico had even gone a little teary eyed, his face flushed. Will wanted nothing more than to gather him up, but he had a job to do.

"Me?" she said in surprise. "If anything, Frank is probably closest related to Percy. Or Thalia or Nico."

"Yeah, but Annabeth wanted you to come in first. No offense."

"Nah, we get it," Rachel said sincerely. She patted Piper and pushed her gently towards the room, and the woman stood up and walked in alongside Paul.

Percy looked up at them, smile wide, and nodded his head at his mother. Sally moved around the bed and settled Jason carefully into the crook of Piper's arms while Percy handed Paul Bianca.

Piper almost started crying again, her throat aching as she traced the features of the baby with her eyes. He was sleeping soundly, and she was almost glad that he looked so much like Percy. If he had had Annabeth's hair...

Percy's hand settled on her upper back, thumb stroking gently. "Love you, Pipes."

She sniffled and leaned into his shoulder, still cradling the baby to her chest. She glanced up to find Annabeth watching them and gave a small smile. "Proud of you two," she said, voice low so as not to interrupt Sally and Paul, who were cooing over Bianca (who was very much awake and bewildered by the attention, blessed blanket be damned).

Annabeth beckoned them over and they complied, Piper handing Jason back to Percy and then threading her fingers through Annabeth's. "What's up?"

"We wanted to ask...and we're going to ask Grover and Thalia, too, but we wanted to ask you first...if you'd want to be their godmother?"

The tears spilled over again and she whipped around to look at Percy, who was grinning at her and running his thumb absently along Jason's fingers. "You're serious?"

"Well, you're only supposed to have one godparent," Percy mused. "But seeing as one of them is a Lord of the Wild and the other one is a Lieutenant of Artemis, we thought it best to have a bunch. Of course, everyone in that waiting room and Chiron is going to be an emergency contact, and if they have powers..."

He trailed off, seeming to realize that he had been rambling, and shrugged. "But yes, to answer your question. We're serious."

"Of course," Piper breathed. "It would...be more than an honor."

"Are we too late?"

Percy glanced up from the cradles where Bianca and Jason were sleeping and sucked in a breath at the sight of not only Poseidon but Athena as well standing, human sized, thank gods, in the room. Poseidon was wearing his usual, Bermuda shorts and sandals and a Hawaiian shirt, and Athena was in a t-shirt and jeans, but they gave off a regal air that Percy hadn't felt in a while. He was amazed he didn't combust on the spot.

"Not at all," he managed, gesturing them over.

"Odd," Poseidon mused, "that they don't stay with their mother."

"It's to monitor them," Athena and Percy chorused. He flushed at her raised eyebrow and ducked his head. She let him finish. "And so that Annabeth can sleep. That's...what she's doing now. I can go wake her up if-"

"Let her sleep," Athena assured him, leaning over the cradle of Bianca and giving a small smile as the baby yawned. Percy wasn't sure he had ever seen such a soft look on her face. It made her appear almost human.

"They're powerful, you know," Poseidon warned him.

Percy winced. "Grover said pretty much the same thing when he got here. Is it because we were in the seven?"

"Not only that," Athena said, straightening and looking to him. "You were the original prophecy. For Kronos. And then both of you fell to the prophecy of the seven. You bore the curse of Achilles. Annabeth defeated Arachne, no small task. You are two of the most powerful demi-gods I've seen since...perhaps even Hercules. Combined..."

She shook her head and Percy swallowed, suddenly very nervous. Poseidon clapped him on the shoulder. "What she means to say, since she has no delicate filter-"

"Why should I?"

"What she MEANS, is that yes, it is in part because of the prophecies. But you are both capable adults. Smart. Strong, mentally and physically. You have friends everywhere who would give themselves up for you in an instant."

Percy's eyes stung and he looked at the infants, wrapping both arms around himself. "I know."

"A prophecy, if I could?"

They looked up to find Rachel leaning in the doorway with Apollo, who had a gentle smile on his face. Percy was almost relieved to see him. Since his bout as a human, he had become much kinder, more down to Earth. "As long as it doesn't involve death, please."

"No death," the sun god promised. He crossed the room and eyed the children, his grin warm (no pun intended). "Not even really a prophecy. Just a prediction. They will be well loved, but you know this already. Well loved, and protected, and you don't need to worry about them. Except Jason will have a hard time learning how to ride a bike. Work on that."

Percy managed a laugh and he shook his head. "Thank you. All of you, for coming. I appreciate it. I'm sure Annabeth would too, if she was awake."

"Of course, son," Poseidon said. He squeezed Percy's shoulder. "Expect gifts when you get home."

He walked out normally, most likely so as not to kill all the babies in the room, and then Athena nodded to him. "From myself as well. Though it may not be what you expect. You and my daughter..." She eyed him for a moment, and then gave him a genuine smile. "You've done well."

