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zombiewhor3 · 1 year

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BLUE EYES AND JEALOUSY

rick x fem reader (season 5 era)

WARNINGS: mentions of jealousy, protective rick, mentions of injured reader, mentions of blood from injury, alexandria era, smut, reader is over 18, penetrative sex, oral, fluid consumption (cum only), jealous sex, rick marking reader, slight public sex, fingering, clit play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, dominant rick, rough sex, loud sex, getting caught but kinda on purpose ig,

a/n: sorry for the no uploads i've been so busy and i keep randomly starting new drafts and never end up finishing the old ones but anyways i've been working on this one for a week so i'm shocked i even got the chance to actually write out the full thing, i might come back and edit some more of it later because i hate some of the details but feel free to enjoy this for now!

a protective prick is what she labeled him as, she could see the difference from the man in the beginning to the man who was now ruthless and so paranoid with practically everything that had seemed to been thrown their way.

she looked at the man who's beard needed an obvious shave while he paced on the porch of one of the houses in Alexandria, she could see his hands placed on his hips as his mind seemed to be a running treadmill of thoughts at full speed inside him.

she remembered how he knocked out aaron and about how badly he had treated him, when all he ever wanted to do was help their group, he just wanted to help their group.

Aaron wanted them to get out of the barn to get out of the poor life they lived in the woods because the truth was they needed food, they needed water and a stable shelter which is what they had now at Alexandria, and living like that simply just wasn't a life for them.

Besides Alexandria was perfect for them the community had hot water, bigger rations to feed their people, air conditioning, hell it was almost like the world was before, the way they all had the opportunity to sleep in beds and never had to worry about going hungry.

Except she could tell everyone was on edge, the paranoia starting to catch onto them, the lack of trust as well, thinking that maybe someway or somehow this was another trap just like Terminus.

Especially Rick had been off his rocker, with all these interviews stressing him out, because he hated the camera filming him,

not because of the way he looked he hadn't cared an ounce if he was covered in Walker blood and dirt that lingered over his skin and hair from traveling through the woods.

he wasn't sure why he hated the way the camera and its red blinking light seemed to soak into him, but he hated the feeling, he hated the feeling of being watched ever so precisely with it.

She noticed he stopped his pacing and instead leaned against the snow white railing while he let go of the hand that was placed on the holster where his knife rested.

"you alright?"

a voice called out from the bottom of the porch making y/n turn her head, a man dressed in nice clothes and a clean pair of jeans rested just near the wall with one of his eyes squinting from the sunlight that was beaming down on him.

his hair color the color of a dandelion and his eyes the prettiest honey golden she had ever seen, his hair short and obviously freshly trimmed because she could see some gel in it still from the way she was ever so guessing he liked to style it as.

y/n pointed to herself watching the man nod with a somewhat of a charming smile approaching the steps of the porch, she could see the dark pupils of Rick's eyes grow,

like a shark meeting its prey the blue was quickly swallowed up and turned into the color of soot that had poured out of the prison while it was being engulfed in a heard of flames and walkers.

"your leg it seems to be bleeding, our doctor is great and i'm sure it wont take long to fix you up" the man offered to her,

he hadn't noticed Rick's nails practically digging crescent shapes into the woods his hands gripped on but she seemed to, she seemed to notice the jealousy and the anger that was boiling through his blood, the way he seemed to be so furious over the man before them.

"it's just a small cut, i caught a branch on the way up here i'd only need a bandage wouldn't want to waste resources" y/n spoke with a gulp looking over to see Rick's grip loosen on the railing as he used a hand to rub over his bushy facial hair.

She had lied that it was a small cut and well that she needed just a small bandage, all she wanted was to maybe ease the man who stood envious and threatening next to her.

"not a waste if you need one just trust me on this" the man held his hand out watching as y/n hesitantly took it making her way down the stairs as she followed him, she swore she could hear a raspy grumble fly from Rick's lips as he watched her run off with some tramp.

she looked around the clinic, it was nice and well it was sanitary. unlike the prison clinic where blood and some walker guts had remained before it was burned to the ground.

she looked at the man who forcefully lifted up the denim fabric of her jeans up above her calf to look at the wound on her leg,

"well it ain't no scratch but lucky for you, you don't need stitches"

he gave a half false smile before using some rubbing alcohol to sterilize the wound making her bite down on her inner cheek once he wrapped it in a clean bandage.

Rick slipped into the shower feeling the hot water pour onto his back, with a relieved sigh he used a cloth and a bar of soap to clean over his body. making sure to wipe the residue of blood and dirt from the woods that he had collected over the period of time.

the water poured down his face as he let out a deep exasperated sigh while his mind started to wander to her, his mind seemed like a freight train that wouldn't stop itself from spinning in one big giant circle around him.

no matter what he did, no matter where he went even if he was with her, he couldn't stop thinking so damn wrong, so damn erotic was how you could describe the thoughts pooling into his mind,

a sudden snap of anything and it could send him in a mind filled haze of just imagining how good his cock would be inside her, he imagined how well she'd take him, if he hadn't torn open her walls with how large the size of his cock was.

he let his hands wander over his body while he combed through his shaggy hair that also needed a cut, he wiped over his face pushing some water out of his eyes as he flushed himself with cold water to make the dirty thoughts go away.

he could feel the chill through his bones, of course it didn't feel good, but he had to. He was merely a few seconds away of stroking himself to the idea of her being stuffed to the brim, her pussy full of his cock while she was a moaning mess beneath him.

she was out playing a game of explorer with this man while rick was drowning himself with the guilt of imagining her perky tits pressed against him, and it wasn't like she hadn't taken a notice to his staring or just the way he loved it whenever she touched him.

a subtle hand graze was just enough to set him off, to send him to heaven and hell with the dirty thoughts lingering in him.

Alec had shown her everywhere, he'd shown her the garden and all the houses, the food pantry, he even showed her how they managed to keep all of their power just from the power of science and sun rays.

she giggled as she bit into an apple feeling the sweet juices lace over her tongue she let out a moan, a sigh of the relief and well the sweetness of the fruit in her mouth.

she hadn't eaten anything fresh in weeks, it had been almost a month since she had eaten anything remotely near fresh, they all had been eating from beat up cans or even random rabbits Daryl had been able to catch with his crossbow.

"good isn't it?" alec asked scooting a little closer to her as she took another bite before she was even done chewing the first one, she nodded her head eagerly before taking another bite.

she felt like a slob eating this way but then the thought only crossed her mind because she hadn't really cared what he was thinking of her right now because she was hungry, so hungry that she was already half way through the sweet red fruit.

"so what is with Mr scruffy?" alec asked nudging y/n as she bitterly swallowed the apple in her mouth feeling like it had gone sour from his out of the blue question about Rick.

"he's nervous that's all, he doesn't like new people or new places" she spoke honestly but left out a few of the true details about his strange behavior towards her and Alec.

She left out the fact that somehow they had a weird connection, or somehow they couldn't seem to not get jealous over anyone who came close to one another.

it was like a loop that couldn't seem to stop for the two, even if they managed to set a boundary she could tell the pressure between Rick and her was growing and starting to bottle up,

like a soda can ready to explode after its been shaking and well rick was the can in this case and Alec was the one shaking it.

Rick wanted to lose his damn mind, he wanted to yell and simply go ape shit once he saw the two laughing from the bathroom window, he was wrapped in a white linen towel,

it dangled just to his v-line to show off the perfect outline of it and well his abs were visible which was even more of an benefit if she were just to stop talking to that man and come up stairs.

Rick cracked the window open so he could hear about whatever the hell the two had been murmuring about for over 15 minutes, for rick it had seemed like and endless damn time loop he couldn't seem to let his mind escape from, he couldn't seem to make it stop.

"Alec i should go, it's close to meeting up with my friends it's been great you showing me around and well i'm glad i met you" she spoke honestly watching the man place a charming smile on his face while his honey eyes seemed to make her heart skip a beat.

"dinner tomorrow? just me and you please? i promise i can cook" he asked watching as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and she looked down at the jet black asphalt underneath her boots.

she left him without an answer for a few seconds watching as he shuffled and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, "or is it the big guy that's stopping you because i can tell Deanna to come and handle him with no problem"

she licked her lips with a chuckle at his words, "he doesn't stop me from doing anything Alec, and no Deanna doesn't need to get involved with my group i think we can manage ourselves"

y/n bit back watching Alec take in the realization that he said the wrong words but she frowned softly once she realized maybe she had been just a little bit to harsh towards him.

"dinner then tomorrow at 7"

she didn't even get the chance to respond to his obviously already planned out offer because he had walked off to another side of the wall so he could fulfill his duty of keeping watch on Rick and their group even if it was just for the night and here she was about to lose her damn mind over the dinner date part.

she was surely just about to lose her mind because a handsome man asked her to dinner, a man she had only known for less than a day, but she planned on seeing and talking to him more.

After all he seemed to be sweet.

Y/n walked past the people sitting in the living room up to the room she left her bag in but the bathroom door cracked seemed to get her full attention, she hated cracked doors it was just some damn pet peeve of hers but when she saw Rick who was shaved and freshly showered her jaw seemed to fall to the ground.

"oh god" she mumbled slipping inside the bathroom making sure to shut the door behind her, "you shaved finally" y/n remarked watching as rick started the water and rested the razor against the white porcelain of the bathroom sink in front of him.

he didn't respond instead he turned his head to look at her watching as her eyes seemed to want to glance down at the sight his torso held for her, she mumbled something under her breath watching him take a step closer until she was pushed against the door,

Her back was pressed against the wood while she could feel one his hands lingering and brushing some hair from the soft skin of her neck, it sent a chill down her body as she tried to buck her hips up.

She was bucking her hips up at him, maybe to give him a message or maybe just to feel his hard cock that she knew was surely gonna poke against the white linen of the towel he had ever so sloppily wrapped around his waist, almost like he wanted it to fall.

Almost like he wanted to fuck her until her brains were scrambled, he wanted to fuck her and make her forget about whoever the hell that man was, no matter how nice he seemed.

he used his thumb to wipe over her cheek while his other hand slid down to the middle of her hips just above her cunt where he forcefully but gently pushed her against the door.

"needy huh? well you shouldn't be so wanting for me to touch you y/n, not after the game of explorer you've been playing with whatever the hell his name is"

he gestured his head behind him where he knew the window was, he knew he was still leaning against the wall with a smug look, his hands tucked in his pockets as he probably thought about y/n.

he could feel her breaths grow shallow and raspy from just the small of contact his body had on hers, he gently let her hand glide to the flat part of his abs feeling her gasp softly.

"his name is Alec, and you know damn well who i'm with shouldn't be in your level of concern" she spoke back pulling her hand away to try and make him believe that she wasn't enjoying pressing her hand against him, but hell they both knew the damn truth.

Rick cocked his head to the side softly while using one of his fingers to toy at the waistband of her jeans, "i think you know why" he spoke back watching as her eyes couldn't seem to stop glancing at the bulge that had formed underneath his towel.

"i'm not your property rick, and you can't make me" she scoffed back her eyes finally having the courage to look up at him instead, to look into his that were the color of a blank night sky.

his hands gripped a slight pressure on the side of her hips watching as it was once again an excuse for her eyes to trace down just to get another glimpse of how hard he was.

"i don't give a damn what his name was and i don't give a damn that you think i shouldn't care, you think he'd be better than me? you think he'd know how to touch you y/n? And god believe me if i need to prove you wrong i will"

he grumbled at her feeling his grip grow tighter at her waist feeling her shudder at the contact, she didn't respond except she kept her gaze on the bulge he had hidden under the cloth that she ever so desperately just wanted to tear off of him.

"stop staring and answer my question" he spoke watching her eyes look up at him once more, she licked her lips clean from the desire to look back down at him,

"w-well no, but" she froze feeling his hands start to rub its way down to the waistband of her jeans slipping them down lightly

as she tried not to pay attention. "but what y/n? finish your sentence" he spoke pulling his hands away from the denim that was now hanging just below her hips.

without even such a warning or hint to her action she reached her hand out to rub the bulge in his towel making him groan her fingers spun so perfectly through the fabric making him practically buck his hips up to get more from her, her hand rubbed a small set of circles making his voice grow raspy and huskier with each sly movement of her handwork that truly seemed to be working like a charm on him.

