#also this scene is made even better considering the scene that follows soon behind of rayla and callum being like 'fuck the rules were
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Best Underrated Anime Group D Round 3: #D3 vs #D1
#D3: Lots of traumatized minors messing each other up bad
#D1: Prohibition era Mafia revenge story
Details and poll under the cut!
#D3: Happy Sugar Life
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Satou Matsuzaka is a beautiful high schooler who has a reputation for being permissive with men. However, a chance encounter with a young girl named Shio Koube makes Satou realize that this is her first and only true feeling of love.
Telling others that she lives with her aunt, Satou secretly shares an apartment with Shio. Despite her innocent appearance, Satou is willing to do anything to protect her beloved, resorting to desperate measures to ensure that their “happy sugar life” remains intact.
Propaganda:
It is questionable, but in the way that the anime is meant to make you uncomfortable. It’s an uneasy psychological horror. You’re meant to dislike almost the entire cast, so you don’t know who to root for. Yes, the characters are fucked up, but it isn’t glorified as far as I can see.
It made my stomach churn, and I was sobbing at the end because that’s what it was trying to do.
I said it’s not good, meaning it’s not comfortable, and none of the characters are good. But it’s well-written and it’s interesting.
Trigger Warnings:
Child Abuse, Pedophilia (not graphic)
Murder/Violence (one brief scene is semi-violent, but most isn’t shown)
Kidnapping
Rape/Non-Con (not shown, but it’s obvious that it happened/explicitly stated)
Suicide
#D1: 91 Days
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As a child living in the town of Lawless, Angelo Lagusa has witnessed a tragedy: his parents and younger brother have been mercilessly slaughtered by the Vanetti mafia family. Losing everything he holds dear, he leaves both his name and hometown behind, adopting the new identity of Avilio Bruno. Seven years later, Avilio finally has his chance for revenge when he receives a mysterious letter prompting him to return to Lawless. Obliging, he soon encounters the Vanetti don’s son, Nero, and seeks to befriend him using the skills he has quietly honed for years. Set during the Prohibition era, this show tells the story of Avilio’s dark, bloodstained path to vengeance, as he slowly ends each of the men involved in the killing of his family.
Propaganda:
This series has character designs by the art director of Baccano. In fact, the setting of it being in the early 1920s in America is sort of reminiscent of Baccano. However, the story is much crueler and more grounded than that other famous series, even if it involves a similar amount of guns and blood.
The anime follows a broken and traumatized young man fueled by revenge. It’s a tragedy and a thriller and a Mafia series. We see the lengths Angelo Lagusa goes to avenge his family, whom he’s the last living survivor of. He changes his name and leads a double life, getting close to the Vanetti family, who killed his birth family. But in the process of trying to do this, he gets adopted into this Mafia family.
He must wrestle with his morality as he keeps on the bloody road of revenge. People that don’t deserve to be hurt get hurt or killed because of his actions—even dying by his hands.
It's an anime that shows just how far someone is willing to go for revenge, willing to break everything in his path for it. And considering the Prohibition era came to an end in history, was all the trickery and killing even worth it?
Trigger Warnings: Animal Cruelty/Death, Cannibalism, Emotional Abuse, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore, Suicide, Alcohol and Smoking.
This entire series is a mob story so there's lots of guns, blood, and killing. There is an assisted suicide of an important character. Also the family dog dies when the main character's family is massacred in the first episode.
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steve harrington x reader where the both of them are at the halloween party in season 2, and instead of the angsty bathroom scene between nancy & steve, its the opposite & the reader is drunkenly letting out a love confession about him, and its just really fluffy n’ cute?
if you dont feel up to this, no worries!! 🥰🫶
a sight to remember
pairing : steve harrington x ( female ) reader
notes : I LOVE THIS IDEA SM!! my heart is fluttering at the thought of it my lord <33 also my autocorrect went really weird for this one so there might be some words that are messed up in there. sorry. :) SORRY I COULDNT MAKE THIS ONE GN IM SORRY 💔💔💔💔
warnings : none, really - swearing , alcohol ? ( reader is called shit nicknames by billy but steve’s here to help <3 )
the obnoxiously loud music that was bound to have the neighbors call became nothing more than a beat for you to sway your body to, mind and vision hazy from the amount of alcohol you consumed.
