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lostysworld · 3 years

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Only if I could – Kaz Brekker x reader (Part 1)

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Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Warning: mention of touch aversion??

Summary: everything is in the request🖤 Getting fed up with quarrels with Kaz, your boss, and looking a him and Inej together, you decide to leave Ketterdam for the better life.

A/N: Flashback is in italics

Grim atmosphere of Kaz's office is hovering above your head or it's just a mirage, you don't know this for sure. While Jesper is twittering nonsense next to your ear, you try to listen to your boss carefully, catching details about upcoming heist.

About a year or so since you've started working with the Crows, this man developed an unhealthy displeasure towards you, and, as it seems, mutually.

Your constant quarrels with each other at the wrong time and harsh hurting words here and there always lead to weeks of tense silence between two of you. He criticized your work, even when it was just brilliant, questioned your methods, when they were like his own.

About a year ago you do not only understand that Brekker didn't like you, but you also, unexpectedly, discovered warm feelings towards the man. Warm unrequited feelings actually. Despite his rude behavior, they didn't vanish, and you turn this attachment into that special twisted kind of childish resentment and jealousy.

Jesper's quiet laughter draws your attention and not only yours. Kaz casts a glance towards you and shakes his head in reprimand. Inej sits next to him, looking exactly the same. She is the second reason why you decided to leave the city. The faster you leave the Crows the better.

Kaz and Inej are almost inseparable, at least the last few weeks. And this is freaking you out. As much as you like Inej and consider her as your sister and close friend, you can't bear looking at two of them together. Every time when Brekker leans closer to the girl to whisper her something, your heart literally stops in your chest. You usually just turn around and leave them alone.

Now you find that it's hard for you to focus on Brekker's words not because of Jesper's chatting next to you, but because of a decision you've made earlier. With every thought about your departure the sound of waves becomes louder in your head.

Not so long ago you decided to leave the Dregs, the Crows and Ketterdam itself. You have no final destination point yet, but maybe a few months of sailing with a trade ship will help to clear your head. You can't just look at that happy couples around you and tolerate such attitude from your boss.

Yes, you will miss people here, exactly the Crows. All of them. They became a family to you in short period of time and you can never forget them. Even when the time to move on came.

– You're all free to go, - Kaz's voice wakes you up, and you raise from your seat. – Except for you, Y/N.

You barely hold an urge to roll your eyes, while he doesn't see it, facing your back. You get yourself ready for another unreasonable reprimand.

– Do you think blue-sky thinking will help you during tomorrow's heist? - he lowers his voice when everyone is out, strict and scolding as usual.

– I didn't-

– I'm not interested in what were you doing, - you grit your teeth on that. You should get used to it, but each time is like the first time. – I need you to do your part of the job, that's it.

– I always do my job, Kaz.

– Should I remind you?

You lower your gaze. He is right and last time Nina almost got hurt, when you got distracted.

– I'm not going to save your neck another time, Y/N-

– Oh, good to know I always have people taking care of me!

The tension between you two is like a live wire. Electric and dreadful. You decide to tell him now. The man will be furious when learns about your departure, but sometimes you just need to rip off the band-aid.

– If you want, you can find another place-

– I am leaving, Kaz.

These words make the young man halt on his place. On a second his face expression shows only confusion, but then it turns into usual cold mask he wears around strangers. You get to notice this short moment.

– Excuse me?

You wave your hand commenting your words.

– I am leaving Ketterdam. After the heist, of course.

Kaz keeps silence during a minute looking at the papers in his hands, and only now you notice him not raising his glance on you, peering blindly into one spot. He is that man who always stares right into your soul and what's happening now?

– Well. You can do this right now.

Now it's your turn to be surprised.

– What? Kaz-

– I don't need a traitor in my team, - Brekker raises his glance on a second and then looks away again. – I will come up with another haist plan by tomorrow's morning. We can handle it without you.

This foul rotten feeling, spreading across your lungs, seems to poison every cell inside of you. You understand pretty clearly that it's your fault only, but Kaz Brekker plays a significant role in all of it with his shitty attitude towards you. You bet that Kaz is unaware how much he hurts people, ones who are close to him.

– May I, at least, get the reason of your escape, Y/N?

– It's not..., - you take a deep breath rubbing you eyes tiredly. Sometimes you wonder how you could tolerate this man for this long. In the end you can't just tell him the truth now. – You wouldn't understand.

– Why? Because I'm not desperate to believe your words like others do?

– Because you don't listen to anyone or anything but yourself, Kaz!

– It's called business.

You exhale and only shake your head with bitter smile. Even now he tries to justify himself.

– Business...One day you will see where this business leads you.

You turn away from him, noticing at the last moment, that the man wants to say something, but head to the entrance of the room anyway. He had plenty of time to say what he wanted, and every time he chose to hurt you instead. Now you are completely done, even if this means to leave the man you love behind.

At least, Inej will always be right next to him.

– Is that all you’re gonna tell me?

You almost don't believe your ears. Kaz rarely wants to talk further when it comes to situations like this one. Now something's changed. Or it's just a chance for you not to avoid telling what you really mean. But Brekker doesn't need to know it.

– What do you want to hear, Kaz? - the man still looks directly into your eyes, waiting for Saints know what. Seems this time you are the only one who will speak. – I am not a traitor, like you called me. And I was loyal to you for all this time, if you didn't notice. I just make the situation easier for everyone.

– By leaving the Crows?

He raises his brow, throwing a set of documents in his hands aside.

– You hate me, Brekker. And it spoils all the job, - he has that unreadable expression on his face, and you go on. – It is better for all the Crows to let me go. It'll be a lot quieter without our conflicts here.

– Conflicts?!

You shrug your shoulders. Any other day Kaz would let you go without a word, and now he is not able to shut himself up. It's quite unusual, you would even say he cares.

– And what was that? Friendly chatting?

– Work issues, - you just raise brows in surprise.

– Work issues, excuse me! Kaz, you..., - despite the light tone of your conversation, not like your usual ones, tears start welling up in your eyes. – We didn't say a good word to each other during this year, Brekker. It's not work issues. You always say such horrible things to me. Every time. Always. Always.

It's not fair even for the bastard like he is, or he just didn't notice it before. But how couldn't he notice his own mean remarks here and there and your reaction?

Brekker's glance is searching for something, darting from your whole figure towards things in his office. The man swallows the lump in his throat, he seems confused, lost, ashamed. Like never seen before.

He looks almost like he is ready to stop you from leaving this spot in the room.

Kaz may say that the Crows is a family, and no one leaves a family without consequences. He may say that everything you have now was given to you by him only. But one exact thought makes him focus on completely other things.

You are leaving because of him. Kaz misses the moment you vanish from his office, staying lost in his own thoughts. All this time he thought you are with Jesper, according to your way of acting with each other. And now you didn't drop a word about him.

Maybe, just maybe, the reason of the departue is not Jesper and your accident quarrel with him. He saw with his own eyes like Fahey and you were cooing like doves while he was talking about the heist. And honestly he was fed up with this scene.

Now, when he tried to know the truth, you didn't mention the boy. Kaz hopes, Jesper has nothing to do with it at all.

Yes, he's fucked up. But he tried to find common points with you every time. With his own twisted methods. And seems, this didn't work as he planned. Backfired even.

You are both stubborn, and it's complicated. And you are now only his to lose. They all are his to lose.

When the door is shut behind your back, he is the only one left in his office. Now he has all his time to himself, and can not spend it on quarreling with you as he used to do every other evening. The silence is pushing against his ears, and he has to say, that he misses your ringing voice. Even when you tell him off.

Kaz buries his hands in hair, massaging his scalp, getting rid of throbbing headache, but the next moment takes off his gloves and throws them to the distant corner of the room. With some kind of disgust he looks down at his hands.

At the same moment he remembers one of the evenings at the beginning of the week, when all of the Crows were celebrating the last successful heist. All of you were on the first floor, at the bar, chatting and laughing. All, except for him.

You and Jesper had your own group with someone from regular customers, who were happy to share your party. But the problem was not in them, but in the way Fahey behaved next to you. You two looked like newlyweds, always close, always together, almost inseparable, the boy didn't leave you on a second and you did the same.

It took Kaz a while to realize, that he was squeezing his cane too much, looking at you and the young gambler. The way you laughed at his jokes, like he leaned closer to you to tell another one.

– Don't want to join us, Kaz?

Inej's quiet voice he could hear even in the loud atmosphere like this one. Brekker casted a glance towards her, and only looked away at the couple again. The couple that didn't notice him, too busy with each other.

– I only want what I can't have, Inej. Unfortunately.

The girl shaked her head and stood right next to him. In this mess of people and alcohol she preferred a spot of peace next to her boss. When she saw the direction he was looking, her usual smirk dropped.

– I would come to her, if I were you.

– But you are not me, Inej, - the man didn't even take his glance off.

– It would be better anyway, then standing here with these puppy eyes.

Brekker changed his target immediately.

– I don't have puppy eyes! - Inej took a step behind to find her way out at the same moment.

– You so do, Kaz.

He watched her smile, but not for long as he switched his attention back. The next second he noticed Y/N looking directly where Inej has stood earlier with a bitter grin. Not realizing that she's being watched, the girl didn't notice Kaz face expression changed.

He furrowed his brows, and his cold mask was almost dropped. Brekker was ready to come up to the girl. But then Jesper distracted her, and, look at her, she's laughing at his stories again, like nothing has happened.

Maybe Inej was right, and he had to come to her, to say that he didn't want to fight with her anymore, that he wanted to make peace and become closer. Like Jesper was.

But he would not be Kaz Brekker, if he did this. So the man remained on his place, at the edge of the bar, watching all of his Crows attentively.

Now Kaz is still watching his palms, his slightly trembling fingers, and quietly swearing. You are leaving the town, leaving him, and he can't do anything. He, Kaz Brekker, can't do anything to change your mind, and all of this is because of him.

His glance is somewhere, where he threw his gloves, looking at them with hatred so strong, they could literally burn out from it. Something in this man changes now, he doesn't know what exactly, but he will learn.

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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Hello Sashi!!! I discovered you blog a while ago and I love your writing! <3 For your Spicy Week Event, could I request rape play and light bondage (gagging, ropes) with Law and a female reader with big breasts in canon AU pleasee ?? <3

Hi babe, of course! I hope you enjoy! Idk if you were able to read this from A03 but in any case here we are! Enjoy! ♥

⚠🔥NSFW ~ Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Behave For Your Captain [pre con RP].

TW: Both parts have given their consent for r ape play. Yet, 🚫If you are not comfortable with this type of kinks and situations please DNI. Thanks ♥ 🚫. Light bondage. Gagging. Rough s ex. Fluffy ending.

Wc: 1.5K

I know it is a sensitive topic, so, If you feel bad or so reading it, please contact me, I’m not a professional in mental health but if you need to talk I’m here for you!

And always remember I BELIEVE IN YOU. IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT. WE ARE HERE FOR YOU ♥ ~

I was asked to put down this fic, unfortunately I can't make it private because TUMBLR won't allow it to. And I'm not gonna literally eliminate it because I have been asked in the worst ways possible, and IT IS A REQUEST. Plus there is enough warnings for you not to proceed reading them. So the most I can do is putting the content FULLY hidden under the cut.

It’s late at night, late and lonely. Being on guard tonight feels like torture, you have always hated this. When everybody is sleeping in the Polar Tang, but you have to remain awake, it bores you to no extent. There is no one to talk to, especially when being submerged. But, tonight things are about to take an unexpected turn...

You hear the sound of steps coming closer to the control room, but you are not sure. “Probably someone has woken up to go to the bathroom” you think and flip the page of a book you are not really reading.

And then again, you can feel a presence. Your skin gets bumpy, you look everywhere but see nobody. “Oh my…am I being my delirious self again?” you utter, but suddenly a hand covers your mouth, reaching you from behind.

“You are not being delirious… baby” a soft, low, manly voice whispers in your ear. You try to gasp for air, and as you look to the side you notice inked hands. The inked, soft hands of your captain. “Mmm…” you mumble, moving your head side to side so he could stop covering your mouth.

“Shh… don’t make me hurt you. You are gonna be all complacent to your captain, ok?” he whispers, already passing one of his hands through your big breasts. You keep moaning, loudly, trying to escape from his grip.

“What did I tell you? Shut the fuck up! You are gonna be mine tonight!” the surgeon says, turning around your chair. You are facing him, he looks like a hungry beast, ready to pounce over his prey. You can see tenting pants that show how aroused he is, he is panting, with even more dark circles than ever. The soft blue light that filters from the big porthole hits on his caramel skin, making the waves reflect on his grey eyes… He is hungry, he does not care about your consent. He is gonna get what he wants, and you can’t stop him.

“Room” “Shambles”.

The powers of his devil fruit allow him to have some ropes and duct tape in just an instant. “Captain? What is that for? Please don’t hurt me” you beg with tears in your eyes, trembling and unable to stand up. The tattooed man smirks devilishly, and comes closer hitting the ropes against the palm of his hand.

“L-Law??!” you shout. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up” he says, fire in his eyes. “But…!” you protest as he comes closer and closer. Law squeezes your cheeks, and makes you look directly into his eyes. “Why don’t you understand when I tell you to shut your fucking mouth? You wanted this” he says and cuts a piece of tape. Your lips are quickly and violently sealed by a grey sticky band. You widen your eyes; you won’t be able to shout, and no one is coming to rescue you from the claws of your feral captain…

“Come on, stand up” he commands and makes you stand from the chair by pulling your hair. You stumble upon your own feet but manage not to fall. Law smirks, and winks subtly at you. He pushes softly against the stairs.

Law snatches your wrists and gives a few loops with the ropes around them. Then, he uses the remaining rope to tie your stretched arms over your head to the side of the metallic stairs.

The cords get even tighter when Law decides to spread your legs with his knee. You are hanging, your breasts get squeezed by your forearms, tears run from your eyes through your cheeks.

“You are gonna be mine, you know that? I’ve been waiting for this for so long…” Law whispers, licking your ear. You move your head to the other side, trying to move away from his greedy tongue. “No… no… behave for your captain babe” he says, and violently lowers the zipper of your boiler suit. He discovers you are not wearing anything under, not even a bra.

Your chest gets exposed to a relishing man that enjoys the way your uncovered breasts bounce as you plead for mercy. “Ugh, how big they are, you should wear this suit open from now on” he says and attacks your nipples.

Desperately looking as he begins to suck the hell out of them, tears falling from your eyes and wetting his cheeks when he looks up at you. You keep moaning, fighting against the dichotomy of wanting to enjoy the pleasure even if it comes against your desires. Law bites and pulls with his teeth, sharp feeling that sends you to heaven. He nuzzles on your boobs, enjoying the way your soft flesh gets all over his face. “Babe, I love them”. You can’t help but squeeze your eyes, it feels so good…

His hands travel towards your sex, and even if his mouth doesn’t let go of your nipples, his fingers reach for your entrance. “So wet… After all, you want this, don’t you? Little slut” he mumbles, fixing his icy irises on your desperate ones. And he is right, you want this… His index goes in and out, making your legs become weak enough to lose composure. You whine, the ropes around your wrists hurt as they are supporting all your body weight. You try to close your legs, but Law won’t let you. “Sh sh sh let them open, little bitch. Didn’t I tell you were going to be mine?”.

The way he masturbates you, making you drip, wetting the white boiler suit that remains rolled up on your ankles with your arousal. You moan, turning your eyes white, the back of your head hitting against the handrail of the stairs that takes you to the main deck. Legs trembling, air violently escaping your nose as you can’t open your mouth, moans. Climax hits you, harder than what you would like to admit.

“Good girl, you see? You are such a slut, you came after all your crying!” he says, softly slapping your cheek several times. Your agitated, messed up you, can’t stop looking at him wondering what’s next… and of course Law hasn’t finished with you yet.

He violently turns you around, your face hits the metallic balusters of the stair. He pins you whole body against them, you can feel his rock hard bulge against your ass. “You know what I wanna do with you now, right?” he whispers. You whine, shaking your head, trying to express how much you don’t want this -even though, you do. You really do-.

“Shh, babe…” he says, while you hear his jeans’ zipper go down. The tip of his dick grazes your entrance as he moves it back and forth from behind. “Want this, huh?” he laughs, a wicked expression of total domination over you. You try to close your legs, leaving his shaft trapped in between your inner thighs. “Ah my little slut wants my dick so bad she doesn’t want me to get away, don’t you?” he tells you, and both of his hands press your hips together so your legs could keep closed. You can feel his precum wetting the flesh of your adductors as he jerks himself with them. His tip grazes your clit and entrance whenever he moves against your ass. You feel him panting, groaning. Law bites your shoulder, strongly, violently, leaving purple marks all over your skin.