"you're trying to distract me" he griped at her, she could tell he was enjoying it, and maybe just a little to much, she slipped down to her knees watching as he looked down at her,

he pushed her hand away just so he could pull off her t-shirt revealing her breasts being held up by her bra, the bra that was a dark blue color that seemed to blend well with her skin.

he liked the sight of her, he liked seeing her down on her knees while she was ever so willingly playing with his cock even if it had been clothed it was all still such a damn sight for him.

she wiggled her way out of her jeans to reveal her black panties, the hem such a pretty damn lace that he knew that soon he was going to tear off of her to get access to her cunt.

her hand ripped away the towel that was wrapped around his waist, she tossed it across the bathroom floor while her eyes admired his member that was lengthy and hard right in-front of her,

she was practically drooling at the sight of it, rick's cock was long and thick, it had veins just in the right places making it even more god damn pretty to her.

she used a hand to start from the base until she made her way up to the tip of his cock using her tongue to lick off the salty clear liquid that seemed to form on top because of his eagerness.

he groaned softly while his hand reached out to tangle in her hair, he forcefully gave himself a grip at the root of her hair swirling his fingers at her scalp to keep a steady hold on her.

her tongue seemed to be like god damn magic with each way it seemed to warp around his cock each time he bobbed in and out of her mouth like a lollipop, her mouth was so full of him her eyes started to prickle and her throat felt sore.

he was bucking his hips up just a little so he could help force even more of his needy cock down her throat, he could feel her saliva starting to build and spill out onto his cock while her nails started to dig into his inner thighs.

she had a full set of prickling tears flowing down her cheeks from the pressure building up in her throat and well the fact she was trying not to gag all over his cock, she could feel him twitch in her mouth.

already so close and all she had to do was work her mouth,

but it wasn't just the pleasure her mouth was feeding him that was about to send him off the edge, it was the way she looked so pretty on her knees, the way her eyes filled with tears and the way her nails dug into his skin as she whimpered against him softly.

he had been finally able to shoot his load down her throat hearing as the breathing from her nose seemed to sharpen while her nostrils flared, her mouth was trying to take all of his seed,

once she swallowed his warm seed she pulled away from his cock, panting and her throat scratchy from the saltiness of his liquid pouring down her throat like she was a cum rag.

his chest rose up and down while he helped lift her up from her knees and pressed her back up against the door, his hard cock now pressing against her belly as she tried not to moan at the hand that was now pulling off her panties.

he wrapped them around his fingers while he admired them for just a hence of a few seconds before finally tossing them to the floor,

he used just one of his hands to un-clip the bra watching it slip off her body so peacefully. her breasts still perky while her nipples grew hard at the arousal each of his thumbs was giving them.

she let out a soft moan for him as she could feel him the one dropping to his knees to place a soft kiss on top of her cunt that was clenching on practically nothing because of how impatient and how desperate it was for any touch of his,

she whimpered tossing her hips forwards at him but he simply pushed them back and stood back up, he peppered a kiss on each of her breasts feeling as goosebumps formed on her arms.

"n-need you" she whined at him practically sinking her nails into the biceps of his arms hoping he would understand the message and once she felt the tip of his cock teasing the inner of her wet folds she knew he took the message the right way.

he allowed one of his hands to trace into her wet folds as he pulled his cock away, just to give her a taste of what she actually wanted or just what she actually needed.

she let out a loud moan feeling as his middle finger was inserted into her and when she felt his ring finger join the other in her dripping cunt she let her hands wander to the top of his shoulders planting down a firm and stable grasp for herself.

he pumped his fingers slowly inside her watching as she tried to keep back her moans by forcing her teeth to clamp down on her bottom lip, his eyes flicked up at her as he started to pump faster.

"c'mon don't be shy now let them know how good you feel" he spoke hearing as she let out a sputtered gasp at the feeling of his thumb rubbing its way in fast circles amongst her clit.

"f-fuck Rick!" she cried, "god that pretty throat of yours has so many talents" he chuckled in her ear while his hand slipped around her neck gently to rub just under her chin.

it was like she could already feel her orgasm starting to arise in her because her legs shook and her mind was a damn minefield ready to explode with profanity and dirty words that she was sure that she could no longer hold onto inside her.

"so c-close fuck i'm so close" she whimpered feeling as his other hand moved from away from her throat and down onto her breasts swapping back and forth to make sure they each got the same amount of attention from him.

the soft swirl of his thumb on each of her nipples and the feeling of his fingers inside her curling at her g-spot with each thrust was like heaven to her, she was so damn close to letting out an erotic cry once she felt the knot growing looser and looser in her stomach.

"come on, cum for me let em hear how good you are baby" with just those subtle words he could feel some of her juices spurt out onto his fingers while she made a loud set of whimpering noises so loud that even Alec was able to hear them spilling out of the bathroom window.

Rick licked his fingers clean with a smile as he made sure to clean off every ounce of her juices off of them, without a hesitation he flipped her around so that she was pressed against the door.

his cock teasing her soaked entrance while she whimpered at a finger skimming over her clit just to see how sensitive she really was, "p-please" she whined at him her fists pressed against the door.

he himself was so damn impatient, he was so needy to be inside her he could stand the teasing either, with swift up rise of his hips he thrusted into her while his full drive hearing as a scream was pulled out from the back of her throat.

"as i was saying Dixon, you suck at go fish and i'm going to kick your ass, i've already decided it" Michonne spoke pulling down two sevens in her deck next to the pile of her other matches.

Daryl scoffed as he licked his lips clean about to ask if she had a '6' but a loud sound coming from the bathroom stopped him, the door was rattling as a rhythmic pounding noise was coming through.

he could hear a loud cry as he furrowed his brows and looked over at the others, Glenn sat up and Rosita tossed down her knife and the piece of wood she had been whittling away at.

another cry emerged as Daryl stood up in a slight crouch position and pulled up his crossbow but Sasha grabbed his arm and forced him to put it down.

the pounding seemed to go on forever along with the set of screams that started to flood out of the bathroom, it was y/n crying and moaning aloud for Rick.

They could hear her muffled profanities faintly while the pounding didn't seem to stop, "fuck rick! god dammit right there!" she screamed so loud that they were all sure even all of the houses and buildings surrounding them had surely heard it.

"so fuckin tight this pussy" they heard a loud groan and a whine back in response, the door shaking so much from her body being pressed up against it, her tits smushed against the wood while her nipples were perky from the slight coldness it was pressing on her with.

his cock was buried so deep inside her she swore that he was re-arranging every single organ in her stomach maybe his cock had even skimmed past her own heart that's surely what it felt like to be this full of him, to be filled to the brim so much that she had tears flowing down her face and her hair a scrambled mess.

"you think Alec could fuck you like this?" rick asked bitterly as he held onto her waist to fuck into her even deeper, "n-no!" she cried almost sounding like another whimper from her.

"so fucking close" she whined so loud that she could practically feel the vibrations of her own cries, she was letting out a series of pleasureful moans while she felt his cock twitch inside her.

"i should fill you up for being so bad today" he huffed into her tugging a piece of her hair hearing a moan return back to him, he groaned feeling as his cock twitched inside her while her walls clenched around him hoping to spill its juices.

"gonna c-cum oh f-fuck!" she practically screamed feeling his hand slip around to her front to rub against her sensitive clit only making her even closer and once both of their knots untied they both let out a series of profanity while they panted.

rick could hear her whine when he pulled out of her with a soft 'pop' sound that seemed to make her legs wobble without the stability of his hands on her body, she flipped around to see him grab a rag and putting some water from the faucet on it.

he gently spread her legs while he wiped his cum clean from her, even though he loved the feeling when he thought about watching it pour from the walls of her cunt.

she hissed softly watching as rick grabbed a fresh rag to clean himself off, he helped to get her dressed by slipping back on her clothes letting them slip onto her body, she thanked him while watching him change into the fresh pair of clothes he had laid out for him after his shower.

he followed her down the stair case to see all of their friends staring at them, Rosita rolled her eyes in a slight disgust and got up to grab something from the kitchen.

Rick had been so lucky that he placed Judith and Carl in a different house with Jessie and their son Ron, maybe just to get Carl around more kids to keep him somewhat a normal person,

Daryl shook his head at y/n while he had put his crossbow against the white wall next to him, "thought a walker got in but it's just ya two fuckin" he scoffed watching as Michonne practically choked on the glass of water she was sipping on.

she coughed with a smile on her face trying to hold back the disgust and the laughter all at once, "oh god you two are horrible!" glenn piped in watching as his wife chuckled a little.

"you two fuck like dogs!" y/n remarked back taking a seat against one of the cushions rested on the floor for her, "one time in the guard tower doesn't count!" Glenn huffed back watching as Maggie raised her eyebrows while her eyes widened a little.

"that's disgusting you know i used to keep watch in that tower!"

y/n shuddered at the thought of her two best friends having sex with each other but it couldn't be as bad as hearing Rick and her going at it upstairs.

Alec flicked his eyes up to look at y/n who planted a kiss on Rick's cheek before she made her approach towards him, he took a bite from his oatmeal bitterly swallowing it while he looked at her.

"you were sweet trust me Alec i just have something else waiting for me i'm sorry" she spoke, she hadn't felt that bad about it, even though the situation did seem pretty shitty.

"i was only gonna pity fuck you anyways i haven't had action since this bullshit started so don't get to excited" he spoke the truth, she could tell he wasn't lying which is why she hadn't said another word instead she walked back over to her friends.

"god if he knew what an actual fuck was" she mumbled watching as rick furrowed his brows, "what?" he asked rubbing the sides of her waist watching as she smiled at him, "i think alec understands now" she spoke proudly while feeling Rick press a kiss against her neck.

"good"

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azulock · 5 months

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Day four it is! Shidou's drabbles really have like the hightest wordcounts, this one I had to cut stuff out and it's still big. They are the only ones to break into 900 ewords, go figure.

summary. when you spend long enough trying to hit on someone, but they are just too dense, you gotta start appealing to cheap shots. For Shidou, the cheap shot comes with a Christmas flavor, cause who knows, maybe Santa Claus could ignore how he is on the naughty list and give him what he wanted here.

pairing. Shidou Ryusei x Reader

wordcount. 932 words

4. Under The Mistletoe - Shidou Ryusei

A gush of warmth hit Shidou the minute he stepped out of the snowy night outside and entered the large house. Its vast living room filled with people made it hard for him to tell if the warmth was from the heating or from the sheer number of bodies. Honestly, he was a bit thrown off at how full this Christmas party was. It was held by one of the club's board members - at what was his winter home, gaudy as fuck.

When Shidou got the invitation, he really didn't plan on attending. What made him change his mind, though, was when he heard you would be there. You were part of the team's medical department, and he'd been trying to hit on you for a couple of weeks now. Trying being the operative word, because you were so immensely dense that he was wondering if you were a robot or something. Not that he would stop if you were, but he was kind of running out of excuses to talk to you.

This would also be the first time he saw you outside a work setting, he'd never heard of you going to any of the work events so far. So, this was his chance to test if you were just way too professional, and maybe see if you'd be a friendly drunk and give him a hand there. Great, now he just had to find you in this sea of people.

It didn't take long for him to spot you, drinking with a group of people and laughing about something. He wormed his way into the conversation and from there on worked to spend most of the party around you, hoping that he could get at least a moment with you alone. By this point, he'd probably make it happen if it just didn't naturally.

You were tipsy, not drunk but happy, friendly. It was a welcomed change from your typical serious demeanor. Not that he disliked the usual you, but now at least you were responding to him better. And soon enough you were both alone sitting at a window nook away from the crowd, but you were still damn dense. Fuck it, he'd have to take matters in his own hands.

"I almost had to slap someone for this, stupid people standing in my fucking way," he grunted, coming to sit back down at your side as you watched the snow fall outside.

"Careful that you don't punch someone important by mistake," you laughed, looking back at him and taking the beer he offered you and clinking your bottles together before taking a swing.

"Hey, I'm not that stupid," Shidou protested, pouting in your direction for a moment.

"But you are that crazy," you laughed again, nudging him with your shoulder before you turned back to the window, leaning forward to watch the movement of the cars in the entrance below. "Fuck, look at all those expensive cars outside, do you imagine how crazy dangerous those sports cars are in the snow?"