the room was stuffy and the amount of stumbling, vomiting people around was beginning to choke the room up. groaning, you downed the last of your cup and looked around, running a hand through your hair as you heard commotion.
billy hargrove, the new popular guy at your school was currently sweaty, followed by tommy hagan and a few more of his minions (you called them) but most importantly, was also sneering at your boyfriend as he compared their success.
approaching him, you bit back the urge to tell him to fuck off, to get out, but steve merely shook his head at you as you came closer. sticking to his shoulder. your eyes were half lidded and you stared blankly, your grip on your cup tightening as you stated at billy.
and he was sure to stare back. he chewed on whatever was in his mouth, eyeing you up and down. laughing, he hit steve a bit too hard on the shoulder. ‘what, called your slut here harrington for help?’ recoiling, you pursed your lips as steve furrowed his eyebrows.
‘hey, leave her out of this.’ he frowned, taking off the sunnies from his costume as you laughed groggily, leaning against steve slightly as you went to cover your mouth. uttering very quietly, you had to stifle your laughter.
‘yeah — fuck off, hargrove.’ the room went silent as only few people laughed, steve being more shocked than concerned as his eyes went wide. he began pulling you closer subconsciously and preparing to take whatever blow billy intended on sending before you hit s gentle smack to his chest, approaching the culprit closer as you stared him down. ‘i’m serious.’
billy leaned down, considerably taller than you as he shook his head slightly. ‘you know, even though you really are such a bitch i never considered you would have it in you.’ remaining eye contact for a few seconds, his hand moved before steve had a chance to pull in front of you.
pulling away in disgust you let out a scoff. the front of your outfit was warm, booze trickling down as you stared at the result with your fists clenched. your now white outfit was stained a brown, and it made you feel dirty as your face flushed with embarrassment. though you were naturally warm the eyes of everyone on you made you set to get out of there more than ever. colliding shoulders with hargrove you groaned, slurring something along the lines of ‘so full of shit’ as you made a beeline towards the bathroom.
gritting his teeth, steve hurried up after you. closing the door gently behind him, he saw you scrambling to clean the drink off of your shirt as you opted to use some tissues, your blinking slowed and movements slightly delayed. choosing to get a better look he saw your efforts become fruitless, the alcohol showing no signs of coming out of the material anytime soon. ‘fuck, i’m so sorry babe.’ he muttered, gently grabbing your wrist as he tried to stop your scratching against the fabric. ‘its — its not coming out.’
‘no—‘ you grumbled, trying to wriggle out of his grip. steve sighed, his actions seeming futile as you persisted. ‘its coming out — just wait.’ while you were caught off guard and your eyes began to droop, steve snatched the tissues and placed them onto the counter, taking hold of your hands. ‘y/n.’ he whispered, seeing you turn your attention to him in shock. ‘come on. let’s go home.’ he murmured, kissing you on the top of your head.
the warmth from the kiss remained though his lips no longer lingered and the very thought made your heart flutter. looking at him your mouth curled into a small smile. ‘i love you.’ you uttered, pushing your face into his chest after your small confession. expression softening he relaxed, leaning away so he could get a better look at your face.
‘what was that, baby?’ whispering quietly he laughed at your drunken state, as you wriggled around in an attempt to hide your flushed face. ‘you love me?’ if cupid was present in the bathroom, harrington wouldn’t be surprised at all. it felt as if an arrow had been shot through his heart, his mind flashing back to the first time you ever said that to him.
‘well, yeah.’ rolling your eyes you tugged away. ‘we’re dating, aren’t we?’ staring at him with a blank gaze, you expressed a giggle. ‘s’what if i love you?’ you leaned closer, a hand rising to toy with his hair. ‘i love your big hair n’ the way you kiss me.’ steve had to suppress a laugh as his face turned a bright pink. you were close, and better than anything; you were his girlfriend. god, he was lucky.