But of course, your thighs are not enough, and Law needs more, so much more. And frankly, you too. You are burning in anticipation; your core wants him inside. Deep inside. He moves your hips backward, so your ass can get a little lifted. “I wanna hear you moan, but if you shout, I will hurt you, ok?” he says and brutally rips the tape off your mouth.

Your lips burn, but you don’t even care because you are now focused on your captain penetrating you rough, hard, vicious. He goes in and out, plunging deep into you. You swear your skin will get all bruised with the stairs against it. Law has no mercy; you haven’t seen your boyfriend so turned on before. After all the idea of a surprise rape play has been an awesome one…

“Baby, I’m…. I'm coming babe…” he pants. “Me… too…” you mumble.

Both of you come, first you and then him. Muzzled “I love yous” he says pressing his lips against your flesh. Law fills you up, so good and warm. He unties your wrists, grabbing you so you don’t fall. Your arms rest over his shoulders, both exhausted and drunk in desire. The surgeon kisses your wrists, all red and a little sore. “Does it hurt? I’m sorry I think I was too rough” he asks, feeling guilty. You look at him, with pure love and completely delighted by the awesome sex. “Don’t worry. I loved it…”.

“Let’s go to bed, I’ll tell Clione to take the guard from here” he says and with just a “Shambles” both of you get to your room to rest, hugging and happy to be able to fulfill any steamy fantasy you have ♥ ~

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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An MC Who Treats The Brothers Like a Kindergarten Teacher

Okay, so I know I still have requests. I will get back to them right after this, but I just saw a post that gave me this idea and I had had had to get it out!! Requests will be back after this! Thank you MRS. Green Apple (my favorite band ever) and their song Present for this fun little romp of mine. 🤭

Lucifer

He is so conflicted on this it makes him wish he drank more…

On the one hand, he HATES how patronizing they can be… but even he can't deny how much progress they’ve made in his brothers. Mammon especially.

They're all actually studying more, cleaning up after themselves, doing their chores, and being polite… it's… admittedly he having an existential crisis...

This is what he's been missing this whole time?? Sticker charts?! And come on, they're all on the Student Council for Hell's sake! How could the most powerful beings in the Devildom be won over so easily by the same tactics used on human schoolchildren!?! Have some dignity!!

For the first month he just watched them whip his brothers into shape in barely concealed horror. It was so surreal...

But at about the time the MC managed to get Mammon and Levi to stop fighting and apologize for being mean to each other, he threw in the towel. Whether he liked them or not, he conceded that the human was a blessing in disguise and left most of the discipline to them from then on.

He's never been more productive in his life and he can actually get a night or two of good sleep with no interruptions... He's taken the MC out to lunch on multiple occasions and is still trying to talk Diavolo into letting them make this a permanent arrangement. They may actually get his brothers to become well-behaved demons yet...!

Mammon

Okay so, don't get it twisted. He doesn't need their stickers, or their love, or their approval, or all that positive reinforcement or anything! He's just playing along with them okay?? Okay?!

He scoffed at the whole thing at first because, look, he's no child. He's a grown-ass demon! What were little stickers of Devildom currency supposed to do for him??

But when they told him a completed chart would earn him a shopping spree outta their pocket… Well now they were talking.

He just did it at first for the big prize, but every time he finished a task the MC would be sure to notice how hard he worked and tell him he did a good job or compliment him somehow and… well… he doesn't get that a lot...

After a while he kind of forgot about filling out the chart because he would be excited to run to them and tell them what good thing he did next. Turns out this boy was starving for any kind of approval. 😖

The first time he actually finished his chart they told him how proud they were and he almost cried... Almost. He ain't that soft, okay??

Though he does mess up still, he probably makes the most progress of the House, much to everyone's disbelief. He's also super protective of his stickers and HATES when they're taken away so none of y'all better drag him into your problems, ya hear??

Leviathan

He feels like this normie is weird even for human standards… Why do they keep offering him stickers…?

Well… They are Ruri-chan themed so he's not complaining that much.

He's not even sure where they got them from… He thought he had a pulse on every bit of merch that comes out for his favorite characters so they must had those custom ordered and that's dedication.

They told him that they'd get him a new game for every finished chart, which was nice but not necessary, he kind of just liked getting more little pictures of Ruri-chan like the collector he is. 😌

After a while, the MC started subtly theming his tasks more toward getting out of his room and being more productive... In baby steps, of course.

He'd be scared, but they were always there to praise him any time he tried. With a little bit of time, he actually started getting more confident! I mean, not a lot but hey. It's improvement.

The human even managed to get Mammon to pay him back a little bit of the money he’s owed! Well, it was literally just one night's paycheck from Hell's Kitchen but it was still more than he's seen in three centuries so he'll take it! He goes to them whenever he needs to butter up Mammon now... They’re an excellent go-between.

Satan

Ah… So the MC is well-versed in psychological manipulation… Well he refuses to fall for it.

They could offer him all the stickers they wanted, he’s going to just fall in line like his brothers! He didn't need any psychological training from them, even as the youngest he’s centuries older than they are!

But wait… are those stickers cat themed…? And is that one in a little cowboy hat??

… Touché human. He'll play nice once or twice but he doesn't need their cute stickers!

A part of him got a lot of joy out of watching Lucifer finally admit that this living nursery rhyme of a being was better at controlling his brothers than he was… Talk about a slice of humble pie, he even got it all on camera… 😏

But his brother wasn't wrong... The House has never been cleaner and everyone's grades were up, even his own. As odd as it was to say, bringing the human to the Devildom seemed to have produced a net positive all around. 🤷‍♀️

And after he discovered that the MC convinced Lucifer to let him volunteer at a human world animal shelter each time he completed a chart… Move over, Beel. He's going to finish the most charts in the House now. Just you wait.

Asmodeus

Oh honey, he knows a thing or two about punishment and reward systems. It's going to take some pretty nice prizes for him to play this game...

Which is why his stickers get followed up by kisses.

For each new sticker, he gets to pick a spot to kiss them or for them to kiss him (though they don't let him get too pervy with it)

Finish the dishes? Get a kiss on the hand. Two hour of studying? There's one for the cheek. And so on.

The others get jealous of his deal pretty quickly and start asking for kisses too but he'll throw a fit if he ever finds out. The human's kisses are HIS prize so everyone else will just have to live with it! 😠

Asmo, drama-hog that he is, is also the biggest snitch in the House. He loooves telling the MC about when his brothers mess up and should lose stickers, Mammon especially because it make him sooo pissed.

He's also in a betting war with Satan over how many days it’ll take Belphie to actually get up and do his chores for a change... The current wager is two weeks or more.

Beelzebub

Thought it was a little weird that the human seemed so obsessed with praising him and calling him a good boy but whatever.

(Little did he know they were subtly using him like a role model of everybody else but that's neither here nor there 🤷‍♀️)

He doesn't mind the sticker thing because he gets them so easily. The theme seems to be: be responsible, helpful, and not a jerk which he passes with flying colors so it’s really not a challenge for him.

It was only after they told him that they'd take him out to Hell's Kitchen with each completed chart that he really got serious about it...

If you think normal Beel is sweet, actually trying to be sweet Beel is practically an angel all over again. He even stopped stealing food from other people's plates when the MC told him he could lose stickers for it… (which means that Levi can start eating breakfast for a change, at least. 🤷‍♀️)

He's long since completed five charts and is well into his sixth. It doesn't matter what it is, if food is on the line then Beel will knock it out of the park every time. If Lucifer wasn't funding their sticker project, then he honestly would have bankrupted the MC a long time ago… 😅… 😟… 😥...

Belphegor

What the-? Did he leave his brothers for a few months and they all formed a cult or something?? Why is everyone suddenly so obsessed with stickers???

He doesn't understand the appeal at all... Do chores around the house and get a prize? What kind of game were they trying to play here?? No thanks. He'll pass.

Belphie proved pretty hard to motivate, even with prizes, so the MC had to try a different tactic…

If there's anything that can motivate Belphie, it's the promise of good sleep and cuddles. But if they made it too difficult to get and he'd just sleep by himself in pouty defiance...

So they told him that he needs to get at least two or three stickers every few days or they'll stop cuddling completely until he does.

He didn't think they were serious at first… but any time he'd try to get his arms around them, they'd sidestep or slip out of the way like they had a sixth sense or something! What kind of superhuman reflexes do you need to keep up with human anklebiters???

It took a week for him to finally relent and join the freaky sticker cult that makes up the rest of his family... He remains self-aware enough to always point out how fucking bizarre it all is... but hey. He's too lazy to do much about it, so who cares right? 🤷‍♀️

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pretend-writer · 3 years

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Teenagers (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)

Summary: Y/N tries to convince her siblings to sneak out of the mansion and go out to party with her for the night.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader

Title Reference: Teenagers x My Chemical Romance

Word Count: 1.5k words

Warning: swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol

Note: part 1 of 2

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My number one dream that I had was; to be a normal kid. Go to prom, go on dates, walking around the hallways and gossip with my friends by the lockers.

Unfortunately, none of that can happen in The Hargreeves household.

It was nothing but chores, training to control our powers, lessons about things that I have no interest in. I barely had time talk to my siblings, as Reginald, our father, would say, "talking is a waste of time."

Little did he know that I've mastered my powers long time ago. I probably have more powers that I haven't discovered yet but the one I knew I had, I made it my bitch.

I was The Multiplier, having the ability to clone or make copies of anything I touch. Reginald did say that I may have some hidden powers that I didn't know about but this was more than enough to keep me going.

Since I've gotten used to my powers all time time, I've been using it to my advantage. There were countless times I skipped training, making my own clone go in for me while I leave the mansion and make some friends.

Reginald never had caught me using my powers or even suspected my clones that it wasn't the real me. If I do get caught, the worst thing that can happen when I got in trouble was literally nothing. I can have my clone do all my dirty work.

Diego, Ben and I were hanging out in my room, an hour before lights out. Diego and Ben were plotting some prank on Allison after blowing up flour all over Luther last week.

'What if I told you guys we should all sneak out tonight?' I grinned widely at my brothers as they looked at me like I was crazy.

'I would say you lost your damn mind.' Diego shook his head. 'Dad would lose his shit.'

'But imagine if he does, that'll be fun to watch.' Ben chuckled.

Diego rolled his eyes, 'Well you two have fun getting your head torn by that man. I'm out.'

'Ugh, come on! We're young adults and we're stuck in this stupid mansion with our father. We should be having fun, living a little just like how all the young people do.'

Ben's face lit up, I bet he was imagining the same thing as I was. 'Y/N, that actually doesn't sound bad at all. I'm in!'

The both of us looked over at Diego, the typical puppy dog eyes we'd do to try to get what we want. Ben nudged on him, 'Please?'

'You know, I can just have Allison rumor you to come with us.' I smiled devilishly, clapping my hands in excitement.

'Wow, you're a horrible person.'

'Correction, I'm great. After you have an awesome time tonight you'll be glad I'm your sister.'

Ben pulled me and Diego to get out of bed, leading us to Allison's room where her, Klaus and Vanya were hanging out. 'Guess what we're doing tonight!?'

The three looked intrigued, watching us as we announce our plans for tonight. 'We're going out!'

'Oh my goodness, I was waiting for this day to come.' Allison jumped up, running into her huge closet as she picked her clothes for the night.

'I already have booze and drugs for pregame then!' Even when I told Klaus countless times to try to fix his drug problems, he had a hard time quitting. Another reason why we had to leave this place; Dad corrupted us one by one.

Ben mumbled, 'Ah. I'll pass on the drugs but pass me the alcohol.'

'Yes!' I screamed, but not loud enough for Reginald to hear. 'Let's get drunk guys!'

'Wait, wait, wait.' Vanya stood up in between all of us, Allison stopping and peeking from her closet. 'If dad finds that none of us are in our beds, we're screwed.'

This was where I came in to save the day, doing a small victory dance as the rest of the siblings stared at me. 'I can easily cover for you guys. No worries.'

'Are you really going to use your powers?' Diego's brows raised, I could feel that he was judging me hard.

'Yeah, I've done it a bunch-' I suddenly froze, realizing that I wasn't supposed to announce that.

Diego poked my shoulders, 'Go on. Finish your sentence.'

'No, lets just get ready to go out.'

'Ah, no Y/N. Come on, what were you going to say?' Allison walked quickly over to me. 'You've what?'

'Okay fine. I've used it a bunch of times okay. To sneak out at night, during training, when I wan-'

'Training!?' Everyone said in unison. I was more surprised that they didn't try to take advantage themselves.

Klaus smirked, 'If I had your powers I'd do the same thing. Can you hook me up next time? I need a break.'

Vanya hit him lightly, 'Klaus! We shouldn't be skipping training. It's important to learn how to use our powers.'

'Nah, fuck that. Help me out too.' Ben joined in, 'I'm tired of this man and his stupid rules.'

'You guys are a bunch of cheaters.' Allison signed.

'Who's a cheater?' Five who walked by Allison's room asked. 'Shouldn't you guys be in bed now? Lights out in forty-five minutes.'

'Y/N's been using her powers to get out of training.' Diego replied, 'What are you doing roaming around the mansion?'

'Doing stuff.' Five crossed his arms then turns to me as he proceeded to ask me a question. 'Are you really cheating?!'

I rolled my eyes, 'It's not cheating. I'm using my powers, just like how dad wants me to. I think he'd be impressed that I've been deceiving him.'

'So what stuff were you doing?' Klaus asked Five.

Allison jumped in, 'Five. We're going out if you want to come.'

'Wait, before we go. Where are we even going?' Ben scratches his head.

'Are we going to ignore the fact that Five is doing shady shit around the mansion?' Klaus asked again, no one was bothered to care about what Five was doing honestly. He was a weird boy.

'I have people I talk to. They're going to hook us up with some wrist bands to get into clubs for free.'

Diego made a face, at this point I feel as though my siblings are suspecious of me. 'How do you have friends outside of here?'

'Like I said, I'd sneak out at night time to time.'

'Oh, she's a hoe.' Klaus laughed.

Glaring at Klaus, I shook my head. I couldn't wait to see the rest of my siblings drunk so I could make fun of them. 'You keep talking Klaus, we will see what happens.'

'Wow, I'm scared.' Klaus said sarcastically.

'So are you coming with us Five?' Allison questioned him.

'Of course. I don't trust you guys for one bit to come back in one piece. Can't deal with dad wondering where everyone's at and getting blamed for no reason.'

Ben looked around and widened his eyes. 'Guys, we're forgetting something.'

Vanya cocked her head, confused. 'What?'

'Uhm, are we going to ask Luther to come?' Ben continued.

Diego exhaled, groaning as he heard Luther's name. 'Oh. I'm not going if he's going.'

'Dude, shut up. We're taking him with us.' I told him.

'You think he'll snitch on us?' Allison was curious.

'I doubt it, he's such an innocent boy.' Klaus said, 'We need to take him. I want to see him drunk.'

Ben added, 'Besides you can kiss him and bribe him not to tell dad.'

Allison rolled her eyes, annoyed at her brothers. 'Whatever. So let's go before we get caught.'

The rest of the siblings went to get ready for tonight while me, Vanya and Five went to Luther's room.

Five, being the respectful sibling he was, used his powers to go through Luther's room. I heard Luther's scream followed by his cackling, him opening the door for us.

'Why would you barge into my room!? I could've bee-'

Vanya looked at him, 'You could've been what?'

Luther's face turned red, 'So what are you guys doing in my room? It's almost lights out and dad i-'

'Whatever whatever.' I cut him off, 'We're going out tonight. And when I say we, I mean every single one of us. Don't worry about getting caught. I got you covered.'

'I'm not getting it.' Luther sat up on his bed, scratching his head.

'We're going to go dancing, drinking, having fun just like how reckless teenagers do it.' I smiled, 'Actually I don't know how normal teenagers are but I assume so.'

Five grabbed on his arm, trying to pull Luther out of bed. 'And I'm babysitting you kids so let's go before dad catches us and we really can't leave the mansion.'

'You so want to be there with us but pretending you don't.' Vanya smirked, helping Five get Luther out of bed. It did seem like Five was using "watching over us" as an excuse to hide his feelings toward going out tonight.

'You guys are not special, I don't want to hang with you guys.'

'That's why you're yanking me out of bed right?' Luther eventually got out of bed. 'Okay, I'm getting ready. Y/N, if tonight sucks I'm going to make your life miserable for the rest of your life.'

'Wow, you guys don't give me credit at all. Believe me, it's going to be the best night ever.'