That was the moment Shidou saw his chance. If you were that blind, maybe he could get a little help from the holiday spirit to make things move along. When he went to get your beers, he snatched a mistletoe from one of the garlands and figured a way to just glue it to the arch over the nook you were on.

"Oh, doctors, so worried all the time," he snickered, long arm stretched as he glued the mistletoe in place without you noticing. "Do you wanna take one of these for a ride and find out?"

"No, thanks, I wanna keep my life after I leave this place," you sneered.

"Oh, you got anything planned after here?"

"Not really," you shrugged, turning back to him. "I'm not an energetic sports star like you, I'm boring, I'll go home."

"Well, I could help you change that," he responded, shooting you a mischievous smile.

"Sure," you laughed, closing your eyes and relaxing against the window.

"Hey," Shidou started, too impatient to wait for you to notice the thing on your own, "did you notice we are under a mistletoe?"

"What? No, we aren't, I'd have noticed that," you said, eyes snapping open and turning towards the arch above you. "Hmmm, that looks out of place."

"You are thinking too much, come on, you know what we gotta do," Shidou tried to distract you, leaning forward and invading your space.

"There is no garland here," you muttered, moving around him and turning to look at where the mistletoe connected before turning back to him. "Hey, that's stuck with gum. Ryusei, was this you?"

"Me? Nonsense."

"You know, if you wanted to kiss me, you just had to ask," you laughed, leaning in closer with a tipsy smile.

"Ask?" He couldn't help but laugh at your words, not even noticing when you got closer. "This is what I've been trying to do the whole nig-"

You silenced him by with a kiss, soft lips molding into his own. It started off soft, but quickly it turned more passionate, his tongue finding its way into your mouth as his large hand held your face in place while you braced yourself on his shoulders. After so long, he was finally getting what he wanted, and it tasted so much better than he could imagine.

"Oh," you blurted out the minute you had to break the kiss for air, "I thought you were just messing with me."

Holy fuck, you were the very definition of dense. Good thing he liked you anyway.

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themultifandomgal · 19 days

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Tommy Shelby- Been Lied To

This was a request. Hope you enjoy!

Not many people knew about Tommy Shelby’s first love Greta. Before the war, he believed she was the one, the one he would marry. Tommy promised to come home to her, and she promised she would be there waiting for him when his train gets in. However that promise was broken when Tommy returned home and he’s love wasn’t there to great him. His aunt Polly later told him that she had been ill for some time and Greta’s sister had been looking after her, but she eventually passed away. Little did any of them know the truth.

A 14 year old YN paces the length of her bedroom having thrown a book she shouldn’t of had on to her bed. The book was a diary, here mums diary, the woman she believed to be her aunt was actually her mother and she had been lied to her whole life!

Hearing the door downstairs open then close, YN sees red. Why did she have to be lied to? Why couldn’t she have been told the truth? Running downstairs she sees her ‘mum’

“Hi love I got some of those biscuits you like”

“Thanks mum, or should I say Auntie Kitty”

“YN love, what are you talking about?”

“I’m taking about your diary”

“What? Where did you find that?” mum shouts with wide eyes

“That doesn’t matter!” I yell back “you lied to me my whole life? Why?”

“YN…” mum sighs “I didn’t think I’d ever have the chance to have a child, then when your auntie Greta passed away after having you I thought….”

“You could have just told me. I would have still loved you like you were my mum. Who’s my dad?”

“That I will never tell you. You don’t want to get mixed up with them. Promise me you won’t go looking for him”

“How can I if you won’t tell me who he is!” YN shouts as she storms off upstairs slamming her bedroom door. Looking back at the diary she picks it up again and takes another look at the diary. Rereading YN notices some initials

15th February 1918

Dear Diary,

I’m afraid TS may find out the truth, but I can’t let him. He will ruin the girl with the Peaky Blinders. He questioned me today, said she looked like him and his family. Of course I told he he was stupid and that she is my daughter not his!

TS? Who was TS? He was a Peaky Blinder…. Then it hit YN. TS must stand for Tommy Shelby. Tommy Shelby is her father? Well there’s only one way to find out. Knowing that he was getting married to the old barmaid Grace, YN quickly leaves her room taking the diary with her. She runs downstairs and to the coat rack

“Where are you going?” Kitty asks

“Out!” YN shouts before slamming the bedroom door. Hoping she can get to the church before the wedding starts, YN runs as fast as she can until she seeing a group of men stood outside smoking

“YN?” Turning around she sees Finn Shelby, the youngest brother who she’s knows from school, well when he decided to attend “what are you doing here?”

“Erm” now she’s here she feels nervous, yes she’s angry at her mum, well auntie, but now she’s worried because she’s turned up on her possible dads wedding day. What if he wants nothing to do with her?

“Finn come on Toms waiting” Arthur says stomping out his cigarette

“I’ll be a minute” Finn shouts back “YN what’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know why I though coming here was going to be a good idea” YN says before biting her lip

“Finn!”

“I’m coming! YN what’s going on?”

“I think Tommy is my dad. Look” YN hands the diary over to Finn who takes a look at the diary entry that YN just read. Gingerly Finn reads the diary, his eyes widen at the end

“Shit. Ok you gotta speak to Tommy”

“But…”

“For fuck sake Finn what the fuck are you doing?” John now asks walking over to us

“This is YN, Tommys long lost daughter”

“What?” Finn then hands the diary to John to read

“Holy shit. Greta was your mum not kitty?” John says shocked “I know Tommy had his suspicions, but fuck why would she keep this from him? He had a right to know”

“Right are you guys coming or what because Tommy is getting impatient” Polly walks over with Ada

“Poll we think YN is Tommys daughter” the diary is then passed over to their aunt

“Today of all days, why?” Polly mutters “ok we will deal with this later, but right now we have a wedding. YN head home then….”

“I can’t, or more like I don’t want to. Mum, auntie kitty, fuck I don’t know what to call her now, knows I found the diary. She’s mad and won’t talk to me about this. She’ll just pretend that that diary doesn’t exist”

“Ok ok. Stand at the back of the church, don’t make a fuss. After the wedding we’ll head to Arrow House. We can talk then”

“Ok” YN gives in knowing this probably her best option.

Later on after the wedding Polly takes Yn to Tommys house. They all head into Tommys office, the whole family including Grace

“What are we in here for Poll” tommy sighs lighting up a cigarette

“Kitty lied. Greta was pregnant while you were away at war. YN is Gretas daughter, your daughter Thomas” Polly says throwing the diary onto the table. Tommy runs his hands over his face sitting down

“How do you know she is definitely his?” Grace asks

“Before I went to war Greta said she thought she was pregnant. When I came home Kitty said Greta wasn’t pregnant, but got sick and died”

“Come to think of it after you went away Greta disappeared. Said she was ill, I tried going over to check on her but Kitty wouldn’t let me in” Ada says

“Then all of a sudden Kitty has a daughter” Arthur says

“Did any of you notice a bump?”

“No, but pregnant or not she would have tried to hide it” Polly reply’s to John

“But she was still called names when she first came out with YN”

“So YN really is your daughter?” Grace asks looking at her husband

“I guess so” Tommy looks up at his family “everyone out, except YN. I think we need to talk”

That evening, YN and Tommy talk. Tommy tells YN about he mother, about what she was like and how he loved her. YN has to go home, but over the weeks and months, YN soon finds herself living with Tommy and Grace and their son. At first Grace is weary, but soon warms up the the young girl. For a while YN wanted nothing to do with Kitty, but after speaking to Polly and finding out that Kitty only wanted a child of her own and loved YN with all her heart, YN decided to make an effort with her aunt. But for YN her whole life changed that night all because she found a diary while looking for Irish Whiskey.

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arayamahidol · 30 days

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when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

i hadn't rped since 2017 and during the pandemic around dec 2020/jan 2021 i was sooooo bored since all my work turned remote so i went through the "royal rp" tag and hshq was the only rp other than like one other in the tag at the time. i don't remember any specific plotlines, i just remember being thrown into the nye event on the yacht or something? and that's when hijacking was first introduced iirc. and now i'm trying to buy a house and that makes me want to vomit!

which characters have you written over the years ?

haera, san, io, araya, meixu, okeyo and inna

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

i think meixu's life in general. i thought she would have found someone and gotten the family she wanted and the happy ending ( w a few struggles ofc ) but she ended up alone and more jaded about life! something more comedic would probably be when araya and ireti got tattoos during the monaco event and she thought her tattoo said ja rule instead of jaurel. and def lawnchair gate.

what about other people's plotlines ?

when matilde pushed arnauld into the pool. the english plotline was supes fun to watch unfold.

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

meixu because she's the most different from me personally. she deserved the most and the best, but always ate shit asjfhsadkf araya was the easiest to write. she had some good one liners. going to miss my flat assed baddie ♡

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

lawn chair or the lunch thread with the solets. evy, kit and i were in shambles about it. we still bring it up every now and then and idk why it's still just as funny to us as it was back then.

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

i don't think so

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

probably meixu, she feels the most incomplete. i wish i could have wrote more on how jianguo's death affected her and how that changed her relationships. the other one would be auraya since i honestly did not think they'd last, but here they are, still sharing a single brain cell ♡ if the africa plot actually took off, that would have been fun.

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

when e and i were writing lawnchair gate, giggling nonstop beside each other. we tasked ourselves to a challenge where if i wrote a two word reply, she'd have to write a three word reply, and then my next reply would have to be four words ( you get the idea ). we would count how many words the other person wrote because we'd lose track and then mess up and have to count again. whenever there would be a red carpet event like the oscars or during fashion week, j and i would always play this game of who in hshq would wear it. it was fun. when kit and i spent an entire night trying to pronounce all the characters names and we'd attempt it at first and play the actual pronunciation after and die about how inaccurate we were. and ofc, throwing tomatoes at jo in the disc chat ♡

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

discord, but i'll probably not be that responsive sdfhsdf i'm not that great with keeping in touch with people 😭

what else would you like to say ?

i know i joined a bit later and haven't made as big of an impact as others, but i honestly thought i would last two weeks and end up becoming inactive because established groups are intimidating! i'm glad i gave it a chance, i met some really good friends on here that are beyond just "rp friends"! this feels like a high school graduation since this will be the last time we all see each other on the dash like this and it's very bittersweet! hshq was a great distraction for me during the pandemic and i feel honoured to have wrote alongside you all and i'm happy i was able to make so many gifs of so many different faceclaims. loved seeing you all use them.

#hshqtask059

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jinxthejubilee · 1 year

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Venus de Milo - We Need to Talk

Because I'm desperate to see Rise of Tmnt get a third season, I need to talk about it more. And for that, I must ask this question: What do you guys think of Venus de Milo?

Honestly, I think she could be a great addition to the series. Pretty much anything they do with her would be better than the disgrace that was The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Next Mutation.

I feel really bad for her because the writers never gave her a chance to be her own character. They just fell back on a bunch of period-typical tropes for female characters and never even utilized those tropes in an interesting way.

So if Venus was in ROTTMNT, here are the questions/ideas I have for both the writers, and the audience:

Since the boys are all four different species of turtles, what kind of turtle would she be?

(Maybe a diamondback?)

What color should her mask be?

It shouldn't be just a lighter color of one of the boys, she needs to be distinct.

I would say yellow, but that's Jennika's color.

Maybe silver?

Should they change her name to an actual female Renaissance artist?

If so, what would it be? And if not, what is the backstory of how she was named "Venus de Milo?"

If they keep her as the long lost sister of our main 4, how did she get separated from them in the first place?

Did Draxum keep her separated on purpose before they all got mutated?

Was she thrown out because Draxum no longer thought she was a suitable candidate for his experiments?

What was the reason?

How would they all meet each other?

Probably fighting each other, if I'm being honest. That's basically how they've met everyone in this series.

What would her weapon be?

I would say a fan, but people might be bothered that they assigned a traditionally "feminine" weapon to the only other girl in the group.

Maybe the tetsubo?

The kyoketsu-shoge?

Either way, she needs her own weapon unless they want to keep her magical powers from the original show, which would actually work really well in this particular series.

How would the creators revamp her personality?

Raphael in this series is kinda like a den mother already, so if they keep that aspect of her character the same as she was in The Next Mutation, they may need to dial that back a notch.

Maybe she could be very shy, skittish, and awkward, but once she warms up to her family and friends' love and acceptance, she gets more excitable and fun.