‘oh yeah?’ he smirked, a hand sliding up the back of your shirt. it was cold — the type of cold that you were craving. planting a hot, messy kiss to your lips, you reciprocated eagerly as steve cupped your face in his hands. pulling away, he licked up his lips and whispered, ‘do you like that?’
nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck and if steve knew any better he would’ve thought that you were going in for another kiss - but just as he went to close his eyes you buried your nose in his hair, sighing in content. looking down, he noticed that you were on your tippy-toes in an attempt to reach. wrapping his arms around your waist, he rhythmically rubbed his thumb against your clothes. ‘if we stay like this any more i’m concerned that you’re going to fall asleep.’ seeing that you didn’t respond, he widened his eyes. ‘babe?’ groaning tiredly, you slumped in his arms and he breathed out a sigh of relief.
slowly detaching your hands from his neck, he placed a hand on your back as he helped you regain balance. he took one last look at you before opening the bathroom door and he nearly choked on his laughter — your hair was frizzed, your make up beginning to become faded colors though stubbornly remaining on your face, your clothes slovenly after your incident downstairs. you were five seconds away from falling asleep and to others, would appear a mess; a high school girl who drank a little too much. but to steve, your appearance was a sight to remember, one he would cherish and one you wouldn’t hear enough of in the morning.
— that is, if you woke up in the morning.
you really couldn’t handle alcohol, could you?
but steve had never been more glad.
#stranger things imagine#stranger things x reader#stranger things#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#I LOVE HIM.
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YANDERE BACKSTORY #1
BAE IRENE
• Irene Bae grew up in a very wealthy family, while she never got to know the love of her late mother she had her father who is a famous businessman in Gangnam.
• Even though her father was around, he never loved and care for her like one should. He was all about money and how instead of waiting for what you want, you should just take it instead.
• All he ever taught her was greed, power and dominance in order for her to have a successful business of her own, she never played with toys or was treated like a real kid. She only became what she was simply taught.
• Irene never had any friends in school either, in fact everyone was completely scared of her and was told to stay away due to her father’s power, one wrong move and he could entirely ruin someone’s life.
•It made Irene feel safe at first, but once her classmates fleeted once she entered a room, she felt scared and alone. She never had one to express this too either, her father would just call her weak and to just to ignore them.
• She wasn’t entirely alone, she was friends with her father’s friends daughters, Yeri, Seulgi, Joy & Wendy although she wouldn’t consider Wendy a friend at times, she’s more two faced than she looks.
•As Irene got older, instead of shuddering from other peoples scowls and screams, she took her father’s advice by making people fear her, instead of her fearing others. Soon she became the head bitch in the entire school.
•Irene had got everything she wanted, good grades, awards, dates and was allowed to ditch any classes. Even with all that, she wouldn’t stop. Irene always wanted and had to have more.
•Now when it comes to her love life, it was all about having sex with random guys. She’d threaten and manipulate them to sleep with her in exchange for what they wanted, scholarships, good report cards, money you name it. Irene had her own little sex business for awhile.
•That was until she met Junho. He was the new boy in school and everyone gawked over him. He was handsome, kind and such a gentleman which is something she wouldn’t usually go for, and she was everything he hated in a woman. Which is exactly why she had to have him
•Attracting Junho was harder than she thought, he had no desire to be sexual with her, which is all she knew. Instead, he taught her true love, feelings and kindness.
•Irene became such a different and better version of herself because of him, he made this once selfish arrogant women become genuine and caring. Irene had finally made friends and no longer felt alone.
•It would’ve stayed that way too, but then prom night came. Irene had got all dolled up for him, her chauffeur taking her to the venue. While pulling up, she saw Junho with another girl. A girl that was one of her new supposed “friends”
•Irene felt upset but most of all embarrassed, she rushed to confront him and her. He’d advise Irene that he manipulated her to believe he liked her but in the end fed her the same shame she’d served many times to others.
•Irene was livid seeing them together, she couldn’t focus on anything but tearing the two apart. She continued her night lurking in the shadows of the dance hall keeping a very steady eye on the two, waiting for the perfect moment to get her “friend” alone.
•Finally, she’d left the hall to take a trip to the bathroom, Irene followed quietly behind her. Once they were both in, Irene locked the door and killed the lights. Irene wasn’t entirely sure what her end game is here but she wanted to let hell rain on this girl til she was satisfied.
•Irene banged her head multiple times against the stall and sink, the girl wanting to cry out for help but Irene had already busted her lips terribly, putting them in too much pain to move
•After irene left her bloody body in the dark room, and fleeted the school. The next day her crime scene spread all over the news, once becoming titled the mysterious death of her town. Daddy’s little girl was also taught how to gather and dispose her evidence.