She walked out as well, leaving only Apollo and Rachel, the latter of whom was leaning over the babies and telling them soft stories about Cerberus. Percy looked to Apollo. "You meant all that?"

Apollo smiled, sliding a pair of sunglasses on that Percy found redundant in a few ways. "Of course. You'll do well, Percy. Stop worrying."

"Kind of a habit, at this point."

"Trust me, I know."

"So they're healthy?" Jason asked.

Nico nodded, tracing his toe along the ground and glancing up at the one-way Iris message showing the babies. It was against the rules, and he'd probably be scalped if his father found him here, but he couldn't not come. "Yeah. They're both doing incredible."

Beckendorf crossed his arms over his chest, eyes glittering. "How come Grace over here got the first name on the one AND the middle on the other? I only got the middle name."

Jason snorted and smacked Beckendorf on the shoulder playfully. They had gotten close since he had shown up in Elysium, the larger man reminding him a lot of a weird combination of Leo and Piper. Silena was sweet too, more similar to Hazel than anyone. "I'm just cooler, admit it."

Nico grinned and swiped through the message, glancing behind him. "I have to go. I couldn't bribe the guard for more than twenty minutes. I don't know when the next time..."

He trailed off, smile falling, and Jason gave him a sad look, reaching out and settling his hand just over his shoulder. "Hey. It's cool. Tell them congrats from us, okay? That we love them."

Nico swallowed the lump in his throat. "Yeah. Yeah, I will. Thanks."

"Clarisse, no," Annabeth said firmly. "Appreciate it, but no way. I'm not giving babies knives as a present."

Clarisse rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, they wouldn't actually use them! Not until they can hold like, forks and shit, anyway. It's for protection!"

Percy shook his head and looked to Leo, who was helping him set up the bassinets for his and Annabeth's room. "Need help there?"

"Do you know how to put together a joint Celestial bronze and Imperial gold basket complete with a monster-proof security shield?" Leo asked without even looking up.

"Uh...no?"

The young mechanic glanced up and grinned. "Then I think I'm good. Thanks, though. Go see if Frank and your mom need help in the kitchen."

Percy snorted. "And burn the house down? I'll pass."

He found an empty spot in the garden outback, overflowing with new flowers from the Demeter cabin and Demeter herself. For a moment, Percy let himself breathe.

"Congratulations."

He jumped a good foot, spinning on the intruder, and froze. "Hestia."

The goddess smiled, mischief glinting in her fiery eyes, and held out a wrapped parcel. "This is for you. Your family. I appreciate what you have done for me."

"I haven't-"

"My name has been spoken more now, because of you. What you have done. I am more powerful, more present in the universe. The hearth and the home has become much more important to people because you stopped to trust me and my presence. Thank you, Percy Jackson."

She vanished in a burst of warmth and Percy shut his eyes quickly, opening them only when the cool evening air was the only thing brushing his skin. He turned over the brown package in his hands, wondering, and then pulled off the twine and let the paper fall away.

Had he not known what Hestia's sense of humor was like, he might have thrown the object across the yard. As it was, he still winced a little, but turned the almost perfect replica of Pandora's jar in his hand, eyeing it.

The only difference was that at the top, around the rim, danced intricate carvings of owls and tridents, each glowing a different hue of grey and blue. He pulled open the top out of pure curiosity and reached in, pulling out a piece of paper that had been folded up a few times.

Unfolding it, he found the word "Peace" written on it in swirling gold letters. On the next, "Prosperity." Love. Joy. Serenity. Patience.

Pandora's box, but instead of the evils of the world, she had given him a list of the joys he was sure he would need and want in the future. He looked back at the house, through the window at his wife, who was now cradling Bianca and talking to Grover, who was cooing something at Jason. He smiled and turned back to the gift.

At the bottom of the jar, Hestia had left him hope.

#pjo #percy jackson #trials of apollo #heroes of olympus #my writing #writing commissions #toa #hoo

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gentlemenclubbbz · 6 years

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the start of an adventure (poly-ish)

Request: the reader works as a pizza delivery driver and ends up delivering to the cancer crew during the Deadly Twister Waldo Edition video. And you end up drinking with them -- and probably more. Also, I think this will have a follow-up with you becoming their uh...slave. So...expect that soon, I guess?

Oh, and uh, Merry Christmas and happy holidays for you all <3 It’s a Christmas miracle.

***

Your finger froze on the ringer as you heard screams coming from inside the house. “The fuck?” you exclaimed to no one in particular, furrowing your brows. OK, that…that was weird. Maybe it was just your imagination.