#tua oneshot #the umbrella academy one shot #Hargreeves fic #tua fic #the umbrella academy fic #Luther Hargreeves x reader #Diego Hargreeves x reader #Allison Hargreeves x reader #Klaus Hargreeves x reader #five Hargreeves x reader #Ben Hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #Hargreeves sister!reader #Hargreeves x sibling!reader

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vikingqueer · 3 years

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music recommendations because i have some thoughts™

i don't wanna be that person who's like "my music taste is so weird lol" but i find that very often most of my friends don't really care for the music i like so i thought i'd just make a long ass post about it on tumblr instead. Fair warning, I'm very passionate about MIKA and The Mechanisms and so this very quickly got VERY long because it is part of my ongoing campaign to convince people to listen to mika and the mechs.

1) MIKA in general, but especially My Name Is Michael Holbrook (2019) and No Place In Heaven (2015) (especially the Deluxe version!!)

MIKA is a kind of British singer (half Lebanese, grew up in France blabla), and you probably know him for Grace Kelly and Relax, Take It Easy from his first album Life In Cartoon Motion from 2007. He writes a lot of FUN music, interspersed with the occasional slightly sadder song, especially when looking at an album like No Place In Heaven, which contains a lot of songs with gay themes, resulting in some songs that are just a little bit ouch. He's originally classically trained and has a frankly RIDICULOUS range and idk he just writes very good pop music. Also I have so much respect for that time he talked about how a lot of pop is very fake, with like expensive cars and stilettos and mini skirts in the snow and said "Because I walk down the street, and I don't see any of that. I see fat women and gay men. I don't know... That's real". He's written 5 albums; My Name Is Michael Holbrook (2019), No Place In Heaven (2015), The Origin Of Love (2012), The Boy Who Knew Too Much (2009), and Life In Cartoon Motion (2007).

For starters, I recommend listening to Last Party, Origin Of Love, Grace Kelly, Blame It On The Girls, Blue, Happy Ending, Pick Up Off The Floor, Last Party, Underwater, Tomorrow and Tiny Love (yes this is a long list but i REALLY love MIKA). If you want a slightly broader palette that's not just my favourites, I recommend the Mika starter pack on spotify.

2) The Mechanisms. I warn you. I am making this a thing. I have been obsessed with the mechs since last march.

Boy, where to start? The Mechanisms were a British 9 member space pirate story-telling cabaret that "died" in January 2020. They rewrite songs to fit retellings of various stories. I don't even know what genre I'd describe them as, but probably folk but steam-punk?? Their 4 "main" albums are concept albums, and I honestly just recommend listening to the from beginning to end in chronological order. A good way to get into the mechs is also to listen to UDAD and then watching the live show on youtube or alternately try giving Death To The Mechanisms a listen, to get good quality live show audio of TBI and various other stuff. Also, it was streamed on YouTube and someone combined the footage with the album audio and it rocks. Really, I think the mechs' best selling points are honestly just their concept albums:

Once Upon a Time (In Space) Their first album from 2012. I'd say this is the most "easily digestible" for the general public, since it's a retelling of various fairytales. So, what if Old King Cole was in fact not merry, but rather a cold-blooded dictator, intent on colonising as much of the galaxy as possible. What if Snow White was a general, looking to avenge what King Cole did to her sister, Rose. What if Cinderella was to be wedded to Rose the day that King Cole attacked in order to kidnap Rose? But y'know, In Space and also like every other mechs album it's a beautiful tragedy. Fave songs are Old King Cole, Pump Shanty, and No Happy Ending.

Ulysses Dies at Dawn You guessed it, it's a story about Odysseus, or Ulysses because I guess Ulysses is easier to rhyme or fit in the meter or something, idk. Ulysses is a war hero of unknown gender who is said to keep something that could take down the corrupt Olympians, meanest families in the City, in a vault to which only they know the passcode. Oedipus, Heracles, Orpheus, and Ariadne have been hired by Hades, who happens to be The Mechs' quartermaster Ashes O'Reilly, to get into Ulysses' vault. I didn't care much for udad at first, but honestly it's got some real bangers and the story is really good. UDAD weirdly stands out as the only of the concept albums to not feature any gay relationships, per se. Fave songs are Riddle of the Sphinx, Favoured Son, and Underworld Blues.

High Noon over Camelot This is my favourite mehcs album. So basically, this is Arthurian legend, but it's a space western and Jonny D'Ville does a bad southern accent. This is the story of the cowboy lovers Arther, Lancelot, and Guinevere searching for the Galfridian Restricted Acces Interface Login, or GRAIL, in order to stop their world from falling into the sun. Meanwhile, Mordred and Gawaine are ruling Camelot, and Mordred has convinced Gawaine to try to establish peace with the Saxons by whom Mordred was raised, but Gawaine hates viciously. If you love getting your heart broken and songs by a fucking off the rails batshit preacher I HIGHLY recommend hnoc. Fave songs are Gunfight at the Dolorous Guard, Blood and Whiskey, and Once and Future King. Honorary mention for Hellfire because it awakens something animalistic in me.

The Bifrost Incident TBI is the frankly only good adaptation of norse mythology I've ever known of, and I say that as Dane who was literally forced to learn things about norse mythology in school because it's my heritage or whatever. I've been listening to TBI a lot lately because it's VERY good. It's definitely the most refined of the mechs' albums (because it's the newest) but also I just love a little bit of cosmic horror. 80 years ago, Odin, the All-Mother, ruler of Asgaard, launched a train through the wormhole Bifrost that would reduce the travel between Asgaard and Midgaard from 3 months to 3 days, but things didn't go quite as planned. Lyfrassir Edda of the New Midgaard Transport Police is trying to solve the case of why suddenly the train has arrived 80 years late; to figure out whether it was accident or maybe it was sabotaged by Loki, who was allegedly sentence to death her murder of Baldur, by the Midgaardian resistance led by Loki's wife Sigyn, or maybe by Thor, who was to take over after Odin, and who holds quite the grudge because he used to be a friend of Loki's. You might've heard the song Thor from this album, it's apparently quite popular. Fave songs are Loki, Ragnarok III: Strange Meeting, and Ragnarok V: End of The Line. Yet again an honorary mention: Red Signal because while Lovecraft was a bitch, his invocations are fucking RAW.

Basically, the Mechanisms do all of their performances in character as captain first mate Jonny D'Ville, quartermaster Ashes O'Reilly, pilot DrumBot Brian, master-at-arms Gunpowder Tim, science officer Raphaella la Cognizi, doctor Baron Marius Von Raum (neither a baron, nor a doctor), archivist Ivy Alexandria, engineer Nastya Rasputina, and The Toy Soldier, who is, as usual, present. You can find very obscure lore about the crew of the Aurora here, tidbits on Tales To Be Told and TTBT Vol. 2, such as One Eyed Jacks, The Ignominious Demise of Dr. Pilchard, Gunpowder Tim vs. The Moon Kaiser, Lucky Sevens, and Lost in the Cosmos.

If you feel like listening to a full 40-50 minute album to find out if you like a band is a bit much, I recommend listening to one of the mini stories Alice, Swan Song, or Frankenstein, which are about 12, 5 and 9:30 minutes respectively.

3) The Amazing Devil You know that guy who played Jaskier in the Witcher? I got into The Amazing Devil from spotify recommending them because I listened to the mechs, and apparently Joey Batey from The Amazing Devil is the same Joey Batey who was in the Witcher. Both him and Madeleine Hyland are VERY talented singers and songwriters and their second album The Horror and the Wild makes me go out into the forest and SCREAM. I listened to it on repeat for like a month straight. I guess they'd also be considered folk, but like. New Folk. Also yes, this is another British artist, I don't know why I'm like this. I've never really gotten that into their first album, Love Run, but King slaps. As I understand there's this whole lore about the Blue Furious Boy and Scarlet Scarlet, Joey and Madeleine respectively, but unlike the Mechanisms it's actually possible to find out things about the actual real people and harder to find the obscure lore? I'm open for people to please help me. Fave songs are The Horror and the Wild, Farewell Wanderlust, and That Unwanted Animal, which is literally a third of their second album, but again. I haven't really listened to Love Run that much, and I just LOVE the harmonies on THATW. (also im gay and dramatic leave me alone)

4) dodie I have so much love for this woman. Like many others, I first knew dodie as doddleoddle on youtube. I think I first stumbled across her in probably 2015, because I distinctly already knew her before she released her first EP Sick of Losing Soulmates in 2016. I think I watched probably every video she's ever made in the span of a few weeks. I just loved her quiet sound and was absolutely HOOKED. Also she's actually the reason I got into MIKA originally, so thanks for that. Dodie just realeased her first album Build A Problem (in addition to her three EP's; the one mentioned above, You, and Human) and it slaps. Yes dodie is also British Fave songs are probably Monster, Rainbow, and In The Middle.

5) Cladia Boleyn Unfortunately, Claudia Boleyn only has three singles and that's it. She's been making content on youtube for quite a while, and that's how I first discovered her. I don't know what genre her music is, but I like it. The songs are Celesta, George, and Mother Maiden Crone, of which the latter is my favourite. I'm not saying Claudia Boleyn invented women in 2017 when she released Mother Maiden Crone, but she did. Also you guessed it, Claudia Boleyn is British.

6) Hozier I'm not about to tell you about Hozier. You know who he is. Listen to Nina Cried Power, Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene, and Shrike. Also Hozier isn't stricly British in that he is definitely from A British Isle, but Ireland is not part of the UK. Give me a break.

7) Oh Land Oh Land IS DANISH. I like her early music best, because I'm not that into the electronic sound. I guess Oh Land is just you regular old pop, but with the occasional weird vibe? Oddly enough, I like her first album Fauna best. Unfortunately I haven't really listened to her newest album Family Tree much, but it seems good? Fave songs are Frostbite, Love You Better and Family Tree. I cried on the bus, first time I listened to the Danish version of Love You Better, Elsker Dig Mer because my mother tongue always just hits harder. Also Frostbite is Oh Land doing a duet with herself which is pretty cool.

8) Oysterband This is a live recommendation. I mean they're a decent folk band and all, but they're a fucking experience live. If you like folk and you ever get the opportunity to see Oysterband live, do it. Unfortunately, yes. They are British. Either way, they are incredible on a scene and I think they deserve a mention for that.

9) Ben Platt Honestly don't know much about this guy, but he's not British and he was in Dear Evan Hansen. He released an album in 2019, Sing To Me Instead, and I just think it's a good album, there isn't really not much more to it. Fave songs are Grow As We Go, Bad Habit, and In Case You Don't Live Forever.

and thats all for now. this has been a ramble. shout out to you if you actually read all of this, especially the mechs part.

#music stuff #amalie.txt #music recommendations #mika #the mechanisms #the amazing devil #dodie #claudia boleyn #hozier #oh land #oysterband #ben platt

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beautifulterriblequeen · 4 years

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Trust No One: Aaravos as Plague

This is a messy and convoluted and branching set of headcanons and theories so I’m going to keep it to bullet points as much as possible. But if you ever want to know more about something on here, just ask! My thanks to @kotikala for brainstorming with me for a few hours one night last week (and for making the gif below). It was a whole ride, and we had crazy amounts of fun.

It all started when I got to looking, yet again, at these two pix:

1000 years ago, the Sunfire and Moonshadow rulers held their own staffs

but 300 years ago, they had diversified into warrior and wizard

in the first pic, Aaravos’s eyes are glowing

in the second, the two staffbearer elves’ eyes are glowing

glowing eyes means using big magic

Aaravos’s eyes glowed when he was controlling Viren

so what’s he up to in the pic? Controlling someone else?

is that even Aaravos or do we just see his spooky astral form while he’s actually possessing some other poor elf there, like he did with the Sunfire mage at the Sunforge?

Theory: Aaravos hacks people with his magic. He’s is a hacker, and he can spread his influence from person to person this way, like a plague.

It’s what he did with the elves after Xadia was split.

It’s what he’s doing with Viren.

He’s going to keep using the same tricks.

It’s what Viren was trying to copy with a dark magic workaround.

And it’s what Aaravos is doing to others in the show already.

It’s what he did with the elves after Xadia was split

The most terrifying thing about Aaravos isn’t his powers. It’s that you never know who Aaravos is, so you don’t even know when his powers are being used. Who can you trust, when more than one person around you might be Aaravos, or Aaravos-manipulated?

Basically: TRUST NO ONE (ghhhh I love shows like this so much)

Aaravos sent a caterpillar to Viren because a worm is a type of virus

Dark Callum was an attempt to hack Callum’s mind while he was sick, and he was only saved because of Harrow’s influence on him

the plan to split Xadia interfered with Aaravos’s own plans, so he set about foiling the elves by hacking them and puppeting and/or impersonating them, and then making important decisions of state in disguise, by manipulation, and by creating an environment of isolation and mistrust

at some point, the elves finally realized what Aaravos was doing and had to band together to stop him

enter the Sunfires and the Moonshadows, defenders of the border and the peace, such as it was

the book pages involving Aaravos all show Sun, Moon, and Stars on them, but no other identifiable primal symbols

so what did they discover? Aaravos can turn into other people, using their primal magic, in perfect copies of them. The elves had no way to tell which among them were the OG elves and which were Aaravos

It’s what he’s doing with Viren

the pod that’s growing at the end of S3/in TTM has a black-eyed Viren inside it--eyes black like Aaravos. Yet the Viren we saw Claudia resurrect has normal skin. Maybe Aaravos stole Viren’s magic--and his gray skin with it--and plans to impersonate him, while Claudia resurrected Viren’s corpse using enough vitality to restore him to his original appearance after Aaravos pulled his magic out. Each of them only intended for there to be one Viren, but now there are two, because Claudia took a shortcut

the pod is the final step in copying a person, but it starts with the blood ritual, and the caterpillar needs primal magic to grow (see: Viren getting irradiated by the Sun staff and spitting out a much larger caterpillar than he swallowed)

that means it would be a lot easier to grow elves than humans, because they already have primal magic in them, and they’re in Xadia which is also full of primal magic. Aaravos had to lure Viren to Xadia to get the caterpillar to grow

not knowing who to trust among the ruling elven leaders changed things up

the elves split their rule, from having a single ruler who also wielded the primal stone staff to having two. 700 years after Xadia was divided, the Moonshadows are led by a mage and an assassin, and the Sunfires have a queen and a mage. That way, if one of them gets podded or possessed by Aaravos, they can’t make unilateral decisions and use their power or magic to create chaos

but not everyone Aaravos manipulates has to be a ruler. If he can whisper in a baker’s ear, or a servant’s, or a certain soldier at just the right time, that person can do the influencing on rulership for him. There are always myriad targets for Aaravos to choose from. How can the elves possibly protect their people?

cue the Sunfires and Moonshadows again, as basically the Order of the Phoenix--oh hey, Phoe-Phoe!

we saw what Queen Khessa did with the Sunforge, using it to attempt Viren’s murder. She’s probably killed other humans this way over the years. We see the device as cruel and the practice as racist.

but once upon a time (and this is what gives this theory some actual weight for me) the Sunforge could have been a tool of detection in a world of lies and deceit

the Sun arcanum is about revealing truth, just like Viren’s true face was revealed

300+ years ago, Queen Aditi used the Sunforge to test her fellow elves for truth or Aaravos-level deception. Any false pod elven pretenders who were placed in its scorching beam would be destroyed, while true elves who had not touched dark magic would not be harmed

the Sunforge was one of the only ways the elves could truly trust each other: they all had to submit to the bodyscan, just like in Among Us.

maybe the Moonshadow elves had to turn a bit KGB in this part of the story, using their stealth to sneak in and drag people out of bed in the night to take them to the Sunforge by dawn so they could be tested by Aditi

possibly Moonshadows were sent on pod hunts back in the day, to take out creepy pod people who weren’t finished growing--or who had become nothing but batteries for Aaravos’s schemes--a dark mercy either way, but very Moonshadow

but if the Sunforge was a detection device, the Wonderwall was a prevention device. A firewall, run on Moon power

Nyx said that the Wonderwall keeps out soulfangs and husks. Each of those is an unnatural creation: either too much soul or too little. Either way, the Wonderwall seems to let living things pass only if they have one soul and one body (that match, if it can detect that)

Aaravos couldn’t step in there inside another elf without getting burnt out of them

the oasis isn’t just a safe haven from the desert, it’s a safe haven from uncertainty and mistrust, the one place Moonshadows know they can trust someone to be who they seem, possibly used as a meeting spot to plan Aaravos’s capture, and maybe even execute it

Aaravos had to take Aditi out somehow - she ran the Sunforge and it was ruining his plans. The way he destroyed Khessa looked like he was burning her Sun magic out of her, and that’s super karmic not only because she was trying to kill Viren that way, but if that’s how Aditi ran the Sunforge the last time he knew her

He’s going to keep using the same tricks

the first place that Aaravos took Viren in Xadia was back to the Sunforge, to disable it. Now the Viren body he’s growing in his pod cannot be detected in the usual way, and he can go about doing whatever he wants. Except that Claudia totally resurrected OG Viren, so... Claudia actually becoming a problem for Aaravos? Hmm.