•Junho was crushed but also traumatized by her sudden death and something about that made Irene feel a new sense of power. She wanted to pay her respects to both families, first the girl’s than Junho’s
•She came knocking on his door explaining to his mom how the three of them were so close and great friends, she let Irene go up to his room, where he laid in tears.
•Irene cleared her throat, announcing her presence im the room. She closed the door for some privacy, “How pathetic, crying over a girl you barely knew” she said which made him shocked.
•He sat up and ordered her to leave but Irene only laughed, “You think you’re in charge here kitten? Tsk What a naughty boy” she teased pushing him back down, putting her hand over his mouth.
•Irene definitely reached a new point and even surprised herself a little, but she loved this new found dominance she had over him, “shh shh, it’s okay kitten. Im so sorry that mean girl is causing you so much pain and making you cry like this” she cooed caressing his cheek “but I’m here now, mommy will take care of you. I got rid of her for us”
•His eyes widened immediately and started to squirm under her touch, “stop fucking crying i said!” She spat smacking him, “listen clear kitten, I will kill anyone who gets in my way, so you better start obeying me if you know what’s good for you” she growled
•To scared to disagree the poor boy nodded, agreeing to her terms. It didn’t stop there, for weeks Irene clinge to his side, babying him and treating him like her pet. He hated it but didn’t want another soul to get hurt.
•After five months together, Junho could no longer handle her bullshit. She drove him insane to the point where he wanted to end it all and by morning, he was gone. Irene left him completely alone for the first time and she regrets it so much. Since then, she made a vow to herself to never, ever leave her kitten alone again.
(This took me all day and i still don’t like the ending 😭 but i really really enjoyed doing this and will do each idol eventually! Please request which one you’d like to see next! 🫶🏻)
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You know it hasn’t been confirmed, but I am convinced on the set/studio of ‘Hazbin Hotel’ that they had Alex Brightman read Vox’s lines as a placeholder until they had someone else cast, because like a YouTube reactor I follow was watching the show and in the second episode thought Vox was voiced by Alex from the moment of that first “VoxTech, Trust us with your safety.” line and the following ones about those sweartitles hellTV shows on the Vox channel, and I knew it wasn’t him and that he’d be corrected soon, so I looked up the cast to find out how to spell Vox’s actual actor’s surname properly (Borles, as in Christian Borles) and it turned out the reactor wasn’t all wrong: Vox’s first line, what his voice sounded like over the announcement speaker for “VoxTech”, had actually also been voiced by Alex. Like he had a credit there as ‘VoxTech Announcer Voice’ alongside his two main roles as Adam and Sir Pentious, and I first thought “Wow, this reactor is much better at spotting voices than he even knows, like no one else on the internet seems to have taken note of this online, and he found it accidentally without knowing”, initially he thought it was going to be that Adam had a stake in the Vees and that was why it was his voice, before realising it was a different character (but not that the following voice was a different one), then as he went along and started analysing the cadences of Vox’s voice, how it was echoing characters and voices Alex had done in the past, what I mentioned first then occurred to me. That the initial readthrough/precast lines for the storyboarding were read by Alex, what with how he is a SpindleHorse favourite, doing Robo Fizz and Fizzarolii for ‘Helluva Boss’ before even ‘Hazbin Hotel’, on a separate note he even voiced the film version of Beetlejuice in an animated crossover with ‘Teen Titans Go!’ using the same voice, and I thought (on him doing the readings) that that made sense, that they likely kept in that first line as a little Easter egg, acknowledging the behind the scenes work he did on the vocal side of things. Like I could see them having at one point considered just having him voice Vox full-time, but decided against it for Borles. Either way, brava Alex Brightman. Your voice is a good one.
Woah, this reactor had a good ear!!! I can barely recognize actors' faces in different contexts. Wow.
(Sidenote, TTG had a Beetlejuice appearance? Damn)
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Meet me at the Hanging Tree
Previous chapter: Chapter seven
Pairings: Peter Maximoff x fem!reader
Series Warnings: Murdering, described death and violence, suicide, death for natural causes such as starving, hypotermia, dehydratation and wounding infection.
Series Summary: Panem, governed by President Magnus, is getting ready for the 75th Hunger Games. It's in this Memory Edition that the reader will learn how far one can go for the loved one, even if that could bring her to certain death.