You sighed – this was your last delivery for the night and you just wanted to get it over with and go home to relax. And you didn’t really want to meet with some weirdos that only meant trouble…

You hear a scream again, but you completely ignore it (if the owner is a hard sex enthusiast, then so be it) and push the button. It rings – the screams seem to stop. Good, at least you don’t have to hear them out loud. But you were starting to sweat; what if the person would come straight up naked? Or in some weird gimp suit, with someone tied with a collar behind him...

Wait, ok, that wouldn’t be so bad. That would be an interesting experience. But whatever – this was your job. You’ve seen weirder stuff, to be honest. All kinds of people. So…

This would mean nothing to you.

What else was new under the sun?

“Shut up, you cunts, the pizza is here!” you hear a not-so-muffled shush and someone fumbling with the lock of the door. You brace yourself –

--but you’re not ready to see a dude dressed up as Waldo, his face caked with whipped cream. He was swaying from side to side, his eyes glazed over with alcohol. Ok, just what the hell was going on in this house?

“H-Hello,” you curse yourself for losing composure. Not very professional. You shifted the many boxes in your arms and resume. “Umm, are you –“

“Cum inside, I dunno where my money at…” the long haired boy mutters and turns his back on you. Did you hear that right...?SERIOUSLY? You got to do this by yourself? With no help from this handsome and strong-looking man? Well, whatever – you can’t please everyone and it’s your duty to deliver them. You met with assholes like him before. You’re just gonna do whatever he wants as quickly as possible and go home. And you won’t ask ANY questions about his current outfit and endeavor.

You follow Waldo dude inside and try to close the door behind you. When you manage to do that, you’re aware that there were a lot of male voices coming from inside. Yelling, joking and laughing. Ok, you were in a weird place, weren’t you? You try to ignore it and move on, until you arrive in the living room.

You gasped: what a sight! It was a mess, a twister board laid out on the floor, filthy with spaghetti sauce, mouse traps and...

Oh no, were those candles...?

Two other guys were dressed as the first one, one tall and lanky while the other was shorter and had a nice ass. A fat guy had stripes painted over his body, holding a pan in his hand, for some reason. There was another dude that was behind a camera, but he shied away as soon as your eyes landed on him. You shrugged -- whatever. You put the pizza boxes on the counter, pushing some empty beer bottles out of the way. You didn’t care if they fell on the floor; everything was already messy enough. Besides, your arms were tired.

“Wait a second, I’ll go get my money...” the first Waldo drifts off and disappears somewhere down the corridor. You sigh and stare at the other two Waldos: the shorter one was eyeing you, coated in spaghetti sauce: charming. The tall one was busy texting someone, clearly not interested in you.

Ok...Might as well strike a conversation while you’re waiting for the money. Hopefully it’ll come soon. The guy didn’t seem very capable of holding himself together.

“So, uhh...watch’a guys doin’ here? Sum kind of strange porno?”

The shorter one snorted while you managed to earn a small smirk from the tall one. “You might say so,” he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. He seemed the most sober one around here. The fat guy didn’t even bother to look at you, busy complaining under his breath about the paint on his body. Whatever.

“But it’s a lot painful,” the other added, stepping closer to you as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“And are y’all gay?”

“He is,” shortie laughs and points at the taller one.

Tall guy rolls his eyes “Yeah, I’m a living meme.”

“Pfft,” you smile. “And you’re playin’ twister?”

“Twister with a twist!” shortie winks as he suddenly extends his hand towards you. “I’m Joji, by the way.”

“Liar! You’re Filthy Frank.” Tall guy interjects, coming towards you with a huge grin. You’ve got them all hooked up, line and sinker.

“Filthy Frank?” you raise an eyebrow as you shake his rather soft hand. Cute. “Is that your stage name?”

Joji wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, his voice suddenly changing into a rougher tone “Might be, honey.”

“Riiiight...” you chuckled slightly. “No, seriously, what are you doing here?”

“We’re YouTubers,” the tall one you still didn’t know the name of bragged.

“Ok, this still doesn’t explain the candles--”

“It’s called the Deadly Twister Challenge,” Joji explained quickly.

“What?!” the tall dude interjects, appalled. “Who came up with this stupid name? I thought we’ve agreed on Twister or Die.” Why did he look so genuinely upset when he said that?

Joji shrugged “It was Max’s idea, Ian.” So now you knew both the guys’ names. “He’s the one posting it.”

“I see you guys’ve been drinking a lot,” you casually remark. Suddenly, the pizza smelled damn good. And you were hungry.

“Interested?” Joji wiggles his eyebrow, shoving his can bottle of beer in front of your face.

“I might be. It’s hard to delivery pizza. The people you stumble upon...” you shake your head, grabbing the bottle and taking a long deep sip. Ahhh, it felt so good. Better than the ice-cream waiting for you at home.

