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fqiryspit · 2 years

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𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Summary: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘/𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞?

cw: College!AU, Full smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, getting absolutely railed, Relationship Problems, Love Triangles, Smut, Historia is pregnant with Erens baby, Eren and Y/n are together, Levi is with Petra, Sad sex, Y/n is lowkey depressed, Eren is bad at feelings, Starbucks Levi, Levi is Bad at Feelings, Historia the Hoe, mega toxic, Toxic Eren.

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Chapter 11: 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤

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EREN'S POV

THREE DAYS AGO

here I am, in a screaming fight with Historia at four in the fucking morning.

"You played with my feelings" she yelled

"you got attached to nothing" I scoffed

"You're such a fucking ass" she yelped as I watched tears start spilling out of her eyes

I bit my tongue as she sobbed.

she wanted so much...and I just wanted a distraction.

"Look...I'm sorry." "sorry? you shouldn't be saying sorry to me." she spat out, I raised an eyebrow as her blurry eyes stared into mine, searing with rage

"You should be saying sorry to her." she choked out

"Don't bring Y/n into this" I scoffed

"She was in this the day you decided to cheat."

cheat.

I'm I really a cheater?

this sick bastard that plays with people's love?

I feel my lungs burn as I remember the scene of my mother walling when she found out Grisha cheated.

her puffy eyes and sorrow face still put on a smile for me as she said 'everythings okay'

I remember how I wanted to rip my father to shreds for what he did.

Just thinking Y/n laying one tear of something that I've done made my own eyes burn.

I'm becoming what I hate most

"shut up." I mumbled as I felt my heartache, I never wanted to hurt Y/n

"You don't need sex from me. you don't even want a relationship with me."

"so, what do you want Eren?"

My eyes kept with the floor as she waited for an answer

"you don't love her"

"you don't love me"

"hell, I'm not even sure if you love Alma anymore"

"don't you dare talk about my daughter" I snapped at her

"Why? because you know it's true. you're not here because you want to be. you're here because you have to be."

I stayed silent. my eyes burning into hers

"I'm right arent I?" she asks as I start to break

"How would your family react if they heard you got someone knocked up just to leave?"

"Grisha's son. unemployed and lonely with a baby he forgot about"

"I love Alma." "I know you do. but you also wish she were never born"

"Why? what the hell does that matter now? It happened, whatever, we dealt with it"

"because. you know you can't have both"

"a life with Alma and I, or a life with Y/n"

and that's where I am now.

having my head buried in Y/n's neck as my tears soak into her shirt

trying to keep my sobs as silent as possible but a few hiccups escape my lips as I hug her tighter

"I love you so much, I love you so fucking much"

pathetic.

I'm pathetic.

running for forgiveness to an unconscious woman that doesn't deserve any of this pain.

I whisper my remorse into her hair and as I do I let go of everything I had with Historia

Historia was a mistake, all of this was a simple mistake

a mistake, she will never know about

Chapter 12

˜"*°•.˜"*°• see you soon •°*"˜.•°*"˜

an: 👀 the girls are fightinggg 👀 AHH HEYYY SHAWTYYY! I'm sorry this chapter was so short! the next one will be out soon! ILYSM STAY SAFE! 💞

kinda taglist: @magictrump @jiminslove1y @raiiny-nightght @whatsambiti0n

(if I missed anyone or you'd like to be a part of the tag list you can message me or just comment!)

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astromaverick · 5 months

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Need writing advice for OFMD Angsty fic (read TW!)

Okay, guys. Need some help here.

Trying to write a fic, but I don’t think any of the reactions I’m writing are IN character, so I need advice. But before anything, some TW for child death, and maybe sickness. Nothing graphic.

Alright, first of all, I need the setting. I don’t know if this would work best when they’re already kind-of successful with the inn thing, or maybe they just got there, or maybe they left the inn and went to the sea again for some time. How could they receive a letter, then? I want either Ed or Stede to correspond letters with either Mary or Doug (I was thinking, Stede sending letters to Mary (and she responds. Happens about once a month, informing about the children and how they’re doing), and then one day, Doug writes a letter to Edward and that is like super weird for him).

Also need help with this. Want this to be as historically accurate as possible (and medically accurate too), so, how could they have exchanged letters? Don’t think they have owls that deliver them. Maybe Mary and Stede tell each other where they’re going to be, so they know where to send the letter on a specific date for it to arrive on a specific date? Maybe they’re going to port to buy food, and the letter arrives. I don’t know how it would work with the inn thing tho.

Basically, Alma (or maybe Louis?) gets sick. And Mary writes to Stede about it and tells him she’s getting really bad, but it’s probably normal for the weather (I guess?), and she’ll be fine with some rest.

He worries a bit, but Ed reassures him.

But then, Ed receives the letter from Doug, and he knows something is wrong. Instantly. He read it, and it said the worst (y’all probably know what happened by now), and Doug tells him Mary is so devastated she could barely eat, and she wasn’t able to even hold a pen to write. He tells Ed he isn’t that close to Stede, so he doesn’t believe he should be the one to break the news to him, as he doesn’t know how Stede would react. So now, either Edward has to tell Stede or he waits for Mary’s letter, that will arrive probably next month (again, she’s devastated, and Louis is too, and also Doug, but he probably should have been the one to write this to Ed, as he doesn’t want Stede to not know the news).

So yeah, that’s the idea for now. The thing is, should Mary tell Stede and Stede finds out from her, should Doug write directly to aster or should he write to Ed so he tells Stede on his own?

Also, how would Stede and Ed react in the three cases (either when Ed has to tell stede, Stede knows first, or both of them know at the same time)? Also, the setting? Also, how would they cope?

I thought Stede’s reaction being more of a breakdown. Something like Annie from Hereditary, but don’t think that would work for him. Maybe? I don’t know. And also, what about Edward? He loves Stede, so he probably loves how much Stede loves his children.

I want this to be a 3 chapter thing, don’t know how many words yet, we’ll see.

Not sure if anyone has had this idea before. And if you know a fic like this, please link it so I can give it a read and tag the author just in case they think I’m inspired by their work (have had problems with this before).

The first chapter would be about Stede worrying and Ed reassuring him and the ending being how Ed just got this weird letter from Doug and ends with him reading it and going “shit-“, the second one about him telling Stede (again, I don’t know about this one), and the last one some years or months later, maybe Louis visits them?, Stede misses her but knows she’s in a better place now (?). Maybe even adopt a child but don’t think that will even be in the beta.

And I almost forgot. If they’re in the ship, how would the crew react? Not that they’re very important caracteres in this fic, but I don’t want anyone OOC.

Any ideas?

#ofmd season 2 #ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #blackbeard #blackbonnet #edward teach #alma bonnet #louis bonnet #mary bonnet #fanfiction advice #advice #i need advice #gentlebeard #stede x ed #tw child death #tw sickness #idk how to tag this #i need help

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azurefishnets · 10 months

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💗 Five Comfort Characters, Five Tags 💗

tagged by @fortune-maiden and then I promptly forgot. Sorry! But then I remembered! So I thought I'd do it now and thank you for tagging me! I've numbered them for convenience but they really aren't ranked.

1. Jowd (Ghost Trick) I know, I know, if you know me, you were probably expecting me to say Alma and yes, FFVI/GT AU Alma absolutely is! Or maybe Cabanela and yeah, I do love my glow stick man (snap snap). But canon Alma is only what we know through the people around her, and Cabanela is wonderful and fantastic and I DO love him, so I'm putting Jowd in there because sometimes I think a liiittle too much like him. It's very comforting to see how much he is adored by everyone around him--really, I'm nominating my OT3 here if I'm honest.

2. Kloe (Trails in the Sky) She just tries so hard, y'all. So, so hard, and her determination to overcome her weaknesses is really inspiring to me. Plus, I love the way her friendship with Estelle makes them both more well-rounded people. (But, again, there were SO many people from Trails I could have put here with equal justification. Estelle, Tita, Olivier, Mueller, Tio, Randy, KeA... wait, I'm kind of just copying my tagger. Well, that's how great they are!! Trails has some excellent characters.)

3. Lucca (Chrono Trigger) - We're going back in time for this one. Picture me, 13 years old, unsure what I had going for me besides my know-it-all-ness and a blithe disregard for social norms...and then here's Lucca, who is celebrated in-game for these things! It was, shall we say, a revelation. I've come and gone through many fandoms through the years, but Lucca has remained a constant source of joy.

4. Terra (Final Fantasy VI) I played CT and FFVI at basically the same time in my life and I instantly loved Terra for her endearing "weird girl" quirks, her confusion over her place in the world, and, ultimately, the way she chooses to care rather than to isolate herself even when things were the hardest for her. The first time I dyed my hair anything but a "normal" color, it was green in honor of her!

5. Lupe dy Cazaril (The Curse of Chalion) This book is a major comfort tale for me despite my rather irritable disconnect with the canon romance for the main character. (-.-) But, I love Caz for his unshakeable loyalty and his determination to choose empathy and honor over repeating the unspeakable cruelties he lived through. Caz reminds me that cycles can be broken and things can change, I think.

Honorable Mention: Princess Arjumand (To Say Nothing of the Dog) She's a horrible wonderful cat and to say I enjoy what she puts the main cast through would be an understatement XD. And yet I would let her sleep on my chest any day.

Thanks again for the tag! Not tagging anyone but feel free to try this yourself if you enjoy such things!

#ask games.

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amalia-uwu-writes · 1 year

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Milk

Disclaimer: All characters are owned by their own companies. I only write for the characters. I do not write for the real actors/people/athletes. The rights go to the respective owners!

Edit: for reasons of privacy I'll give penta's wife and daughter fictional names. His daughter's and wife's fictional names are Amanda and Luna-Lola(edit).