Chapter eight: Feelings
Summary: y/n has to made an important decision: following her instinct or her heart?
a/n: i know it's so short BUT i wanted to update, plus from next week (or so) if God answer my prayers, I'll have more free time to write (whitch i don't really have rn) and I'll be back with a serious update.
also i wanted to specify I'm writing Warren inspiring myself from the comics, not the movies, so he's actually nice here
Lorna Dane wasn't a sentimental person. Never was, never would have been one.
So when she saw Petet running away chased by Bobby from district 6 her first thought was to let him die. Better for me. She thought. Still, she decided to follow them anyway.
Hidden behind a tree, she observed the scene. Bobby was giving her his back, as Peter had stopped for a break. Did he actually think he lost him?
"Well well well. I must say, I'm honored I'm the one who will get to kill the President’s son."
She heard Bobby say. "Look, think about it. Wouldn't it be good to have me on your side? Imagine how many sponsors that could get." Peter answered after a few minutes. Smart move, she'd give him that. But not enough since she knew how Peter wouldn't survive more than one day in the Arena. What was happening in that moment was just the proof of it.
"Hm." Was he actually considering his offer of alliance? God, they were both idiots. She should just jump out and kill them both. She could, she knew she could.
But she stayed still, hidden.
"No, thank you." He finally said. "Besides, I think I'd have more chances of winning with you out of the way." Woah. He really had no idea who he had in front of him did he.
"Sorry for your sister, but you have to go, Magnus." And he threw himself on Peter. But in the same moment, Lorna ran towards the boys and stabbed Peter's attacker in the back.
He didn't even have the time to realize what happened that Lorna's arms were around him, blocking him from doing any moves, and her knife was on his throat, slicing it right in front of Peter.
Blood covered Peter's face, who was literally petrified. Too scared to touch his face and feel the crimson liquid, too scared to run away because Lorna would one hundred percent catch him, too scared to check his hands, probably bloody as well.
The cannon went off, and the President’s son was speechless. Lorna ignored him, moved the body away from where they were and started to look for wood to light a fire- he assumed.
"Aren't you gonna ask why I'm not killing you?" She said, and honestly, she hoped he wasn't going to. Because she didn't know the answer either.
Lucky for her, he shook his head. "I'm just glad you saved my life." Lorna gave him a short nod and kept working on the fire. "You think lighting a fire it's a good idea?" She rolled her eyes.
"I'm not lighting a fire. I'm making a trap for a rabbit or something. I suppose you're hungry?" Peter nodded slowly. "It'll get dark soon. Where did you sleep last night?"
The boy looked up. "I didn't. I climbed a tree but without rope I would have fallen." The other nodded, understanding.
He was terrified of her. But he understood that for now, she was the best option he had of surviving. He didn't trusted her, that was sure- yet he didn't object when she said she wouldn't have slept that night -but he didn't had many other ideas at the moment.
When the night finally came, they had caught a small squirrel which was barely enough for the two of them. When, during the national anthem, Bobby's face appeared in the sky, he had to admit he was feeling relieved. He knew he should feel bad about him, about his family. But a part of him couldn't help but feel glad that it was that boy who died, and not him.
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She harshly shook Darwin awake. "C'mon, get up sleepy head." He grunts. "You could be nicer, you know?" She didn't answer him and turned her back to him.
Truth was, she was angry. Angry because she was so nervous about Peter being dead, she almost passed out when she didn't see his face in the sky.
She should be glad he's alive, and she is. But why does this boy have such a strong effect on her? She's not one who refuses her feelings, not one of those "I don't need boys in my life, I'm strong and independent" woman.
Well, she kind of is. But she also knows her weakness. And she's just hoping Peter isn't one of hers. When she first arrived to Capitol City, she was terrified of murdering someone, she still is. But at least she knew she'd always choose herself over the others. Would it be the same now?
A few minutes later she and Darwin are already back on track, off to nowhere in particular. Looking for water, probably.
There is an unspoken tension between the two of them that she really can't understand and that, after two hours of pure silence, Darwin can't stand anymore.
"Y/n?"
"Hm?"
"Are you going to look for Peter?"
He doesn't know why exactly he asked this question- he sure as hell doesn't want to know the answer. He doesn't like y/n- not in that way -but he has to admit he's jealous of the Capitol boy. How she immediately trusted him, and instead it took him two days so that she could finally like his presence.