The next step should be the oasis then, since it’s specifically meant to keep out Aaravos’s puppets (a term used in the art book, and possibly meant literally as well as figuratively). He should be looking for a way to bring it down, which means more Moonshadows and Nyx

since we haven’t seen pod Viren hatch yet, I’m not sure whether Aaravos needs the original alive as a tether for his copy, or if he discards them like he did the Sun mage. Maybe he did want Claudia to resurrect Viren after all because he needs his life force to power pod VIren. Or maybe he was genuinely done with Viren because he had all the power he needed (ahaha Viren quote) to grow his own Viren, and it can live on its own now

It’s what Viren was trying to copy with a dark magic workaround

remember when the creators said in an interview about Harrow that yes, he’s dead, but that we would see him again?

maybe Viren was trying his darnedest to make that happen in S1

yes I’m back on my Dadbird bullshit okay, it’s a really fun theory, bless whoever came up with that one

here’s the new hot take: Viren did swap Pip and Harrow’s souls via the soulfang, and once he had Runaan imprisoned, he did indeed plan for the elf to “walk out of here” once he cooperated...as Harrow

in the novelization of S1, Viren used a black candle to aid in transferring Runaan into the coin, whereas the red candles are used for making smoky creatures come to life

in the show, there was a black candle in the dungeon cell on the table

That bowl of ash could be Harrow’s ashes, his DNA basically, Viren never throws anything away, too pragmatic

the second that Runaan gave up the goods on the mirror’s secrets, Viren would’ve “repaid his wise counsel” in a different way than he did for Lain and Tiadrin: by using Harrow’s ashes and the black soul-transfer candle to scoop Runaan’s soul out of his body, morph it into Harrow’s form using his DNA imprint from the ash, and then fetch Pip from the cage to put Harrow’s soul back in a body that looked exactly like his old one. Runaan’s body would’ve walked out of that cell, but it wouldn’t have looked like him anymore, and he wouldn’t have been inside it

looking at that mirror and knowing he was being watched by an elf who’d crawled inside other people and ridden them around Xadia must’ve been so freaking creepy, especially to a Moonshadow, no wonder Runaan got skeeved and called it worse than death--and he barely avoided the same fate himself, even if neither he nor Viren knew the connection

And this whole plan of hopping bodies and souls? It’s the dark magic version of what Aaravos does with his pod people, just like the coining spell is a dark magic version of how Aaravos is trapped

It’s what Aaravos is doing to others in the show already

once you realize that a character has the ability to flawlessly imitate other characters, all bets are off on who’s who

that goes for anyone else Aaravos might already be talking to in caterpillar form or possessing astrally, since he probably can’t make pods of people in Katolis due to a lack of primal magic

I started wondering if there was another poor person Aaravos was already puppeting in the background, and I found one: Saleer

in S2E1, Councilman Saleer advocates against retaliation in a council meeting and Viren isn’t pleased

what do you do with those who defy you to your face? You persuade them to join your side

in S3E1, Ezran’s banther just up and growls at Saleer, as if it can sense that something’s off about him, hmmm animal instincts

Saleer is the last to bend the knee to King Ezran

later in the same episode, Saleer reacts differently than everyone else to some surprising news, seeming to murmur about it toward his own right ear

at some point I think Wormavos bit Saleer, and he’s been puppeted by Aaravos ever since, just like the Sun mage was--except that Aaravos is keeping Saleer alive because he’s not done with him yet. This is extra scary because it means Aaravos could be controlling Viren, Saleer, and the Sun mage all at the same time, or be able to switch at will amongst them, a la Horde Prime or Ultron

Saleer orchestrates Viren’s release from the moment he hears that Rayla and Callum are taking the egg back to the Dragon Queen, but our eyes are usually on Viren so we don’t really notice that he initiates everything including working the crowd

basically every time other people are shocked, Saleer isn’t

when Viren does the Hearts of Cinder spell, Saleer moves to stand on his right to avoid getting bespelled

then back to back shots show that Aaravos replaces Saleer on Viren’s right. Even though Aaravos has 4 inches on Viren in height, he’s shown shorter than Viren

since the HoC spell takes place after the Sun mage’s possession and death, it seems Aaravos’s sudden appearance is a direct hint that Aaravos is currently possessing Saleer’s body like he did the Sun mage, and by inference has been for some time, what with all the calm collectedness and the smirking he’s been doing most of the season

Saleer survives the final battle unscathed and is arrested without anyone knowing of his connection to Aaravos or his extra connection to Viren. This raises the question: what will Saleer’s fate be in S4 and onward? Will he die mysteriously, abandoned now that he’s of no use? Will Aaravos keep using him to cause chaos in Katolis? Will anyone figure out that he is/was a puppet?

I sure hope Jonathan Holmes is having fun voicing his complicated messy evil guy with Jason Simpson! The boys deserve to have fun at work.

the fandom is contractually owed one (1) conversation between Barius and Runaan as balance now, I don’t make the rules

So, to sum up

Wormavos functions just like a worm virus, establishing itself in a host and then seeking out additional systems to infect via bite, and everyone that gets bitten becomes an at-will vessel for Aaravos to use, expanding his system exponentially

it’s impossible to tell who is under his control without extraordinarily powerful primal magic tests, which he’s disabling

he’s already spreading and no one knows he’s even there yet. Saleer might not be the only character Aaravos is operating, and we might not know who he gets a hold of in the future until it’s too late

in short, trust no one, and fix the Sunforge asap.

#tdp meta #tdp theory #aaravos is ultron #or maybe horde prime #aaravos #viren #saleer #tdp #tdp headcanons #through the moon spoilers #through the moon #book one: moon #runaan #harrow #primal magic #dark magic #hackervos #worm virus is literal #xadia

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Red, Dead, Reflections Ch. 1

A/N: Alright so... I started writing this fic over a year ago, and was posting it as I wrote it. I fell out of it for a few reasons but I’ve missed it. So I decided to start writing it again. The original versions of the first 5 chapters already exist on my blog but I want to repost them and do some editing. This way I can make the series more polished. I also want to try and do a once a week maybe schedule to give me some time in between writing chapters and so I can take some feedback into consideration.I hope some of the people who originally wanted to keep up with my series see this and I want to apologize for falling back on this. I feel really bad about it. I’ll try harder to commit to this. Thank you so much for being interested in my work. If anyone would like to be tagged just let me know, I don’t wanna assume the people who did before want to now.

Summary: At the age of 23, you and your pseudo-family perform a heist gone wrong, leading you into a dangerous and seemingly impossible position. Discover your own history, the story of those around you, and gain new relationships along the way in this (sorta) choose your own adventure.

Warnings: Explicit language, blood, death, violence

Word count: 5,988

From Out West

“This is a little too ballsy for my liking, Austin.” You warned as you carefully adjusted the colored contact lenses in your eyes.

“Since when did you turn into a little pussy-willow?” He smirked at you while he turned a corner.

“This is a bank, not a home robbery, so forgive me if I’m a tad nervous about this! We’re robbing a god damn bank in the 21st century, in a busy city that we aren’t necessarily familiar with!”

“Maybe you aren’t familiar, you know I’m a regular ol’LA boy.” You turned your head to look at the two in the backseat.

“Miguel, you can’t seriously be okay with this.” You questioned but were confident in it enough to make it a statement. He shrugged his shoulders, making that confidence literally evaporate.

“We gotta trust Austin, as crazy as this plan is. We haven’t gotten caught yet.” You crossed you arms and made sure your wig was pinned right.

“Doesn’t mean we won’t be startin’ now.” You grumbled.

“Come on, sissy! This plan is fool-proof! They’ll never even know it was us!” Eli chirped.

“Oh yeah, except for the fact that this is a fucking bank and the FBI CAN get on our asses for this!” You swore it was exhausting being the only realistic one sometimes. “On top of that, there’s only 5 of us! We’re insane!”

“6.” Austin corrected.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Your girlfriend won’t be in the damn room with us.”

“She’s the ace up our sleeves, it would be silly for her to be in there with us.” The car smelled like old cigarettes, it made you sick. The band around your chest dug into your ribs. You opted to stay silent and relent for the time being, instead focusing on your disguise. The wig was carefully pinned to your real hair, it was short enough to be confused for a men’s haircut but had enough length to not require any glue. Dark brown hair, abnormally vibrant green eyes. And with the mask covering your face, that would be their only descriptions they could give to the police. Flat chest, boyish haircut, baggy black hoodie, just your average deviant. The destination was in view.

“Alright,” Austin started. “everyone knows the plan, yeah? Gina is inside, she’ll send us the signal. We go in quick and make our presence known. I go behind the counter to make sure the tellers ain’t up to no funny shit. Miguel, you round up the lovely citizens into a corner, hit Gina a little to make it convincing. Eli, you take care of the money. And Y/N, I need you to stay in character, be loud and intimidating, keep the tellers in check when I’m helpin’ Eli, and the civils with Miguel, got it?” You all nodded. He looked back at Miguel. “You got the fake bomb ready?”

“Yes’ir.”

“I’ll pass the big boss to you once I pick him out. Zoe is waiting for us in the alleyway between the bank and the office building. We get in, make some noise, scare them shitless, get the money, and go.” He parked up front of the white walls, you saw a mother walk through the glass doors with her toddler in a stroller. You immediately felt bad.

“You promise this is the last job, right?” You looked at him seriously. “At least the last of something this big, I don’t think I could handle with again.”

“Of course! This is just to get us enough money to get us all out. The economy is garbage, think of it as taking what should already be ours.” You heard the crackle of the walkie on Austin’s lap. He threw it into his bag. “That’s the signal, masks on everyone.” Austin’s was a fox, long, fake salt and pepper hair rolled form under his hood. Eli’s was a raccoon, convincing copper bangs swooped between the ears. Miguel had an owl; disturbing blue eyes pierced your being. You strapped on your black dove and joined with group as they exited the stolen vehicle. You kept both your hands in the front pocket of your hoodie, trying to be discrete about the two handguns inside. Only one was loaded with real bullets, that was the backup, You preferred to use the blanks. Unable to trace, and when used properly, won’t hurt anyone. Austin and Eli took the leads.

The doors were kicked in.

“EVERYONE GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND RIGHT NOW! HANDS UP, ALL YOU! THIS IS A ROBBERY!” He screamed, pointing his gun at a man behind the counter about 3 yards away. Miguel was quick to shout at the people in line to get into the corner of the room. Gina pretended to try and defy, he slaps her, needless to say it’s convincing.

“Dove, handle the worms.” You traded spots as Austin grabbed one of the men behind the counter. Your eyes locked with the poor woman, she was covering the stroller with her torso. You pointed your blank gun at some random person.

“Stay on the ground or I’ll fucking shoot, ya hear me?” You lowered your voice, made it coarser, time to be a ‘man’. They nodded hysterically. The woman was crying. You could hear Eli screaming his demands in a fake accent. “Everyone hand over your phones. If any of you give me a reason to even SUSPECT you’re up to anything, I will shoot.” Everyone put their phones on the ground and slid them over toward you. You turned your attention to the back. “What’s the hold up, owl?”

“I’m handling it.” He strapped the fake bomb to the teller’s chest, making him kneel down in the middle of the bank. “Listen up, everyone! This man has a bomb attached to his body. We have someone hacked into the security cameras. If you don’t follow our instructions to the T, they will blow a hole in this lot.” He paused to let the cries and gasps die out. “Now, for those said instructions, listen close. We will exit the building soon, you will stay down for 5 minutes.” He pointed at a clock on the wall. “Do not touch anything or move a muscle. When 5 minutes have passed, the big guy here-“ He patted the man’s shoulders and dropped a key wrapped in tissue in his lap. “will take a little drive off the premises. He will keep going until he reaches the designated location written on that tissue. If any of you contact the police before the end of the day, he will die, along with any other drivers in his vicinity. So, unless you want a substantial amount of blood on your hands, I’d suggest you keep quiet until midnight. As for the rest of you, you have permission to leave the building once that 5 minutes are up. But I would suggest keeping a low profile, for your safety and others’.” There was a loud crack.

“I got it!” The phony Australian accent rang. Austin led the rest of the bank tellers to you, making them sit in the flood of civils.

“Staying alert, Dove?”

“Don’t patronize me, stupid Fox.” This whole situation pissed you off. The baby was crying, mom was too, trying to hush the whines.

“Fire a shot, Dove!” What? “Don’t let their insubordination stand.” He demanded. This was a fear tactic. He was trying to teach a lesson to the others.

“I’m not firing a warning shot over a fucking baby, you psycho!” Your blood was boiling, this was overkill, he was way out of line with this. Of course, he wasn’t telling you to shoot the baby or the mother, but you weren’t going to cause more grief where it didn’t need to be.

“Take the shot!”

“Fuck you!”

“Why are you going against me?” Was he seriously doing this now? You felt like your head was going to explode. She was the only person with a child present. You put both of your pieces back in your hoodie and knelt next to her. She flinched as you approached, but that was to be expected.

“Ma’am, I’m making an exception for you because you have a child with you, and that prick is really getting on my last nerve. You’re allowed to exit the building now, but the other rules still apply. People will die if you talk, maybe not you, but other people who have children like you do, most certainly. Take your kid and get out, don’t do anything out of the ordinary, and get out.” Her red eyes shook you to your core, familiarity. She nodded in both fear and appreciation.

“Than-than-thank y-“ She was choking on her own misfortune, you decided to spare her.

“Yeah, yeah, just get out.” She got up and collected herself, checking around the room as she walked out of the building. You could only see his eyes, but you could tell Austin was reaching his limit fast. An older gentleman stared at you.

“At least one of you has a heart.” You were glad Austin was too focused on being pissed to hear that. You got up, kicking the phones toward the door as you walked. Austin grabbed you arm.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kill her for that.” By letting that woman go, you showed weakness. It was a hint at your identities, but you didn’t care.

“And you’re lucky I’m not shooting you for saying that. I’m not a killer like you, Fox.” Your voice was laced with venom. Eli had interrupted your dispute.

“Alright lovebirds, time to play nice, we’ve got precious cargo.” He gave both of you a duffle bag, they were pretty hefty. Austin took a deep breath, putting on his best showman voice.

“Alright folks! That right there is our cue to hit the road. Remember, 5 minutes on the clock. No one likes a-“ The doors were filled with red and blue, sirens. The police were here. “Shit!” Shit was right. “How the hell are they here?” Austin screamed. He gave you a shove. “It’s probably because of that god damn woman!”

“There’s no way she would’ve had enough time for that.”

“And no one had a phone out, I was watching the whole time.” Miguel chimed.

“We have bigger fish to fry right now! We gotta go.” You all dashed over to the back door, all you had to do was move towards the alley, if you could just get to the dump van, everything would be fine. Drive up to get the real car, leave that one with no prints or hair, and you’d be home free. The 4 of you booked it out the door. But the van was no where to be seen, instead, there were about 3 cops on either side which was 6 in total, trapping you in.

“They must’ve got Zoe!” Yeah, no shit.

“Put your hands up!” You all raised your arms, except of course for Austin. You kicked his calf. He didn’t budge. “I said put your god damn hands up!”

“In case you didn’t notice, pal, there’s a bomb in that building. If you don’t let us pass, I’ll blow that building out of existence, along with the man attached to it.” He pointed his gun to one of the cops to your left. “So, I suggest you let us through, or else you’re gonna piss me off more than I already am.”

“We know the bomb is fake, drop to your knees or we will shoot!” Another one barked. Someone had ratted you out. You looked at Miguel and Eli, you weren’t letting this go down, not by a long shot. You tuned out Austin’s ramblings and whispered to the other two.

“Be ready to run. I’m gonna buy you guys some time. Don’t kill any of them, disarm them.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Y/N?” Miguel questioned with panic. You took a deep breath.

“Thank you for being my family.” You swept your leg behind Austin’s knees, and he collapsed to the ground as you stood.

The world slowed to a crawl, pulling a gun out of your pocket, these were real bullets. You’ve never missed a target. You drew the attention of all 6 police officers, but no amount of training could prepare them. You fired 3 shots, each one hitting the hands of the officers Austin had been talking to. Their weapons fell from their hands. You felt bodies push past your legs, down the alley way away from the bank. You were glad the streets of LA were confusing. Now was the time. You whipped your body around to face the rest of the officers, firing rapidly at their shins. You weren’t gonna put blood on your hands.

