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fruitzbat · 9 months

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There is this bizarre mischaracterization problem with Kingsley in the CR fandom that I think shows a certain level of contempt for the character himself — and honestly, I think it’s really revealing about a troubling hallmark of conditional support of nonbinary people in real life, which I find beyond hypocritical given…well, let’s get into it.

For starters, I'm not bothering with leaving a disclaimer about how not all fans do xyz or why I think that anyone should listen to me over anyone else. We’re adults here, we should know that things are nuanced by now. I also think talking about my own qualifications here is silly and masturbatory given that this is fandom and I'm very much doing it for free along with almost everyone else, so I'm not gonna waste the space.

Getting into the exceptions and such is well beyond the scope of this post, and I frankly don't think anything I say in this will convince anyone of anything — I just need to get it out there. If any of does change your mind, great! Icing on the cake.

*eyes glowing* anyway,

Given the admittedly considerable amount of work I do relating to his character, I wade through Kingsley's character tag a lot, and in many different places. On here, on Twitter, on AO3, his tag is full to the gills of bits of people writing stories in which he steals up to a certain member of the Nein and showers them with gifts and forehead kisses and...for lack of a better term, 'Mollyisms', and lays there enraptured while they talk about their relationship with Molly — who, obviously, is him. He's called "circus man" and is unbothered by it; it's testimony to the fact that this person and Kingsley have a history that transcends silly things like death.

Thus, the general depiction of Kingsley within the fandom is one that is not unlike Molly's, if not a 1:1 replica: a fun-loving, carefree libertine whose sun often rises at a certain other member of the Nein's forehead and sets are their toenails. He's curious about his past lives, but sees minimal distinction between them and himself.

And that's utter motherfucking hogwash.

The thing is, Kingsley's not an act II of Molly. He’s arguably a very different person from Molly, and the drift in Molly’s canon and fanon depiction is an essay on its own (not to mention the shift in perception in-universe, also brilliant and fascinating in its own right).

And I sincerely want us to think about that oversight in the same vein as if there were a considerable amount of Critters making content about, say, Beauregard Lionett falling in love with a man when she's explicitly a lesbian. Like, to me, it is that dire. And I will explain why that is momentarily: once I finish talking about who he actually is, and one of the principal culprits that I blame for this schism.

"But fruitzbat," some people might cry. "But fruitzbat, we have so little to go on. He's hardly shown himself on stream and he does, in the end, come from Molly!"

To that I would reply "skill issue," because Kingsley very much has distinguished himself from his siblings. Fandoms have extrapolated way more about a character with far less in the past. I didn't live through Superwholock on this website for anyone to tell me that they can't pull a fully-fledged character out of one episode of something. With all due respect, git gud.

Kingsley is a hustler and a cutthroat. He's driven, micro-managey — like, PAINFULLY Type-A, and interested in staying alive and making a name for himself; but in contradiction with this sense of self-preservation, he’s also ready to impulsively give himself up for a greater good and/or "make new mistakes", which can be read as altruistic at its best and unhealthy and self-deprecating at its worst (a trait which he definitely shares with Molly). In commenting on his new outfit, I’ve shitposted in the past that Kingsley is frum, but it's really not that far off. He doesn't like to leave things to chance, and also strongly believes in taking care of his own — he notably takes excellent care of the Nein Heroez’s crew. He doesn't suffer fools, he's snarky (too many examples to list them all, but have a few of my favorites), and also thoughtful and analytical and a skeptic. And most of all, he’s eager to learn and curious — not just about Molly and Lucien, but in general.

He jokes about being Lucien at one point, but makes it very clear that it's not him when people in his life make that slip-up. He's also been making the point that he’s not either of them as early as the campaign finale. And within the special, too, it’s pretty unambiguous. And then there’s Taliesin himself, also making it very clear that he’s a separate animal and on top of that, that he’s an absolute fucking badass.

And as mentioned, it's true that there's overlap with some of Molly's business — he's theatrical and loves fashion, for instance. But honestly, this character has far more in common with Lucien than he does with Molly. Lucien, who spoke multiple languages and lead a mercenary group into Aeor and back multiple times. Lucien, who even the mere prospect of him being resurrected was enough to reassemble the Tombtakers. If that’s not the makings of a Plank King, I’m not sure what would be.

And here's another thing: "Kingsley came from Molly" in and of itself is a misnomer. Based on both the stream and the addendum from the Lucien novel, Kingsley is mostly the reforged soul of Lucien — Molly's soul fragment was reintegrated into the rest of Lucien's. Kingsley is what was born from that fusion. When interceding on the failed Raise Dead spell, Caduceus said "put it back...whoever it was." There's just as much potential to say that it was Lucien's soul returned to that purple body by Melora as it was Molly's.

In all candor, I think it has a good deal to do with how many vocal Molly fans wanted Widomauk to be canon or somehow endgame.

The inherent tragedy of the dynamic between Caleb and Molly is that there is a constant specter of what could have been. Neither encountered each other when they were at a point to pursue their attraction, and Molly was dead before anything could come to pass. As a passive observer, I think that this what could have been has bled into the fanon interpretation of all kinds of purple tiefling content, mostly because there's so little to analyze otherwise. One only has to glance at the tags for the Lucien novel or the Molly origin comic to see what I mean. And I think that this has also significantly impacted the fanon depiction of Kingsley.

I find that this fandom in particular has a huge problem with sacrificing characterization in the name of fanon archetypes and tropes, but due to the distinct nature of Kingsley’s character this can veer into…I mean, pretty ugly territory.

People love the reincarnated lovers trope, and I see that applied here the most, to which I always want to remind people that Kingsley is probably more like a joined Trill. He has these past lives and memories, but just like Ezri isn’t quite Jadzia isn’t quite Kurzon Dax, Kingsley isn’t Molly isn’t Lucien. Ezri didn’t hop up and get busy with Worf, even when Jadzia had been his wife. Far from it, actually. Similarly, Jadzia had an entire exploratory episode dedicated to encountering Kurzon’s spouse and deciding that she (regretfully for lesbians everywhere) felt differently.

It’s true that it’s not completely baseless; I’m genuinely not saying that. It’s true that one of the first things King did was flirt with Caleb when he woke up. And then when he’d come more into his own, there was all that wild talk they had during the…

Oh wait, that’s right. They didn’t speak one on one even once during the reunion. So the argument could easily be made that in the chunk of the stream that showed us the most about who King was as a person, he didn’t touch Caleb with a thirty-nine and a half foot pole. Meaning that at this point in time, the basis of the ship is predominately Caleb’s relationship to his elder siblings.