Tags: @windhamsrotunda @earl-01 @dominikmysterio619 @wrestlingwerido36 @wrestling-fangirl93

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It was late at night. Penta had just arrived home. After a long day and a difficult match finally he will relax. He opened the door, let his stuff down. He looked at the couch and found folded fresh washed clothes, towels, ointments etc. He found a note from his wife as well

«Hi! Honey! Sorry felt slightly unwell and laid on bed early. I'm good no worries! Just menstrual pain. I left some clothes, ointments and painkillers for you. There is food on the fridge! You will tell me everything in the morning! 💕 Te amo mucho mi amor, mi corazón, mi alma, mi rey! 💕XoXoXo ~Yolanda💖»

He smiled softly at the note, he took the clothes and walked quietly in the bathroom. He took a nice hot shower to sooth the soreness in his body.

Once he was done he cleaned the bathroom, got dressed, exited the bathroom and moved towards the kitchen. He noticed the light was on. "Did they forgot or? What?" he thought but didn't pay much attention.

As he entered, he found his daughter asleep upon the table and a glass of milk next to her. He looked at her, confused and then at the clock (23.20 at night). He gently touched her shoulder and shook her lightly "Amanda?" he whispered.

She opened her eyes and stretched her hands while yawning cutely. She looked around the room sleepily. Once she saw her father she jumped in his arms excited "papa!! You came home!". He hugged her back and kissed her head. She rubbed her face on his chest lovingly.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you im bed?" he asked.

"I made you milk.. you and mom said that it has calcium. I made you one too.. so your bones won't break when you go inside the ring... I made you a sandwich cause I knew you might be hungry and some cookies. Food isn't food without dessert. They got cold now.." she looked at the glass of milk.

She paused for a while and then continued "I waited for you to come cause.. I didn't want you to eat alone... I wanted to keep you company", she smiled.

Penta got moved. He looked at his girl and hugged her tightly. "Gracias mi princesa! How about I made you a glass of milk, a sandwich and we eat together, hm?" he asked. She smiled and nodded her head.

He got up, made her sandwich and poured warm milk in her favorite mug. A pink one with unicorns and rainbows.

Once he was finished. They sat by the window and saw the stars along with some lights from the street and the city. They ate together and collided their glasses of milk "Cheers" they said and drank it.

"Papa? You liked it?" she asked looking at him.

-"Yeah the best milk I had!" he hugged her closer.

-"Really? Why? What's so special?"

-"You made it with affection and care! That's what made it special! Thank you my dear! " he kissed her forehead.

She smiled. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. They stayed there on the window for some time, seeing the stars and talking quietly.

After a while she started yawning and her eyes felt heavy. She gently leaned her head on ber father's shoulder. He gently hugged her and carried her upstairs. "Let's go to bed princesa, we will talk again in the morning". He walked up stairs and tenderly laid her on bed. He kissed her cheek and smiled softly. She smiled on her sleep "Buenas noches mi princesa hermosa te amo mucho!"

He got up and quietly walked into his room. He laid on bed and hugged his wife. He closed his eyes and let sleep take over.

💙

The end😘

#fanfiction #fanfic #my fic #penta el zero miedo #pentagon jr #penta oscuro #fic #fluffy fanfic #dad penta el zero miedo #Milk #cute #wrestling fanfiction #pentagon jr fanfiction #penta el zero miedo fanfiction

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missfalcon · 3 years

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I never planned to have you on my mind this often

pairing: Alma Peregrine x reader

summary: Alma returns to the letter from you, her lover.

warnings: mention of death

words: 1k

request: @darlingimlostwithout This sunshine asked for a fic where Alma and the reader were friends/lovers in their youth. This inspired me to write this.

a/n: I must have looked rediculous crying in class making "notes". It was supposed to be fluff at first, but I got lost on the way.

I almost forgot, I opened the tag list so if you want to be added please write to me.

Alma never thought she would be in this place, in this situation. There was no longer the same woman in front of the tombstone, but the wreckage of a human with broken heart, who was tormented by remorse. Despite her serious expression on everyday life, her eyes always shone with a joy that was gone now. It disappeared just like you.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

"Hello, my dear. You wanted to talk." Alma entered the academy garden, you wanted privacy.

"Yes, thank you for coming." The woman sat on the bench next to you, god, she didn't make it any easier. When she was around you couldn't think straight, and now you wanted to gather your thoughts and choose your words.

"Why are you so nervous. Did something happen?" There was sincere concern on her face, the woman was worried about you, she always will be. It was hard to hide something from her, Alma knew you like no one else. Your heart always started racing when she remembered little things and noticed small changes in your behavior. You were grateful to her for that because she could see that something was wrong.

"Yes. I mean no. I mean..." You paused to breathe and she gave you a break looking at you with her soft eyes." I have to tell you something very important, but I'm really afraid of your reaction, not like you ever hurt me..." In this moment, you started to get confused again.

"Eassy, take your time. I can see it is difficult for you which causes my concern. Listen, whatever you say it won't change anything between us.” There was the point, you wanted to change something.

"You are the dearest person to me and I misereble that you are leaving, even though I knew it would happen someday. Each of us will leave and crate own loop, and we may not seing each other that often. I know it's our duty and what we're doing is right, but it bothers me."

As slow she dared, Alma let her hand slip into yours. From the corner of her eyes, she spotted the slight uptick of your mouth.

"You are not a person easy to forget, my bird. I understand your nervousness and please believe me, it's painful for me to leave and..." She looked up at you again and smiled reassuringly rubbing your hand. "Tell me what's going on." She pressed your hand to her lips.

"I can't obscure this anymore. The more I hide my feelings for you. The more I fall for you, Alma. I... I love you."

Alma froze. Although her heart sang at your words, a chilling coldness settled over her body.

At that moment, Alma understood the feelings she had for you, which she couldn't name up to that point. Love.

There was a look in your eyes, one she only knew so well. She never knew what to call it, but now she did.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. I just... I needed you to know."

She just looked at you and not know what to say, and it terrified her. It terrified her that her feelings for you prevented her from choosing her words.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Alma found herself crying when a tear fell on the two envelopes. She wiped her eyes trying to regain her reserved look.

With gently trembling hands, she pulled a sheet of paper from an already open envelope. Some time after your parting, you wrote to her, she kept this letter

Dear Alma,

I feel obligated to write to you after our last encounter. I owe you an apology, I didn't want to put you in such a situation, but I assured you of the truthfulness of my words.

I was wondering what you thought about me on the day you left, you didn't say a word to me. That's why I waited so long with this letter, I didn't know if you want talk with me.

I know you love me, but you don't love the way I love you. I don't know which one is worse.

But if one day... I'll always wait for you. Until then, I pushed everyone else away because they weren't you. I wonder if you ever just stop and think about me. I hope you will come back to me. Even if all we'll ever be is just friends, I'll still take that.

Always yours,

Y/N.

If only she had been a little more brave.

Then maybe Alma would have told you how she felt. Because if she's ever regretted anything, it was not saying those words back to you.

Her gaze shifted to an envelope addressed to you, she never sent her reply. She hated herself for it, she will never forgive herself for it.

My lovely Y/N,

I didn't say anything that day because stay silence was easier than saying how I feel about you.

You are worried that I have stopped thinking about you. I guess you should know that when I visited the academy, Miss Avocet asked me if this place remind me of you. I laughet becauce, well, everything does. I never planned to have you on my mind this often.

I am at fault, you deserve my apologies. Please forgive me.

I love you the same way, I hope you still love me.

Always loving you,

Alma.

A scream full of distress escaped from her mouth and spasmodic sobs enveloped her body.

Knees buckled under her. She was kneeling on the ground, weeping, with the letters pressed against her chest, and pain showed on her face.

"I love you, Y/N. My little bird, I do. I won't forgive myself for never telling you that."

#miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc #miss peregrine #miss p #alma peregrine #peculiar children #miss peregrine x reader #stay peculiar #alma peregrine x reader #eva green #alma lefay peregrine #miss peregrine imagine #alma peregrine imagine #peculiarities

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jusvibbbin · 3 years

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By the Oceanside

Tom x OC

1 - Wasted

The pack of senior boys raised their heads and howled at the moon before the sound erupted into loud, obnoxious laughter. Tom smacked Sean on the back as they walked into their fifth club that night.

“How ya feeling birthday boy?” Tom yelled over the loud, pounding music. Sean grinned, waving a hand in the bartender’s direction.

“Best birthday ever, Paris!” he answered, taking a huge gulp from the drink he’d just received. The rest of the guys followed suite, ordering drinks and looking around the club. A few broke off to find someone to dance with, while Tom, Sean and Eric sat at the bar. As the other two talked about their futures in starship construction, Tom busied himself with a second drink, having downed the first.

He saw some movement to his left and when he looked over, there sat a girl. Her hair was wild, from dancing he guessed. But she was turned away from him so the only other thing he could gather from her appearance was that she had very nice legs. After a moment he turned to look at the booze on display, not wanting to look like a creep. He felt a tap on his shoulder and he faced the girl once more.

She was pretty. Her honey colored eyes met his baby blue ones. Then her smile caught his eye. It wasn’t that her teeth were straight or pearly-white; they were no more straight or white than anybody else. It was the genuineness behind it. He found himself grinning at her while she spoke.

“-ce with her?”

Oh god, he didn’t even listen to a word she just said.

Come on, Paris

“What?” he asked loudly, hoping she would think he just couldn’t hear over the music.

She laughed and he was sure his heart stopped.

“My friend thinks you’re cute, but she’s a bit shy. Would you want to dance with her?” she said loudly.

Tom felt his heart drop a little.

Her friend? Damn.

He looked past her to see her friend sitting besides her, blushing like crazy. She was pretty too, but he didn’t feel the same attraction to her.

“I’m not a very good dancer,” he said shrugging. After quite a few drinks, he was feeling pretty bold so he said, “What’s your name though? Let me buy you a drink.”

The girl rolled her eyes.

“Well my friend’s name is Cora and I think you should buy her a drink,” she said, standing. She touched Cora’s arm lightly then walked into the sea of dancing people. Tom’s eyes followed her until she disappeared into the crowd.

He waved the bartender over and ordered her a drink. She scooted over a stool and looked past him awkwardly. He chatted lightly with her, but he kept an eye out for the first girl. After a few minutes of stiff chatting she seemed like she was ready to leave.

“Sorry,” Tom said. “I just don’t think I’m into you. I’m also pretty drunk.”

Cora chuckled and waved her hand.