But deep down you knew, there was no making out of this one. You would buy them a few minutes while trying to subdue you. Just as your haphazard shots began, they fired precise ones of their own. Two passed through your skull, three in your chest, and one got a through almost half of your jugular. Both pieces fell away from you as gravity swaddled you. Bits of your wooden mask, blood, head pushing back unnaturally, seeing the backs of your made family run, they were almost home free. There was no pain after that point, you waited patiently for your back to hit the ground beneath you, but it never did. You kept falling.

And falling.

The midday light felt like it was slipping away, there were leather walls encompassing your lifeless form. No sound, no sense of texture, just the smell of dirt and decay. Then there was nothing but darkness, but that void that beckoned you, that pulled at your very being, was gone just as quick as it appeared.

Your body shot forward with a violent intake for air. The gasps filled your lungs to the brim, your chest and head ached, throat tight. The coughing erupted from deep in your chest, which also held a different pain from the ever-tightening band around it. You threw you hoodie away and made quick work of loosening it just a bit, and in doing so noticed that your body was free of any physical wounds. There was still a soreness, and blood wiped off your skin, but there were no open wounds. You were incredibly cold, and at first you assumed that to be attributed to your near-death experience, until you looked up high to see to see an open window with snow falling outside.

“I don’t think we’re in California anymore.” You muttered to yourself. You shivered, the place was covered in hay and in low light, that’s when the smell hit you. It reeked of animals, that would probably have something to do with the fact that you’re in a barn. Shakily, you got to your feet. Knees wobbling, your eyes adjusted, there were horses. That certainly explained the stench. A chill ran up your spine, the cold tickling at your vertebrae. You scanned the room for where you had tossed your hoodie, only to find it in a horse’s mouth. Your eyes widened in fear. “No, no, no, no, no, no!” You exclaimed. You rushed forward and grasped at the hanging sleeve, tugging on it with all your strength. “Drop it! Drop it right now!”

The horse did not listen, in fact, now it seemed more hellbent on consuming the thick material. After hurtling a few curses at the horse, you heard a distinct rip. You fell back, the remnants of black cloth now in tatters. You let out a muffled scream of frustration. Even with the long sleeves of your cotton shirt, you were still freezing. It suddenly struck you how odd it is for it to be snowing at all. You figured you weren’t in California anymore, but you were somewhere that snows in the middle of May? How far were you? You couldn’t think of any states that snowed this late in the year. Were you in Maine? Up north, Canada? How did you even get here?

“Did those idiots come back to get me? I could’ve sworn…” You could’ve sworn they ran like you told them to, and that you had experienced several fatal injuries. Is this hell? Purgatory? The other side? It was cold enough to be Hell that’s for sure. Nothing made sense. You found your mask on the ground, chunks of the painted wood were replaced with vacant space, splintered bullet holes. You fastened it to the first belt loop, it rested against your left pant leg. Pins dug into your scalp, wigs still surprisingly attached to your head. Your eyes watered, your contacts were drying out. You opted take them out now rather than waste your time trying to find drops in a barn. You flicked them away once they were out. “Now, if there’s a barn with animals, there’s gotta be a house with people.” You walked over to the large wooden doors as your talked to yourself, but today just had to be the worst day of your life. Something landed on top of you, or more accurately someone.

You were surprised you didn’t feel any cracks as the weight crashed on you. Shifting your weight over, you elbowed the man in the jaw. He rolled off of you with a grunt of pain. You were quick to jab him in the stomach with the toe of your boot. Sputtering a cough with saliva dripping out the mouth, the man rushed to stand. He was trying to fight.

“You’re on the wrong side of the mountains, partn’r.” He slurred. “This here is O’Driscoll territory, Which you don’t got no business bein’ in.” I’m in the mountains? Where the hell- He didn’t give you enough time to finish that thought before he was throwing a punch at you. If this basic boy thinks he can step in my personal space, he’s got another thing coming. You blocked the fist with your forearm and redirected the force toward the ground. With the base of your wrist, you hit his throat. The force of your own strength and the ever so impeccable sense of gravity caused him to wheeze, choke, and writhe on the ground.

“Listen here, buddy,” you pressed your boot down on his chest “I have no idea where the hell I am right now. I don’t give a single shit about territory or whatever the fuck you’re going on about, but if you put your hands on me again, I’m gonna mangle your entire lower half with a rake.” You applied more weight. “I didn’t come here of my own volition, someone put me here. Which means, you’re little punk ass better tell me what’s going on or get out of my way so I can-“ Gunshots. Mystery man took your distraction as an opportunity to wriggle out form under you. They were ceaseless, did someone drop you off in the middle of a gang war, what the hell is going on? You were about to duck behind whatever cover was around you if the idiot of the room had decided he didn’t learn his lesson.

“Are you with those crazies?” He yelled, peeking out the barn doors for only a second. “I should’ve known.” His voice was cold and malicious. “You’re with that son of a bitch, Dutch!”

“Who?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, pretty boy, they must’ve sent you up to spy on us! I’m gonna kill you for-“

“I literally have no idea what’s going on!” But he wasn’t listening to reason, clocked you in the ribs before you got the chance to block, then using your surprise to his advantage, hit you on the nose. There was a familiar crack and blood rush. “Did you just fucking break my nose, you ass?” You screeched toward the ground, wiping away the blood.

You took him off guard by doing that, so you were quick to knock him in the jaw. The shooting stopped but you were a little preoccupied and decided not to waste anymore time. His arm bent to caress the side of his face. You rushed forward, lacing your arm between the gap his made. Using all your weight, you swung your legs out and forced him to drop to the ground. His back slammed forcefully and with a swift adjustment, your shins trapped his neck, locking him in place. You squeezed his neck enough to make him gasp. He tried to push away from you, but with the position you left him in, there’s no way he’d be able to without some sort of outside assistance.

“Who are you calling pretty boy now? Huh? Who, bitch boy?” You heard the door start to open, you let lose and pulled the man up to shield you, locking his head so that you peek between a gap in your arm and his head. A man wearing a blue coat and hat walked in, his hands resting on his belt.

“Well, well, what have we got ourselves here?” You couldn’t quite place his accent. You noticed he had a holster.

“Don’t fuck with me, dude. I’ve got your friend trapped between me and you. No need to make this get crazy.” You warned, tightening your grip to enunciate your point. What sounded almost like a chuckle escaped his throat.

“You must not be an O’Driscoll if you think he’s my friend.” You panicked, you tried to think of your next move, but he had plans of his own. “What’s your name, son?” Your suspicions were correct, it seems. This isn’t the first time someone’s confused you for a man, especially when you were trying so hard to not look like yourself. But maybe, you could use this to your advantage.

“James West.” That was Austin’s code name for danger. If someone introduced you or called any of you James, it meant they weren’t trust worthy. You and Gina would usually use Jamie, but now James felt like the safer option.

“Now how in the hell did you get involved in this, West?” He rested his hip against one of the stable posts.

“I have no idea.” You threw the man away from you, there was no point holding him anymore. “I woke up here, and this guy just started attacking me.” You thought for a moment. “Are you Dutch?” You asked. This time, it was a single, hearty-

“HA!” He had a spark in his eye. “Me? Dutch? I ain’t that old yet, kid.” You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself up.

“Well, my nose is broken because this little shit thought I was with you, so I have some choice words for this ‘Dutch’.” You huffed. “And don’t call me ‘kid’.” You brushed your fingers across the bridge of your nose, preparing yourself for what you were about to do. One deep breath in, out, pop. You pushed your nose back into place and winced. A wad of blood shot out. “Jesus shit!” You coughed, you never get used to having to do that. The blue coat cowboy looking mother-fucker looked semi-impressed.

“Well, I’m not Dutch, but you could sure meet him if it pleases.” Something caught his attention. “Speak of the devil…” The door opened again. A man walked in with very distinct black hair. He was also a cowboy looking mother-fucker. Oh god, am I in yeeyee country? His eyes immediately locked on you.

“Did you cause this mess, Arthur? Or have we just met a new friend?” The man who you presumed to be Dutch, had a deeper voice than the man apparently called Arthur, but their accents were similar. That was not promising for you.

“That depends, his name is West, James West. I walked in a right fine mess between him and that there O’Driscoll.” Arthur pointed to the man still struggling to steady himself. Dutch choked a deep laugh, he seemed more amused than Arthur was.

“Right fine is right, Arthur. You did this?” He asked. You nodded reluctantly. “You’re a good fighter, boy. Real good, it seems.” He strode over to the guy on the floor and picked him up by the collar, tossing him over to Arthur. “Morgan, you deal with this trash while I talk to our new pal.” Dutch walked over to you, confidence in his step, while Arthur threw the man back on the ground. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and shook you around a bit. “James West, huh?”

“Yeah, what’s it to ya?”

“Oh, this boy’s got spunk, Morgan!” You looked over and saw Arthur yanking the man around by the shirt. Dutch forced your attention back to him. “Now West, you’ve gotta understand our position here. We can tell clear as day you ain’t involved in a lick of this mess. But we don’t have a single clue as to what your business is up here. Now, you seem like a considerate young man, but I got worried folks on this mountain, and I can’t have no scamps running around and hellraising” He squeezed your shoulder. “So, don’t take any offense to what I’m about to ask, but what are you doing up here?” He looked you dead in the eyes. In your opinion, the question was fair. You couldn’t fully let your guard down, but they appeared to not be whoever put you here. Then again, these O’Driscoll’s didn’t seem to be either.

“I can’t give you an answer to that one, Mr. …?”

“Van Der Linde.” That’s one hell of a name.

“Mr. Van Der Linde. Frankly, I have no damn clue why I’m here. One minute, I’m getting shot down in the middle of the day, and then I wake up trapped in some barn in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, in what looks like the ass end of winter. So, I’m a little confused right now to say the least.” You were clearly frustrated with your situation, he wasn’t oblivious to it.

“Where are you from, son?”

“California.” That was a safe enough answer.

“James West from out West. That’s certainly an opener.” He scratched his chin. “I’m gonna put you to a test young man.” He turned you around and lead you over to where Arthur had just gotten off the now bloody man. He was whimpering, begging under his breath for mercy.

“I don’t think he’s got much to say, Dutch. They apparently happened upon this place and took it over. That’s all I’m getting’”

“I’m going to give our new young friend a choice.” He pulled a revolver out of his holster and held the handle out to you. “In normal circumstances, I’d let Arthur handle this situation himself. But I’ve got an itching curiosity with you, kid.” You felt obligated to hold it in your hand. Looking down at the man, pity flared in your chest. “Should we kill him, or let him go? I’m letting you make the call.” What kind of question was this? Who were these guys? The choice wasn’t very difficult, you’d be a hypocrite if you did otherwise, and you weren’t compromising your promise on the off chance these guys might not like your opinion.

You handed the gun back to Dutch.

“Just because he’s an asshole, doesn’t mean he deserves to die. Let him go.” Dutch was intrigued by your answer. He looked over to Arthur with a smirk.

“I think I like kid!”

“Please don’t call me ‘kid.” You requested. Arthur pulled the man to his feet and threw him outside.

“Get outta here before he regrets it.” The man darted into the snow, leaving a trail behind him.

“Grab the horse, Arthur. We gotta get something out of this.” You were lead outside to find a horrific scene, bodies were strewn about the snowy landscape. Whoever these guys were, they were not to be trifled with. You should play this safe.

There was a house not too far away, the snow was dense. It was more than freezing. You sent a glare to the horse Arthur led past you. You’ll pay for this, you dumb fucking horse. With your adrenaline dying down, your whole being felt frozen.

“Normally, I wouldn’t be one for disrupting dead for anything other than money, but you’ll die out here without something warm, Mr. West.” Dutch gestured to one of the several bodies riddled through the snow. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying your best not to think about how you were robbing from dead people. It wouldn’t be the first time, but you still didn’t feel good about it. You separated from him and carefully stepped around the bodies littered in the snow. You found a man with his face in the snow, you pretty much picked him so you wouldn’t have to see his face as you stripped him of his coat. It didn’t look particularly warm initially, but anything would be better than this. The arms bent limply back as you peeled the sleeves away. Luckily upon further inspection, you were happy to learn there was a sort of wool lining inside, that would at least help insulate your own body heat. A sudden commotion broke out from inside the rustic home. A man yelling for Dutch and a woman screaming. Your instincts made you spring into action, you lept through large portions of the snow to make it to the steps faster and before you knew it you were bursting through the door. A blonde man wearing another cowboy-looking hat was chasing a woman around a table.

“What the hell are you doing, Micah?” Arthur questioned as him and Dutch followed you in.

“We got a feisty one over here, boys!” He hollered. Oh, you were not comfortable with this type of language.

“Stop chasing the poor woman, ya moron!” He warned with more intensity. You weren’t gonna see this go down, that’s for sure. You ran up behind the man called Micah, grabbed his collar, and used his weight to pull his back towards you, and then to the ground. His body slammed, he let out a surprised yelp, followed by a pained groan.

“Fucking sicko! Stop chasing her around, she’s scared!”

“Get out of my house!” The woman bellowed. Admittedly, you had no idea what was going on, but you knew you could at least try and defuse the situation. You put your hands up to appear less threatening.

“Miss, I don’t know who you are or what in God’s name is going on, but I promise I am not here to hurt you.” You spoke to her in a calm voice. Whatever was going on, it clearly had her frazzled. “I don’t have any weapons, and I don’t make it habit of hurting people who don’t need hurting. You clearly have been hurting for no reason. Can you explain to me what’s happened so that I can help you with this situation?” You took a cautious step around the table to make sure she wouldn’t dart away from you, you kept steady eye contact.

“They…they killed my husband a few days ago! They took over my home and locked me in the basement!” She wept. Maybe these O’Driscolls were the ones to stow you in the barn, they sure seemed like the type with this new information.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, ma’am. I can assure you that those men won’t be bothering you anytime soon. Can you-“ You heard glass shatter, looking over, you found Micah scattering to his feet, fire was spreading from the floor to the wall at an incredible rate. It was already crawling up the right-side wall before you had a chance to react. There was no way you could put that out by yourself, and the others weren’t exactly jumping at the chance to help you. You settled on running to grab some blankets from the bed across the room. The boys were leading the woman out of the house and she reluctantly followed. Micah sent you a glare as you passed him out of the house. “Oh, don’t you look at me like that, you weren’t any help!” You knew you should keep your mouth shut, but you knew you were right on this one. The group was walking toward some horses, you followed behind.

“Micah, lead the horse back to camp.” You handed the blankets to the woman.

“Thank you.” She seemed genuine but was also hurt by your sentiments.

“It’s no problem, ma’am.”

“Adler, Sadie Adler is my name.” She wrapped herself in the blankets.

“Well, it’s no problem, Mrs. Adler. It’s the bare minimum to what I could’ve done.” You hoped whatever camp Dutch mentioned was close by. This cold was blistering.

“Mrs. Adler, you may ride with me, we’ll get you back to people who can help.” Dutch hopped up onto a white horse, lending a hand for Sadie to pull herself up. “Arthur, please take our new friend with you. I don’t think he’s in any shape to be riding.” Arthur nodded, heaving himself with ease onto a spotted mare? You couldn’t tell if it was a girl, but you just got that vibe. He did not give you a hand. Oh yeah, I’m a dude. A manly man. You gripped the back of the saddle and used all the arm strength you had to get onto the bare back on the horse. You hoped this ride wasn’t going to be too bumpy because you were not about to get punched because you had to grab onto this man and couldn’t tell if someone was a homophobe or not. You sure hoped these people weren’t, but you weren’t exactly in the position to be picky.

“Pearson’s not gonna happy about this.” Arthur mentioned as the horses pushed forward.

“Mr. Pearson isn’t happy about anything except his drink. He’ll be alright.” Now seemed like a good a time as any to start asking questions. They couldn’t go anywhere away from you at the moment.

“Not to interrupt or anything, but could someone tell me where I am, or what day it is. Could someone please tell me what the deal is?”

“We’re north of New Hanover if the maps are correct. We’re planning to head down there as soon as this winter passes. God knows how long that’s gonna take.” Dutch complained. You had never heard of New Hanover, but apparently it was winter. Maybe you really did get shot, put into a hospital maybe? Then these guys… You panicked for a second. O’Driscoll wasn’t another name for them was it? It didn’t make much sense but no one else would put this much effort into stealing you away. “As for the day, I couldn’t tell ya exactly. It’s winter in the year of our Lord 1899.” He laughed. What?