Also, maybe replace "motherly" with just "very formal," as in she speaks very formally and has a hard time loosening up around people.

She can still have that somewhat oblivious nature when it comes to references and cultural idioms, like she did in The Next Mutation, but not too much to the point that it becomes annoying. She just doesn't know how to interact normally due to her upbringing.

I've seen art and a few stories like this before, but what if before Draxum became a good guy (or this could be Big Mama, whoever works), he created Venus by mutating her with a small sample of Splinter's DNA?

If not a baby, then a little girl? Around 10 years old or so? Just throwing some ideas out there.

Which goes into my next question: Should Venus be older or younger than Mikey?

We all know that Mikey is baby, and people might want him to stay that way.

Unless they want Mikey to be the older brother for once and be the best and awesomest big brother ever!

I'd say this is less likely to happen though.

The most likely option is Venus being older than Mikey, but younger than Leo and Donnie.

I can dig the awkward big sister and excitable little brother dynamic.

Another idea that I saw was making Venus the same age as Leo and Donnie so that the three of them could be "triplets," and personally, I love that idea.

Speaking of Big Mama, I saw some people speculating that this person:

Might be Venus, who works for Big Mama.

That could be an interesting take on her.

Maybe after Draxum threw her out, she was found by Big Mama or one of workers and now serves under her.

Building up relationships

This is definitely going to be a separate discussion for another day, but Venus' relationships with everybody could be an awesome topic to explore.

The personalities of every single character in this show are very distinct and they bounce off each other very well, so what would happen if you throw Venus into the mix?

First off, getting rid of the idea of Venus as a love interest is a must since she will be revamped as their sister.

The boys are used to having a older sister figure in their lives because of April, so how would having a younger sister work?

Raph would obviously be a bit overprotective as usual, making sure she's comfortable and feels safe around them, which depending on her personality, she could appreciate it immensely, or not, but for the sake of his feelings, she doesn't say anything.

Donnie would be happy to have another person to show off his inventions, and they could bond over her actually taking interest in what he has to say.

Leo would be the one she talks to/is the most comfortable around, since he's pretty chill and understands that he shouldn't overwhelm her like Raph or the others tend to do. That said, Leo would be siked to have another sibling, and would show her all that she needs to know about their family, their favorite pizza places, and how they work together as a team.

Mikey would be the top brother excited to have a sister. Younger or older, he'd drag Venus around like a ragdoll to show her anything and everything! Pizza, games, arts and crafts, the Jupiter Jim movies, everything! He might be a little annoying when he gets like this, but that adorable smile on his face breaks down any resistance Venus has.

Master Splinter is an interesting one. He might feel guilty for essentially abandoning Venus, leading her to work for Draxum, Big Mama, or whatever villain she serves, if she serves anyone at all. Maybe she'll be a bit resentful of him for that, and avoid interacting with him for a while, until he eventually apologizes and makes an attempt to kindle a father-daughter relationship with her. Once they get there though, it's very sweet, with Splinter promising to be there for her and make up for lost time.

GIRLS NIGHT WITH APRIL AND SUNITA!!! This needs to happen! All three girls banning together and having little adventures of their own. If Venus is the shy one of the group, April and Sunita can show her the ropes and help build up her confidence. Positivity is a must! 🌟

And, of course, like every character on this show, we need some trauma. Paranoia is her worst enemy.

A plausible reason of why Venus is so quiet is because she was order never to speak out of line or she would be punished. She was like a robot, who never gained her own identity as she was only seen as a tool.

She's so afraid of making others upset to the point that she overthinks everything and just stops talking altogether.

Sometimes her fears and ridiculous assumptions about what could happen can be played for laughs, but her anxious nature is just...not fun for her.

Which leads to everyone helping her break out of her comfort zone and become more comfortable with the family and the outside world overall.

They might be too pushy at times, but they only have good intentions. However, these things take time, and they must learn to be more patient.

All in all, I think that Venus could be a splendid character if the people in charge of TMNT actually TRY to play with her personality and backstory, and not just let her become a walking don't list for how not to create a female character in a male-centric franchise.

Soooo...that's it! If you made it this far, first of all, thank you so much! And second, let me know how you would interpret Venus' character. We NEED this show to come back, and I want to give this girl justice!

Once again, thank you all so much for reading! Stay safe out there! And I'll see you later! Byeee! 💗

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anonymousewrites · 11 months

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Adolescent Antichrist Pride Special 2023

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

“Alright, so you understand your assignments?” asked Lucifer, pacing up and down the living room like a drill sergeant.

Em nodded. “Kill homophobes and transphobes.”

“Well, maybe not kill,” amended Lucifer. “But definitely frighten.”

Maze smirked. “I’m going to terrify them out of their little minds.”

Lucifer grinned in satisfaction. “Excellent. This pride will be one to remember.” He wore a simpler button-up than he usually did. He was still dressed to the nines, but his button-up had a stitch of a rainbow and a heart with bisexual flag colors on it.

“I’m going to kiss a lot of women and men,” said Maze eagerly, smirking at the idea of a bunch of humans fawning over her. She was wearing her usually alternative style with leather and chains, but she also attached a small decoration to her chain belt, a little clip with a pansexual skull on it.

Em, wearing a she/they pronoun pin and a lesbian flag tied to their back, rolled their eyes at Maze’s antics. “I’m just looking forward to the music. Human music is pretty good.”

“Lady Gaga?” asked Lucifer.

Em nodded in confirmation. “Obviously.”

“What about Lady Gaga?” asked (Y/N), walking out of their room. They had on purple overalls, a white and black striped shirt, and yellow sunglasses—the nonbinary flag.

“She’s one of the best mortal musicians,” said Em.

Lucifer grinned at the outfit (Y/N) was wearing. “I knew you’d like my choices!”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes affectionately. “You knew I’d like something because you bought me like a hundred pieces of pride merchandise.”

Lucifer shrugged innocently. “I had to make sure you had something to wear.”

(Y/N) snorted. “I have enough pride outfits to last me the entire year at this point.”

“Well, we should be proud of who we are every single day!” declared Lucifer. “That’s why Lux is kept safe for lgbtq+ people.”

“Homophobes get chucked to the curb,” said Maze proudly.

“And any homophobes or transphobes at Pride this year are getting thrown to the curb,” said Lucifer excitedly. “Now, let’s go!”

(Y/N) grinned as the different parade floats went by. Lucifer had, of course, been invited onto them by many eager men and women, but he declined to stay with (Y/N). They weren’t making it easy, though, since they were running around any chance they got to get food or see different people’s dance moves. Lucifer’s solution was to have Em run after them.

“(Y/N), you have got to stop disappearing,” said Em as they caught up to (Y/N) again.

“Stop me, then,” retorted (Y/N), finishing the soda they had just bought.

Em huffed. “You don’t give me a chance before you run off to do something else.”

(Y/N) recycled their can and considered. “Then I should bring you with me?”

Em crossed her arms. “Just make sure to keep in my line of sight,” they grumbled.

(Y/N) grinned. “Okay.” They reached out and grabbed Em’s hand. “Let’s go.”

Em turned red. “Uh, Birdie?” They didn’t resist as (Y/N) pulled them over to a side attraction where music was playing.

“You were the one who wanted to stick by me,” said (Y/N). They turned back to Em. “So you’re either gonna dance with me or leave me alone.”

“I’ll dance,” said Em.

“Great!” said (Y/N), pulling Em into the group dancing.

Their hands were still entwined as (Y/N) and Em began dancing. At first, Em was awkward, unsure of herself. (Y/N) seemed to be much more comfortable among the humans. But, slowly, (Y/N)’s smile seemed to infect Em. She began to sway with them, feel the music, become comfortably. In a moment, they had a smile as wide as (Y/N)’s and were happily dancing with them. (Y/N) laughed and let Em spin them out and back in.

Em paused for a moment and swallowed. (Y/N) had always been fun to tease, their reactions amusing, but she had to admit that she liked (Y/N)’s smile more.

“My feet are gonna be sore tomorrow,” groaned (Y/N) as they lay out on the coach back at the penthouse. They had enjoyed themself immensely at pride, their first ever, but they were exhausted after all the dancing, music, food, and walking. Still, they wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Lucifer smiled as he sat down by them. “I’m glad you had fun.”

“I did. Thank you for taking me,” said (Y/N).

“Well, I couldn’t not be proud of you,” said Lucifer as if it was obvious.

(Y/N) paused and shifted awkwardly. “It still means a lot to me.” They sat up and looked down. “I mean, my parents weren’t that supportive. They wanted me to be the kid they wanted. I just…I’m really glad to have you.”

Lucifer reached out and hugged them. “I’m glad to have you. And I will always be here to support you.”

(Y/N) smiled and hugged him back. “Thank you.” I love you, Lucifer. Thank you for everything.

Lucifer held them tightly. “Of course.” Anything for you. You’re my kid. I love you.

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phantomdoofer · 5 months

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Chapter 18: Grudges, Part 2

Trigger warnings. Lots of them.

Gustavo sulked. The journey with Pepperman had been surprisingly uneventful - just a series of walls Pepperman had broken down with his immense strength. The pepper was prancing, singing to himself. Figured Pizzahead would have at least thrown some traps at us.

Out of the gloom loomed another wall. "Ah, great. Pepperman, you're up."

The giant pepper flexed. "Oh, such a wonderful feeling, to be so needed! Stand back, little gnome!"

Pepperman backed up, charged... and bounced violently off the wall. "Gah!"

Gustavo ran over. "You all right?"

Pepperman rubbed his forehead. "This... is going to be a glorious migraine."

Gustavo stood up. Yeah, he's fine. He glanced around. "So where do we go now..."

Just on the edge of vision, at the bottom of the wall, he saw a small opening. "Hey. Wonder if..." He got down on all fours and crawled in. A little tight, but nothing I can't handle. He saw a faint light ahead. "Hey, this tunnel breaks through to the next room! Let me take a look."

He quickly wiggled up the tunnel and out into the next room... if you could call it that. Barely enough room for me to stand up in here. He looked around, searching the wall for any sign of switches, handles, buttons... anything.

Nothing.

He leaned down and yelled down the tunnel. "Pepperman, this wall is solid! How are you gonna get through here?"

There was a long pause, and a loud sigh. "Hold on, little man. I'll be there in a moment..."

Gustavo heard a strange noise, and a few seconds later, Pepperman came through the tunnel... a much smaller Pepperman. "Wh... how did you shrink?"

Pepperman looked upset. "This... this is my true size. The form I normally take... is because of my powers."

Gustavo looked at him in surprise. "You have powers? Besides the strength, I mean."

Pepperman looked up at the low ceiling and sighed again, then started walking. Gustavo walked slowly to not outpace him. "My powers... draw from my confidence. They not only increase my strength, endurance, and speed... they increase my size." He shuffled. "I am considered a runt by my peoples' standards. I was always sickly, weak. When my powers matured... my family was so happy. But no one was happier than me. Finally I could be..." he paused for several seconds, "normal."

Gustavo looked down at him. "Normal? What's wrong with not being normal?"

Pepperman whirled on him. "Spoken like someone who never suffered ridicule. Others... tormented me. Teased me. For years. When I could grow... I made them pay." He turned back.

Gustavo was horrified. "You didn't... kill them, did you?"

Pepperman chuckled. "No, though some of them may have wished I had. I had... a great deal of rage. And that rage swelled my ego, making me stronger... and increasing my ego even more." He kicked a pebble. "Finally I was arrested. Imprisoned. I was a terror there, as well." He looked up. "There was word that I was facing more... corporal punishment. I was given a last chance. I joined a rehabilitation group." He smiled. "There I met a young woman who taught me to paint. She was... enchanting. She told me, "there is peace in creation. And fear, and pain. Channel those feelings onto the canvas."

Gustavo stared for several moments. "And then?"

Pepperman looked around a corner - still no room. He sighed again. "I was released. I found out later she was killed... by one of her students. I tried to paint her picture, in memoriam..." he shook his head. "I... couldn't remember it. One too many blows to the head, I assume. It drove me mad. I worked as a strongarm for many different groups... before Pizzahead contacted me."

Crump

"What was that?" Gustavo said. "It sounded like... rock moving..."

Suddenly Pepperman swelled back up, filling the space. He shoved Gustavo forward...

The walls slammed shut on the pepper.