“That’s alright,” she said. “Lo means well but I meant to point at your friend.”

She gestured to Eric and Tom smiled.

“I’d be happy to give you an introduction, if you’d be willing to give me one?”

Cora gave him an awkward smile.

“I think you’re about a week late. She’s got a boyfriend,” she said.

Tom nodded. He introduced Cora and Eric, then he stepped out onto the balcony overlooking a busy street below. He turned to lean against the railing and watch Sean dance like an idiot.

At least he’s having fun.

He caught sight of some wild curls, and there she was. Cora had called her Lo; he wondered what it was short for, if anything. She looked like she was having a great time as she danced.

He considered approaching her when suddenly a guy came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. He must be the boyfriend Cora mentioned. She barely acknowledged him, more focused on dancing with her other friends.

Tom turned back towards the street. She was interesting but clearly unavailable so there was no point in getting hung up on her. Besides, it was time to head to the next club, so he finished his drink and headed back inside.

As he walked, Lo made eye contact with him. She sent him a playful smile and he returned it.

He rounded up all his friends and they wandered down the Munich streets, bar hopping and dancing the night away. But Lo was stuck in his mind, no matter how drunk he got.

The summer was over all too quickly. Tom was packed and ready to go, but he didn’t feel as prepared as he looked. Starfleet Academy. If you asked Admiral Paris, he would tell you that Tom had been waiting for this moment his entire life. If you asked Tom, he’d tell you that he couldn’t care less. He sat on his bed and looked around his room. It was one of his favorite places on Earth. He could always escape the pressure, the frustration that permeated through his life.

“Thomas!” the Admiral shouted from downstairs. Tom stood and grabbed his bag, taking one last look around his room, the safest place he knew. He sighed and headed downstairs. The Admiral was waiting by the front door, looking irritated.

“What now, Owen?” Tom groaned. The Admiral threw his hands in the air, exasperated, as he walked out the front door.

“You’re really picking a fight today, Thomas? Of all days?”

“Why deviate from the normal routine? Just because I’m headed off to your dear alma mater?” he spat back. The Admiral just sighed and got into the hover car. Tom threw his bag in the backseat and got in the front. The drive to the academy was silent and he just looked out the window.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived. Tom got his bag and followed the Admiral down the walkway. They were there a day earlier than most people showed up so it wasn’t as crowded as usual. When they approached the dorms, the Admiral suddenly turned a different way, heading more towards the middle of campus.

“Uh, Owen? Yeah, I think we missed our stop,” Tom said.

“No we haven’t, Thomas. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

For once, Tom was interested in what the Admiral had to show him, and as they approached the fountain at the center of campus, he saw several people hanging out. One in particular caught his eye. It had been a few weeks since Sean’s birthday, but he never completely forgot about her. They stopped walking a bit away from the group and she walked over.

“Thomas, I’d like you to meet your tutor. Although girls often distract you to no end, I’m hoping bright Ms. Sicar here will be more of a motivator instead.”

She stuck out her hand towards Tom and he took it, still stunned she was even here.

“It’s nice to see you again, Thomas. I’m Lolea.”

Tag List: @elen-aranel @livenerdyandprosper

#star trek #star trek voyager #star trek voy #tom paris #tom paris x oc #series

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damn-scarhead · 3 years

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DGM tag game

I’ve been tagged twice. You can find the other part here.

Answer the questions and tag four people.

I was tagged by @xbloolii (Warning: this is full spoiler!)

What’s your favorite manga page/panel?

Kanda from chapter 170 aside, another panel that I dearly love is this one of Nea/Allen and Mana/The Earl hugging in chapter 219. But since I find that something is missing when I post it alone, I decided to post it with the page from before where we see Nea’s reaction right before he hugs Mana back. For me, these two pages go together. (Nea closing his eyes tightly and clinging to Mana as he hugs him back tells us so much about them. Nea loves Mana. We can clearly see that this whole “I have to kill Mana” thing is killing him too in a way.)

What’s your favorite chapter?

Let’s stay with chapter 219. It’s the first time Nea and Mana truly reunite (even though Mana is pretty confused by the whole thing). The goddamn hug is enough to propel this chapter into my top 5 favorite chapters (do I even have a top 5? lol). It’s just... We finally get to learn more about them (tho we did guess already about some of the things Nea says), about how they came to be, about who The Earl is. During this whole conversation where Nea is telling Mana about who they are and what happened, Nea keeps staying close to Mana and touching him. Maybe it’s meant to be intimidating (and we can see that Mana is confused and scared by it all). But Nea isn’t gripping his arms or shoulders to keep him in place, he’s holding his face. Not gripping it, there’s no force behind it. He’s holding his face. I’ll even go as far as saying that he’s cradling his face and I just *clutches heart*. This chapter really made me love Mana and Nea.

Do you have a favorite volume?

Sadly I already talked about volume 19 and volume 20 so I’ll have to go with my second favorite volume which is volume 25. (Yes, chapter 219 is in this volume). This volume is all about Mana and Nea (and Link and a bit of Allen too!). About their story, about what happened when Mana became The Earl (we’re still left with many mysteries tho) and it’s fascinating. This volume also contain a chapter that I really like which is chapter 222 with Allen stucks in that wheat field and having a conversation with “Cross”)

Also, I don’t know how this volume is called in other countries. But here in France it’s called “Il a oublié l’amour” (”He forgot love”) and this alone is enough to make me feel things.

Do you like Mana or Nea more?

Both. I already talked about Nea so I’ll talk about Mana. Like with Nea, he’s surrounded in mysteries that we have yet to know more about. Was it really him who became Allen’s father back then? Was he the one dying and being brought back as an Akuma? (I do believe it was him, in a way. I do believe The Earl killed and gladly made “Mana” an akuma in order to get rid of this part of himself that was bothering him. But alas, it didn’t really work) Why is he the one who became The Earl and not Nea? He’s fascinating and I can’t wait to know more about him.

What’s one thing that you like and dislike about Hallow?

I already talked about how I feel about Hallow in my other reply so I won’t repeat myself here.

Like: They didn’t have to go that hard with Alma and yet they fucking did and I’m so grateful for it. He’s gorgeous. The whole purple thing going on during his fight with Kanda is gorgeous. The colors they choose for him are gorgeous. I know technically Hoshino is the one who choose that whole purple thing for him, but they could have easily fucked it up and yet they didn’t. Alma was perfect and I thank them for it. They also didn’t have to go that hard making Tyki. Clearly the whole budget went into making Alma and Tyki as handsome and fuckable as possible and I thank them for it.

Dislike: I understand the vibrant colors. Actually it doesn’t bother me that much. As much as I loved how dark the first anime is, I like the vibrant colors they used for Hallow. (Tho the blood seems fake, which completely destroy the gore/gruesome aspect of DGM. But I believe they did it on purpose so they could target a larger audience. So again, it doesn’t bother me that much.) But why the fuck is everyone so white????? Marie is supposed to be black and yet it doesn’t show??? At all??? They made him slightly darker than everyone else. And they didn’t even do it correctly because he just have this weird grey-ish skin that makes him looks like he’s sick lmao. But I mean, they’re all so goddamn white??? Wtf??? Did they forgot to apply some goddamn beige on their skin or something??? At least they made the Noah with some goddamn dark skin. (I saw some people complain about it. Their skin in Hallow looks too natural compared to the grey skin they had in the old anime which made them stand out more as those weird demi-god thing they’re supposed to represent. I understand their point of view. But personally it doesn’t bother me.)

What’s your favorite piece of DGM merch?

I already said the plusies. So I’ll go with the mugs. I only own one. But I love it. I love mugs in general so for me you can never go wrong with mug merches. I also love the art books and the logs. But I don’t really know if they count as merches or not.

Follow up question: what’s a piece of merch that you wish existed?

I suppose saying more figurines would make sense. I know figurines are a huge thing and we clearly don’t have that many. But personally I’m not a huge fan of figurines. Never really saw the appeal. It can be pretty when it’s well done but aside from that I’m just ???? But I do love prints. I have a lot for different fandoms. Official or not. So more official prints would be nice. I would love to have pins as well. (Yes, I have a lot of pins too and want some DGM one)

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harry-hollands · 4 years

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selcouth // harry holland // 1

chapter 1: sunshine after the storm

story summary: Harry was used to living in his brothers’ shadows. Tom was the actor and Sam was the cook and musician. He was used to being second best and genuinely gave up on finding someone who could love him for him. Someone who could believe that Harry wasn’t second best. His mindset changes however, when he meets you. The sunshine to cast away all of the shadows.

chapter summary: harry finds his life a whole light brighter

pairing: harry holland x reader

warnings: none? maybe a few swears, slightly fluffy, moody harry,

word count: 1.6k

It was a bitter winter day, the brooding clouds seemed to match Harry’s mood. Ready to explode at any given moment in time. Why was Harry annoyed might you ask? Maybe because there was a nauseating reminder in front of him about how painfully single he was.

The heat was on full blast at the Holland-Osterfield-Barret residence, and a fire was blazing in the fireplace, but it wasn’t quite enough to fight off the bitter chills. Almost everyone was coupled up. Even Harrison, Harry’s go-to when he got sick of third-wheeling the long-term couples had someone to hold.

“Harry? You alright there mate?” Came the concerned voice of Tom, who unknowingly, and unintentionally, made the twenty-three-year-old more agitated than he already was.

Harry scoffed but nodded. “M’fine. I just don’t need to be reminded of how tragically single I am while you all are cuddled up.” The boy reminded sharply, slightly glaring at the pathetic looks Nadia and Elysia held upon their faces, something Harry instantly regretted when he noticed both of his brother’s shared a threatening scowl at him, a silent appeal to conclude his nasty behavior.

Sora Tanaka, Haz’s girlfriend of eight months, and the only one brave enough to test the waters of Harry’s testiness, gave a genuine smile to the aspiring photographer. “Harry, maybe I could introduce you to one of my best friends. She’s probably one of the most genuine people I know, and I truly do think this could be what you might need right now.”