“What?”

“Ah, just bit of a joke, son. We live in dark times. We’re hurtling straight into a new century.” Wait was he joking or not joking?

“It’s 1899?” You tried to keep your voice neutral, but he seemed to pick up on your worry.

“Yes, it is, son.” He paused. “Are you alright?” You were anything but alright. These people are crazy, I’m trapped on a mountain with some insane cultists who think they’re in the 19th century, I’m fucked. “Arthur, we need to hurry, the boy’s looking pale.”

Your head felt fuzzy, colors were blurring together. I am not stuck on a god damn mountain in 1899, I’m not, that’s physically impossible. This is all a dream, or some weird set up. You felt like you were 19 again, disconnected, afraid, losing it. You weren’t gonna go back there again, you wouldn’t! You didn’t know you had stopped breathing. You didn’t feel Arthur’s arm catching you so you wouldn’t get trampled. Everything was black.

#rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #Dutch Van Der Linde #time travel au #red dead redemption 2 #Javier Escuella #Charles Smith #John Marston #sadie adler #mary-beth gaskill #hosea matthews #abigail marston #lenny summers #too many tags

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musicthrob · 2 months

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Girlish - Heartthrob Live! (Full Film)

February 19, 2024

Current watch count: 9

For fans of boybands, 80s and 90s Pop, The 1975, Charlie Burg, Justin Bieber, and 4*TOWN

Casually tapping through Instagram stories, I stumble upon this gem because of musicians Andrew Pham and Samuel Victoria. I look further at the credits and I am glad to see that Cameron Thistle is part of this ensemble as well! I did not go to Youtube and watch it right away because I wanted to save it for later when I could give it my full attention, which would naturally be at 3 in the morning for me. With my roommates asleep, I could not scream at the top of my lungs, for I just discovered my newest obsession.

The film starts with the camera wandering around the house, collecting the duo Alex Perdomo and Kevin Moody, to the accompaniment of beautiful synths, keys, saxophone, and light drums. As the words say on screen, a genius idea does take shape and the notes of the saxophone perfectly emulates that feeling. Ever so nonchalantly, the duo finally wanders into the living room and everything just comes alive with the full band. The drums kick it off and the upbeat guitar and groovy bass just made me want to jump and dance! The sounds of the synths, guitar, and the saxophone especially take me back to when I saw The 1975 (At Their Very Best Tour) in 2022. They have the same essence! I need to see Girlish perform live immediately!

Girlish performs four songs and all the melodies are so catchy, I don’t know why they did not put the song titles in the description earlier because I was ready to stream right away. However, I gladly scavenged through their catalog to find them. The setlist is “2 LUV ME,” “RUNAROUND,” “Overstep,” and “MISS UNDERSTOOD.” I was pleased to find in the comment section that they might be releasing the live versions of these songs on DSPs because I enjoy and prefer the live band sound and carefree and playful vocals that this environment produced, over how the released singles sound!

I think this film was shot, mixed, and colored so beautifully and with much heart. To me, it’s very reminiscent of Dijon’s live sessions for Absolutely. The musicians are highlighted doing their thing, enjoying their craft, rocking with it, and you could tell that everyone involved was just having a great time. I wonder how much they practiced and choreographed everything from the dancing, lighting, to camera work. I saw somewhere that this was filmed in December of last year! Can’t believe that they just had this in the vault like that.

Miscellaneous thoughts:

A few weeks ago, there was this Tiktok I saw where this person was talking about the revival of the pop boyband genre and I am gladly hopping on that train. I love listening to fun music.

They would be the perfect opener for Charlie Burg, someone who also writes really strong melodies and is just really good live. They are all just groovy guys and I think they would really get along.

I’m also just confused as to why they don't have that many followers and monthly listeners yet!

The bits of bass and percussion throughout are the best omg.

The jumping around is very Justin Bieber in the best way.

The space this was filmed in is super cool!

(02/22/24) - Just saw that they are submitting for the NPR Tiny Desk Contest and I was literally thinking about that when I watched it for the first time. I hope they win! W00000

Timestamps:

1:27, 2:06, 2:55, 3:30, 3:59,

4:27, 5:04, 5:37, 6:06,

7:59, 8:10, 8:55, 9:23,

9:49, 10:22, 10:32, 10:44, 11:21, 11:28, 11:37, 11:55, 12:19, 13:10, 13:27

#new music #boy bands #the 1975

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countessmorgasson · 4 years

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Sickeningly fluffy Asra x MC! MC’s eager to show off their tattoos 🥺

Gender Neutral MC

(Based on Asra’s route, minor spoilers)

Your first solo journey was such a success.

It was your first time outside of Vesuvia, really, aside from your visit to Nopal with Asra.

But after all that had happened, with the truth behind your missing memory, you were stronger and happier than ever. Gone were the days of anxieties within the crowd. You now welcome the occasional whispers and looks you receive on the street. After all, at least you knew why they were whispering.

But people didn’t question any of that throughout your journeys. Your reputation preceded you, as well as Asra’s, and the only gossip revolving around you related to your skill.

There were so many sights to see, experiences to be made... you knew you weren’t done. There were nights to share under the stars, seas to sail, people to heal. The possibilities were endless.

And yet, Vesuvia called to you, like a mother welcoming her children home.

Maybe it was Asra that drew you back to the city- to the shop. You were nearly bursting at the seams with anticipation and excitement. The stories you could tell...

And of course, the gift you were given on a particularly daring night during your journey. Your first tattoo. You couldn’t wait to see the look on Asra’s face when he saw.

Up until only weeks ago you had no idea they even existed- aside from tribal markings. As you ventured throughout other cities, villages and tribes, you discovered the artistic value of tattoos, and the personal relationships people have developed with the ink on their skin. A tattoo here, a small one there... another over here...

You’d be the only person in Vesuvia to have one when you returned.

Well, not just one.

Six.

You may have gotten carried away... but they were beautiful. And each one meant something special to you- each one a reminder of your lone travels. There was something so comforting about being able to preserve memories on your skin... so permanent... you could never forget again...

“M/c!”

The shop door flew open as soon as you approached it. You weren’t surprised to know that Asra was expecting you.

You could feel each other a mile away.

Right now, your hearts are beating like crazy- rapidly, and somehow still in sync. Your bodies are completely aligned as you hold one another. Your breathing, heartbeats... even the way your blood flows through your veins. Somehow it feels like... like you’re two halves of a whole.

“You came just in time. I just made tea.” Asra’s voice slides down your back like a shiver. You’ve missed the sound of his voice... so much. You only respond by holding tighter.

“I missed you.” Your voice sounds strained, on the verge of breaking, but... you’re just so happy. You didn’t realize how much you needed his touch until now.

Of course the two of you communicated while you were away. In dreams, through the occasional river stream or mirror... but it didn’t compare to the physical thing.

Solitude had its perks, but there was nothing like this.

“Tell me everything,” Asra takes both of your hands as he leads you completely into the shop. He brings your palms to his lips- but soon you notice a familiar squeeze around your waist.

“Friend!”

“Faust!” Another dear friend you’ve missed during your travels. The three of you share another moment to yourselves, just relishing each other’s full, physical presence. Now you were home.

“I don’t know where to start,” you admit.

“Let me look at you. Were you safe? Did you get into any trouble?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Asra breaks into a hearty laugh at your response, and your chest nearly caves in. He pulls out a chair for you, and the two of you share rice pudding and tea as you fill him in on every little thing you’ve seen while you were away.

He listens intently, his eyes widening in interest as you chat away. In the back of your head, you’re wondering if he can see any of your new markings. You didn’t think much about covering up when you decided to wear a tunic today. You hope you didn’t ruin the surprise.

“...And there’s one more thing.” you start. Asra raises an eyebrow at the sound of your voice. You sound so excited- or maybe nervous. Are you nervous to show him..? Well, of course you were.

“What is it, my love?”

“Have you ever seen a tattoo?”

Asra shakes his head, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What is that?”

“They’re... markings on your skin- made of ink. I’ve only ever heard of people in tribes wearing them, but it seems that more and more common villagers have started wearing them for creative purposes. They’re beautiful- and permanent. They become one with your body.” You place your hand on top of his, feeling his pulse connect with yours. “And I got some for myself.”

Asra’s eyes widen again- and he begins to smile excitedly.

“M/c! Can I see?”

You pause for a moment, but eagerly stand out of your chair.

A blush spreads across Asra’s face when you remove your tunic. His eyes flicker between your bare skin and your eyes. Even after everything, through caring for you all this life and being your lover, your best friend, the most important person in your life... You still made him flustered.

“Look. Up here.”

Asra stands up to admire your left arm. The look on his face is all you’ve been waiting for. He’s incredulous, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. And then... recognition.

“M/c, is this... Faust?”

You nod eagerly, relieved he could tell. It’s true. The serpent on your arm was meant to be a tribute to your beloved reptile friend. At the sound of her name, Faust curls around Asra’s shoulders to get a look.

“Me!”

Asra laughs again, curiously placing a hand on your arm.

“May I?”

“Of course.”

With a gentle touch, his finger drags along the inked skin. He’s still in a state of pure disbelief. The look in his eye resembles that of a child’s, someone in pure joy and wonder.

“Do you feel it?”

“No. It’s just... skin. But Asra, look- I have more.”

He’s more and more surprised with each discovery. You patiently guide him through each new addition: the sun on the nape of your neck, the simple lines behind your ears, and a band around your right arm.

He loved each one. He couldn’t help but place his fingers on each marking, tracing them along absentmindedly, whispering about how beautiful they were... how beautiful you were. This reaction was everything you were hoping for and more.

“There’s one more you should see.” Your voice settles into a low whisper, and for a moment you look into Asra’s eyes before you proceed. You cup his cheek, his skin warm from his blush. You lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his lips before you stand back and remove your second layer of clothing- revealing your bare chest.

Gleaming purple eyes shyly roam your body, but they freeze.

Right above your heart, a single word is tattooed: a name.

Asra.

“M/c...”

“This is the most important one.” You step forward and take his face back in your hands again.

This was it. Your first tattoo. The first mark you laid upon your skin.

You could go on about your thought process when you decided to get it done. How it was a reminder of what he sacrificed for you, how his heart was the reason yours could even beat once more. What it meant to preserve his name on your skin and how no matter what happened, you would always bear his memory...

Yes, those all seemed like important things to tell him, but you found yourself at a loss for words. He seemed to know everything you wanted to say.

Asra’s hand extends slowly, as if you were an unfamiliar animal waiting to be approached.

Shaky fingers trace his name over your heart.

You clasp his hand, pressing it tightly to your skin. He shuts his eyes and breathes in deeply, obviously overwhelmed. Everything he’s feeling flows through you, and in a state of pure emotion, you tear up as well.

Can he feel it? The love you’re projecting out to him? How badly you suddenly want to bring him into your arms and whisper in his ear every reason why you love him- how you’ve loved him since before you can remember?

It just felt right to stay quiet. For now.

After all, what more could you say? Your heart’s already said it all, quite literally.

#the arcana #the arcana fic #the arcana asra #asra #asra x mc #asra alnazar #my writing #mine #fluffy

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crowdedimagines · 4 years

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Welcome to the Band - Harry Styles

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“Welcome to Harry Styles Love on Tour.” Jeff grins.

“Thank you, I really couldn’t be more grateful for this opportunity.”

I walk out of his office and notice Mitch sitting on the floor waiting for me to exit. I’m surprised he wasn’t sitting there with his ear pressed to the door.

“How’d it go?” He asks, suddenly getting up.

“I’m in!” I smile.

“Holy shit!” He pulls me in for a hug so tight my feet lift off of the ground, “Welcome to the band!”

“Yeah, I guess it’s paid off having to deal with you all these years.” I tease, punching his shoulder lightly as he puts me back down.

“Fuck off.” He laughs.

He knows I’m teasing, I owe him big time for this. I’ve known him for years, before he ever even met Harry. Once his world blew up and he became a more professional musician, I couldn’t have been more excited. He was finally living our dream.

Once they had an emergency with Adam, their previous bassist, where he wasn’t able to tour with them Mitch asked me to come in.

That random Sunday night I had no clue what I was walking into. I had no clue that I was going to be meeting Harry Styles and the rest of the band to see if we would mesh well together. I had no clue that I was going to be tested in my skill and in my personality. I’ve never been so nervous to be myself, but Mitch made it ten times easier. We spent hours talking and playing random melodies. I’ve never met a group of people that I felt so comfortable with so quickly.

It’s only been a few days since we had our little jam session and now it looks like I’ve got the gig. I know they looked into a few different people after me. Mitch said Harry was sold on me after I was there for ten minutes, but Jeff made them interview a few other people so they wouldn’t just be taking the first candidate and Mitch’s best friend. Mitch claimed no one else could compare, but I feel like he just has to say that.

I have only two weeks to find someone to sublet my apartment and pack so I can leave for a world wide tour. It’s so sudden and exciting, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’ve always been a fan of spontaneity.

“Congratulations.” A voice calls over my shoulder.

“Thank you.” I turn to face Harry and he pulls me in for a half hug.

“I’m really glad that you’ll be joining us.” He smiles, “We’re lucky to have you.”

Two weeks go by faster than you could ever imagine. Before I know it we’re hoping on a plane to go to the UK and officially start the tour.

“Nervous?” A voice calls from behind me.

“It’s that obvious?” I grin looking at him through the mirror in front of me. I set down the mascara I was about to use.

“No, I just had a feeling. I wanted to come check in on you. Plus Sarah and Mitch are already out the green room. You were missing.”

He’s so sweet.

“I’m fine, I’ve performed a thousand times, but never to quite this scale.” I stop talking and you can hear the crowd screaming loudly over King Princess. I can only imagine how deafening it’ll be when we’re on stage. “It’s a bit intimidating being part of your entourage if I’m being honest.”

He laughs and looks down at his shoes.

“Yeah, it can always be a bit scary going out there. It’s a bit higher stakes, but that’s higher reward. Just you wait until you hear them all sing along with you.”

“You’re telling me you still get nervous?” I turn in my seat so I can actually look at him.

“Everytime. In the best way though, just a bit of butterflies I guess.” He places a hand on my shoulder, “I wouldn’t worry. I’ve seen you practicing non stop to catch up, you’ve only been practicing this music for a few weeks, and we were traveling most of that anyway, and yet it’s as if you’ve been playing it for years. I have faith in you, Y/n.”

“Thank you.” I smile.

“I’ll see you out there.” Harry takes a few backwards steps towards the door, “Good luck, love.”

Harry couldn’t have been more right. I’ve never felt more a part of something than when Harry simply lets them sing while we continue playing. Their voices fill the arena and I look out on all of the smiling faces.

“Alright, I can’t continue this without introducing you to a few people.”

The crowd roars as Harry walks over to Mitch. He gives a little intro and moves on to Sarah until finally it’s my turn.

“Last, but certainly not least we have our newbie, Miss Y/n Y/Ln.” He rests his arm across my shoulder. I roll my eyes and play a small rift just like the other two did.

“It’s her first time playing a world tour, I have to say I think she’s doing quite a marvelous job. Don’t you?”

The crowd roars even louder than before, it’s all I can hear. All of the faces grinning back, waving at me once they notice my stare. The feeling is unmatched to anything else I’ve experienced. Harry looks back at me, my face filled with awe, a grin takes over his face as well. All too soon the very first concert of the tour is over.

“Oh my god!” I yell as soon as we’re off stage.

Mitch pulls me in for a hug.

“You did great.”

“That was crazy!” I say, still in shock.

“Well done.” Harry greets, “I told you, high risk high reward.”

“Thank you so much for bringing me along for this. I can’t even put into words how cool that was.” I leave Mitch’s hold to pull Harry into a hug.

“You’re more than welcome, thank you for joining us on tour.” He wraps his arms tighter around me.

After that we spend weeks on the road, nearly a different city every night. I couldn’t be happier, the high of each show has yet to wear off. I’ve grown more comfortable as we continue as well. Sarah and I are practically sisters at this point, we’ve bonded about having to be stuck with the boys all the time. Mitch and I were always close, I’m glad to be able to spend so much time with him now. And then there’s Harry. Probably the person that I spend the most time with on tour. Whether it is him taking me to his favorite restaurant in the city or just a rom com in his hotel room after a long night. We’ve become really close friends, even if sometimes it feels as if we could cross that line.

“This is Madison Square Garden!” I yell, walking towards the edge of the stage, looking out over all of the empty seats.

We’ve been back in the States for a while and it makes me happy. We’re officially halfway finished with the tour, which is crazy. It still feels like we’ve only just begun.

“Sold out.” Harry comments, talking slow steps behind me.