I don't have time and ultimately have no interest in unpacking that in terms of it being solid foundations for a romantic relationship — we all can read, baruch hashem — and will also assume that there’s content about that dynamic that explores that weirdness with all the complexity that it deserves. But my central point here is that I’m seeing vanishingly little of it, and far more of it being used in a way that denies Kingsley his own identity. The point isn't hating on a ship. Widoking in and of itself is fine, the point is that people aren't actually shipping Kingsley with Caleb. They're shipping him with someone wearing the skin of his dead older brother.

Which brings me to my next point...

I find this aspect to be incredible given the extraordinary way that this campaign explores trans identity and narrative. Plenty of other folks have written about the extent that campaign 2’s focus on identity as a theme has resulted In one of the most comprehensive studies of several different types of trans stories. Like, VETH?!?

BEAU?!?! Not to mention FJORD’S UNRELENTING T-BOY SWAG?!?!?!

And yet.

And, yes, it is that deep. Let me explain.

Molly and Lucien are canonically genderfluid. Kingsley hasn't come out as anything yet, so the jury is still out... though many people, myself included, headcanon that he's some flavor of not cis.

For me, this is because Kingsley’s narrative is arguably more a traditional trans one than Lucien or Molly's: being born with the expectation that he would be one thing, then coming to his family — who hold that expectation quite dearly — and asserting that he is someone and something else completely different from that. Lucien and Molly are trans characters, no doubt, but their stories are not about being transgender. And there is an intrinsic quality to King's that definitely is.

The notion of "trans narrative" is also something applied to someone like Nott/Veth, even in a world where transness is not stigmatized. So while transphobia is not a thing as we understand it in Exandria, that doesn't change that Kingsley “came out” and transitioned in a more recognizable way to us than Lucien or Molly ever had to — in the same light as Veth arguably struggling with her self-image in a way that many trans viewers find exceedingly familiar.

If we can apply the queer critical lens and think of Fjord being a trans guy deconstructing toxic ideas of masculinity, or of Beau being a trans girl dealing with transphobic parents that wanted a son, got one, and cast her aside, we can also use that same level of discernment when it comes to Kingsley. There's precedent.

I don’t mean to get personal here, but the flat out dismissal of Kingsley's identity as an individual and not as the sum of other parts reminds me so much of my own experience of having come out as non-binary and then telling people that I was going to start HRT. The support dried up almost immediately the minute I made it clear I wanted to switch pronouns again and pursue medical transition, though I still conceived of myself as effectively genderless.

So long as you’re fun and funky and trans in a way that isn’t obtrusive, it’s fine. Well, “fine” isn’t the right word, but people are so fucking terrified of you becoming one of “those” trans people and taking the scary hormones and changing your body and getting the surgeries. It's the cousin of that perennial TERF talking point of "why can't you just be a tomboy/effeminate gay guy". As if being a tomboy/fem guy is somehow easier, too!! But I digress. To a lot of folks, Kingsley can be whatever he wants..........so long as he doesn't reject Molly as a foundational part of him, if not the, and heaven help him if he diverges from the mold Molly left for him.

For this reason (and for other transgender reasons that I don't want to get into), that has made engaging with a lot of this faux-Kingsley content difficult. Because Kingsley came out! Kingsley has told everyone who he is and what he's about, and folks are ignoring that in favor of an interpretation that centers a different person's existence entirely. And with this coming from a group of fans that tends to trend towards being trans, too, that's quite the bitter pill.

Creatively, I firmly believe that people can do whatever they want forever. And everyone has the right to make content where their Barbies scissor. I, for one, also am 100% guilty of it in other contexts. That doesn't bother me.

What does bother me is a collective delusion where a significant chunk of the fandom, in missing their tragically dead non-binary character, effectively stuff a separate one that resembles him back into the closet without noticing the cruelty of doing so. In fact, relishing in it.

And while these people are fictional and aren't real and can't feel pain aside from what we inflict on them narratively, it gives me pause about the way this trend mirrors common transphobic behavior I have experienced as a non-binary person myself. Thus, I cannot possibly watch it happen and not feel compelled to say something about it.

In essence, Kingsley has told us time and time again who he is and what he's about. If we say as fans that we respect the narrative integrity of Campaign 2, I think it's important that we listen and honor that.

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tinypixl · 2 years

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Part of @inkyquince Omega Hunt collab 🎉

Pairing(s): Alpha!Remy (m) x Omega!Reader (f)

(Implied Omega!Robin (f) x Omega!Reader (f))

Warnings/Additonal Info: 18+ smut, Non-con, Afab reader (no pronouns), Discrimination, General Omegaverse Stuff, Predator/Prey, Mentions of blood & injury, Implied wlw reader, Mentions of whips, Slight violence, Breeding/Impreg mention, Rough sex, Condescension, Choking, Slight mention of vomit, Implied kidnapping, Bratty/Defiant!Reader

You used to have a certain kind of ritual back when you were younger, back when everything had still been okay in your narrow worldview.

Delicate feet would sneak out of different bed, climb out of a different window, lie down onto different grass in the dark of the night. Once there, you would close your eyes and wait. Until tiny, cool droplets gently hit your former small face like liquid pearls. A soft smile tugging on the corners of your lips. It had given you a feeling you couldn't quite describe, but it was peaceful.

Even after your former life had been ripped out of your hands it had been your comfort. One that you shared. How could you not? So it had been the comfort of both of you two. Sneaking out of smaller beds, tiptoeing through the dark halls instead of climbing out of a window and lying down outside in the darkend garden hand in hand, as the rain would caress your skin. It was peaceful, it felt like home.

After you had ran you tried to recreate the same scenario again. Again, sneaking out of a larger bed, finally being able to climb out of a window again and lying down onto... not quite grass. Then, you waited until you felt the touch of the cool water on your face again. It had been peaceful, it felt like home. But that time something was missing.

Your hand tingles, the cheap metal around your neck feeling heavy.

Everything seemed to happen so fast. Too fast for your brain to really process it. The mayor's voice rang through the area. The time was ticking for all of you. Your mind went through your backup-plan on repeat. All the while, shoulders bumped into you left and right, trying to make the most of what little time they had left. You didn't follow them. Your form quiverd, your throat was dry and everything felt so sensitive. Your irritated eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, greedliy taking in the blurry picture, looking around frantically.

Until

You finally spotted her. Standing there, frozen just a few meters away from the cages. Whatever these bastards had given you must have hit her hard.