Harry gently considered Sora’s words. Out of all of his friend’s significant others, Sora was probably his favorite. Maybe it was because she grew up in Hawaii, where everyone was laid back, maybe it was because Sora didn’t give a rat’s ass about what people thought of her, or maybe because she was the youngest in the group besides Paddy. Either way, Sora’s offer was one that caught the boys’ attention.

“Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight. You want to introduce Harry to one of your mates? Willingly?” Harrison stated astonished, knowing exactly how protective his girlfriend got when it came to any of her close friends and family.

“Is it honestly that surprising? Your best friend needs change in his life, and all of you aren’t exactly helping with what he needs.”

“And how do you know what he needs? Are you Harry?” Tom piped up, eyebrows raised at Sora’s subtle accusation.

“I don’t know what he needs, but I sure as hell know that you shouldn’t bring someone so painfully single on a double date!” Sora retaliated, her tone becoming sharper and more defensive.

As hilarious as the whole encounter was, watching Sora give Harry’s older brother a verbal beatdown, he knew that he should probably put an end to it before anything could escalate. It seemed Harrison and Nadia shared the same idea, as they all exchanged a look and came to a silent agreement that they had let Tom and Sora go at it for way too long.

The sound of feet pattering down the stairs was heard, and along with it an alluring melody. Sora sharply cut off the argument she was dominating Tom at, as she keened her senses to the voice coming from Paddy’s phone.

“Who are you talking to mate?” Sam questioned curiously, as faint hints of the song were heard through the now awkward silence.

Paddy had been upstairs talking to Y/N, an American exchange student he had met while exploring LAMDA. Paddy had decided he wanted to follow in Tom and Harrison in the acting department, and after he had graduated from the BRIT School, he immediately applied to Haz’s alma mater. (Harrison still had to thank Paddy for introducing him to Sora at a function that Tom had been unable to attend.)

“Oh...uh...Hamilton’s Instagram page is live right now. I was talking to my friend, but she had to go due to Hamilton rehearsals, so now I’m just watching them. This whole week is ensemble training. The current cast members are going to step down soon so they have to make sure the ensemble is ready to take over.” Paddy explained before exiting the stream and looking over at Sora.

“Oh Y/N says hi, and that you don’t have to pick her up. Aiyana is more than willing to.” Paddy relayed, but immediately narrowed his eyes at Sora’s mischievous smirk on her face. The younger boy sighed exasperatedly before asking the question he didn’t want the answer to.

“What are you planning?”

“It’s nothing! I’m just thinking that Harry should accompany me! Besides, I should introduce you to Y/N! She’s so fucking talented, that I’m still in shock that she hasn’t been discovered yet!” Sora exclaimed, shooting Harry a suggestive smirk.

At the immediate mention of Y/N, Elysia shot up from her position on Sam’s lap, which in turn, startled the man, and an immediate slur of sorry’s were exchanged. “Wait. Wait. Wait. Are we talking about the same Y/N? Y/N L/N right?”

Sora turned to Elysia and nodded enthusiastically. “The very one!” The American exclaimed before a look of confusion crossed her features. “Wait, how do you know Y/N?”

Elysia shyly giggled before recalling her first encounter with the unreserved female. “I believe it was Y/N’s first week in London and I met her at a theatre cast party. One of my cousins attends LAMDA, and is friends with her. Anyway, she invited me to the party, and it was so chaotic! I loved it. Y/N was teaching us some American party games, and then we started doing improv. Let me tell you, that girl is hilarious and I love her, and her energy.”

Harry cleared his throat, and finally, the attention was on him. “I mean, I’m down to go with you. What time are you supposed to pick her up?” He asked curiously, glancing at his phone for the time, which read 6:19 pm.

Sora also glanced at her phone before placing her attention on the youngest Holland. “Is she done now?”

Paddy unlocked his phone and glanced down at Hamilton’s Instagram page before nodding.

“Yeah. Looks like they just ended the stream. Mind if I tag along? Y/N/N forgot her winter coat in my car today, and the forecast claimed that it should be thirty degrees out.” Paddy responded before shrugging on his winter coat and boots.

Harry’s face melted into a concerned frown. “Who forgets their winter coat on one of the coldest nights of the year?” The boy stood up from his spot in one of the love seats, and shrugged on his winter coat, Sora following suit.

Paddy shrugged. “Y/N was in a rush to go. Today was the first day of dress rehearsals, and her hair wasn’t cooperating. When it finally did, she was extremely late, and almost didn’t make it inside the building in time.”

Sora shook her head. “Or maybe because she’s still not used to England weather? I mean Y/N, our other friend Aiyana, and I all grew up in Hawaii. All we know is the sun, sand, and ocean.”

“Ok, I just texted her. Y/N said to hurry because she’s waiting outside, and she swears she’s going to die of hypothermia. Oh! And she’s cool with coming back here if that’s what you were planning Sor.” Paddy piped in after typing something on his phone.

Harry and Paddy clambered into the car, with Sora in the driver’s seat. The car filled with gentle chatter, mainly from Harry asking a little more about Y/N, Paddy denying Harry a picture of what she looked like, and Sora cackling at Harry’s shocked expression of his younger brother denying him the ability to see what Y/N even looked like.

Around twenty minutes later, the trio had arrived outside Victoria Palace Theatre, and a figure came running at the car. Sora laughed as she unlocked the car, and Y/N threw her stuff in the boot/trunk of the car, slammed it shut, before running to open one of the doors, clambering in beside Harry, and slamming the door shut.

As soon as Y/N was buckled in, and Sora took off, back to the Holland-Osterfield-Barret residence, Harry turned to introduce himself before he felt all the air being sucked out of his lungs and body.

‘Holy shit,’ was all Harry could think when he saw the twenty-one-year-old. The young photographer was stunned into silence. Harry swore that Y/N was the prettiest woman he had ever seen. Nothing had taken his breath away quite like Y/N had.

In an attempt to recover, Harry flashed a sincere smile before waving shyly. “Uh. Hey. I’m Harry. Sora’s mentioned you a couple times.”

Y/N smiled brightly at Harry and giggled shyly. “I’m Y/N. I’m an exchange student, but looking to stay here full time, instead of immediately leaving right after my senior year.”

Harry’s head was swimming. All he could think was that he had met the literal definition of sunshine. Her smile was as bright as the sun, her giggle was as soft as a warm summer breeze, and her voice was ethereal. Not even five minutes into meeting the girl and he was already whipped. Harry swore that Y/N couldn’t be remotely human. She had to be a goddess. Maybe she was Apollo. A female incarnation of Apollo.

Harry nodded, returning a smile in kind. He could stare into her eyes forever. They exerted such a warmth, and only sitting next to her, Harry felt secure. Like he could tell Y/N anything without being judged. It was decided. She was his sunshine. His sunshine in the dark. God, he was so whipped.

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a-marlene-s · 4 years

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Futuristic Miraculous: Part 1

Couple: TerRI, Terry Mcginnis x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug/Batman Beyond

Genre: Salt, hurt/comfort, friendship, and possibly more.

Summary: With her childhood friends close by, Marinette knew she could take on the world, even when dealing with a certain lair. It all first started with taking a job for being Jagged Stone’s personal designer and that resulted with her being in Neo-Gotham. All the while Terry is facing the fact he is the new Batman and dealing with all the past Robins wondering what Bruce was thinking in taking in a new kid into the cruel world that is of Superheroes.

Terry McGinnis x Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Futuristic

Tag List: @battysorciere

TerRi Sever: https://discord.gg/2qCNdjs

Age List:

Bruce: 60

Dick: 43

Barbara: 42

Jason 39

Tim: 37

Damian: 34

Terry: 16

Marinette: 16

Penny R.: 32

Marinette refused to cry or look away as her classmates waiting to be picked up to go to the local airport. She could see many of them sneering, glaring or just giving her looks of pity. Then there was Lila… just giving a look that reminded Marinette of a cat that caught the canary.

At her right, Nino held back a snarl that threatened to escape his lips at the sight of Liar mocking his friend. At Marinette’s left, Kim is trying his hardest to hold back his own anger at what was happening. It’s completely unfair how things had turned out for Marinette. She had done everything she could for this trip to happen Neo-Gotham and for it to blow up in her face has become the last straw for her.

Marinette tried so hard to take the high road that the only thing she got out of it is broken friendships. Along with just seeing how depressing the world could be. It has been well over a year since Lila came to Paris and destroyed her life to the best of her abilities. Unfortunately for the Liar, Marinette has two best friends that managed to see through the lies and are now stand by her side through it all. Even going as far too foregoing Neo-Gotham for her.

With everyone’s back turn, Lila took the chance to send a menacing smirk to Marinette before boarding the bus with the rest of the class. Marinette’s eyes narrowed as everyone ignored them as the bus drove off, leaving them in its dust. This hurts.

Not as much as seeing the hurt in their faces when Lila’s reign over them comes tumbling down.

“Kim, Marinette, Nino, I have your work packets for the year.” Ms. Mendeleiev approached the three students with three large packets of work. “I stapled my contact information in each packet. I will have the rest of your work on my website by the end of the month. The packets should be more than enough until then.”

“Thank you, Ms. Mendeleiev for your help.” Marinette thanked her instructor as she and her friends took their respective packets.

“If it means undermining, Miss Bustier, they by all means.” Ms. Mendeleiev snorted, she looked at her students, seeing the determination in their eyes. “If I was your homeroom instructor… things would have never gotten this far, I hope the three of you know this.”

“We know, Ms. Mendeleiev.” Marinette smiled sadly before she started to smirk. “I suppose we should be heading to the airport too if we want to catch our flight.”

“Penny said that a limo will be picking us up as soon as we give her a call.” Nino mentioned.

“Yeah, let’s call her! I want to see the looks on their faces when they see us flying first class!!!” Kim laughed.

Ms. Mendeleiev could only shake her head before she turned on her heal to leave. “Keep up with your work and keep me posted on your work.”

“Thank you, Ms. Mendeleiev.”

-.-

Tim drank what feels like his hundredth cup of coffee in the past hour, it might as well be his hundredth cup of coffee at this point. He was supposed to be in Paris for just a simple and much needed vacation. But of course work has to come first before anything. This resulted with him waiting in the airport with a bunch of high school students that are to go back to Neo-Gotham with him as part of an exchange program set up by his associates and his old Alma mater.