"PEPPERMAN!" Gustavo cried out. No, nonono... he ran forward and prized at the gap in the stone walls. "No, not again, I can't... can't leave anyone behind... don't leave me alone...!"

His vision filled with images, mixing strangely with the stone hallway...

The bodies of their squadmates as they ran.

Peppino in an operating theater, his chest open as doctors frantically worked to try to save him. Gustavo's vision swam as the doctors drained him of blood. "If we take any more, it could kill you-" "Do it! DO IT!"

A single grave with two names, and a tiny oak sapling drowning in the rain.

A giant hole in the ground where Bruno's restaurant had been.

A pile of bills on his table beside a pile of rejection letters.

Giuseppe, staring at him sadly, twirling a leather bracelet. "I'm sorry, he died. He died saving me... a long time ago..."

A burning house, as gnomes ran to frantically put out fires.

The sight of an empty hallway, bereft of Brick's comforting presence.

"No! NO!" Gustavo felt tears running down his face as he clawed at the rock. "Not again!" Blood ran down his fingertips. "Don't leave me alone!"

Crick

The stone walls moved slightly apart.

Crick

Gustavo slipped his fingers into the crack, pulling at them with all his strength.

Creeeeak

The rock walls parted just enough, and a tiny Pepperman fell out between Gustavo's legs. Gustavo let go, and the stone walls slammed together with a final BOOM.

Pepperman stood up. "I don't know how-"

Suddenly he was swept up in Gustavo's arms. The gnome was weeping uncontrollably. He sobbed, choking on his own breath.

Pepperman was confused. "I... what ails you, little man? I'm a bit dusty, but fine. My strength isn't tied to my size, apparently..."

Gustavo hugged the little pepper. "Damn it, Pepperman, don't. Don't do that again. Don't leave me alone in here!"

Pepperman was even more perplexed. "It... wasn't intentional, I assure you. But I had seen that trap before, in the Tower. I simply... wished to save you." Pepperman realized he meant it. It feels good, doing something... selfless.

Gustavo hugged the pepper tighter. "Mio Dio, I don't like you, but don't think for a second I want to see you die. All right?"

"Er, of course. I understand."

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Peppino pulled himself up on top of the gigantic boulder. He looked around. "Merda," he said, "more of the same." Huge, jagged boulders stood as far as he could see, mere inches apart. "It'll-a take us forever to get through this."

Beside him, Peppino heard the hssss of burning fuses. Peppino turned - Noise was there, a pile of lit Noise Bombs in front of him, wearing a look of pure, fang-toothed glee.

Peppino shrieked and dropped to the ground. This is it, the little shit finally has me-

The explosions went on for some time. Noise laughed like a maniac.

Silence settled once again. Peppino cracked an eye open. I'm... not dead? He opened both eyes and cautiously stood.

As far as he could see, every boulder was now a pile of smouldering rubble. The Noise stood, looking proud of himself, covered in soot. The air was foul with rock dust and sulphur.

Peppino brushed debris off his hat. "Figlio di puttana, bastardo, you could've-a warned me! I thought you were going to turn me into-a salsa!"

Noise turned towards Peppino, looking incredibly smug. "Fat boy, I may not like youse much, but right now I'm on yer side. We gotta get down there and find out what this asshole is up to. Til then, we got a truce. Capeesh?"

Peppino nodded.

The two of them walked across the field. Peppino shivered. The smell was far too familiar. The smell of burning flesh and the sound of screams echoed in his head. At least the phantoms aren't here for... ah, merda, had to think about it...

The spirits of his fallen friends hovered in the smoky air.

Peppino never realized he started crying. He shivered even harder. He dropped to his knees.

Noise turned. "Come on, big guy, we ain't got... time..."

Peppino was on his knees, a look of pure terror and despair on his face. He looked around, the bleakness in his eyes piercing even Noise's cynicism. "What the hell? Fat man? Hello? What's up?"

"Mi dispiace. Perdonami. Mi fratelli..."

Despite himself, Noise felt a chill run through him. What the actual hell is... wait a minute. He was in the war... ah crap...

He ran over to the trembling cook. He grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Hey! HEY! Fat Man! PEPPINO! Snap out of it, man!"

Peppino didn't seem to notice him. Tears ran down his face. "Perdonami. Perdonami, per favore..."

We don't have time for this! Noise knew they were being watched. Pizzahead's probably gettin a real good laugh outta this.

Suddenly a strange force blew Noise back away from Peppino. "What the h-" he started... but no sound came out. Can't talk. What the hell?

BWIP

BWIP bwip bwip

Surrounding them both were Pizzaheads. Dozens of Pizzaheads. All laughing that damn laugh.

Noise's blood ran cold.

Then Noise heard a bloodthirsty shrieking sound... one he'd heard before. Oh shit, the Italian just flipped his shit again!

Peppino was practically glowing with rage at the sight of all the Pizzaheads. He shrieked again.

"I'll kill you! Bastardo! Ti ammazzo, cazzo!! I'll kill you, you pizza-faced bastard!!!"

He charged one and grabbed it by the neck. Peppino spun and viciously slammed it to the ground. His eyes were full of murder.

The Pizzahead was still smiling as it died.

As Peppino flashed to another, Noise noticed the one Peppino had killed was melting. Clones. They're clones. Oh, this is fucked up, even for you, Pizzahead.

Peppino was already moving to the next one - the head of the second one was hanging at a grotesque angle, its neck obviously snapped.

The third Peppino simply chopped in half.

Every one kept that same giant smile.

As Peppino dashed from one to the next, Noise tried to call out, but his voice was still muted. I can't stop him!

Finally, Peppino had destroyed the last clone. He was breathing hard, growling like a beast. Then he turned towards Noise.

His eyes grew wide, and suddenly Noise was in the air. Peppino's fist was wrapped around his neck.

Ah shit, he thinks I'm Pizzahead too!

Peppino ground words out from between his teeth. "I'll kill you. I'll KILL you, you pizza-faced bastard! I'll fucking kill you!!"

Noise knew he'd pass out soon. If super-vet here doesn't snap my neck first! He decided to try one last trick.

He reached up and ripped his mask off.

Shaggy black hair fell down around his face. His mustache dropped, coming out of its curls. "Not... Pizzahead..." Noise squeaked with his last breath.

Slowly the flame of insanity left Peppino's eyes. His grip loosened. Noise gasped, his vision sparkling with strange colors as the Italian dropped him. Peppino looked down at him. "Mio Dio, what did I..."

Noise gasped several times, the got enough breath to speak. "Ya had a flashback, to the top of the Tower. Pizzahead teleported a buncha clones of himself in here. Ya went on a murder spree. Then ya thought I was Pizzahead." He rubbed his neck. His whole neck ached - he knew it'd be a huge bruise. "Ya tried to kill me. For real, this time."

Peppino stepped back. "I- no, I-"

Noise sneered. "Already knew ya hated me. Figured you'd want ta off me at the first opportunity."

Peppino shook his head. "N-no, I never- I wouldn't actually-"

Noise laughed. "Wouldn't what? Kill? Ah, c'mon, Peppino. Surely you ain't that naive. How many people did you kill destroyin' the Tower?" He sneered. "It was way more than zero, lemme tell ya."

Peppino shook violently. "No, I didn't- I didn't mean- I tried not to- to- "

The spirits of his brothers began to change... now denizens of the Tower floated around him, their empty eyes accusing. Monster. We died so you could save, what, a pizzeria? Why did we have to die? Murderer.

Peppino fell to his knees again, his face streaming with tears. "No! No! Per favore! NO!" He grabbed the sides of his head, shaking it violently. I killed them. For no good reason! The spirits closed around him. Peppino whirled in fear. I don't... I don't recognize their faces!

Of course you don't. We meant nothing to you. We were just bumps in the road. Points to be scored.

Peppino clawed at his eyes. "No. Nonono. Per favore. Non l'ho fatto- Non volevo-!"

You enjoyed it, didn't you? Something you could take out your frustrations on with no consequence.

"NO! Non volevo farti del male! Ti avrei risparmiato se avessi potuto! Non sono- NON... SONO...!"

We had lives. Families. Dreams, just like you. Who were you to take those away?

"NO-!"

Noise grabbed the sides of Peppino's head, then slapped the Italian, hard.

Peppino locked onto Noise's face.

"Got your attention? Good. Yeah, you killed 'em. But they woulda killed you. They didn' have a choice. You didn't, either." Noise looked grim. "Pizzahead didn't really give us a choice. We all knew it. He'd'a offed us too, an anyone we cared about." He let go, and turned away. "He said he'd kill Noisette if I didn't fight you. He said it with a smile on his face. That same... goddamn smile."

Peppino stood, shivering for a different reason now. "He... did?"

Noise sniffed, and wiped his nose, putting his mask back on. "Think about this, fat boy. When ya realized ya killed people, just now, ya had a breakdown. Pizzahead killed with a smile." Noise turned and bared his fangs. "Remember that, you fat fuck. You gave a damn. He didn't."

As Noise walked away, Peppino considered the little man's words. The something struck him. "Noise, wait."

The little man stopped, but didn't turn.

"At the end of-a our fight, when you were going to-a shoot me..."

Noise looked up. "Yep, I really woulda killed ya. It was you or her." He turned and glared. "Why do ya think I screamed so loud when she dragged me outta that ring?"

As they walked, Peppino looked at Noise. "I've... I've-a never seen you without your mask before."

"Yeah? Ya probably never will again, either." The little man jammed his hands into his pockets, looking angry.

Peppino was genuinely curious. "But... why?"

Noise whirled on him, poking a finger into Peppino's belly. He looked furious... and wildly embarrassed. "Cause I don't like me, all right? I don't like my face, I don't like myself! When I'm the Noise, I can be whatever I want! Without it... I'm nobody." He spun back around and started walking. "Noise is my real face. Now drop it."

As they walked, Peppino felt something for the yellow devil he'd never felt before - a kinship. I know what it's like to hate yourself, after all...

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The figure scowled. "Drat. Not a single murder or death." They tapped their fingers irritatedly on the arm of a chair. "Ah well. Enough with the therapy session. Time for the main event."

They walked over and typed a command on a keyboard.

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BWIP

"What?" Peppino said as he felt himself teleported again. He looked around - everyone was there... but looked much the worse for wear.

Giuseppe and Fake looked scorched.

Gustavo clutched a tiny Pepperman to himself, looking distraught.

Vigilante rode on top of Brick's head, both looking as if they'd seen a loved one die.

He turned to Noise. The bruise on his neck where he'd choked him was already vivid.

"What in the hell happened to all of you?"

Before anyone could respond, the room started lighting up. Row upon row of of glass tubes lit from within, the eerie green glow filling the space... and illuminating a figure at the end.

Pizzahead.

"Ah, my friends. So glad to see you survived my little amusements." The pizza-faced monster grinned. Don't you feel better now? Why, you're practically war buddies now!" Pizzahead toyed with a ring on his finger, grinning maliciously.

Noise stepped forward. "First of all, fuck you, ya freak. Second, leave us alone! We got lives now!"

Pizzahead grinned even wider. "Oh, I know. And what wonderful lives they are! Too bad I'm going to destroy them." He turned his back to them. "But... not like this. I can't do this in this... flimsy shell." He turned back to them, his arms thrown wide. "It's time for the main event to begin!"

Vigilante growled. " What the hell you plannin', Pizzahead?"

"Oh, only a revenge plan... millenia in the making."

"Huh? Millenia? What are you talking about, you bastardo?" Peppino said.

Pizzahead laughed. "Oh, you Spaghettis. If only your brains were as fast as your feet." He turned back around. "I will have my revenge on you. You, the Rossinis, and the Tagliatelles, for what you did to me. And the world, too, for rejecting me."

At the mention of the Tagliatelles, Fake stood straight. "Who are you? What are you?"

Pizzahead held his hands up, one hand holding the ring. "Your rightful ruler. Bound to this cursed ring for 2500 years. And now... I am free."

He tossed the ring into an unlit vat in front of him, and collapsed.

As the ring drifted down through the fluid, it settled on a large, round shape. As the lights came up, it illuminated the tube's occupant -

All of them gasped. "PIZZAFACE?" Peppino yelled.

At the ring's touch, the being's eyes flew open. It grinned viciously, reached up, and put the ring on.

The tank exploded.