"ROBIN!!"

She showed no reaction to your call.

Not daring to waste another second you grab her by the wrist and pull her along into the dark woods before you. In a direction no one else had ran to. Robin shakily looked up.

"Remember what I told you...", you breathed. Her thick sugary scent tingling your senses.

Hungry gazes on both of your backs, you disappear beyond the trees.

It was so unfortunate that your urgency had made you fail to spot a certain familiar face among the crowd.

The chilly midnight air whizzed past your quivering forms. Both of the twin lockets around your necks trailing behind you as you fled through the darkness. A smell of wet tree trunks, sweat and sugar perpetuated the air around you. You thought you could hear the distressed screams of the other omegas in the distance. Robin was also having a visibly hard time keeping up the pace you set, trailing almost completely behind you, stumbling a few times.

She panted heavily, exhaustion as well as something else thick in her voice:

"W-wait... I... I can't...keep... w-we need to..."

She collapsed before she could finish her sentence. Your heart jumped in your chest. Instantly coming to a halt, you knelt down beside her. It was only now that you'd realize the taste of coppper on your tounge. Lips bitten bloody in a vain to ignore the ever growing flame in your gut, which seemed to flare up even more as you gazed upon Robin's tired, flushed expression, moonlight illuminating her in a tinge of grey-blue.

"God... are you okay?", you queried in a hushed tone. Not like you could make a louder sound with your throat as dry as it was. A guilty feeling overcame you. She would be safe if you had planned this better.

You tried to lift her head slightly, but your hands dug into your wrist painfully. Everything suddenly got hotter and it took everything in you to keep yourself together. Robin shook and gasped in your arms.

"Do... you... smell that?", she croaked and it instantly hit you like a truck. A heavy musk lingering in the air around you. It seemed familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. It numbed your own mind for a slim second. A whimper fell from your lips and you supressed the urge to call out. Behind the lust, fear pricked at you painfully. It was enough to push yourself through it.

"Fuc-kkk.. we need to go!", you whisper-yelled to Robin just before hastily pulling her up.

You tried your hardest to keep up a steady pace. Leaves and small branches crunching beneath your feet while two sweating hands held onto each other for dear life. It was difficult to breathe, sides aching and lungs burning, telling your body to slow down. You prayed to whatever was out there that your legs wouldn't give in. Robin heaved beside you and you took another look at her panic stricken expression. Memories, promises coursed through your mind, which caused you to squeeze her hand tighter.

A platter of fast approaching footsteps snapped you out of your thoughts. A familiar musk dancing around both of your nostrils promising relief. You didn't listen. Fear seemed to pulse in every vein of your body causing you to pick up the pace, narrowly dodging a nearby tree as you did. Your feet pounded over the muddy forest ground.

All of a sudden, Robin was yanked from your grip, screaming. You stopped dead in your tracks to wip your head into her direction. A clearly distressed Robin was being held up by a figure you couldn't quite make out in the dark. It send a surge of rage down your spine, fists balling up as you tried to supress a snarl. Just as you were about to charge towards them however, your head whipped back painfully.

Something around your throat constricted your airway and you could only pathetically grasp at it as you fell backwards onto the hard ground. A low chuckle rang behind you:

"Well what do we have here?"

Your eyes shot wide open. You'd recognise that smug voice anywhere. The universe was making some kind of sick joke, right?

It had only been a few weeks ago when you and Alex fought off his goons, as well as Bailey's thugs again that day in a victory that had been going on for 5 months at that point. No fields lost. Alex and you had fallen into each others arms, covered in grime and dirt, laughing. You had spotted him out of the corner of your eye on a steed upon the top of the hill he always stood and watched, waiting for your fields to light ablaze. You thought that you had seen him look at you in particular at that very moment, his green eyes narrowing before riding of.

Your hands still fruitlessly tugged on the whip around your throat.

"R-rat... bas- gh-...-tard!", you croaked as well as your voice would allow you to.

You caught a glint of Remy grinning down at you in the dark. Beside him, you noticed two other figures, standing at each side. Of course he wouldn't arrive without help.

"Not even a proper greeting? How ill-mannered.", he scoffed.

You refused to answer, keeping the angry expression on your face but on the inside you were panicking, remembering the disgusting shit you had seen on his farm the few times you had snuck in there.

Robin was still whimpering beside you. A pathetic sound that ripped at your heart. This was not the fate she deserved because of a mistake that you had made.

"Let... reuggh... her go...please", you choked.

Remy chuckled:

"As you wish..."

He looked towards the person holding Robin. The other alpha dropped Robin onto the ground, who looked at you with fear. You nodded, a confirmation that you would be okay, hoping she would make it to the cottage. She didn't waste a second and started sprinting. The other alpha went after her. Remy shook his head behind you with a lighthearted chuckle. As if humouring the silly antics of an old friend.

It clicked in your head. They were playing with her. This was part of their sick game... of course it was. Anger made you grind your teeth together. It mixed with your fear and the unwelcome heat, creating an overwhelming mix.

"You know...", Remy's voice rang behind you again:,

"I'm no fool. It couldn't have been a coincidence that Alex's little excuse for a farm only became such a threat to mine after you showed up.." He sounded slightly agitated but hid it well.

Before you could come up with a snarky answer, his hand connected with the back of your skull in a harsh slap. It collided with the mud, hard. Remy didn't follow too late after, caging you beneath him. The musky scent got stronger than ever, sending a shameful jolt through your pussy and making you whimper. You were able to see him clearly now. His flushed face way too close for comfort. That unnerving smile never left his face. He whispered in the shell of your ear:

"You're quite the little menace. Fortunately, I have just the solution for that."

You tried to snap out of your lustful daze, pushing at him weakly. To no avail, the heat caused your body to be frail and worn out.

Remy reached down to undo his pants. You shivered, eyes ripped open wider. Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead. Your right hand frantically grazing around the forest floor as a last ditch effort. Until something sharp pricked your hand. Some honed rock.

"I'm going to break you.", Remy hushed under his breath next to your ear. His hands grasped your denim shorts. It was now or never.

With as much stength as you could muster, you stabbed the rock into his thigh.

He cried out and flung his hands towards the spot you had punctured. Which gave you enough time to stumble to your aching, unsteady feet and start moving. Managing to evade the hands of his goons reaching for you. More yelling ensued behind you.