Now… this wouldn’t be an issue. The actual issue being the fact that the one that did most of the work to make this program possible isn’t even here. Tim doesn’t buy that whole, ‘disciplinary actions’ and all that other crap the teacher tries to shove down his throat. He ignored the rest of it and had emailed the associate that had put this together to send him the report from the missing student.

What Tim read made him wonder what the hell is going on in Paris. It makes it appear that they made the poor girl do all the dirty work and pushed her out of her own project at the last minute. As much he wants to forgo this trip, he has to keep up appearances as a CEO. Plus, who knows… maybe the kid will finally get a break from them.

Win-Win? No… it’s a lost for the girl that did everything she could to get her class to go on this trip. For nothing on her end.

“I happen to know Dick Grayson’s daughter, Mar’i Grayson! We are the closes of friends you know~”

Tim’s neck nearly snapped when he turned his attention to one of the French students. Once look over, and he could tell right off the bat she’s lying. First off… he knows all of Mar’i’s friends, safety precautions and to weed of anyone that wants to use her for connections. Second… this brat never spends a single day in the Manor and knew his own kids!!!! Tim guesses that the fact no one recognize him and assumed he’s some random employee that was supposed to be their guide or something.

Otherwise, the liar wouldn’t be spinning her tales otherwise.

“Why the hell are you here!!!”

Tim turned around to see three teens talking animated to a pink haired adult that is showing them a pamphlet. Considering they were all in the waiting terminal to catch the next plane, the four were blissfully unaware of their surroundings. That was until Miss Bustier approached the group but the woman that was holding the pamphlet pushed the teens behind her. Whatever was said by both adults, clearly made the teacher go on edge and the pink haired woman to smirk smugly at her.

With a heavy sigh, Tim drowned down his hundredth cup of coffee and headed towards what he suspects to be trouble.

“Marinette, Nino and Kim are under my supervision.” Penny stated, her expression neutral to hide her contempt. “I have their parents’ permission, the school is notified and that is all you need to know.”

Bustier’s mouth went agape at the woman’s words, even more so at the sight of her student’s smirks that were directed her way. Those three were supposed to be back at the school, not here in the airport. Not being here, waiting for the same plane as they are. She shook her head and tried to say something when it was announced that their flight is about ready to board, informing everyone to get to their spots.

“We must get going.” Penny said, pushing past Bustier and the rest of the students that decided to surround them. “We to get in line.”

Kim and Nino took hold of Marinette and pushed through the crowd as it appeared their fellow classmates were not planning on letting them through. The last thing they needed is more fuel to the fire by having Marinette being singled out for something she didn’t do. Again. Marinette for her own part, ignored the glares and everyone’s attempt to get her attention. As of now, they are not worth her time.

Marinette did however stick out her tongue out at Lila when she caught the other teen glaring at her. Might as well have some fun for now.

Tim, who had been watching, watched as the Marinette Dupain-Cheng be pulled away by her friends by her… friends? Classmates? Whatever she considers them, considering how majority of them were not comforting the now crying Liar. The Liar kept crying on and on how Marinette supposedly had stepped on her foot on purpose.

“Miss Bustier, is there a problem?” Tim asked, causing the French teacher to suck in a deep breath. Ah, she forgot about him. Figures. “Well?”

“Just a miscommunication is all.” Bustier tried to say.

“I assume that was Miss Dupain-Cheng?” Tim asked, raising an eyebrow at Bustier. “The one that is supposed to be dealing with disciplinary problems?”

“She chopped off Lila’s hair!” One of the teens seethed out as she tried to sooth the Lair’s tears away. “And she just stepped on her foot.”

Tim looked at Lila to see that her shoes were scruff free, her hair… well, it’s in a bob. He could only shake his head. Oh, how much he wants to cancel this trip. He’s close to doing it too. Taking in a deep breath, he looked back at Bustier. “Far as I am concerned, she is not part of this trip. You have no control over them. You, however, have control over the rest of your students. Now go get in line, we are about to board.”

-.-

Tim sat in his first class seat, asking the stewardess for a large cup of coffee. When he gets back home, he’s going to apologize to Bruce for all the shit he ever pulled on him throughout the years. This doesn’t include his own kids, but that is beside the point of it all. He had to deal with a bunch of whiny teens that are going on and on how the evil Marinette getting first class seats while they all have coach. Evil this, evil that, and here he was talking with said evil person, chatting away on her dream of becoming a fashion designer and how the Jagged Stone has hired her personally to design his clothes while he’s on tour.

It also helps that the woman from earlier, Penny Rolling is Jagged’s agent and confirmed her story. From what Tim could summarize what had happened was that Lila Rossi had cut her own hair to the point it was unsalvageable and blamed it on Marinette, claiming the designer did it. No one took Marinette’s side except for her two friends, Kim and Nino.

Despite the fact that Marinette was with Kim and Nino when this… accident had occurred, no one bothered to listen to reason. This caused Tim really regret not canceling the trip for the other Parisians. That was until Penny made mention that there was no point in going up against the girl… at that instant. If the girl wants a to be the center of attention, oh, she will get it.

Tim couldn’t help but laugh at the agent’s words before he quickly sobered up. Despite the fact Marinette and her friends are still going to Neo-Gotham, but they won’t have the same experience as the others… although, thinking further into it, it wouldn’t be all that great of a trip for them if Rossi keeps trying to sabotage them at every step.

At least they found a way to enjoy their time in the city…

“Excuse me, Mr. Drake…?”

Tim looked up at one of the stewardess to see her holding a note. “Is something the matter?”

“You have a message from one… Dick Grayson” The stewardess replied uncertainty, handing over the note to Tim.

Tim took the note and a raised eye brow. He watched as the stewardess scurry of before looking down at the note. Unfolding it to see what was written on it only caused both eyebrows to shot up.

Check the Neo-Gotham news!

Tim pulled out his cellphone and turned it back on. By the time his phone had booted up, he was bombarded by many missed texts, lost calls, and many news notifications all stemming from his home city. When he went to check on the latest text, he got another notification from a news station he follows.

Tapping on the notification and the headline of the article has him quickly making a group call with all the former batboys.

Tomorrow is Here, The Return of Batman!

“Okay, which one of you did it. Which one of you is the new Batman… What did you expect, Jason! I haven’t been in the same country, let alone continent… I don’t know, Damian! Bruce prefers to be alone and hardly bothers to talk to anyone outside of the family… Thanks Dick… Let’s get this straight, whoever this new Batman is, is none of us… That’s what I thought.” Tim pulled his phone away from his ear as Dick, Jason and Damian started to argue among themselves on whatever is going on in Neo-Gotham. Apparently, there’s a new Batman and they have no clue who took on the old mantle of the Dark Night. Or as the Tomorrow Knight as people are taking to call him as now. Taking in a deep breath, Tim put the phone back by his ear. “I’m on a plan heading back home. I’ll talk to Bruce about this… What do you guys mean you won’t be here until then?… Just get here as soon as possible.”

-.-

Terry double checked that he has all of Bruce’s medications counted before placing them all in a small plant along with a sandwich and a steaming cup of tea. If he’s going to be dubbed Bruce Wayne’s part-time assistant, he might as well play the part. He has nothing against it, the old man is giving him the opportunity in becoming the new Batman. Plus, but the looks of it, there was really no one there to help Bruce as often as needed. Mainly making sure the guy doesn’t have a heart attack by doing the simplest of tasks… like saving him.

Terry shook his head as he picked up the tray and headed towards the room where Bruce is with Ace. Taking in a deep breath, he made his way to his new mentor.

Pushing the door open, Terry caught Bruce putting something away in his coat. He raised an eyebrow but made no comment. For all he knew it was other medication Bruce doesn’t want him to know about. “Remind me to go grocery shopping later. For a rich guy, your pantry is pretty bare.”

“Alfred used to keep the place stock…” Bruce briefly mentioned, reaching over to Ace to scratch his head. “Tim mainly just whatever he thinks is best for me…which isn’t much.”

“Tim?”

“One of my sons. You will be seeing him often as he pops by to make sure I’m properly taking care of myself.” Terry could hear the eye roll Bruce did at the mention of taking care of himself. “If you see a thirty something year old male that looks like he’s on the verge of collapsing… it’s him.”

“Is… is this the same man that took over Wayne Enterprises?” Terry enquired, placing the tray on a small table next to Bruce’s chair.

“He is. Out of my four sons, he took the most interest in taking over the company.”

“Got it.” Terry grumbled, taking a seat opposite of Bruce. He watched as the older male take his sandwich and eat it uninterestingly. A thought popped through his head suddenly, causing him to tense. “All your sons were past Robins and the occasional Batman… right?”

Bruce eyed Terry suspiciously before nodding, taking another bite from his food. “Your point?”

“Did you tell any of them about me?” Terry asked.

“I did not. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them barges through that door… right about now.”

Slam!

The doors of the room slammed open to reveal a very sleep deprived male, frantically looking around for who knows what. When his eyes landed on Terry, his slowly blinked over to Bruce and back at Terry before leaving the room. An awkward silence filled the air when the sound of the front door being slammed open and shut.

Terry looked over at Bruce just to see the man still munching on his sandwich. “Who was that?”

“That would be Tim.” Bruce said without missing a beat.

Terry looked taken aback at that statement. The same guy that’s supposed to look after Bruce, the same guy that looks like he’s going to keel over? Yeah, no. Tim looks like he hasn’t slept in months and is need of a proper meal. “…And he now the head of Wayne Enterprise?”

“I’m one of the chairmen.” Bruce stated.

The sound of the front door being slammed open reverberated throughout the seemingly quiet manor. Stomping all the way to the room Terry and Bruce are in. Tim came back, staring at Terry with a wide variety of emotions. “Who are you? Did Bruce adopt you? What’s your backstory? What’s your name…?”

Terry looked taken aback, he looked over at Bruce, hoping for some sort of help. Nope. The old man just took his medication and used his tea to drink it down. “…”

“Well?” Tim questioned, storming into the room. He now stood in between Bruce and Terry, waiting for the teen to answer his questions. “Who are you?”