“And it’s not the first time for you either.” I roll my eyes with a smile. We have three back to back performances here.

“Hey.” He nudges my shoulder with his.

“Hey.” I nudge him back.

“What are you thinking?” He asks, we both take a seat on the edge of the stage. The crew works around to set up around us.

“This is crazy.” I shake my head in disbelief, “This time six months ago I was begging to perform in small clubs in L.A. I was a part of a band that literally no one had heard of. Now I’m here.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.” He agrees, “It wouldn’t have been much longer. Someone would’ve discovered you. I’m just glad I scored you when I did.”

“Is that so?” I absentmindedly swing my feet, bumping my feet into Harry’s every once and a while making us both chuckle.

“It is. I don’t even know what this tour would be like without you.” We both peel our eyes away from the empty seats. Suddenly we are much closer together than I remember. He leans in and I tilt my head up towards him, his breath warming up my cheek as both of us are nearly out of breath with anticipation. This is something we’ve been waiting months for.

Just as I’m about to close my eyes, I realize exactly where we are and what we are about to do. I don’t know if I can cross this line. He’s Harry Styles, I’m a part of his band. The crew is still setting up the lighting behind us, we aren’t alone and if things don’t end well I am stuck with him for several more months.

“Maybe you should start getting ready.” I smile pulling back ever so slightly. I quickly get up from the edge of the stage trying to put some distance between us, “I know how long it takes you.”

“Let me take you on a date.” He doesn’t even seem to hear what I say, or if he does he doesn’t care to change the subject, his smile never fades for a second. He stays in the exact same position, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips. Slowly he gets up and suddenly he’s towering over me at his normal height.

“Isn’t dating a bandmate strictly against band rules?” I ask.

“Only if you don’t want to fall in love with me it is.” He smirks proudly.

“Wow, the ego.” I laugh, taking a hesitant step back from him, “Are we sure that you’re not the one who’s fallen?”

“I never said that I hadn’t.” His steps match mine, until I stop taking steps back. I’m pretty sure if I back up anymore I’ll run into an amp. Finally he’s close enough where I can feel his warm breath on my cheek again.

“Really?” I arch my brow, leaning my head up towards his.

“Really.” He confirms, tilting his head down ever so slightly, “So what do you say?”

“Y/n?” Mitch’s voice calls out loudly from somewhere backstage.

“Saved by the bell.” I tease, finally escaping. I quickly walk off to find Mitch for whatever he needed. I don’t have the courage to turn around, but I can feel Harry’s stare as I go.

Once I find Mitch I discover he just needed help restringing one of his guitars for tonight. I haven’t seen Harry since earlier. We already did soundcheck so that means he’s off somewhere getting dressed and ready for tonight. Mitch and I hang out in the large green room snacking on everything in sight. Sarah has disappeared somewhere to flirt with someone from security.

“I need to talk to you about something.” I turn to Mitch.

“Is it about you and Harry?” He asks making my jaw drop.

“How did you-how? What?” I stutter out confused how he already knew what I needed to talk to him about.

“You two have been into each other since the tour started!” He laughs, “I was just waiting for you to come to terms with it. Harry told me about it weeks ago.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” I smack his shoulder.

“Ouch!” He rubs at the now sore spot, “You are both my friends, I wasn’t going to throw him under the bus. What happened? Why are you acting weird tonight?”

“I’m acting weird because we almost kissed and he asked me out on a date, but then I bolted.”

“You ran away? But you like him.”

“I know. It was dumb, but what am I supposed to do? So we go out on a few dates and then things are weird between us for the rest of the tour and then he doesn’t want me back to be in the band for the future. It’s not an option, I don’t want to go back to performing to people who don’t care.”

“Or maybe you go out on a few dates and things go amazing and then you get to finish tour with your boyfriend and finally be happy.” Mitch smiles. “Harry is a good guy, you know this. Even if things don’t work out you two are mature enough to be alright. I have faith in you that you’ll be fine.”

“You’re right.” I nod.

“I always am. It doesn’t matter, you two are already practically dating anyway.”

“We are not-”

“So what do we think?” Harry asks, making an entrance as always, debuting a brand new suit courtesy of Gucci. Similarly to his first solo tour he was wearing exclusively Gucci outfits that look killer on stage and scream Harry.

“Looks good.”

“I like it, very handsome.”

Harry’s head snaps up to look at me after hearing my comment last.

“Thank you.” His cheeks tinted pink.

“Can I talk to you?” I ask, suddenly getting up from the couch.

“Yeah.” He starts to walk out of the room and I follow.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier.” I apologize, “I do like you, but I’m just nervous what exactly comes with that.”

“I understand completely” He nods, “You don’t need to apologize either. I get it, you needed time to think things over. I can respect that. So, about that date?”

“I would love to go on a date with you.” I grin.

“Thank god.” He sighs and pulls me in for a tight hug. I relax into it, finding an unmatched amount of comfort of being in his arms. Wordlessly I pick my head up from his chest and look up at him, he tilts his head down.

“Guys! You’re on in two minutes! We’ve been looking for you!” Mitch yells loudly standing at the end of the hallway we had been tucked away in.

“I’m going to kill Mitch if he keeps talking you away from me right when we’re about to kiss.” Harry whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“We’ll have plenty of time for that later.” I grin, pulling on his hand to follow me. I practically skip while dragging him as the adrenaline starts pumping, “But right now, we need to go out there and perform for a few thousand people.”

“You don’t sound too heartbroken.”

“Trust me, I am.” I say looking over my shoulder, “Watching you dance around and sing on stage tonight is going to kill me, the same way it does every other night.”

“Really?” He pulls back on my hand, no longer letting me lead him to the stage, “Does it get to you?”

I nod as he slowly back me into a wall.

“Because it bothers me too. Not being able to touch you at all. Not knowing how soft your lips are. Not knowing how you taste.”

“Maybe we could be a little late.” I pull his head down towards mine and finally we kiss. After all these months, it’s fireworks. My lips are buzzing and my whole body feels on fire once Harry deepens it. My hands thread up through his hair that I’m sure was perfectly styled a half an hour ago. His hands wrap around me, trying to pull me closer.

“You guys! Really!” Mitch screams, causing us both to scramble and pull away, “Seriously! We we’re supposed to be out there a minute ago! Let’s go.”

This time he doesn’t leave us, he grabs my upper arm to drag me to the stage. Harry and I can’t help but laugh as Mitch mutters comments to us about how are already the most annoying couple.

I go to my spot and slide the strap of my bass over and catch Harry looking at me from his spot. He grins a perfectly Harry smirk. I motion for him to wipe at his lips, catching a hint of lip gloss from the short distance. I roll my eyes as he blows a kiss back. Before I know it, the screen is lifting up and the screams get louder. And so the night begins.

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everwitch-magiks · 3 years

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dance with somebody (ch. 21)

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Louis is tired.

It's been a bit of a week. He's had two mock business proposals to finish, plus a pretty big presentation on innovative concepts in virtual-reality entertainment, and consequently, he's spent far too much time trying to recall annoyingly specific descriptors in the English language. And here’s the thing – Louis knows English, okay? He's got the fluency, and certainly the vocabulary. It's not his fucking fault that there's simply no way to translate skräckblandad förtjusning (meaning: mixed feelings of fear and delight, except not quite) while actually retaining that completely essential connotation of sky high adrenaline rush in the best and worst way possible.

He needs a fucking break.

On Saturday morning, he wakes up late and puts on his favorite jeans and a faded The Ark t-shirt. He packs his backup bluetooth speakers (Nursey's still hogging his best ones, but considering how that's somehow become a major factor in Louis's current strategy for dibs, he's certainly not about to ask for them back) and sets off to make the short trek across campus. When he opens the door to the Haus, he is for once not greeted by the pleasant smell of freshly baked goods.

Perfect.

Louis whistles as he sets up his speakers on the kitchen counter and puts on his playlist of ultimate guilty pleasures, aptly titled how can I resist you. He collects a bowl from the usual cupboard and digs through the pantry and fridge for the right ingredients. He doesn't need to look up the recipe. Hasn't needed to for years, now.

He's carefully stirring sugar and eggs together when Hops enters the kitchen.

“You’re baking,” Hops says, and really, he has no business sounding so surprised. Hops baked, like, less than two days ago. Someone’s always baking. “And, wait. Is that ABBA?”

Since the opening of Waterloo is literally blasting from his speakers, Louis doesn’t even bother trying to deny it. He shrugs, instead, and winces as Hops starts to hum along to the lyrics. It takes Hops approximately half the first verse before he realises that Louis isn’t actually playing the English version.

Hops quiets, and looks over towards Louis’s baking project, instead. He grins.

“Hey. Is that gonna be, like, a cake?”

“I mean, kind of.”

Louis starts measuring his dry ingredients in a second bowl, moving mostly on autopilot. Flour. Salt. Cocoa powder.

“You might wanna whisk those eggs, my friend,” Hops says, his tone annoyingly important. “That’s what Dex says, if you wanna get that cake nice and airy-”

“I don’t,” Louis cuts in. “It’s not that kind of cake.”

“Huh.” Unfortunately, Hops sounds completely fascinated. “What kind of cake is it?”

Louis sighs. Fuck. More terminology.

“I think it’s called a mud cake, in English,” he explains, wincing at the words despite the fact that he just chose them himself. “That’s not a literal translation from Swedish, though, and it honestly sounds dumb. Who wants to eat mud?”

“What’s it called in Swedish, then?”

Louis grimaces. “Uh. Sticky cake? Basically. Which sounds way more appetizing in Swedish, I promise. Anyway, it’s actually something of a classic.”

“So it’s, like, traditional?” Hops says, his eyes lighting up. “That’s really cool, man.”

“No, not really, it’s more…” Louis begins, only to trail off. This is actually exactly what he’s been trying to completely avoid, today. “Sorry, Hops, can I just finish baking?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.” Hops takes a couple of steps back. He looks mildly confused. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

“Great. Thanks.”

Hops wanders out of the kitchen. Someone else comes down the stairs, and Louis barely registers a hushed conversation in the hallway. Moments later, he’s joined by Whiskey, instead.

Whiskey nods towards him, and makes a beeline for the pot of coffee.

Louis finishes his batter and pours it into a springform pan. He pops it in the oven and sets a timer on his phone. There.

When he looks up again, he finds Whiskey watching him over a cup of coffee.

Whiskey doesn’t look merely tired. No, Whiskey looks fucking exhausted. Louis belatedly remembers that he hasn’t actually seen Whiskey for a few days, that there's been hushed whispers all week about Whiskey’s sudden and completely unexplained absence. Yet despite all of that, Whiskey has evidently found the time and energy to stick around in the kitchen, just now, and wait for Louis to look his way. Their eyes meet, and Whiskey raises both eyebrows slightly, his expression one of mild concern and careful curiosity.

“It’s nothing,” Louis says, before Whiskey has even asked. “I’m just… I get really tired, sometimes.”

“I get that,” Whiskey says. He’s nodding slowly. “It’s been a really tough season.”

“It’s not… This is different.” Louis pauses. It’s a little easier, this time, to find the right words. “I’m tired of people not getting things. I’m tired of having so many things nobody gets."

"Like cake," Whiskey says lightly, and okay, Hops has definitely put him up to this. "Do you wanna tell me about it?"

Louis shakes his head.

"I'm so fucking tired of telling people shit, I just… I miss just being. I miss not constantly looking for the right words. I miss home."

"Ah," Whiskey says. He's nodding again. "Okay. I don't exactly get that, but that's kind of your whole point, isn't it?"

"A little bit, yeah." Louis almost smiles. "Sorry, I don't mean to dump all of my shit on you. You probably have enough going on, at the moment."

"Let's not talk about me," Whiskey says evasively, and alright, apparently that's not a conversation they're about to have, right now. "Listen, do you wanna… Okay, this might sound sort of stupid."

Louis raises both eyebrows.

"Try me."

"Talk to me in Swedish, for a bit."

"What?" Louis frowns. "I'm afraid you'd find that entirely incomprehensible."

"No, I know." Whiskey smiles slightly. "I promise I'll still nod and hum in all the right places. Okay?"

Despite that reassurance, Louis hesitates. It honestly sounds really fucking dumb. Whiskey is watching him sort of expectantly, though, and fuck it, he might as well try. Because if Whiskey has for some reason made it his mission to cheer Louis up despite the fact that Whiskey’s clearly got some sort of huge, unacknowledged crisis of his own to deal with, the very least Louis can do is humour him.

"Det kommer dröja minst fem månader innan jag får träffa min lillsyrra igen, och alltså, hon är skitjobbig, men det är ändå fan inte okej."

Louis pauses. Whiskey is nodding, as promised, and his expression actually looks just the right level of sympathetic.

Huh.

Louis keeps talking.

He tells Whiskey about his other siblings, too, about his two older brothers who are actually occasionally even worse than his sister. It's kind of a miracle that he misses them all as much as he does. He talks about his stupidly boring home town, about that one coffee place that's clearly superior to all the rest and the outdoor rink that's right by the lake, about his mom's cinnamon buns and a fresh sheet of ice and that gorgeous sunrise and his best friend right there, lacing up her skates next to Louis and prattling on about some new band she's just discovered that Louis absolutely must listen to, and-

Louis's phone buzzes.

Immediately, Louis cuts himself off mid-sentence and practically lounges for the oven mittens. He carefully takes out the cake, which to the untrained looks like it's not quite done, yet.

Fucking perfection.

"Hey, now," Whiskey says. He sounds amused. "I'm sure five more seconds would've been fine."

"Är du dum på riktigt, eller, tänk om…" Oh. Right. "And risk overbaking this baby? Not on my watch."

"If you say so." Whiskey looks a bit curious. "I think I actually caught, like, two or three words out of all that. One of them was definitely idiot."

"Probably." Louis shrugs. "You should meet my siblings, sometime."

"I'd have to brush up on my Swedish, first."

"Nah. Clearly, you're a natural."

Whiskey smiles, and Louis actually finds it fairly easy to smile back. He feels a little less tense, compared to before. A little more grounded.

"So. Turns out that wasn't completely pointless." Louis grins. And then, because it feels like that kind of moment, he continues. "I'm gonna vote for you, you know. As captain."

Something very complicated passes over Whiskey's expression.

"I know you're gonna do great," Louis adds. God, why is Whiskey looking at him like that? He must know that he's basically guaranteed to be chosen, already. Everyone knows. "And we're all gonna have your back. Alright?"

"Thanks, man." Whiskey's not quite meeting his eyes. "I should, uh. I've got to go."

"You should have some cake," Louis says firmly. He digs out a spoon from the top drawer and carefully traces it along the inside of the springform pan, before removing the sides. The slice he cuts only just holds together. He grins in satisfaction as he hands Whiskey the plate. "Here. You won't regret it, I promise."

Whiskey barely smiles. He still looks a bit shaken up. Louis wonders if he should mention this to Dex, or Tango and Ford, or maybe to that one water polo kid who's always hanging around the Haus, lately. To someone Whiskey actually talks to about stuff.

"Oh my God."

Whiskey has taken his first bite. He's staring at his plate in disbelief.

"What the… This is, like, some sort of fucking chocolate heaven. In my mouth. What the fuck." He takes another bite. "Why aren't you making this every day, always?"

"Kitchen's usually busy, isn't it?" Louis serves himself a generous slice. "Glad you like it, though."

"I'm gonna need more of this, like, yesterday," Whiskey says decisively, just as at least three people enter the kitchen at once.

"You baked, Louis? 'Swasome."

"Fuck, that smells so good."

"Plates! We need plates!"

Even in the middle of the general mayhem that ensues, Louis doesn't miss the fact that Whiskey cuts himself an extra slice before he's even finished his first, locates a second spoon and quietly leaves the kitchen. Which all seems a little excessive, maybe, but Whiskey's evidently going through some shit right now, and if plenty of cake and a high quantity of cutlery is what's gonna get him through it, Louis won't judge.

"Hey," Jader says, already halfway through his second slice. "That guy on your shirt looks pretty hot. Who is he?"

"He's a singer." Louis reaches for his phone. The best thing about music is, it never needs to be explained. "And a fucking legend. Take a deep breath, okay? You're in for quite a ride."