You felt strained. Branches whipped into your face as you bolted. The heat was getting worse by the second. You barely avoided slipping on a muddy patch. Terror and boiling rage burned in your head. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. It should've been obvious that it was stupid to stay. Three pairs of footsteps were getting louder behind you. You should've ran away with Robin sooner. Should've left the city completely. But you didn't want to give up the farm. Didn't want to abandon Alex and leave them at the mercy of Remy's attacks. Looking behind you, Remy and his goons were closing in on you. A sob escaped your lips. You should've been more careful when you snuck into your former home the night before. You should've explained the situation to Robin properly, but there just wasn't any time. A pair of fingers brushed over your hoodie but they failed to grasp anything. You were mad. Mad at this town, it's residents. Mad at the way things are. The unfair battles you had to face because of something you had no control over. An angry roar instinctively broke out of your throat and rang through the night. Though it turned into a loud weep midway through. But for the most part you were angry at yourself. The footsteps got louder. A small voice inside you told you to give up. Another tear ran down your cheek as you blinked. Your aching heart refused. You opened your eyes again and felt the breath in your throat hitch upon the sight before you. You recognized this patch. You recognized it from the first time you had ran from the town. You were close.

Your little heart was beating with a tiny glimmer of newfound hope. If you made it out, you could still have a chance to buy yourself some time... to make it right, to save Robin. Your hand held your locket tightly.

However your optimism was short lived. In a flash, you could feel your feet- no, your whole body losing it's balance. A swift sensation that felt like your stomach leaping into your mouth registered in your mind. Your left ankle twisted painfully as it crashed into the ground again. The top of your torso came next, resulting in a sickening crunch that traveled up your ears. You were sent tumbling down the slope. Leaves and branches hitting you in the face, the vicious rolling making you nauseous.

It finally stopped when you knocked into a tree, hard. You were back on level ground. At least the heat subdued the pain a bit.

And for a moment it was almost peaceful. The sounds or owl in the distance of the trees, the sensation of dirt beneath you, the moonlight shining down on you. It was like the quiet before-

"Wouldn't expect much more from an omega.", one of Remy's lackeys commented a few meters away. Footsteps halted right before you. That same musk dancing in your nostrils. Your head was pulled up by your hair and you came face to face with Remy crouching before you, one hand resting on the wound of his thigh.

"Insolent little terror...", he scolded,:

"You made this harder for everyone, yourself included."

Despite your body having reached it's limit your mind still seethed with silent scorn. You had half the mind to mock him for not even showing up on his own but it would've been a shot into your own leg as he didn't even need the help of his farmhands to catch you. So you opted to just stare up at him in defiance, heaving loudly but not answering. That insufferable smile appeared on his face again.

"But maybe that was your plan. Just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn. It's fine, nothing we can't correct with a little time.", he mocked and dropped your head into the dirt again.

Hands grasped at your hips pulling them up and shoving your shorts, as well as your underwear down to your knees roughly.

You could hear what sounded like a zipper being undone which send a vile little jolt through your most sensitive parts. Your cunt glistend with slick, as a cockhead pressed into it. You ground you teeth together and held your breath, trying to stifle the little calls that seemed to be so deeply ingrained into your nature, body paralyzed with pain and want.

Remy laughed behind you again. It was louder now, less controlled. He bent down so that his chest was pressed against your back. You could feel him panting. He was good at supressing the rut your sweet little scent had him in.

"Say... do you enjoy making this so hard on yourself?", he tauntingly asked, his cock still not fully sheathed inside of you. His hands traced over your hips in a mock-loving fashion.

You snapped.

"Fuck you! 'Dumb as fuck to bring me to your farm! Gonna make sure to burn down the whole fucking thing this time!", you seethed, unsuccesfully trying to supress a terrified whimper as what you said rendered in the rational part of your mind the moment it slipped out of you.

Without warning he fully enveloped his cock inside you, stretching your insides and eliciting a loud, unwanted moan from you.

He laughed again, even louder this time:

"Oh... I knew it was you who wreaked that havoc. No wonder Bailey wanted to get rid of you so badly."

He started pumping in and out of you as he lifted your head by your hair again.

You gritted your teeth in disgut when you felt his breathy voice closer to your ear:

"They told me a lot about your little shenanigans. You're quite the menace, running away like that, making them look unfit as the omega caretaker. But they knew you would come back for your little friend..."

Your eyes shot open. Your pussy still being relentlessly thrusted into, slick trailing down your inner thighs. This should've been something you expected, it should have... Blunt nails dug into the dirt underneath you. Vile, shameful feelings were growing stronger in your lower regions to your disgust. Tears filled your eyes. They fell onto the small patch of grass before your sight. Guilt crept up your back. Remy's voice got more quiet as he continued:

"But I know what is lurking under that feisty little exterior of yours. You may want to play tough but you can't deny your nature... I saw it right away the first time when you were still hiding on that beta's farm... just a small soft little creature putting on an act to protect itself. You were quite annoying... But I know you will be perfect once you submit, and I do need an heir after all..."

If you weren't panicking before, you definitly were now. Despite your whole body aching, limbs shivering in fear, you fought with what little strength you didn't know you even had left. Kicking shins, arms wildly hitting around, all while mouthing shrill phrases of "Oh no nono, fuck no-". This just confirmed your worst fears. Honestly, a fate of being forced into one of his 'special fields' would've felt more merciful than this to you. The image of being some overprized pet or at best a obedient little housespouse made you gag. This was not what you wanted. This couldn't be futher from what you wanted. It sounded like fucking nightmare!

Remy clicked his tongue in annoyance and, using his body weight forced you flat on the ground, making it hard to even move at all. His cock was pushed deeper into you as a result. You could feel it pulsing inside your heated walls. It made everything hotter and so much worse. His hand crept under your hoodie to roughly grab a handful of your right breast. The index and middle finger of his hand found your teat. He alternated between gently stroking and roughly pinching it. Your hands were griping the dirt so deeply that it started to hurt your nailbeds. All the while his cock continued to rest deep inside you. And you felt ashamed of the fact that the lack of movement frustrated you.

"It's okay... I know omegas can be so emotional sometimes.", Remy cooed beside your ear. The thumb of his other hand gently wiping at the tears and dirt on your cheek. The intimacy felt vile.

"Fuck off...", you sobbed quietly, completely failing to sound tough. Remy just hummed in response. His hand just gently lifting your face into the direction of the end of the forest towards the farmlands, slightly west. Your blurry vision perceived a figure. No... two figures. One slumped over the shoulder of another. It was honestly hard to see in those early hours of morning. They walked into the direction of town and passed by a few meteres beside you. Squinting your eyes, you finally recognized her. Robin. Her clothes hanging down her form in tatteres. Hair messy and in tangles, no necklace decorated her delicate neck anymore. Her arms motionlessly dangling down the back of the alpha who dared to-

Loud, choked sobs rattled through your battered body. The cheap metal aound your neck felt heavy. If it weren't for your empty stomach, you're sure you would have vomited. This was your fault. All of it. You couldn't protect her. You broke your promise...