“His father used to work for Wayne Enterprises.” Bruce butted in, emphasizing on a particular word.

This only caused Tim to raise his hands into the air in defeat as he caught drift on Bruce’s meaning of the words, used to. “Great…. He did take in another one… If you’ll excuse me, I need to talk to my brothers.”

With that, Tim one again left the room leaving being a very perplexed Terry and annoyed Bruce.

“What the hell was that?” Terry questioned.

“…He gets like that whenever he’s off his coffee.”

-.-

Marinette, Nino and Kim did their best to ignore how Neo-Gotham gave them the creeps. It was clear the city needed massive cleaning up when it comes to crime. From what they had gathered, things had deteriorated since Batman had hung his cape for good. Shortly being followed by his former sidekicks. Since then, crime has risen to the point it makes them wonder if the city will ever be crime-free.

Maybe they’ll help while they are in the city for the time being.

“Spots On!”

“Shell On!”

“Show Time!”

-.-

Tim sat in front of the computer mainframe inside the Batcave, on a multi-line video chat with Dick, Barbara, Jason and Damian. “You know him, Barbs?”

“Terrence ‘Terry’ McGinnis has multiple run ins with the GCPD. Even serving a three-month stint in juvie for running with a street gang.” Commissioner Barbara Gordon said, her expression stern and not at all liking the fact that Bruce had managed to find someone to take over the mantle of Batman.

Jason whistled at that. “Damn. What this kids’ home life like?”

“His father was murdered the other night… in order to keep him quiet.” Barbara said, her eyes narrowed down onto Tim. For his own part, Tim wanted to earth to swallow him up. “Something about one of your business partners, by the name of Derek Powers, was creating a formula and one Warren McGinnis was a part of the research division of it.”

Once more, Tim slumped further into his chair as he thought over the business deal he had with Derek Powers. It was nothing out of the ordinary really. They both had something the other needed, and Powers just wanted to use the Wayne’s Labs for further research on a formula. Nothing out of the norm really! This has been done multiple times with different companies in the past. But it appears this time around… it was anything but the norm.

“Powers had Warren killed. Terry found out, and wanted payback. What’s new?” Damian rolled his eyes not at all amused by the entire situation. “I just want to know how he managed to get the suit.”

“Bruce is refusing to tell me anything and all of you know how he is.” Tim said, fixing himself back into the seat before he had the chance to fall off it.

“Does he gave a family?” Dick asked quietly, almost being talked over by Jason demanding Tim to demand for more answers.

Once again, Barbara answered. “He’s now living with his mother and had a younger brother.”

“Do they get along?” Jason asked.

“They do. More so after Terry’s return from juvie.”

“You know something…” Jason mused, he wasn’t facing the screen anymore, paying more attention to whatever was on his phone. “If I didn’t know any better…”

“Which you don’t.” Damian butted in.

“Shut it squirt!” Jason shot back.

“I’m not a child anymore, Todd!”

“That’s enough!” Dick said, breaking up a possible fight. “No more fighting. We’re not children anymore.”

Jason tsk’ed but continued with his train of thought. “The kid looks a lot like Damian when he was around that age.”

At this, everyone turned their attention to Damian who’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, nearly choking on a beverage he was drinking. “Let me assure you, I am not like father who sleeps with random women.”

“…You got to admit… Terry has Bruce’s chin…” Dick pointed out.

Silence…

“Who wants to bet Bruce didn’t wear a condom?”

A sharp ring interrupted any possible bets, Tim reached up and started to figure out what set off the alarm. Pulling up a screen that showed something… really, really… really odd. “So… a ladybug, a turtle and a monkey walked into a movie theater that’s being held up in gun point…”

TBC.

If anyone wants to be part of the tag list, don’t hesitate to ask

#TerRi #Terry x Marinettte #terry mcginnis #marinette dupen chang #ml #batman beyond #dc #crossover #batman #ladybug #miiraculous laadybug #maribat #Part 1

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siverwrites · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alma/Jowd (Ghost Trick) Characters: Alma (Ghost Trick), Jowd (Ghost Trick) Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, FFVI GT AU, Final Fantasy VI AU Series: Part 2 of Final Fantasy VI/Ghost Trick Summary: The royal family has an outing. Alma is still adjusting to a very different clime

The flowers were beautiful and the water sparkled in the sun. It still surprised Alma to see such colour and greenery tucked around the sands. Even the dunes had a beauty to them she was learning to appreciate. She just wished she could enjoy this outing more right now. A headache was building along with an unease in her stomach, and it was cooler here in the oasis, but still started to feel uncomfortably hot. She wiped a hand across her brow and vaguely wondered if there were any issues with plunging into that water.

Jowd touched her arm. “Are you all right?”

“I’m feeling a bit ill,” she admitted.

Jowd gave her a concerned look and took her hand. He guided her to a shadier place under the trees, sat her down and took a flask from his hip.

“Drink this slowly,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

The liquid was faintly sweet, some kind of fruit juice, and cool. Alma did her best in following Jowd’s instructions to sip and waited until he came back with a wet cloth. He instructed her to lie back and she did so letting him take her head into his lap. He folded the cloth and laid it over her forehead. She breathed out at the damp coolness.

“Better?” he asked.

“A bit.” She sighed. “It’s so different here. I thought I was adjusting. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to it.”

Jowd’s hand was gentle as he teased a bit of stray hair clinging to her face away and his fingers were cool from the water. He smiled down at her and for a moment she almost forgot her discomfort in the softness in his eyes.

“You will,” he said. Then he grinned, a flash of white in that beard and his eyes sparkled. “I could always toss you in the oasis. I think I still owe you.”

Alma reached up to tweak his beard. “I seem to recall payment taken myself.”

“Start a new battle. Scandalous.”

She snorted and let her hand fall back, relaxing. “Maybe next time. I’m just sorry today turned out like this.”

“There’s always another day. This oasis isn’t going anywhere.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “But if you wanted an excuse to get out of the wedding early…”

Zeno glanced back toward the palms at the sound of laughter. “Seems she’s feeling better.”

Tabatha stretched out. “Ah young love.”

#ghost trick #gtau #GTxFFVI fic #gtxffvi #alma #jowd #alma/jowd #fictober #fictober 2020

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morgoonasstark · 7 years

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Are you seriously expecting us to take these to the graduation ceremony, Mr. Wright? [x]

#trucy wright #phoenix wright #apollo justice #ace attorney #its done #trucy's cap is red as a shout out to my alma matter #and apollo is just beyond done with this shit #'i came back from my law firm for this'#phoenix is a no chill dad #plot twist that shirt isn't from trucy it's from maya #it's now 3pm #my hand hurts #and i need to sleep #can't wait to wake up and be disappointed in the lack of notes this gets #SeemsGood #my art #forgot that tumblr doesn't put things in tags if u put links in ur posts #so i just removed the link #fuk u tumblr

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endless-vall · 4 years

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The rest of our lives - Thomas X Isobel fanfic

Summary: After winning the costudy trial, Isobel is ready to start the next chapter in her life. Is Thomas ready for his?

Author’s note: Last but not least, I present you chapter seven of this series. This is the last part of this story. Writing this multi-chapter fanfic has been a blast. I’ll definitely write more about them in the future. But for the meantime, this is the end of their story ;)

Hope you like it. Thanks for everyone who read it! Love you guys~

You can read the previous fanfics in this series - here, here, here, here, here and here.

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“We won???” Isobel turns to Thomas, he can see that sparkle in her eyes that’s been missing for the last couple of months.

She’d been tired, over-worked, hurt and worried, but that’s all in the past.

Because she’s beaming, radiating. Her smile is contagious. “We won, Tom. I won!”

This whole exchange is barely more than a whisper. The judge is still disscusing the terms of the results of the trial.

But when Thomas looks at Isobel, he realizes she’s not listening anymore. The weight had been lifted off her chest and she couldn’t be happier.

Or more perfect, in that moment, for all that matters.

And his heart grows too, twice it’s size, when he looks at her.

When he looks at Isobel. His Izzy.

They finally leave the courtroom, Zoey runs up to her mom, jumping up and hugging her fiercly. Luz is right behind her, hugging Isobel as well.

It’s funny how Thomas has been fighting not to see this scene, that unfolds right now in front of his eyes, but now that he’s seen it...

He can’t imagine anything wrong with it.

It’s almost like it was always meant to be.

After Isobel puts the girls down, she turns to Thomas. “God, Tom, come here! I couldn’t have done it without you.” She’s still buzzing with excitement.

Almost as if she doesn’t realize doing it, she flings herself at Thomas and envelopes him in a hug.

Thomas hugs back, like his life depends on it. He hold her tight, close...

closing his eyes and burrying his face in the crook of her neck.

It’s only now... Thomas realizes...

It’s the first time since their kiss that they shared this kind of contact.

And he missed it like crazy. He didn’t want that hug to end. He wanted to spend forever in Isobel’s arms.

All too fast, Isobel pulls away. She looked a bit flustered, as if she did something wrong, as she looks away and scratches the back of her neck.

Before anyone can notice or point out how awkward that moment is, the whole gang gathers around them.

Alma, Eiko, Levi, and even Faye, all congratulate Isobel for winning the trial.

“We should celebrate!” Levi calls and everyone cheers, following his lead. “You deserve this!” Eiko grabs Isobel and guides her forward with her before Thomas can say another word to her.

They all arrive at a nice diner and order some food and drinks.

Luz and Zoey get two fancy chocolate-milk cups and everyone raises their drinks together.

“To Isobel!” Thomas is the one to call first.

“To Isobel!” Everyone raise their glass.

Isobel blushes, only for a second, before thanking everyone and quickly hugging Zoey one more time.

“Food’s ready!” They hear the sound of a bell and Isobel stands up first. “I’ll get it! I’m starving!”

“I’ll help you,” Thomas follows suit, not even thinking about what he’ll say to her once they’re alone.

They arrive at the counter, and Isobel starts calculating how they’re going to get all those plates back to the table without dropping anything on the floor.

“I’ll get those big ones, I was a waiter, I can handle it. You can take the rest of them?” She motions, just about to props herself the right direction and take the plates in her hands.