He puts on It Takes A Fool To Remain Sane, and serves himself a second slice.

ch. 22

#check please #omgcheckplease #omgcp #Louis #yes #our very own Lukas Landmann #and kladdkaka #this chapter is so indulgent you have no idea #I know we're all waiting for Whiskey to figure out his shit and all #but here's a fun interlude with our favorite Swedish wellie baking cake?#I'm Swedish okay let me have this #also #do yourself a favor #listen to The Ark #evie writes #fanfiction #dance with somebody

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #475

(from two days ago, oops)

What is your favorite background noise? (Ex. Water dripping, people talking.) I really like a steady rain tapping on the windows. Do you like taking selfies? Why or why not? No, because I'm ugly. It's annoying because I've been wanting to take pics with Girt considering even as just friends literally none exist of us, but yeah. I fucking hate taking pictures of myself and it takes a billion and two tries to get a picture I deem "acceptable" anyway. Were you named after anyone? No. What was the last comic book you read? I don't and never have read comic books. What is your heritage? German, Irish, and Polish. Describe the worst friend you have ever befriended. All things considered, somehow my former best friend was the worst. She was homophobic, racist, extremely self-centered, drama-driven, excessively bossy, ungrateful... I will never be able to explain how our friendship ever worked. If you found the recipe for immortality, would you sell it or would you burn it? Burn it. With certainty. We just aren't meant to live forever. What is the most embarrassing, cringe-worthy thing you have ever done? 99% of my life has been Cringe. What is the worst thing someone could do on a date? Be distracted/not pay attention to the other, like by constantly using their phone. It's so rude. That would immediately make me lose interest in you. If you could turn one legal thing illegal, what would it be? I dunno. What is something you swore you would never do when you grew up, but you did anyway? I was absolutely going to college as a kid. Fast-forward to the future, I've dropped out three times and am going nowhere. Little me saw me as so, so much more successful. Do you actually iron your clothes? No. Unless it's a formal occasion. Do you rent or own your current home? We rent. Have you ever used cursive after school, aside from your signature? My handwriting is naturally mostly cursive. Do you have your groceries delivered or do you buy them yourself? We order our groceries for pick-up, so we have to go to the store, but not in. Do you have a gym membership? Sigh. I do, but Mom and I have really been neglecting going since my time with my personal trainer ran out... What’s your favorite computer game genre? Horror, of course. Do you have any exes your parents never liked? No. Have you ever been severely mentally ill? I am. What was the last thing you purchased from a small local business? I don't know. Have you ever used chewing tobacco? EW no, that shit grosses me out so much. If someone’s laughing, do you instantly think they’re laughing at you? Suuuure do. How would you react if your parents told you they were having another baby? Well, they're divorced, Mom cannot stand my dad, and she also had a complete hysterectomy when she had ovarian cancer, so like... Have you ever had a garage or yard sale before? How much did you make? Over the course of my life, we've had a few yard sales. I don't remember how much we made at any. Have you ever had to evacuate your home for any reason? No. Which mythological creature is your favorite? DRAGONS. I love dragons. Have you ever been to a butterfly garden before? No, but that sounds amazing. What's the biggest bird you've ever seen up close? Oh my god y'all, when I volunteered once at a wildlife rehab center, I was FEET away from some sort of falcon. Guys, you would not believe JUST how big birds of prey are. I was shocked and in total awe. Have you ever seen a double rainbow before? More than once. Were you ever afraid of the dark as a child? I don't THINK I was? What is the strangest thing you’ve been asked? Something inappropriate that really pissed me off. What was your favorite game as a child? I was obsessed with the original Spryo trilogy and would play all three obsessively. What is the darkest thing you have seen on the internet? I don't know, dark shit. Do you crack your knuckles, neck or toes constantly? No, but ugh Girt does that with his neck and it drives me insane alsdkjfaljdlfkwe. Are you constantly catching colds or other sicknesses? No, my immune system is a legend. Are you afraid of mice? No, they're precious. What type of souvenir do you usually purchase when on vacation? I go on vacations so irregularly that I can't really answer this. I've been on a vacation maybe twice in my entire life. Do you own more than one copy or edition of a book? No. If you could see any musical on Broadway right now, what would it be? I don't like musicals. Will you willingly sing in front of other people besides your family? God no. Do you eat soup when you’re sick? No. I don't like soup. Who can never fail to make you laugh? Absolutely my boyfriend. He's the funniest person I know. Have you ever been on a tour bus? No. Do you prefer listening to things through headphones or speakers? Earplugs. Are you listening to music right now? No; I'm watching Gab play The Evil Within. Have you ever unbuttoned your ex’s pants? Just one of them, but we were together at the time. What are you planning on eating for dinner tonight if you haven’t already? Mom made pizza. What was the worst news you’ve heard this entire week? Girt's mother has Covid. He's vaccinated, but nevertheless, he's still getting a test done just to be safe, and also because if he's contracted it, I might have it. And that means my mother could get it, which just cannot happen, even if she's vaccinated, too. The poor guy is really freaking out about it, but ASTONISHINGLY, I'm not panicking yet. Girt's health has seemed fine, I'm fine, so... We'll just have to wait to see what his test says. Do you have a lot of trees around your house? What about buildings? No; yes. I hate living in the suburbs, it sucks here. Would you say either one of your parents are 'pack-rats?' No. Have you ever disowned anyone in your family? For what reasons? No. Has anyone ever called you a sociopath before? No. Do you have freckles? Do you like/dislike them? Not on my face, no. I have a few randomly on my body though. Would you ever consider getting dreadlocks? No. Have you downloaded extra fonts for your computer? Oh, plenty. Who is the latest great YouTuber you’ve discovered? The latest, uhhhh. I'd probably say John Wolfe as a truly "great" one considering I watch him regularly now. Do you read the Bible regularly? Yeah, no. All the Bible does is piss me off, frankly. Name three patriotic songs you like. I don't know about three, but I do shockingly like this one country song with a name I can't remember. All I know is it has "red, white, and blue" in the title. ... I think. Oh! There's "Deutschland" by Rammstein, even though it's not about my own country. Has it ever snowed on your birthday? Maybe at some point as a kid? Idr. Do you like the way your name is spelled? No, actually. I wish it was "Brittney." It's more true to the pronunciation. Do you believe in astrology? Not in the slightest, and while I really shouldn't care, like believe what you want, it's a genuine pet peeve of mine when others base their fucking lives around what positions some goddamn stars are in in an infinite universe. They make decisions based on bullshit being spat at them that might not be suitable. I know, it's stupid to care, but I can never seem to NOT roll my eyes when I see/hear people blaming their flaws and shit on this stuff. Are you one of those people who has like a hundred apps on their phone? No; I have very few. What’s the band that you love even though you know they’re awful? I can't help but love some Blood on the Dance Floor songs. :x Do you coo over other people’s babies? No, not really. Like I can acknowledge a cute picture and be like "awww," but it's nothing I lose my mind over at all. What is something that makes you very squeamish? VOMIT. If you’re out of high school, have you stayed in touch with your high school friends? If you’re still in school, do you think you will? The only high school friend of mine I'm still actively friends with/is still in my life is Girt, obviously. Like I have HS friends on Facebook that I still very much love and will react to what they post and sometimes comment, but we don't really talk-talk. Do you dye your hair regularly? No. :/ That's not something I can afford to do. Do you have an alter ego? Describe them: No. Do you know both of your biological parents? Which one do you prefer? I do, and I love them both. Do you store a lot of pictures you’ve taken that no one else has seen? I'm a wanna-be photographer, of course I do. If you had to name your kid after an American state, which would you choose? Probably "Dakota" for either gender. What do you use to dry your clothes? (Tumble dryer, radiator, etc) We have your normal dryer. Do you ever play the built-in games on your computer? Which ones? Nah. Do/did you doodle on your books at school? My notebooks and binders, ohhhh yes. Actual school textbooks, absolutely not. Who’d you last see in a tux? The groom and groomsmen of the last wedding I shot. Who’s the bravest person you know? Sara. Have you ever dated someone who was real sportsy? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions

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afat-bottomedgirl · 4 years

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Just You And I - Ben Hardy x reader

A few weeks ago

They looked at each other as the rain fell harshly outside. Ben could barely believe that they were having that conversation now. Not after everything that they've been through, but the situation did need a closure and he just wanted to understand her point. If he loved her and she loved him, why couldn't they be together.

"Ben, I love you. But I can't be with you and it hurts me so much that I have to do this, but there's nothing we I could've done to make it different." She said and looked at her hands, he shakes his head in disagreement. "She loves you just as much as much as I do. She fell for you first now how can I do something like this to her? It's not fair.

Ben rubbed his eyes as he sighed and got to his feet and started pacing around the living room.

"I don't care about that. And, babe, you shouldn't have to avoid this thing between us because of somebody else. I can talk to her and explain this whole situation, just don't do this" he pleaded. "Don't push me away. You are my girl, baby" the blonde man said.

The tears that fell from both of their eyes carried the whole weight of the words they couldn't tell the other in that moment. Benjamin walked back to the couch he was previously setting and hugged the crying girl. Her heart was aching so bad that it became physically painful for her. Truth is, she didn't wanted to give up on him or on the love the she had for him, but at the same time she didn't wanted to jeopardize her friendship. She just wanted things to be as they were supposed to be.

In the end of the day, she would've never have met him if Jane didn't took her to that party so it was unfair the fact that she fell in love with the man her best friend already loved.

As days went by things seemed to get harder on them. Benjamin didn't wanted to hide his feelings and go for someone he didn't felt anything but a friendly appreciation yet he didn't wanted to mess up Y/N's friendship with Jane. He knew how much Jane and Y/N meant to each other and he couldn't be so selfish to ruin that just because he was in love with one of them. So he took in what she suggested that they should be together but don't tell anyone. It would be easier, her words.

This morning they were supposed to meet their group of friends for their weekly breakfast catch up at a café near by. Ben and Y/N did spend the night together and neither of them could deny that the previous night was no doubt one of the best they had. For once in a long, long time Y/N didn't felt embarrassed of her body or her childhood scars and Ben didn't felt like he had to prove to her that he needed to give her biggest orgasm or performe his greatest acts. No, the things happened as smoothly as it could've been. The touches they shared would forever be carved onto their memories and the feeling their bodies shared with one another could never be explained by words. For once in their lives, they were exactly where they were supposed to be. Their hearts were in peace.

Benjamin's room was a complete mess. Their clothes were spread all over the place. The couple was still on bed, but Benjamin was already awake. He had his eyes stuck on the ceiling thinking about the earlier hours where he and the woman he loved had an amazing experience together. His eyes traveled to the side and he saw a mess of curls on the white pillowcase and her peaceful features as she slept calmy in his arms. He completely ignored the sorennes in his arm just so he could enjoy the moment for a little bit longer. He knew that when they got up they would have to pretend that nothing happened and act as they didn't just shared one incredible night together.

It wasn't long until Y/N woke up too. She could feel his green eyes staring at her so she didn't take much time on opening her eyes and looking straight into his. Yes, that was definitely a sight for sore eyes and she could totally get use to that. His body was as war as a summer afternoon and his skin looked redder that it usually was.

"Good morning, love" he said and his voice was much more rough when he woke up.

"Morning, blondie" she answered and she snuggled closer to him and hid her face in his chest. "Do we really have to get up?"

"We do, love" he said and pressed a kids to her head.

"I wish we could stay like this forever" she considered and her thoughts ran wild at the idea. "Just you and I" the woman completed.

"Me too, sweetheart. You don't know how much I wanted that."

Their talk didn't last long after that, though. Jane called Y/N and asked if she was sto coming for their breakfast date which she confirmed, and as soon as it begun, the call came to an end. Y/N was replying to a few emails from her college teachers and Ben was taking a shower. Both of them knew they needed to have a good explanation to tell their friends, if asked, why they arrived together at the coffee shop, so they made one up as soon as they left the blonde's bed.

When they arrived to the place, they really had to put on a facade and pretend they met by a coincidence. But Y/N could still fell beard burns around her legs and some other parts of her body were literally marked by his fingerprints. Jane was already there with Diana, for all it seems they were waiting for them and William to arrive so they could order the usual. Thank God, their breakfast meetings were a weekly thing at the same place, so the working crew already knew that they didn't order until all five of them were seated. Y/N didn't sat near to Benjamin, which the man thought was unnecessary but decided to say nothing about it. She sat between Jane and Diana.

Ben looked at her but she looked away and started a conversation with Diana about a new single a band both of them liked was about to release. Jane didn't show but she was slightly bothered to see Y/N and Ben walk in together, yet she was scared of saying something and sounding stupid. William arrived about seven minutes later and they finally ordered the usual: three back coffees with pancakes, one green smoothie and a cookie and one black tea with a slice of chocolate cake.

They started to talk and all the five of them were engrossed in the subject. It wasn't until William asked Y/N about a thing that happened in her study area that they were all listening to her and eating as she explained what that actually was. Jane looked at Ben since everyone was paying attention to the Literature student, but looking at him made her heart break. Benjamin's eyes were glued to the woman but the look in them held something different. He wasn't looking at her the way William did, there was a glint in his green orbes. A glint she only saw in William whenever he looked at his girlfriend, Diana. The way that Y/N slightly looked at Ben and blushed sparked a fire in Jane. How could them? It wasn't possible right? Unfortunately she could barely hold herself when the words flew out of her mouth.

"Y/N, I saw you and Ben walking here together..." she let it linger as she watched their reactions. "...How did you guys meet before here? You live literally on the opposite sides of the city."

Benjamin's face went a little paler and Y/N's grew a tiny bit wider at her friends supposition. Jane felt her heart sink, she was about to get the confirmation she needed.

"You know, Y/N was down by the library which isn't far from my place and I picked her up. Not much there" Ben answered as he shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his hands.

"I see..." she pondered and was about to complete her sentence but Y/N got up in a sudden and walked towards the bathroom.

Ben didn't realized what he was doing as he got up and followed the woman while muttering a breathy "fuck". The three others were left at the table and looked at each other, William was the one who saw the tears emerge from Jane's eyes.

As Benjamin went after her, Jane's eyes never left his moving figure and they remained stuck on the blonde British when he got closer to her friend. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes at the painful sight. On the other side of the coffee shop, Ben got closer to Y/N and he carefully took her face in his hands as he whispered things for her. The girl was crying and she didn't care if anyone saw it now, she automatically hugged him and his her face in the crook of his neck. Ben felt his heart ache at the reaction of the woman he loved. Y/N could again feel her chest so tight as it was all those weeks ago when they talked about their feelings. She didn't expect to react that way just by being questioned by it, she couldn't picture herself being discovered. She loved Ben more than she had ever loved someone romantically, but Jane is her best friend and she has been in love with the actor as well.

Y/N felt like she was betraying her friend by falling in love with him, but at the same time she couldn't avoid or push him away. She was just in a very, very difficult situation.

"Babe, calm down. It's alright, I'm here with you" Ben said as his thumbs caressed her cheeks.

"But now they all know that something isn't right between us" she explained as she used her hands to clean her tear stains. "And then I freaked out. Shit, I'm so stupid..."

"Love, you are not stupid. You just got nervous..." he told her and hugged her once more. "It's alright. Trust me, we can make this work. We can fix that"

"Ben, did you see the look on her face? She already knows that something is up. She just tried to fish it out of my mouth. And guess what I just gave her?" breathlessly speaking, she looked at the man in front of her and then glanced back at the table they were at.

" Hey, look at me. Just you and I, remember? I don't care about them right now. " The man confessed as he tried to catch her attention again."I want to make sure you are alright. That's what matters to me in this moment. So please, think about yourself now.

Y/N looked at him and took a deep breath. Ben was right, she had to think about herself now. Shit had hit the fan already. Deep down she knew why she did that, she didn't wanted to be pressured by her friends. She would not be able to lie to their faces, she was never a good liar. Her throat got super dry but she had to focus on the blonde man who held her close to his chest.

"I hate that we have to do this. I hate this position" she lowly admitted and Ben barely heard her.

"I know, my love. I don't like here either, but this is what we have for now, alright?"

She nodded while she looked at him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered words of love and reassurance to the woman.

"Alright, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted that way"

"It's alright, babe. We shouldn't have to hide our feelings from people, you know?" he asked, but they both knew it was a rethorical question.

"Yeah, but we can't do anything about it now" she stated.

Ben wanted to disagree with her, but he knew that wasn't the right time. By the time they went back to the table, William and Diana had already left and Jane was the only one who stayed. The woman looked at them as they sat and looked through the cafeteria. She watched their faces and how they were acting now that there was only the three of them.

"You guys know I love both of you, right? And you know that i would accept lies from anyone except from you, right?" the girl asked the pair and they stared at her.

"Yes, Jane" Y/N was the one who answered while Ben looked at his hands once again. "You are my best friend and I would never want to hurt you."

Jane had her eyes on Ben and she saw him bite his lips as the other girl finished the last sentence. Ben's hands under the table held Y/N's and she held his just as tight. They knew something bad was about to happen.

Part 2??????

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