The painfully calm voice behind you spoke again:

"Oh hush now, you should be relieved. She's in good hands. They're a good friend of mine, neither a brute nor a collector. One of the best fates an omega could be graced with."

Your weeping didn't subside one bit. Remy sighed.

"Not quite convinced? Do you want to know what really happens to the ones that don't get claimed in the hunt?"

You shook your head, just crying harder. Sobs still punctuating your irregular breaths as you buried your head in your arms. Inaudible apologies bubbled from your lips in silent prayer. Remy cooed at you.

The cock inside you started to move again. Slick coated everything just near your pussy. Moans began intertupting your cries now, but you didn't care enough to stop them. Body and mind too exhausted and hot. Groans were audible behind you now. A hand brushed your hoodie up to your armpits. It slightly lifted your bruised torso. A wet mouth latched onto your right breast. Tounge swirling over the rose bud in the middle. A lewd moan fell from your mouth, only slightly muffled by the fabric of your hoodie. Somewhere distantly in your mind, you humoured your wanton response. Cunt clenching around the moving dick while slick gushed out of you. The musk in your nose felt welcome now. Your body acting like this was the only thing it was good for. And you almost believed it in that moment.

The movements got faster, rougher and your pussy greedily obliged, welcoming the pace. You could feel an orgasm slowly building up it's approach.

Your abused nipple got released from it's confinement with a loud pop. Lips instead trailed up your limp body and rested on the juncture between your shoulder and neck. The uncontrolled groans behind you send little vibrations over the sensitive skin there. The sweet tingling promise of release tickled your inner walls.

Nails suddenly dug into your sides. A knot was being pushed into you so deep that it knocked all the air out of your lungs. Sharp teeth sunk into you. A scream ripped through you as your own climax came crashing down on you in that very same moment. Seed spilled inside of your womb.

Your exhausted lungs heaved while your mind was stuck in the afterglow.

The bitten spot throbbed, warm blood gushing out of the small punctures and yet it barely hurt. The aching heat inside your body finally slowly subsided. For now. You laid there, still heaving, with leaves sticking to your sweaty forehead.

The air felt cooler. One tiny, cool droplet gently hit your forehead and ran down the bridge of your nose. Another followed. Then another. You felt mocked.

The weight on top of you shifted. Your body was being lifted and turned so that you laid on your back, cock and knot still buried in your flodded walls. A calloused hand grasped your chin gently but firmly. Green orbs seemed to analyze your face. He looked odd like this, not as put together as usual. You just stared back blankly, laboured breaths being the only sounds coming from you. A slight smirk adorned his bloody lips. Your blood.

"Let's get you home."

#if you don't like the sapphic stuff just pretend you're a historian #degrees of lewdity #dol collab #remy the farmer #robin the orphan #i literally procrastinated uploading this for 2 weeks now #i didn't like it but didn't wanna restart lol #i still don't idk honestly what this even is #too much lore for a oneshot #uploading it now or never #remy was supposed to be fem but i'm stoopid and didn't understand f!Alpha atonomy bruh #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics

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accidental | t.blyth

a/n: just a little tom x remi insta edit that came to me randomly and that i'm posting so i can keep procrastinating my homework :) there is a timeline of their relationship that i have planned out and this does defer from that so it's a little impulsive post :)

warnings: slut shaming, pregnancy, mentions of cheating

tomremi posted:

tomremi remi seen out and about lately👀 congrats to the happy couple!!

comments:

user1 OMG??!!?!

user6 omg tom’s gonna officially be a daddy😩😩😩😩😩😩

-> user10 and remi’s gonna officially be a mommy🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

user3 IS IT TOMS??!!?

-> user4 ofc it is???

-> hater1 i wouldn’t be so sure

-> user2 girl what

-> user7 yeah wtf??

-> hater2 i wouldn’t put it past her to cheat on tom she’s not good enough for him

-> tomremi girl get a life fr

-> hater2 says the one with a fan account for a celebrity couple

user6 are they even married???

-> user8 does it matter?? let them be happy??

-> hater3 it was totally an accident she’s such a slut

-> user4 1) it’s just as much tom’s doing 2) no need to be slut shame, they’re in a happy and healthy relationship together and 3) it’s not our business

-> hater3 she just seems the type🤷‍♀️

user12 OMG SO HAPPY FOR TOM AND REMI!!!

-> hater5 i doubt they last until the birth

-> hater6 if i were tom i’d bolt to not be tied down by her

-> hater5 riiiigggghhhtttt she’s totally baby trapping him

-> user14 omg wtf did remi ever do to you let the girl live

-> tomremi y’all haters needs to chill tf out and let them both live and enjoy this time in their lives.

remi.alaric and tomblyth posted:

remi.alaric what if i told you none of it was accidental (or your business)

tagged: @tomblyth

comments:

user2 THE CAPTION HAHAHAHA YES REMI GIRL GET THEIR ASSES

user5 SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH!!!!

user3 yessss girl shut those haters UP so happy for you both congrats!!!!

rachelzegler strongest woman i know and the most radiant mama ever can’t wait to meet baby bean🥰🫶

-> remi.alaric so blessed and grateful to have you in my corner❤️

joshandresrivera so proud and so excited for you both🙌🙌

-> remi.alaric ❤️❤️❤️

user9 those haters are reeeaaalllll quiet now since you gagged them!! congrats girl!!!