As they picked themselves up off the floor, the being laughed and stepped forward. "Pizzaface? That sorry excuse for a machine? No. That was this fool's attempt to create something to put me in. He wanted his mind back, you see." He kicked Pizzahead's limp body. "But I took him over too quickly. I must admit, him removing the ring before our battle did put a crimp in my plan. I would have destroyed you easily."

Peppino stood up and growled defiantly. "Who are you, stronzo? Tell us!"

"My name is lost to history. Not that it matters. My title... was the Pizzamancer."

"The who?" Noise laughed. "What the hell kinda name is that?"

The Pizzamancer grinned. He gestured, and Noise lit on fire. The little man ran screaming, and Fake quickly smothered the fire with their body. "One you will respect and fear, gremlin. This world will be mine, as it should have been before your people killed me the first time." He pointed at Peppino, Giuseppe, and Fake. "While I could incinerate you all right now, that wouldn't be satisfying. So, I will send you back to your precious town. But know this - I will destroy what you hold dear before I return to kill you. And I will savor every moment of it."

BWIP

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They looked around - they were in the Tower Town square. The ground shook.

At the Tower ruins, the ground split open. From below the debris rose a grotesque, malformed mockery of the old Pizza Tower, rising into the sky. The purple edifice hovered for a moment, then blinked out of sight.

Giuseppe and Vigilante were already on their phones, contacting the authorities. Noisette ran up to Noise, holding the burned man and crying. Brick and Gustavo were hugging. Pepperman had a faraway look, as if he couldn't believe what he'd seen.

Fake loped up to Peppino. "What did he mean? What our families did to him? I've heard nothing about anything like that."

Peppino stared a the empty sky. "I... I don't-a know, either. But I think we need-a to find out, pronto. Whoever this... Pizzamancer is... I don't-a think he's bluffing."

Then they noticed the crumpled Pizzahead at their feet.

"Maybe this one can tell us." Fake bent and picked up the limp form. Pizzahead groaned.

Peppino grabbed the clown's lapels. "All right, Pizzahead, Tell us what you know! Who is-a this Pizzamancer guy?"

Pizzahead looked confused. "Pizza-head? Who's that? Who're you? Where... where am I?" He looked around blearily. "I... can't remember..."

Peppino growled. "Don't-a give-a me that, stronzo! You're Pizzahead!"

The Ninda looked confused. "What? That's not my name. My name's... Paolo. Paolo Totino. Last thing I remember was... selling that ring..."

Peppino drew a fist back. "You bastardo-!"

Fake grabbed his hand. "Peppino, wait. Something is wrong. He is... not acting like Pizzahead. Perhaps we should take him to a hospital."

Peppino growled and put his hand down. "All right. But if I find out you're-a trying to trick us again, I'll rip those toppings off your fucking face. Understand?"

Paolo cringed back. "Ok, ok! I don't know what I did to you, but I'm... sorry..."

Paolo fell back in a dead faint.

An ambulance pulled up, accompanied by several police cars. Fake picked up Paolo and took him to the medics.

Giuseppe walked up to Peppino. "What do you think, Pino?"

Peppino looked at the sky. "I think... that we need to find-a out what happened 2500 years ago. And quickly."

#pizza tower #my stuff #pizzatower #pizza tower au #peppino spaghetti #peppino #pizza tower fanfic #pt #tower town au #tt au #the noise #the vigilante #pepperman #gustavo and brick #brick the rat #gustavo pizza tower #gustavo #pizzahead #giuseppe spaghetti

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punprincess321 · 11 months

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(reposting from a fandom post i made)

So I see some complaints about the games after Apollo justice, like you gave the spotlight to a new character but then put Phoenix right back in his original spot. I can see how a lot of people who grew attached to Apollo were upset by this and those that were a fan of Phoenix being a mentor were too. I think I have an idea on how a new game could fix this: Lawyer selection!

When a new case starts, you can choose which lawyer will take the case, Athena, Apollo, or Phoenix, each will have unique dialogue, and interpretations of the scene (for jokes, not the outcome), and you can also pick who will help you on the case too! Your partners can be Maya, Trucy, or either of the two Lawyers you didn't pick at the beginning. The prosecutors for the cases are locked in and don't change based on who you play as, this gives us the chance to see how Apollo or Athena would fair against Edgeworth, or Phoenix have a rematch with Klavier.

The person you pick as a partner can also lend you a hand in court, like if you picked Phoenix, he will offer you the Magatama, Athena will use Widget, and Apollo will tell you what he perceives. They all lead to the same conclusions. Maya however is special. Maya will do her usual thing but if you are really struggling during the trial (you go through the testimony a few times or get at least 3 penalties), then there will be a prompt when you talk to Maya that she can summon Mia to aid you, Mia will basically act like a hint system, she'll help you once and if you think you'll be fine for the rest of the trial without her, she will leave and Maya will be back.

I feel like this would be a great idea and you can experience each match-up on different playthroughs, of course, this is just a suggestion but I think it would be a good game and give people a chance to tell their own versions.

As for the story, due to how the characters would be interchanging, it would have to revolve around all involved, specifically everyone that works for the Wright Anything Agency. So I was thinking "Well there were quite a few psychos that got caught and thrown in prison thanks to these people, what if they teamed up for revenge?"

I made a list of the more psychotic killers that would be in this alliance:

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Main trilogy:

Frank Sahwit- He seems scummy enough to join,

Redd White- I'm on the fence about him but I think he'd join.

Damon Gant- he'd still be alive and he's loopy enough to do it I think

Matt Engarde- No doubt would want revenge

Furio Tigre- He's hot-headed so I think he'd want to get some revenge.

Dahlia Hawthorne- she would need to be summoned but it's possible she'd be involved if contacted.

AJ:

Kristoph- obviously.

Alita Tiala- she's similar to Frank and Furio, not hesitant at all to get dirty.

DD:

Florent L'Belle- He legit threatened to kill Apollo, he's demented enough in my eyes.

Aristotle Means: believes his idea of the law is superior, he'd def wanna get rid of those against him.

Phantom- I'm on the fence with him.

SOJ:

Pierce Nichody- he's fueled by hatred and jealousy, and calling Miles and Phoenix tumors def puts him on the list.

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I didn't include the Khura'in suspects because they're incarcerated in Khura'in and not Japanifornia. But this seems like a group full of bitter people that wanna see the Wright Anything Agency burn.

Anyway, what do you guys think? this is just an idea I came up with today so there's room for fixes, and if you know of other culprits that can go on the list, let me know and tell me why. I'm happy to hear feedback!

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #trucy wright #apollo justice #athena cykes #maya fey #ace attorney trials and tribulations #ace attorney dual destinies #ace attorney 4

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Thank you for your answer, and thank you for putting so much thought into that 💞💞💞 mal and nia are my main LIs and at first I was really glad that at least two members of the party stayed with each other and mb even got closer but I can see how it would be annoying and/or sad for people who romance one of them exclusively. I think that I mostly just want to see eeal bonds between our party bc idk it just feels a bit hollow? In the first book they were just thrown together by chance but a whole year has passed and without MC there to hold them together it just shows how much less there is with exception of some banter and general sympathy towards one another. I also think that excluding Threep and other non-romancable characters from the main friend group makes most of the dynamic in choices hollow bc lmao all these people are here to try and fuck us and no one cares about each other beyond that. I don't really like TRR or TF but I feel like friendship was so much richer in previous books, like those two series, OH and TE - and in PM they managed to create a poly route where I could feel solid platonic bonds between people other than MC and LIs (Sloane and Hayden, Steve and Hayden or Damien and Nadia). Or mb I'm just a bit underwhelmed with the current plot course in blades lmao (sorry for rambling around the same three thoughts I just can't seem to gather my thoughts on this whole thing together 🫡)

I’m so sorry, I meant to respond to this sooner. But no, I completely get what you’re saying! You made some good points.

Even though all of these characters were kind of thrown together in book 1, personally I did feel like they were more like a family by the end of it. And I think that’s one of the reasons why everyone loved Blades so much. However, I do understand why the bonds aren’t as tight in this book. It makes sense for there to be some distance between everyone after what happened to MC and the apparent strife it caused. But I feel like they haven’t done enough to fully bring the group back together again and reform those poignant emotional bonds.

As you basically said with the exception of some banter and general sympathy towards one another, pretty much all of the focus is on each member’s relationship with MC alone. And even those relationships are very one sided with each person relying on MC for support, but not giving much in return. When the main cast is tied together by genuine relationships with each other rather than simply all waiting for their turns in MC’s bed, it’s really great to see and makes for a better book overall. That’s why the Pend Pals are still my personal favorite friend group to this day.

I will say that I actually don’t feel like the relationship dynamics in Blades specifically are hollow because everyone’s trying to sleep with MC though. And maybe that’s because I’m only romancing Mal (and flirting with Aerin on the side). But yeah, I think it’s because the writers have really been ignoring the opportunities to capitalize off of emotional beats (which I’ve said a few times before) rather than the characters just not having more to their relationships at all

#choices bolas #choices blades #blades of light and shadow #choices stories you play #playchoices #like basically all of the ingredients and the recipe are there #but the writers are skipping over important steps to finish faster #and we all know that makes for a disappointing meal #also I wouldn’t be hurt if our friends had gotten closer while MC was gone and leaned on each other for support #regardless of who it was and who I’m romancing #it’s more so that I’m hurt because Mal’s been so distant already #and then on top of that he’s running this orphanage with Nia #which is a huge thing considering his background #and idk I guess I just thought that that was something he’d want to include MC in if you’re romancing him #and that it would be a little harder for him to move forward with it without her #yet he up and does this within a year of MC being gone after mere weeks of searching #but I guess the thought process was just life is short so you shouldn’t wait #since he thought she was dead and all #but it still hurts #so that’s why I think it would be even more hurtful for me personally if Mal was the one who knew Nia’s secret and kept it from everyone #especially after the ‘you slept through it’ comment #but yeah anyway I started typing up my response to this shortly after responding to your first ask #and then never got back to it 🤦🏽‍♀️#mostly because I didn’t know if I was gonna type a novel again and I haven’t had a lot of time to sit down and do that lol #so it’s been sitting partially finished in my drafts for a minute 😭#but I’m glad it didn’t get crazy long again #choices #choices app #choices ask

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songofstrawhats · 5 months

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Okay I just finished reading Alabasta and here are my thoughts!!!

Okay I see why people like Vivi so much, and also why people ship her with Nami, they are extremely cute. Reading about her in fic I was a little like 'idk why people consider her part of the crew so much if she's not with them??' but no I get it now I love her. I'm gonna miss her!!

Usopp!!!! Had so many cool parts!!!!! He's really a very slapstick character and I'm impressed they got him in live action as well as they did even tho I think he was the most changed one. I loved his bit with the hammer, and also the flashback where Nami was getting him to make the climate staff..... where you see him building the hammer before hand!!

Zoro going into a fight like 'cool this'll be a great chance to learn to cut steel' HOW IS HE SO COOL AND ALSO RIDICULOUS and also is this observation haki?? Perhaps???? Idk idk. Also I want an AU where Zoro ate the sword fruit I'm just saying

Chopper is so good and any time any of the crew is interacting with him is so good. Love Zoro scrubbing his fur in the bath!!!!!

Okay so Crocodile is literally just Captain Hook with all the Crocs and the clock shots and the hook, does this make Luffy Peter Pan? Because accurate tbh

Also rip bird guy you were so cool bird guy idk your name but I love your style

Also all their outfits were so cute this arc!!! Esp Luffy!!!!! I wanna draw himmmm

I fucking love the den den mushis and also the running gag with them and Sanji, good stuff. I kept forgetting who was and wasn't with the group so when he called while everyone else was stuck in the cage I was like OH RIGHT lmao

The Supersonic Duck Squad are absolutely not making it into live action but I love them and also their new camel buddy SO MUCH

ALSO shout-out to Smoker omg I now see why people were so excited about the teaser at the end of opla, although I def agree with my sister that 'he is going to invent new kinds of lung cancer' lmao

There is so much more politics than I expected there to be in one piece!!!! The diagrams of where all the different factions were at all the different times were EXTREMELY necessary

okay so I knew from fic that Robin just sort of shows up on the ship and Luffy is like 'yeah sure you can join our crew'. NOT ONE PERSON MENTIONED THE MUTUAL LIFESAVING BEFOREHAND!!!!! SHE SAVED HIM AND HE SAVED HER AND THEIR FATES ARE ALIGNED SHE HAS THROWN IN HER LOT WITH THEIRS!!!! Like idk what her deal is but I'm willing to see where this goes!!!!!