“Iz, I just wanted to say first-”

“Can we not do this right now?” She asks before he can finish his sentence.

At the look of his face, her features soften, and she speaks again in a much more comforting voice.

“I’m sorry for cutting you off like that, but if you’re going to talk about our complicated not-exactly-relationship then I have to stop you now.

You’ve been an amazing friend, all these years ago and now too. Maybe it’s just not meant to be. We’re clearly better off as fr-”

“Do you know why I pulled away after that kiss and ran off like I did?” Thomas blurts out abruptly.

His cheeks definitely flush but he can’t stop now.

“Because you realized it was a mistake?” Isobel looks as if it physically pains her to say that, but like she’s trying to hide it.

“Actually, no. The exact opposite, if I may say...”

Isobel blinks at him, starstruck. “What?” She asks in a whisper.

“Izzy... The truth is… It felt amazing. It felt right. I felt whole again. I… my heart was beating so strong inside my chest, and the only thing I could think of was… ‘God… I love this woman’. And it terrified me.

I spent two years fighting not to forget Soledad, and all of a sudden I realized I could move on. I could live without her. Everything was happening so fast and I was... Terrified.” Thomas admits.

He thought saying it out loud would be the hardest thing he’d have to do in his life, but the truth was... Now that it was out of his system, he felt a relief like he never had before. That wieght, finally lifted off his chest...

It felt freeing.

“Tom… Soledad will always be a part of your life. You’ll never forget about her… Just… Here, look.” Isobel turns and gestures towards the sofas, where Zoey and Luz are happily chatting about something. Thomas’ gaze softens as he watches Luz carefully.

“Soledad will always be a part of your life. But she would also want you to be happy.” Isobel breaths in deeply, before asking her next question.

“So tell me. What makes you happy, Tom?” She meets his eyes, eyes sparkling with love and affection, and Thomas doesn’t even have to think about the answer. He knows it already.

“You do.” He reaches, almost bashfully, and wraps his arms around Isobel’s waist.

She leans into the touch and he pulls her close.

Isobel rises to her tiptoes and plants a kiss on Thomas’ lips.

This one is much more tender, sweeter and warm than the one they shared before.

This one felt content.

Thomas kisses her back, trying to convey all of his emotions in that single touch of their lips.

“Uhmmmm..... We get it, you want to be gross together..... But some of us are still waiting for their food!”

Luz’s voice calls beside them and both Thomas and Isobel jump apart.

Apparently they forgot everyone could see them talking and making out instead of getting their food to the table.

“Ahhh... Luz, I can exp-” Thomas starts talking, flustered and practically red as a tomato, but another voice cuts him off again.

“If you get married, Luz and I will be sisters!” Zoey jumps and joins them.

“Ohhhh!!! So cool!!! When are you getting married?!” Luz’s eyes sparkle with the excitment, and both Thomas and Isobel’s eyes widen, as their eyes fly up to meet eachother.

“Maybe we should go on a date first... And give you girls the details later...” Isobel explains, her cheeks getting color in the most flattering way possible.

Thomas is... Smitten.

“Now what do you say about helping us getting all this food back to our table?” Isobel asks, giving each of them a plate, including Thomas.

“Yessss please!” The girls shout in unison and giggle together.

As the four of them go back to the table... Thomas get the feeling this is the start of the rest of his life.

And he couldn’t be happier.

#playchoices #mother of the year #moty #thomas mendez #thomas x mc #thomas mendez x mc #thomas mendez x isobel day #luz mendez #zoey day #fanfic #playchoices fanfic #my writing

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 33 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths. RATING: Mature NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

Tags - @skulliebythesea @asimovethroughthisworld @blackcherry26-blog @we-shadowhunter2901

Loki did not know what to say to Ella. He and Býleistr had heard the final few sentences of her and Angrboda’s exchange and since then, he felt as though there was some distance between them.

As it stood, Angrboða and Alma were sent with Býleistr to the area of the unrest. It was to give the impression not that the House of Laufey was doing a show of force, but rather that he was spending time with his mates in the area in hopes that would be enough to quell any unrest that may be occurring.

Since then, the palace seemed almost calmer with the tense air, as a result of Býleistr’s actions, no longer being a sore subject. Loki put on a nonplussed demeanour in front of court with his brother and his mates, ensuring that all saw his decision to secure the line through only having the one Aesir mate who would also remain loyal to him as a decision he stood over.

Loki and Ella ate together for the evening as they had done every other evening but he felt almost ill-at-ease at suggesting she remain with him for the night. Every night since the confrontation with Angrboða almost two weeks previous, they seemed to dance around it before she left. They spoke as they had before but there was a slight awkwardness to it too. When she rose from the table to leave for the night, it became too much for him.

“Ella?” She looked at him curiously. Loki rarely spoke her name. “Have I done something?”

“Not that I am aware of. What sort of a something would you be referencing?”

“With regards to us and…”

“And what?” She asked.

“Well, since we…”

“Are you referencing when you and Býleistr hid in his rooms like two scolded children whilst I put his mate in her place for scoffing at my not being...shall we call it, liberal with sexual partners?” She asked with a raised brow. “And how to this very day, you have not made reference to it once and have been standoffish regarding it, so I did not know what to say about it so I waited for you to mention something?”

“I thought you…”

“You are the one that could not look me in the eye, so I assumed you to be the one with the issue. The shame on your face did not help matters either. So, the question becomes, what is the shame with regards?” She sat down across from him again, her arms folded, curious as to his answer.

When she sat like that, Loki was reminded of the Allfather. It unsettled him slightly. He swallowed as he thought of her words. “Are you angry with me?”

“For what would I be angry?”

“What she said…”

“Is it true?” Loki looked at the ground. “I would prefer if you would say the words, answering by awkward silence is not the nicest manner.”

“Yes.” Loki still did not look at her.

“So you have had... amorous interactions with a number of Jotnar?”

“That is one manner to say it.”

“Did you even like most of them?”

“Not particularly.”

“So, it was mostly just some fun?”

“Yes.” Loki stayed staring to the side. “Yes, just that.”

“Thank you for your honesty.”

“Are you repulsed?”

“Well, thinking of you with multiple women is not really the most appealing thought I will have today, but repulsed? I think that to be something of an over-exaggeration of events.”

“But…”

“What do you wish to achieve with this conversation, dare I ask?” Loki finally glanced at her. “Why are you so adamant that I would be adverse to you doing anything. You already made it clear that you were intimate with Angrboda, why would others be something that would make a difference?”

“It is so different to you.”

“And?”

“You were reared to think maidenhood was sacred.”

“No, I was not. We all pretend that it is but as my brother seems willing to mount a statue with a conveniently placed hole in it, I can assure you, under it all, we are not all so different," she assured him.

“But you…”

“I chose not to because I did not want to. That was my personal choice to not do anything with anyone else but I was not blissfully ignorant to everything. I read everything I could on it, I learnt myself and what I like but I did not take part in the act. My parents did not put some form of a chastity belt on me.”

“Wait, I heard of those things, are they actually real?” Loki shuddered as he recalled the metal device he and his brothers had seen pictures of in a book.

“Apparently so, on Midgard, I think it is. I have heard that King Geoff went there to get some made and puts them on his daughters. Is it true, I do not know, but they do seem to clink as they sit and never seem too comfortable.”

“I heard such too.” Loki had heard that the Light Elf King was overbearing on his daughters. “So you are not too angry?”

“The only thing I am irritated by is your recurring theme of not speaking with me when you assume something. It is tiresome. I feel like I am the only one that is honest here.”

Loki felt guilty at that. "I'm sorry."

"So the question becomes, what is it about me that makes you disinclined to speak to me as you do others? How can I get you to be more honest with me? What about me prevents that trust?"

Loki looked at her in shock. "It's not that, it's…” He sighed. “I do not know.” He did not know what stopped him from fully opening to her.

“Well, hopefully, it will become clearer to you.” She rose to her feet again. “I will take my leave for the evening. Goodnight, Loki.” She bowed slightly.

“You never changed the beds back?”

“If I am honest, I prefer your old bed of late, it seems to suit my back more. I sound like my father when I speak like that, but there is truth to it.” She smiled politely. Loki nodded pensively. She looked at him with a raised brow and walked towards the door.

Loki could see the challenge in her features, he could see her pushing him to say something. “Stay, please.”

“Why? Why do you wish for me to remain? Is it simply for pleasure or more? If it is simply for pleasure, my staying the night is not really required is it?”

Her voice was not angry or hurt, she merely seemed to be pushing him into speaking more on the matter.

“I like having you here. I like that too but you are good company first and foremost.”

“‘That’? Is that what we are calling it? Do you hold intimacy in any regard, may I ask?”

“It feels good, obviously. And of course, for a time, being the smaller Prince made Jotnar women curious so I did not mind,” He shrugged.

“Curious as to what?” In truth, now Ella’s curiosity was peaked.

“Well, a Frost Giant that is not giant, they wanted to see what was the proportioning.” Ella looked at him with confusion for a moment. “With my…”

“No, I grasped the meaning, I can assure you. I get it. I just don’t get how that entered their train of thought.” Ella stated, not wanting to get too into the subject. “It clearly did not deter anyone if the numbers are to be believed.”

“I may not have many advantages my brothers have, but I am still very much able to have the ability to satisfy a mate.” He looked at her with a disbelieving smile on his face. “You do not seem to mind if what you said to Angrboða is true.”

“She seemed somewhat taken back with my little harsh truth.” She smirked. “It is known that though Býleistr bests you with size, his inability to utilise it is well noted also.” Loki looked at her in shock. “Out of curiosity, did you think me surprised by your previous lover’s attempt to shock me? Why do you think I stand so far down the throne room, that is where the best of the Court talk is. Being so much shorter than many others has led to another advantage also, hearing conversations not meant for my ears. I am fully aware of your escapades and have been for some time but I am also aware of Býleistr’s and of how, since returning from Vanaheim, Helbindi is not as interested in females here as he used to be. The kissing thing is clearly scaring some Jotnar away.” She smiled. “Though you should tell him that Greta is actually going out of her way to learn such acts for him as she is keenly interested too.” She pointed out. “And that book he wished to know about...it is hard to get and it is not like I can simply write to my mother and ask her for it, so I will get it for him when I finally get to get back to Asgard for a few days. I forgot so many things that I cannot ask my parents for, I can add it to the list.”