-> user5 SHE SLAYED SO HARD

stevie.alaric can’t wait to meet my godchild and tell them all about how badass their mom is🤭

-> stevie.alaric still can’t believe you’re gonna be a mom tho🤢

-> remi.alaric still can’t believe you’re gonna be an aunt aren’t we still only 7 and 5🫣

mama-alaric me and your dad are so proud of you sweetie and how strong you are. you’re going to be the best mom you can be no matter what anyone else has to say. i love you honey❤️

-> remi.alaric going to do my best because i learnt from the best. i love you and dad so much momma❤️

user12 THE HATERS ARE GAGGED FR FR HAHAHA

user15 remi you’re gonna be absolutely the best mom and your real fans are so so happy for you and tom!!

hunterschafer so happy for you two!! can’t wait to meet the little bean🥰

mrsamclaflin congrats to you both! you’re going to make the most amazing parents!❤️

sukiwaterhouse so so happy for you guys!! can’t wait for our little ones to meet one day🤭🥰

-> remi.alaric they’re going to be the absolute bestest of friends❤️

tomblyth the strongest and most incredible woman i’ve ever met. i’m so impossibly in love with you🩵

-> remi.alaric i’m so in love with you my heart physically aches🩵

remi.alaric and tomblyth posted:

tomblyth i’ve never been so in awe as i have been watching you these past months. watching you grow our baby and begin to become a mom has been so fulfilling and inspiring and i find myself falling more and more in love with you each day. i can’t wait to meet our little bean and fall even more in love with the both of you, if my heart can possibly expand anymore.

p.s. the last picture’s my absolute favourite🩵

tagged: @remi.alaric

comments:

user1 my eyes are sweating so badly right now😭😭😭

user4 oh my god he’s so in love with her😩😩

rachelzegler i’m not crying my eyes are just taking a shower😭😭😭

-> user3 same here girl🤧🤧

-> user7 pass the tissues😖😖

rachelzegler so so happy and excited for you both, two of the most talented, humble, generous and STUNNING people in this world. little bean is so so loved already

-> user9 petition for rachel to be little bean’s godmother!!!!!

joshandresrivera great now i gotta step up my instagram caption game😒

-> joshandresrivera JK so happy for you guys!!

-> user2 LMAO JOSH

hunterschafer the most stunning and deserving couple ever!! so so happy for you both!!

user5 oh so he’s in LOVE love

stevie.alaric you’ll never love her as much as i do😤😤

-> stevie.alaric but i’m so happy you’re here!!

-> user8 STEVIE LMAOOOOOO

-> user3 not stevie doing a complete 180 in tom’s comments😭😭

-> hater1 even her sister doesn’t think they’ll last pfffttt

-> stevie.alaric girl where EXACTLY did i say that?

-> user4 OHP stevie’s madddddd

-> user8 the alaric sisters are eating the haters UP

hater5 i still think she baby trapped him

-> tomblyth and i still think you should shut the fuck up

-> user2 OMG TOM

-> user9 tom and remi ain’t taking ANYONES shit

-> user6 baby bean has the most badass take-no-shit parents I LOVE IT

-> hater5 it was just an opinion🤷‍♀️ no need to attack.

-> remi.alaric well no one asked for it🤷🏻‍♀️ no need to be sensitive and dish it when you can’t take it.

-> user4 i am LOVING this clapback era for tom and remi

-> user5 baby bean is gonna grow up and take ZERO shit from ANYBODY

remi.alaric thank you for being the most supportive, generous and caring partner anyone could ever ask for. i truly couldn’t do any of this without you and i wouldn’t ever want to. i love you and our little bean so incredibly much i can’t express it. forever and ever my love🩵

-> tomblyth no need to thank me when i’d do it all again in a heartbeat. forever and ever because you’re never getting rid of me🩵

-> stevie.alaric y’all are sickeningly sweet

-> rachelzegler so adorbs i can’t🤧

-> rachelzegler but save it for offline jeeez

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lowkeyrobin · 5 days

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Hi, could I request a Trevor Spengler x reader where they meet at Ray's Occult Books? Maybe he was on his way to Occult Books (for whatever reason lol) and driving the Ecto-1 and almost ran them over and then they meet again in the actual bookstore? Thanks!

yeah sure!! ; sorry this took so long to get out, lots of procrastination and writers block lmaooo ; I apologize for this being so short as well lol ; thanks for requesting! hope you enjoy ; anon if you didn't see me respond to ur apology you're totally fine! sorry if I sounded mean or anything lol

TREVOR SPENGLER ; vehicular manslaughter

summary ; Trevor's dumbass almost runs you over

warnings ; language, near death experience, corny ending

word count ; 486

masterlist

Your lonely yet calm walk down to Ray's Occult Books couldn't have gone worse.

You were listening to Remy through your wired earbuds, enjoying the sunny weather in the city. You carry about fifty dollars in your wallet, wanting to spend it on some of the books at the shop. Ray always had the weirdest but most intriguing selection, it was impossible to not stop by every here and there once you finished up another novel.

You turn to cross the street, jaywalking, perhaps. In truth and in your defense, there was no one at that night until that stupid asshole showed up. Why he was driving like a maniac at top speed was beyond you, but luckily for your quick reflexes, you'd lived to see another day. You watch as the car speeds away, tire marks staining the concrete road.

You gasped for air, having felt like you'd nearly thrown up your heart and stomach. You throw your middle finger up, a look of frustration on your face. You turn back, continuing your walk down to your location.

As you enter the building, the doorbell jingles, causing Ray and Podcast to look up and at you.

"Hey Y/n!" Podcast smiles, "What's new?"

"Almost got ran over out there" You joke, "What's up, Ray?"

"Here for books?"

"Y'know it, old man"

"Christ, I'm not that old"

You make your way back to the bookshelves, scanning the spines of them for any interesting titles that would entice you. You hear a car motor outside, and they end up parking on the curb like they were in some sort of hurry.

The driver rushes in, nearly in a panic as he looks between Ray and Podcast.

"Do you guys know where Phoebe is?"

"Nope"

"No, why?"

You look at the car outside, identifying it as the one that had nearly ran you over minutes prior. You pull your earbuds out of your ears, and your eyes land on the boy who was driving.

"You're the asshole who almost killed me!"

Trevor's eyes widen, looking between you and the other two. "What?"

"You almost fucking killed me, like, three minutes ago" You restate, crossing your arms with furrowed brows. "What're you in such a rush for? Are you trying to commit vehicular manslaughter?"

Podcast stands between you two, trying to diffuse the situation. "Trevor, this is Y/n, Y/n this is Trevor-"

"I don't care?"

"Shush, Pod"

He quickly quiets himself.

"You're an ass, learn how to drive"

"Learn how to not jaywalk!"

He had you there.

Ray snickers, finding the bickering amusing. "Trevor, go find your sister. I better not get a call from your mother tonight wondering where she is"

"Damnit" He grumbles, glaring at you as he leaves the shop.

You watch him leave and speed away, then turn back to Podcast and Ray.

"He's kinda cute"

"I thought he almost killed you?"

"So?"