#one piece #reading op #lori chat #and now skypiea I guess????#genuinely i thought that arc was much later but i guess im 200+ chapters in!!!

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otwdfanfic · 5 months

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Okay okay so i went to see the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes yesterday (and i loved it) and after your post about the Nuff lookalike, I got to thinking about the games themselves

How do you think would the otwd gang respond in the event of being thrown into the hungergames? Like how would they act, would they group up, who would take care of others, who would eventually win (and maybe how would that affect their psyche and mental state afterwards oop)

This is just a very interesting question to me and id love to hear your thoughts about it!! For me this has always been a way to build certain parts of characters that aren't necessarily shown in stories, but are still important to know as the hungergames often drive people to either their lowest lows or their highest compassion

Anyways

Yeah this franchise is just smt that always me thinking LMAO

Omgg this is a difficult question! Prev gen is quick and easy: Gustav is obviously a district 4 boy and very clever but easily gets in over his head so he'd probably befriend a Career pack or somehow form an alliance with Cato. Unlike our fav Career of the same name, Cato is extremely district 12 coded (all lucy gray's songs!!!!) and very unfriendly and independent haha so despite his hunting skill I think he'd be underestimated and unwilling to join a pack. If he was in the same game as Gustav, he might join him but then (when he begins to suspect that he's next on Gustav's list) stab him in the back (or the eye). Cato is likely winning any game they throw him in, but in an actual hunger games au his rage against the Capitol would make him a risky victor. He wouldn't be cooperative afterwards and that could get him killed.

I don't wanna get into the Hiccup gang bc that's too difficult haha but my bets are on Astrid. As for the kids, it's hard to think about district splits bc it messes up their family dynamics so I won't try to sort that out.

Baldur and Rilla are textbook Careers, well trained with most weapons. Baldur in particular can win over a crowd and he's less honorable than Rilla so I think he'd get far and probably stab her in the back. He usually overestimates himself though, and that's one of his major flaws.

Nuffink is a loner, he wouldn't trust anybody in the games. He's mostly avoiding others and hiding, I can also see him luring others into striking range and he's pretty feral when forced to fight. I'm thinking of Thresh from Katniss's games. He gets a favorite weapon in itpn but not one that's usually in the Games afaik. I think a Career pack would have the best chance of taking him down.

Zephyr would have a Katniss-like technique, a mix of hiding/surviving in the wild with traps and occasionally ambushing others. I can see her and Bjorn teaming up regardless of if they know each other. I don't see Zephyr winning, though, even if Bjorn was trying to protect her. Like Peeta, he's charming the Capitol, winning lots of sponsors and working well with other tributes. It's been mentioned only once or twice, but Bjorn has well rounded talent with most weapons. Particularly spears. And he'd be an ideal victor, "a real hero" like his playlist says. Someone who can manage to win the Games in an honorable way despite the odds. The part of itpn I'm most excited for involves Bjorn being challenged and pushed to his limits in a way that's spiritually similar, I cannot wait to write his plot!

Eret's odds aren't great I fear. She's better trained in plants and climbing than fighting, similar to Rue or Foxface. She'd definitely try to sneak around poisoning people. She'd also be good at charming the Capitol in a real au scenario. But I don't see her winning either, somebody ruthless like Baldur or Tryggir would get her :(

Tryggir is a Career pack type who relies on others to back him up (like how Coral led the others), but I don't think he'd work well with Baldur or Rilla, so if he joins them he's going down early (or managing to take Baldur out). Either that or stays a loner until they take him out anyway.

If Sikka was in their Games (despite her age) she'd have a good chance too. Super sneaky and clever, super good tracker, good at fighting, very Katniss like in skill and temperament. She'd have a good chance at taking Bjorn down too.

So I think it's a coin toss between Bjorn and Sikka, with Sikka maybe having better odds. Probably not what you were expecting since they've barely been involved in the plot so far! But they will be :) They'd both be able to cope with life post games in a mostly normal way, I think, and they'd be good mentors. Both would understand that doing what it takes to survive isn't their fault, it's the system they live in. And I think they're both ideal recruits for a rebellion :) Characters like Baldur and Tryggir would be shameless victors, gloating and reveling in the attention. Nuffink would be a wreck as usual and I think Zephyr would be drowning in guilt. Eret and Rilla would be more like Sikka and Bjorn if they won, though I think Eret and Sikka would be very private and try to disappear from public eye.

I would ask the same about your ocs but I don't wanna put poor Siri through that 😭 the kids though mayhaps?

#district 12 cato is something im so passionate about #cato is a cog in the wheel like all the district folks and he hates the system #he'd burn it all down and the rest of the world too if he wasn't so focused on surviving every day

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blaintism · 11 months

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Name five scenes that show off Blaine’s best qualities?

sorry for taking a couple days to respond I knew I'd really have to sit and think this one out!

the first scene that comes to mind is when finn basically baits him into thinking he's going to get a solo but is actually talking about rory. while like 90% of the other glee characters would yell at him, storm out, or slap somebody, he just says it's a great idea and rory will do a great job. I think it's something people get wrong about his character all the time, that because he sings a lot he's a diva the likes of rachel. I know anderberry is popular but I think they're more disimilar than people think. rachel throws a fit when things don't go her way. the kick to blaine's character is whether he gets something good or not he doesn't mind. I think it's a really endearing quality. he loves singing, and does it whenever he gets the chance, but he also is so positive about sharing the spotlight in a way that's sort of rare on the show. another example to this point is that he was willing to not audition for tony for kurt, or that he always is featured in group numbers or a duet in competitions after joining NDs.

which reminds me of the whole thing in season five where tina offers him a solo for nationals because everyone agreed he deserves it for working hard, and then like two episodes later when he got valedictorian they're mad he got a solo because he gets 'handed things' but they were the ones who handed him this thing. and then he doesn't perform a solo at nationals and does a duet with tina, who was the one mad at him also. what. anyways. back to the question at hand LOL

secondly we always have to acknowledge the scene at the end of prom queen. i think it's a really beautiful moment of character growth. blaine in season two is clearly someone who went through some things and is very afraid because of this, and we get this very special moment where he faces his fears for kurt. to me it shows his heart. he loves sooo big

a third thing i really like is blaine standing up for jane in season six. at first he's a little thrown off by the whole thing but he ends up being fully behind her and i think it shows a good quality that even after the vote when she maybe doesn't even want to be in the group anymore he threatens to quit. just wants to make things right either way!!

fourthly can i just say a lot of his relationship with sam? in general i think the way he handles having a crush on him shows this quality he has in sort of putting those he cares about before himself (not always so much to the healthiest degree.. but he's sweet). he really wants to make people happy. i think for the last scene i can point out this in a lot of his friendships but i think i'll refer to my favorite: tina. particularly when he's concerned about her in the season five premiere so he schemes to make the guys take her to prom. that's his best friend who is so mean and he just wants to help her. anyways this has been long and gone a little all over the place but here you go.

#ask #anonymous #this might not be top of my game i havent watched an episode of glee for a bit tbh #blaine meta

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whitehotharlots · 2 years

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How important is dishonesty?

While I usually think it’s asinine to cover up usernames for comments that were made in public, I’m doing so here because I’m not at all angry with this person and I don’t want to seem like I’m hounding them. I am just truly, deeply confused by the state of contemporary expectations in regards to describing things that happened in real life.

These comments, and several others along the same lines, come in response to an old post of mine which has recently gone semi-viral. In that piece, I attempt to highlight a connection between alienation toward contemporary liberal excesses and the forms of petty institutional cruelty that were commonplace when I was still in school. My point was that granting institutionally empowered people with the ability to enact severe punishments on un-protected castes is guaranteed to drive some people away from liberalism writ large and toward seemingly more welcoming groups, such as some forms of the alt-right.

(The piece is very much a product of 2019)

Anyhoo, here’s what I consider the thesis of the post:

The point is, zero tolerance never really means zero tolerance. Rules are always–always, literally always, without exception in the whole of human history–enforced arbitrarily. Harsh policies rarely make anyone safer. They are employed instead to further humiliate and brutalize those who have already been rejected by the system.

And I sought to illustrate this by bringing up a few real-life situations from my childhood in which less advantaged kids (racial minorities, gender non-conformers, kids who were visibly poor) got fucked over by the caprice of a system that would not have enacted the same punishments upon kids who were well-liked or otherwise connected:

Some teachers were nicer than others, of course. Some were downright supportive. Others were simply evil. There was one, when I was in 7th grade, who was particularly repulsive and cruel--no kidding, his admiration of Rush Limbaugh was formative in my early-adopted hatred of American conservatives. He had matted red hair and teeth like a cracked picket fence and would wear a leather jacket out to lunch. Anyhow, he would prattle on about his hatred of kids who “Just. Refuse. To. Learn.” These kids were almost always black. Pure coincidence, I’m sure. He’d make a show of tossing them out of class--sometimes physically--for infractions as minor as getting an answer wrong when called upon. One time, a twitchy white kid who wore the same t-shirt every day called him out: It’s unfair, he said, that I’m getting thrown out of class for getting an answer wrong, when right before me another kid got several chances to respond.

The teacher turned beet red. He got on his knees and put his face two inches in front of the twitchy kid’s eyes.

“I’m not throwing you out because you got the answer wrong,” he explained. “I’m throwing you out because you are you.”

I must stress: this happened. It’s one of my clearest memories of all of middle school, and this description is not exaggerated in the slightest.

I could, had I chosen to, gone much deeper in my description of this man. He smelled bad in a way that I’ve never encountered before or sense, like rotten hamburger that had been coated in Dollar Tree deodorant. He wore thick glasses that were line by a white crust.

Blog posts are not poetry. When I compose mine, I do not expend a great deal of effort planning out every detail and word choice. I instead envision a general vibe, a point I wish to discuss, and some basics steps toward synthesizing those two, and then I just sit down and type. When I wrote this particular post, I did not engage in a metadialect weighing the pros and cons of including a physical description of the abusive teacher. I wanted to make sure my readers could grasp the extent of his awfulness, and I did this by expressing it how I experienced it: as a physical menace, a repulsion that was both material and abstract, a sense of helplessness that enveloped my senses as much as it wrapped a band of thorns around my soul.

Is this bad? Are we not allowed to acknowledge physicality, even when physicality and embodiment are essential aspects of the experiences we are describing? If a woman describes an assault, should she not mention the heft or appearance or strength of the man who harmed her? Should these details be omitted for the sake of sparing the feelings of outsiders? Or are they integral elements of her experience, something so essential to conveying her sense of terror within that moment that omitting them would amount to dishonesty? The events I described in that post happened more than a quarter century beforehand. This is an anonymous blog that, on the best of days, reaches a few tens of thousands of people. The teacher mentioned within the original post is most likely dead. He certainly does not remember me. And even he was alive and had my name written on a list taped behind his couch like Steve Buscemi in Billy Madison, there’s only an infinitesimal chance he’d ever encounter the post, and a significantly smaller chance he’d realize I was talking about him.

But the concern of the commenters wasn’t about him, the actual living teacher who caused actual harm to actual people. No. They seek instead to appease a much more important being: The Hypothetical Victim. This doesn’t really exist, and certainly isn’t ourselves--oh no, we’d never be so lame. This person isn’t real, but we must nonetheless center their concerns when we determine the morality of others. That’s how we achieve equity, y’all: always willing and ready to police the speech of real others in order to make sure the imagined Other, this vector of perpetual offense, this void of acontextual nothingness comprised entirely of the very whiniest exaggerations made by the very most fragile of sociopaths--this ghost, this spirit, this god must never feel invalidated.

I get it: we have to pretend that physicality doesn’t matter. Everything is an essence these days. Everything is either good or evil, full stop, and those designations aren’t determined by what those things do or how they effect other things around them, but by a magic spirit discernable only to the wisest sages within DEI consultation services and Gender Studies departments. Those are the rules of game right now in liberal spaces. I am powerless to fight against them.

But... just within the realm of expression, do you see how malignant these demands are? Can you sense, however inchoate, the negative effects of insisting that everyone sterilize their language to avoid hypothetically offending hypothetical people?