“Why don’t you help us, then?” Ian intervenes. “We’ve got plenty more to drink.”

“Besides,” Joji adds, “you can relax with us. We promise we’re fun.”

You shrug “I won’t say ‘no’ to free booze.” Better than spend your time alone and sad on a couch. Meeting weird Waldo dudes? It could prove to be an interesting night. Get wasted? Fuck yea. You’re free tomorrow. Might as well make the most of it.

“Great, make yourself comforta--”

“Oy, do you guys have some money for the darn pizza?” Max, you presumed, came from wherever room he went and shouted very loudly, scaring the crap out of you. “I can’t find it!”

You turn to face his cute frustrated expression and smile gently “Hey, don’t worry, it’s on me.”

Max is just genuinely confused “Wait, what? Do you guys know each other or something?”

“Nah,” you finish Joji’s beer in one gulp. “If you offer me alcohol, you get the pizza for free.”

He ponders it for a few seconds before his mouth curled into a huge grin and he waddles towards you, arms open. “Woah, what?!” you get to say before you’re enveloped in his sweaty self, caking you with the whipped cream he had on him. You pat him awkwardly on the back, not used to affection from strangers -- but a part of you thought that they weren’t as strange as you initially thought. They looked friendly and open: it was worth trying to get to know them. If it will end up with you dead in a ditch...

Well, it was worth the alcohol.

“Kay there, buddy, you can let me go now,” you laughed, but the boy -- Max -- wouldn’t budge. Ian the tall dude sighed and pried his friend away easily, despite being a skinny beanpole.

“C’mon, Max, or else they won’t give us free pizza anymore.”

Max made a face -- was he drunk out his mind? Probably. He looked pretty fucked. But that was great, it was a big mood.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on ditchin’ you guys. So, where’s the beer?”

The room was spinning -- no, that was the ceiling. Turning round and round and never stopping. You tried to move: an arm was holding you back in place. Where were you? Damn, you can’t remember anything.

Wait, you do.

You started drinking, joined by the three boys and their friends behind the camera. You ate all the pizza in seconds; you didn’t realize you were famished. You drank some more. The world began to blacken and you started to slur as you laughed at the fucked up shenanigans the boy were getting themselves into. Even John Cena appeared at some point, shoving pancakes into Ian’s dirty mouth. You had no idea the guys were such VIPs. Things spun out of control soon enough as you started interrupting them with your loud laughter, causing them to laugh and roll onto the floor. They asked you to join them as a special guest, in your silly pizza uniform, yelling that this isn’t paid advertising. You joined the fun, having your fingers hit by the mouse traps (luckily, the candles all died down), got dirty on spaghetti sauce and ended up belted more times than ever in your life. Somehow, you were trapped in between the boys, sandwiched between their hot and messy bodies, all breathing down on you. You had no idea who started it first, when the video all ended with Ian rolling onto the floor in pain from the shock collar. You remember Joji pulling you closer to his chest, gazing huskily into your eyes and whispering how much he wanted to kiss the ketchup of your lips. You leaned in, more confused than anything, but immediately got distracted by Ian yelling. You rushed to help him and he simply took the chance to grab your head and pull you down with him. You kissed -- the others got jealous. Chad and the rest ran before things got a little bit too hectic for them. Max pulled you off of Ian, and started to act all possessive, yelling, snarling. You had no idea what was going on -- you felt sick all of a sudden from the commotion.

The last thing you remember is yelling that you’ve found Waldo and then your whole world collapsed.

Just like you probably did since the back of your head hurt. You groan, trying to move again, but the same arm pulled you back to a sturdy chest. Birds were singing outside and you were sporting the biggest hangover you’ve ever had in your entire life. Great -- at least you weren’t feeling sick. Just your head was heavy.

“Mmm...” you hear someone moaning in your ear and try to slowly turn your head to see who was doing that. You could only spot a shock of black hair: was it Joji? That was the only explanation. “Dammit...” you could at least try to move your legs -- but they were held down by... “Oh..” It was Max, sleeping on them and hugging them tight. When you tried to kick him off, he growled and did not let you. You sighed: where was Ian?

“You’re awake,” you suddenly hear a voice to your side, and you turn your head to see Ian’s hazel eyes staring groggily into yours. He grinned largely -- now you spotted a few hickeys on his neck.

What.

“What happened?” you asked.

“A lot.” He doesn’t go on. He just stares at you with a sort of crazed look, like he was eating you up. “I think we’re going to be great friends...” his tone held a lot of implications, and you shuddered. Something must’ve happened...

Something good.

Your desires and mind said so. Maybe you can’t remember exactly what went between the three of you, but..

“Yeah...we will be.”

We will be more than that.

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