“How do you know these things?” Loki was certain he and Helbindi were alone when they talked about that topic.

“Because Helibindi spoke about it with Arden and he mentioned how he badgered you about finding out the title,” Ella explained. “Asking such information in the main hallway will lead to others hearing.”

“I would think so, yes.” Loki conceded. “I maintain you are not as honest as you appear.”

Ella snorted slightly. “In what manner?”

“I would not be the least bit surprised if I learnt that you had some tricks you knew that allowed you to do something untoward.”

“I am a master of disguise and tricks behind my perfect exterior. I know potions and spells that are forbidden, that would be somewhat frowned upon even in the worst of war.” She smiled sweetly.

Loki eyed her carefully. “Do you?”

“You will have to wonder, perhaps forever, or perhaps the day will come where you may realise it is all a falsity or entirely true.”

Loki felt in his heart that as she never lied to him before, she was as honest as ever at that moment and with her ability to kill with two daggers so proficiently, there was not much to suggest she would not be as deadly in other manners too. He found himself not fearful, but incredibly appealing. “Will you stay?”

“Are you getting blue balls?”

Loki could not help the baffled look on his face. “As opposed to…?” His confusion only grew as she erupted in laughter. “Am I missing something?”

“In non-Jotnar beings, ‘blue balls’ is a way of saying that you have gone too long since mating and it has discoloured your testicles from holding too much seed.”

“Sounds horrid,” Loki flinched.

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t have testicles.”

“Good, that would have led to issues, I am somewhat open to many things in bed, I don’t think that is one of them though.” Ella and Loki looked at one another for a moment before they laughed. “It does not sound like a pleasant infliction, this ‘blue balls’. Here, it is any other colour that would be the issue.”

“Indeed,” Ella smirked at him, noticing the manner in which he was looking at her. “So, you wish for me to stay?”

“I do.”

“Even after?” She asked.

“Yes.” Loki’s response was immediate.

#Loki #others #submission #Submitted fic #chapter 32 #wolfpawn #Pride and Prejudice

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god-save-the-keen · 5 years

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By her side

Book: Mother of the year

Pairing: Thomas Mendez X MC (Tara)

Summary: Thomas woke up thinking about Tara after the twins party. He never suspected that when he see her again, she would be so broken.

Warnings: a little angst but mostly fluff.

Words: 1620

Note: English it's not my first language so I'm sorry if it's something off or wired here. Also, I'm not a lawyer so I don't put much of legal stuffs. I hope you guys like it and let me know if you want be tagged in more Thomas x mc fics, I love this man so I probably keep writing about him 💖

Tags: @blackcatkita lol, you are alone here so far 😂 Thanks for the support girl!!

Thomas's day started like always, he got up, got shower, put one of his daily suit and made breakfast for Luz and him. While he was discussing with Luz why puting super glue in August's chair wasn’t s good idea, he realised that, this morning, there was a little difference. He couldn’t stop smiling thinking about Tara. He remembered her in that incredible dress, her smile and laughter while playing the game in the party and the way her leg touched his. That moment was his favourite. He still could feel the slowly pace of her foot, the intense of her look, in that moment and now too, his cheeks felt like fire. He couldn’t resist the temptation of felt her too, running his foot softly in her leg. Every time any of this thoughts came to his head, he smiled. A goofy, sweet, almost teenager smile.

Luz grabbed her backpack, Thomas his briefcase and they made their way to school. Once they arrived, Thomas parked and start walking toward the door when he saw her. Tara, beautiful as always, leading Rory by hand. Once they reached the door, she reached down and hugged Rory more tightly and longer than normal. He noticed the tension in her shoulders and the fake her smile looks. Something was wrong with her, something that she was trying so hard to covert it up from Rory and the rest of the world. He couldn’t blame her for this, most of the others parents had treated her badly or disrespectfully at some point.

“Rory!” Luz shout and take off running towards her best friend. They hugged, laughing, and started walking togheter.

Tara stand up and a soft, genuine, smile appears in her lips for just a moment when she saw him. As Thomas approached her, he saw how sad and worried she looks, her eyes a little puffy, a frown in her gorgeous face and her hands a little shaky.

“Hi Thomas, fancy seeing you here” She said with her voice more deep than normally.

“Hi Tara! Are you okay?” he asked, with concern in his voice

“Actually... No. Not at all, everything is falling apart and I don’t know what to do! I-I can’t even think how or where start!” A small sob escaped her lips and Thomas, with his heart aching seeing her like this, took her toward his car, away from nosy looks, something that Bernhardt's parents seems to be experts on it. Once inside of the vehicle, he touched gently her arm and her eyes looks at his, bright with tears and losted.

“Tara? What happened?” He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to hugged her, tell her everything is going to be fine, that he was at her side. But… he told her he wasn’t ready yet, maybe acting like that could be painful for her? Confused? Or he just should do it? It wasn’t like he was going to kiss her, right? Even if that though was in his subconscious since the party. While his mind was a crazy race of thoughts, Tara put her hand of top of his.

“Can we go away from here? At least for a bit? If you can…” Her voice sounded broken, like she was using all her energy to said those words. Thomas started the car and drove to a park where he parked in a quiet place. She seat there, in silence, looking at nothing, as if she was waiting for an answer that didn’t came.

“Tara, please talk to me, what is going on?” He said, touching her cheek. She look at him and started crying like he never saw before. At that moment, he forgot all his doubts, and hugged her tightly, feeling how the sobs made her tremble. He just hold her tight, stroking her hair, until she calmed enough to talk.

“He… He’s trying to take her away from me! Guy… h-he wants Rory's full custody! I can’t lose her Thomas! I don’t know what to do! I just know I can’t lose her, I can’t lose my baby!” Fresh tears fell down her cheeks.

“Tara, listen to me” he grabs her chin gently while his thumb caressed her cheek and dried the tears that fell uncontrollably. She look at him and calm down just a bit. “You don’t have to worried, I won’t let that asshole take her anywhere. Even though our justice system fails sometimes, there is no way he can win. For what you told me, he left without asking for any custody arrangement, he hasn’t seen her in years, I doubt that he even know her allergies or favourite colour!” His hand moved to fully hold her cheek, Tara put her hand on tops of his and press her face on it, closing her eyes for a moment, while some tears still fell down.

“You really think so?” She said with her voice taken for crying. He nods without taking his eyes of her. “God, I still can believe Guy is doing this, when Vanessa have me the envelope this morning, I almost fainted”

“Vanessa? His lawyer it’s Vanessa?” His blood started to boil like crazy, his free hand turn into a tight fist and his eyes narrowed with fury. Of course that bastard would hired the only person who seems to hated Tara. She nod miserably. “Well, that doesn’t matter. You are gonna have the lawyer who beat her score every time in law school.”

“What? Who?” her eyes widened, making her looks even more adorable.

“Me.” He said with a tiny smile and his cheeks a little red. “That it’s, if you take me as your lawyer”

“That would be awesome Thomas, even perfect! But…” She looked away, embarrassed, and her cheeks pink. “I can’t pay you” She looked more defeat than ever. “Maybe you just can recommend me to someone or—“

“You don’t have to pay me. I want to do this for you and Rory. Just let me help you Tara.” He took her hand in his and she entwined their fingers together. “I’m here for you, I… I care about you and Rory, I just can’t watch from afar while you face this, it would kill me.”

“Well… if you are sure” a small sweet smile form in her face, she pounced on him, hugged him tightly with her arms on his neck. His hands went to the small of her back and bury his head in her hair. He felt new tears in his cheeks coming from her eyes. “Thank you Thomas”

“Also, I think Luz would kick my ass if I don’t do this.” She chuckled softly and separated a little from him. One of his hands dried all the rest of tears from her eyes carefully, lovingly.

“Oh my gosh, I must look awful!” she said with another chuckled, trying to fix her hair.

“You look beautiful as always” he said looking at her fondly. Her cheeks turn red and also his. “Do you have time for a cup of coffee?” He wanted to be sure that she felt better and, to be honest, he wasn’t ready to let her go yet.

“Yeah, I took the day off but… oh! Thomas! You must be so late for work! I’m such a mess! I didn’t even though about that!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry, I'll take care of that later… So, what about that coffee?” He said smiling at her.

“I would love to” She smiled at him looking more relaxed since he saw her in the school. “Oh, before I forget, here.” She handed him the legal papers that Vanessa give her. Seeing her and Guy signatures make him furious again. God, he hated that guy. After a quick read, he took his briefcase and put the papers on it.

“I read them in detail in the office and I let you know what strategy we are going to prepare. For now, be calm and don’t talk to Guy. That jerk probably want to you explote, which any normal person would do after talk to him for only five seconds” He said before they got out of the car and headed to a lovely little coffee stand inside the park.

After they made their orders and chat about more happy things like the girls, her job, her new friend, Alma, he told her about one embarrassing moment that happen in the office a few days ago, they started to return to his car. Before they could get in she grabbed his hand and he turn toward her.

“Thank you. For everything Thomas, I don’t know what I would do without you.” She looked tired but happier. Before he could answer, she stood in tiptoe and kissed his cheek, letting her lips pressed there a little more that the necessary. Thomas was sure that if someone tried to cook an egg in his cheek, probably could, cause he felt like his skin were burning where her lips touched it.

“You can always count with me, Tara. For everything and every time.” He said while his lips goes to her forehead.

“I know. That one of the reasons I like you”

With his face completely red now, he kissed her knuckles, “I like you too”

They hugged one last time before entering in the car and drove back to the school, where she took her car back to her home and Thomas went to his office. After all, he had to prepared, what he suspected it would be, one of the most importants cases for him. No matter what, Rory and Tara, would be together. And he would be by side Tara.

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Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 32

Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.

Chapter Summary - Time goes by after the discussion between Angrboða and Ella and Loki does not know how to admit he heard the exchange until Ella informs him just what she has known all along.

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