#lowkeyrobin #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters oneshot #ghostbusters preferences #ghostbusters x reader #trevor spengler #trevor spengler x reader #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #gn! reader

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gu1lty-as-sin · 3 months

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˚₊‧꒰ა every breath feels like rarest air ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

hii!! ☆ juno ☆ they/she ☆ minor ☆ bisexual ☆ cancer sun, libra moon, sag rising ☆ intp-t ☆ aus ☆ either a celestial god or a pebble ☆ anxious mess ☆ i change my theme way too much ☆ sparkling water > regular water ☆ in love with piercings and wants all of them ☆ professional procrastinator ☆ a humanities/arts/music girl in a science/maths world ☆ wouldnt survive a day without spotify ☆ free palestine!!

͙͘͡★ i love - literature, the arts, queer culture, astronomy + astrology, witchcraft, feminism (no terfs allowed!!!!), fruit flavoured drinks, flared pants, converse, dark red, nail polish, eyeliner, burgundy lipgloss, tank tops, tote bags, brie (always dreaming of cheese), pinterest, spotify, my headphones, the ocean, my grandparents house, spring+winter, very specific shades of pink and green, black <3, fiddling around on the guitar, fantasising about being a famous musician, finding new music, snow, picking silly little outfits, drawing, writing, going to concerts

͙͘͡★ books - osemanverse, the hunger games, books by rhiannon wilde, tim te maro's subterranean heartsick blues, all the best liars, books by octavia butler (specifically parable of the sower and parable of the talents), the last true poets of the sea, acotar, the weight of the stars, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian grey, house of hollow, howls moving castle, harry potter (mainly marauders, FUCK JKR), i kissed shara wheeler, red white and royal blue, song of achilles, wings of fire, the secret history

͙͘͡★ movies + shows - dont look up, little women (2019), scream (i like most of them but 1996 is my fav by far), ladybird, barbie (2023), some of the mcu (thor and guardians of the galaxy <33), spiderverse (itsv is my love), gilmore girls, stranger things, loki, heartstopper, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off + scott pilgrim vs the world, mean girls (i love both hehe), dr who, percy jackson (the show, i um havent read the books), gossip girls, do revenge, my little pony (ignore that i’ve never actually watched it BUT IN THEORY-), the bear

͙͘͡★ music - boygenius + solos, taylor swift, glaive, brakence, paramore, ricky jamaraz, melanie martinez, lana del rey, ashnikko, girl in red, billie eilish, doja cat, big thief, adrienne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, the neighbourhood, bon iver, deftones, maneskin, courtney barnett, poppy, the smiths, american football, susannah joffe, renee rapp, mcr, the front bottoms, pierce the veil, flyleaf, gracie abrams, feeble little horse, esha tewari

͙͘͡★ albums - the record, 1989 tv, around the fur, riot, three cheers for sweet revenge, all we know is falling, hypochondriac, girl with fish, doa, things with wings, punk2, songs, masterpiece, guts, lust for life, dykttatuob, punisher, stranger in the alps, i care so much that i dont care at all, collide with the sky, manic, badlands, folklore, trafoamp, k-12, crybaby, portals, this is why, home video, ttpd + the anthology

͙͘͡★ talk to me - asks and dms are open for chatting/venting/whatever, i might take a while to respond ☆ i rarely follow people without an intro post/descriptive bio (with name, age group and pronouns especially) ☆ discord is astraeasparrow (i dont check it often and dont know how it works very well) ☆ i dont currently have any trigger warnings tagged but just send me an ask/dm if you want me to tag something specific!! ☆ dni: people who are: rude, racist, homophobic, transphobic, zionist, terfs, sexist, ableist, antisemitic

͙͘͡★ tags:

#juno.txt -> ramblings, original posts

#asks -> asks ive answered

#ask bait -> send me asks!

#tag games -> tag games ive participated in

#beautiful mutuals -> interactions with my beautiful mutuals!

#spotify -> my music obsession

(im working on a better taglist with my moots tags)

͙͘͡★ socials: pinterest ☆ spotify ☆ carrd

͙͘͡★ sideblogs: @likeasugarcubeinateacup (notes app poetry) -- @slowrotburiedinthepark (web weaving and random art) -- @stabbingstarsthroughmyback (writing) (im not that active on them though)

͙͘͡★ notes/updates:

☆ previously astraeasparrow

☆ last updated: april 26th 2024

☆ dividers by @dollywons, @v6que, @chilumitos

thats all!! stay hydrated and have a wonderful day/night everyone <3

#juno.txt #asks #beautiful mutuals #them tag <33 #tag game #ask bait #tag games #spotify #intro post #<- you can check out my crusty old intro post there #juno's 270 celebration

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samijami · 4 months

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Hey guys, thank you all for supporting me and being here for this year of 2023. Now, as it concludes, it's kind of surreal for me to be honest..time's kind of running by really fast and I still feel stuck in 2018 if I'm being honest. But thank you guys so much for being here, supporting my artwork and my stories, and making me feel like I have people who are there to listen to my insistent ramblings, and some of you are really good at listening and being really helpful to get some weight off my chest every once in a while. This year has been absolutely trash to me in real life, and as most of you can tell from how much I've been harassed and such, that even online it's been rough. But nevertheless, there were many of you who stuck with me the whole way and made me feel like I wasn't alone, and maybe not everyone hated me.

Even during a year where I felt like I might just give up and maybe even leave for good. All of you guys are the reason I'm still here, and I have hope for it to continue being that way.

To my New Year's Resolution, never give up; and do your fucking comic and artwork until you feel you want to have it come to a close. Not when anyone else tells you it should.

But never press yourself too hard. <3

Here's where I will mention everyone here this year that I can remember who have been here for me and who I appreciate--whether if you've been my friend, interacted with me, or simply been an inspiration regarding artworks or creations--I appreciate everyone here, plus all of my followers and everyone who has ever shown me a sprinkle of support. I love you guys so much, and here's to so much more to come in 2024. (I will start my comic, I swear to God. The official Kaos Reality Discord is almost ready to be publicised).