Do you want to be honest? Do you want others to be honest? Or do you prefer an antiseptic discourse, in which we all subordinate our actual perceptions to the desires of a crybaby who exists only in your head? And if you chose the latter option--as many of you have, resolutely--how does this help you achieve your goals? How does occluding honesty from discourse led to a more equitable society?

These aren’t abstract questions, and I cannot answer them for you. But, dear god, you need to answer them.

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ananad1 · 2 years

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More SGE Movie Thoughts

So one whole person asked for more of my thoughts on SGE and since my Midterms are now over I can give them....

This time around I watched the movie with someone who had not seen it yet, but had read the books (my dad, yes he was coerced into reading them but that is beside the point).

I think that the amount of time between Agatha and Sophie going back to Gavaldon and Sophie coming back to life was way too long. It takes away from them immediately disappearing in front of all the other students and no one, especially Tedros, getting to say goodbye. Tedros had plenty of time to try and convince them, or at least Agatha, to stay. He just stood there not doing anything until they were gone and then was all upset. Like sir you had a chance too bad so sad now.

Some one else mentioned this and I 100% agree that having the girls continue to have magic in Gavaldon makes it too confusing in terms of how they figure out something is wrong in the future.

In the book we do not see anything else at the school, or Gavaldon for that matter, which is important because in the second book the girls learn that right after they left everyone tried to go back to their schools and the girls were thrown out of Evil and the boys were thrown out if Good. In the movie we see them all together at the end and there is no noticeable shift in the castles.

Th blue forest remained being called the blue forest, but it wasn't remotely blue, which is not an impossible task, but if they weren't even gonna bother why not change the name to 'the practice forest' or something similar.

I'm still mad that the Nevers never got to even go into the forest or do any forest group type thing.

I brought up the blood magic being unnecessary before, but some other people have talked about how they didn't like it in the books or barely remembered it in the books (4,5,6) and it was important for those books, but in the movie it helped to establish a Sophie (girl) is only evil because Rafal (man) is controlling her or convincing her to do these things for him. Which is a problem that is often run into with evil women in movies and shows.

I still don't understand how they cut Sader, I have to bring him up again because my dad reminded me that in the new prequel that came out this year, his family plays a major role. Without him nothing makes sense, he predicted Sophie and The fall of the barrier between the worlds and so much more. Without his help, guidance, and general existence so many characters would be left in the dark. He was also like the only teacher Agatha originally liked.

Chaddick was also never pointed out by name, he has credits on IMDB so I know which one he is, but he is supposed to be Tedros' best friend and he is majorly important in books 4, 5, and 6 wether you like what happened with him or not (which I though it was an interesting parallel to the girls and I actually liked it fight me).

On a good note the actor for Reaper was wonderful and even though they did not include the scene of him running out of birds to behead so he goes after Sophie, he was great.

Again someone else brought up how different Tristan looked, honestly the first time around when Gregor dropped his sword at the beginning I assumed it was Tristan. I'm not sure of there is a second movie if they can pull of the Tristan/Yara switch and how well they would do it if they try.

I know I said the beginning School Master fight was fine, but the more I think about it the more I realized that in the books it is described as a war and way longer than a sparing match gone wrong. Also they never officially mark Rafal as dead and in the books everyone know one of the brothers is dead, but not who actually died.

I will never not be mad about them giving Lesso Evelyn Saders in love with Rafal trait, it just makes me so upset. Also on the note of Lesso if she is from Gavaldon and seems to have only ever been at the school, how are they going to explain Aric if they do another movie, cause if she's in love with Rafal I don't see that happening. Aric is like important for every book after though.

I'm sure I can come up with more, but this is what I've got for right now.

@atrenchcoatfilledwithbeees Since you are the one who asked I'm tagging you in this, but let me know if you want me to take you off.

#school for good and evil #sge movie #sge #sge spoilers #agatha of camelot #agatha of woods beyond #sophie of woods beyond #tedros of camelot #chaddick of foxwood #hester #anadil of bloodbrook #hort of bloodbrook #beatrix of jaunt jolie #soman chainani

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silverhenderson · 11 months

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Better Together (Regulus Black x Reader (Iris Lebelle))

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauder's era)

Pairing: Regulus x Iris Lebelle

Warnings: Slight Smut, Swearing and Angst

Word count: 1869

A/N: if you want to see what Sirius was doing during this let me know!

October, 10th, 1976

Sirius ran his hand through his curly brown hair, sighing as he looked up at the tall building. A mansion for one of his horrible mother’s friends, his little brother Regulus walked up next to him, while the two looked similar they both were very different. Sirius wore a red tie and a suit his mother had forced him into and Regulus wore a green suit. He looked up at his older brother. “What?” he asked looking at Sirius with a face, “I hate coming to these things,” the other brother said back not looking him in the face. “I don’t,” Regulus said looking back at the building and smiling a bit to himself. In truth, Reg really didn't love getting dressed up for some stupid event for “purebloods” but what he did enjoy was seeing his friend; Iris.

The two had been inseparable since they were children and had met at the ministry where both their fathers worked. Since then, they would sneak off any chance they got to have fun together. Feelings had started to bubble over for his best friend, something about her long hair and her smile made his heart flutter. She was kind, and smart, and never showed an ounce of hate towards anyone, and he loved her for that. She was different, and she had always been there for him through everything his horrid family had put him through. Although he was the “good” brother, it was still difficult, but she took the pain away and all the weight that had been thrown on his shoulders.

Regulus straightened his tie, taking a deep breath he walked past his elder brother and into the house. It was packed, adult after adult packed next to each other. In the middle of the room was dancing, Regulus ignored his brother sneaking past him to go probably find some girl to whoo. He looked around trying to find her, suddenly someone grabbed him by the arm. He looked up and was sorely disappointed to see his mother, “Regulus come with me, I would like you to meet someone” he nodded and went with her.

The mother and son came to an old-looking gentleman who was surrounded by many different important-looking people. “Mr.Girth this is my son Regulus,” his mother said motioning to her son. “Nice to meet you, son,” he said holding his hand out to the boy. “The pleasure is mine” he took the old man’s hand and shook it firmly. As Mr.Girth talked about some topic Regulus couldn't care less about his eyes wandered and spotted her. There she was across the room, everything around them slowed as he took her in. She wore a short blue dress, her hair had been curled and had daisies braided into them, her makeup was soft, and she wore a necklace of a bee. She smiled and laughed at whatever the person she was talking to was saying, and his heart stopped. She was extraordinary; he wanted to take her away and just have it be the two of them together. Forever. Nothing in the world mattered anymore.

“Excuse me,” he said to the group and walked across the hall to her. He ignored the whispers from the group he had abandoned. Brushing his pants off he weaved through the dancers, thinking of what to say to her. Swiftly Regulus grabbed her hand and spun her, dipping her and holding her. As the two stared into each other’s eyes he blushed; she was so beautiful. Now that he was so close to her his stomach suddenly filled with butterflies.

She giggled when she saw it was him who was in her arms, “hello Mr. Black” she whispered to him, he smirked down at her; “hello Ms.Labelle” he whispered back. He resisted the urge to kiss her; after an awkward silence, he pulled her back up. “How has your night been Reggie?” she asked. “Not great, Sirius is being a pig” he motioned over to his older brother who was flirting with some brunette. “He’s gonna disappear soon to go sleep with the Mckinnon girl” Iris laughed at his comment.

She threaded her fingers through his and pulled him to the dance floor. He followed like a lost puppy; she placed his hand on her waist. He looked down at her, face heating up. Pulling her close, the two began to dance around the room, the two danced in sink like clockwork. Regulus spun her, her dress spread out around her making her look like a princess. And that's what he was to her; a magnificent princess. The two were so engulfed in each other they didn’t notice the whole room staring at them.

Sirius watched his brother with Iris. There was some unseen spark between the two of them. He knew his brother’s feelings towards Iris, he saw the way he stared at her. Sirius couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Not because he liked Iris or anything, she was somewhat annoying to him but because his brother had found something like that. Although he had been known for his flirtatious nature he secretly longed for someone he could love forever. The boy walked away from the group to a small corner where he took a swig from the flask he had brought and disapparated.

Finally, the song ended and in turn, the two stopped their waltz. Regulus held her close, their faces mere inches away from each other. He could feel her soft breathing on his face, he looked down at her lips. This is it he thought, everything he had been hoping, praying for was going to happen right now. Before he could close the space between them there was a growing applause behind them. Iris looked to see what was happening and to Regulus’ displeasure; he continued looking at her. Her cheek grazed his lips softly.

Iris blushed at the applause, Regulus pulled out of his trance from her when a voice complimented them behind them. “Well done Mr.Black, that was some of the most beautiful dancing I have seen” It was Mr.Girth, Regulus looked at him pulling away from Iris but keeping a grip on her waist. He wanted to punch the man for interrupting them, Iris listened to the man ramble compliment after compliment at the couple. Iris looked at Regulus and then back at the man. “Thank you, Mr.Girth but I think I hear my father calling me, come Reggie” She took him away from the man and up a back set of stairs.

The two walked upstairs and down the hall until coming to a closed bedroom door. She pushed it open and pulled him inside. Shutting it behind her, she flicked on the lights. The room was a light blue color and had a four-poster bed as well as a dresser. Not much else other than that. Iris pulled him to the bed. This is what it has to be Regulus thought his breath stopping; thinking about what could come next. She sat him down, “I have a present for you,” she said smiling at him. “What is it?” He asked, half hoping the gift would be something more than just their friendship. She leaned forward and placed something in his hand. A small cardboard box, he looked down; cigarettes. “But you don’t smoke,” he said looking at her confused, “I know” she sat next to him. “But I know you like to when you get stressed, so I bought them for you”

His heart skipped a beat, she was so sweet, she was an angel. He mouthed a thank you and lit one, breathing in and lying back on the bed. She looked down at him, his curls spread out around him, he looked up at her; her blue eyes twinkled from the moonlight. He took in another breath and the two sat in a comfortable silence. After some time the small flame had gotten down to his fingers. He blew it out and threw the butt somewhere in the room. Regulus looked up at Iris, thinking. She looked back down at him, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down to him. The two ended up with Iris right above him and Regulus under her small frame.

His breath hitched, and he looked up at her face. Her eyes drooped a bit from how late it was. He had imagined this moment for years and now it was finally happening. He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair holding her head in his hand. She looked at him, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Regulus slowly pulled her face to his, closing his eyes. Before their lips could connect someone busted into the room. Iris shot up and ended up sitting on Regulus’ lap, there in the doorway stood none other than his brother. Sirius.

The eldest brother was a disheveled mess; his tie was around his neck. His buttoned-up shirt was open and missing some buttons, his hair was a mess and his belt had missed a loop. He laughed at the scene before him, Regulus’ calm demeanor completely flew out the window. He was pissed. This was his one shot at finally being happy with the girl he cared so deeply for and his stupid drunk of a brother fucked it all up.

“What’s going on here?” Sirius slurred, Regulus shot him a glare. “None of your business you fucking prick” he shot back. Sirius laughed at his brother, “Well whatever it is, Iris you're needed at Evans.” Iris sighed and went to move when Regulus grabbed her waist, “why?” He snapped, Sirius looked taken aback by the question; “so you can shag her?” Anger clearly in his voice.

Sirius again laughed, “First off Iris is so not my type, Second I just had the best “shag” of my life, so I’m good for now, and third I’m sure Remus would not be thrilled about that” Regulus looked from his brother to Iris who was blushing much harder than before, “the werewolf?” He asked looking at her, “everyone knows he has the hots for her; has had them since 4th year” Sirius said nonchalantly. Regulus felt two things, 1 the anger of someone even thinking of Iris the way he did and 2 his heartbreaking at the thought of the two of them not being together.

Iris looked at him, he said nothing and let go of her. She didn’t move, “Reggie?” She whispered he looked away from her holding back tears, he couldn’t let her see him cry; he just couldn’t. Before Iris could say anything Sirius grabbed her by the hand and dragged her out. Regulus heard her call out for him down the hall, with worry in her voice, but he didn’t move. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he sat there in the room, the light flickered and left him in darkness. In that second Regulus vowed two things, for one he would never show pain like this in front of anyone ever again, and two. He would make Remus Lupin feel the pain he did forever.

#harry potter #regulus black #maurders era #hufflerin #ocs #sirius black #slight smut #angst #fluff #regulus x y/n

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