I will reblog with more mentions, since Tumblr isnt letting me put you guys all right here. Sorry if I forget some people, I'm trying (and my father is limiting my time to do this-)

@wishtale-blogs @esotericisnotdead @elsiegracedeertoon @your-bigender-big-brother @i-am-a-fish @itsxroxannex @oatsynalliums @a-v-j @slylock-syl @dreemurr-skelememer @fandomsoda @g-r-e-e-t-i-n-g-s @kawaii-fresh-sans @loverofpiggies @zu-is-here @comyet @virgilsteve @blizzysnowolf @blunt-force-therapy @bloodrune1310 @neon-draws-sometimes @metakazkz @crazygemspinz @lilacthebitch @aamon1010 @teecupofcement @lilacthebitch2 @feline-felon @brooke2valley @wowa-bublord @kaydeesthings @lumi-procrastinate @kazerflame @thestudsystem @bogos-bint3d @auditect @remi-void @yo4sblog @sleepy-artist27 @groovygladiatorsheep @allofmycrystalsarequartzs @poorpastel-pain @terrestrialextraterrestrial @sophietheskelly @cheesy-breadsticks @rejector-of-mortal-flesh @eclipse-needs-sleep @godofautism @nick-the-sxftie @x0l0tl99

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carouselcometh · 3 months

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Since I've now answered all the questions that I received for my advice column, Remy Written, I thought I'd put all my current advice column installments in one post.

'How Do I Find Whimsy?' - In which I tell you babes how to find whimsy.

'How Do I Name A Favorite?' - In which I give you babes a fun game to play with yourself at the end.

'How Do I Approach A Missed Connection?' - In which I give you babes some important fashion advice.

'How Do I Fight Procrastination?' - In which I tell you babes about letting yourself have fun.

I've had a great time answering these questions and hope to answer more! You can send me an email at [email protected] <3. If you're wondering about what kinds of questions do I answer? Its anything you need advice on! Mwah! Mwah babes! <3 <3

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skyfallscotland · 3 days

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I appreciate you enabling my procrastination! For the fanfic ask: 🥇😈 ☁️

Thanks! 😊

Same! I need a distraction from the anxiety spiral haha

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I'm just proud to have finished anything, ever. This past twelve months is the first and only time in my life I've been able to finish the things I've written & to get such a great response from everyone regarding them is just the cherry on top 🥹

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

I don't think so? I don't think there's a lot of things you guys hate 😂 I mean, come at me in the comments if there is, but I can't think of any. Not necessarily hate, but I know a lot of people would like a Xaden POV or a dual POV, but that just isn't me. I like the mystery, I like the reader to not know what he's thinking—that's how it is for Remi, so that's how it should be for you. It's also the reason I don't read dual POV romance books in general and I feel like I'm an outlier in that.

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

I mean, I have headcanons about the Remi's Version world and the Fourth Wing world in general...but I'm not sharing them because you'll find out later in the fic 😉

#hurricane's writer asks

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jehilew · 1 year

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I’m chipping away at a one shot for the fake dating prompt, but true to fashion, I procrastinated (or rather, my muse did), and I’ve only just started. I might not finish it by today, but I’ll give y’all the intro. This is still in word-splat stage, I unfortunately have a lot of shit to do today, so it’s not edited. As soon as I finish, I’ll polish it up, so this will likely look fairly different as an end product. But I hope you enjoy the set-up nonetheless!

The show has gone exactly as expected.

What hadn’t gone exactly as expected was the character couple hitting true star status.

The X-Men has a fabulously talented and well established cast, and theirs were characters never slated for stardom. They’d only ever meant to be supporting drama, perhaps a fling one season, and moved on by the next.

According to some articles, that’s not the case at all.

“Rogue and Gambit, played by the unreasonably beautiful and talented pair, Anna D’ Ancanto and Remy LeBeau, are the next season’s must-watch couple, coming to the forefront next— oh my lord,” Anna huffs out a soft laugh, dropping her phone unceremoniously on the table. The headline of the article she’d just read still blares off the screen, piquing the interest of her lunch companions.

“Forefront, huh?” The decidedly handsome man across from her snorts through a lopsided grin. Remy reaches for her phone and scans the article, brows scrabbling up his forehead. “Talk about making a mountain out of a molehill,” he chortles, “they’re going on about that picnic ‘date’ like it was actually anything remarkable.”

“Pfft, what was remarkable about it was that god-awful outfit I had to wear. That top itched.” Anna wrinkles her nose in memory.

“We all could tell,” Isabel laughs, brushing her blonde pixie curls out of her eyes. “You were scratching along the hem of your titties so much, you had that red spot everyone insisted was a hickie.”

“I’m never living that one down,” Anna states in long sufffering tones, very vividly recalling how fans of The X-Men had gone positively feral over that stupid rash. Speculations had somehow deduced that she and Remy were dating, and he’d given her the hickie. Rumors had flown through all possibilities of when and where, finally (through much triangulation involving photos before and after the scene shoot) settling firmly that they’d hankie-pankied off somewhere on set, and she’d gotten it then.

“Nope. I’ll never allow it,” Isabel declares around a French fry, “because then they’ll come after me again.”

“You just have a way with fans, huh?” Remy teases, “they just love to hate you.”

“Oh, shut up,” Izzy snits back, “they love me. They just can’t pair us off ‘cause we’re cousins, and so they have to hate me.”

“They figured out we were cousins because they hated you,” he chortles back, referring to yet another rabid fan shenanigans resulting in it being figured out that Gambit and BellaDonna cannot be together (or shipped), and therefore not in the way of their precious Romy, as they’re called, because ones Remy LeBeau and Izzy McLean are, in fact, cousins.

Cousins so very far removed, genetics and society wouldn’t give even half a damn, and so very far removed, neither of them had even been aware of the fact or even of each other’s existence prior to joining the show, but cousins nonetheless.

Fans, Anna has come to understand, are goddamn bats.

“Hey, but listen,” Izzy leans forward, “what if y’all did date?”

In unison, Anna and Remy throw her quelling looks.

She shrugs in immediate defeat. “It was a thought, is all. You’re both gorgeous and single,” she stresses at Remy, “it’d be absolutely phenomenal press.”

“Yeah, he’s freshly single,” Anna argues, “and a lot of that circles around the rumors. I doubt he’d want that attention. I know I don’t,” she firmly adds, glancing across at the man of conversation.

Remy refrains from comment, instead pushing up his glasses and paying an awful lot of attention to his food.

She feels a little sorry for the guy. The divorce had been nasty, and the fans had been brutal. Thus far, he’s been tight-lipped about it, carrying on with his usual content, nerdy self. She knows it’s hit him hard though. He and wife had been happy once, and they’d been ridiculously cute together.

Alas, Hollywood is a rough on marriages, and had eaten theirs for snack.

She lets the crickets chirp in the awkward moment, having nothing to add to it, and focuses on her food, too.

Not a chance on this side of hell will she allow the business to eat her alive next. She’s got a little too much skin in the game, and not just her own.

#fake dating #gambit #rogue #remy lebeau #anna marie lebeau #romy #rogue/gambitweek2023

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