And they're from the same district.
Why was she so obsessed with him?
She doesn't answer, and just keeps walking. Again, he doesn't want to do this. But he has to.
"Y/n, come on. Did I do something wrong?" He tries again, and this time she stops. She still doesn't speak though. "Hey, I-"
"Shh."
He's taken back by her reaction. "Shh? No, we are talking about this right-"
"Shut up Darwin!" She half-yell, and there he understands. She heard something. Or rather say, someone.
She quickly looked around, maybe trying to spot said person. The steps and voices grew louder, and now Darwin hears them too. He grabs her hand and hides behind some thick bushes that hopefully will cover them.
They kneel and wait for the voices to manifest themselves, and they don't have to wait for long.
"I swear Kurt, I can't believe you let her go like that." Scott Summers said, clearly annoyed by the other behaviour. "I didn't! She was just very smart- and small too!"
Ororo rolled her eyes, and turned to face the boy. "Listen up, Wagner. I don't care if you're from district two or whatever. The only reason you're still alive is that Rogue here seems to care about you- for some reason- so try to make yourself useful.
She raises her sword to his neck, threatening him with it. "So if we see that girl from 6 again, or anyone else, you kill them on the spot. Is that clear?"
She observes him up and down for a second, then drops the sword and keeps walking, followed by a smirking Scott. Rouge doesn't express herself and follows right after, but y/n could swear she saw a hint of pity for her friend. Or, according to Peter, brother.
The sadness on Kurt's face is evident, and she almost feels bad for him.
"Don't worry about it." Another voice says, a deeper one. "They just want to win, like everyone else. And they just can't seem to understand that not everyone is a murdering machine, here." The voice belongs to Warren Warrington.
Kurt doesn't know how to respond to that, so he just goes after his group, followed by Warren.
Once they're sure they left, Darwin and y/n come out of their hiding spot. "Woah. That was close." She nods, and leans on a close tree.
"You've done nothing wrong Darwin." She says, answering his previous question. "And yes, I want to find Peter. But I'm scared. What if I end up like him?" She asks, referring to Kurt.
"What if I won't be able to strike the final shot when it's time?" Darwin slowly approaches her. "You're strong. You can do it. But don't be ashamed to feel fear. Like Mr. Warrington said, not everyone here is a murdering machine."
She surprises herself by chuckling at that, and quickly recompose herself. "I guess you're right. Let's find some water, shall we?" He nods and walks behind her as she starts to walk again.
She doesn't know why she told Darwin the truth. But after, it didn't hurt that much to be honest about her feelings for once. Didn't it?
tags: @raincoffeeandfandoms @pappachismoth
#peter maximoff#peter maximoff imagine#peter maximoff x you#peter maximoff x y/n#peter maximoff x reader#evan peters imagine#evan peters x y/n#evan peters x you#evan peters x reader#evan peters
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Context and Perspective: How Villains Are Made
Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F Reader
Rating: Teen.
Warnings: None so far.
Chapter: 1/15
Word count: 1922
Summary: The newest member of the Heroics has gone missing and as one of the better-known Villains on the scene, you are blamed. Then your sidekick goes missing. You must go after the Heroic’s leader to try to get them back and clear your name.
Note: This has not been beta read so apologies for any mistakes.
Also my first time writing for We Can Be Heroes and Marcus Moreno although they aren’t really in this chapter.
Being labeled as a villain in a world full of heroes was not easy. First of all, you had to take extra precautions to protect your identity. Not just the same ones the heroes did. If they were found out and revealed, the worst that would happen is they would become overnight celebrities. Oh, poor them. The worst outcome for you would probably be prison. So guarding your identity, who you were out of the costume, became priority number one.
The second was listening to people talk about you like you were scum. Being the villain hadn’t been something you had wanted but you were damned if you were going to join those pathetic assholes who laughingly called themselves The Heroics.
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You had first discovered your powers when you hit puberty. It was hard to control them at first but gradually you practiced and it became a little easier each day. Soon they were second nature to you and you were faced with the choice of what to do with them.
As luck, or fate, would have it another girl at your high school also came into her powers around the same time. Her name was Jess Campbell, and unlike you, her powers were not something she could hide. A physical mutation turned her from a slight 5’ 2 girl into a 8’ tall purple behemoth of a creature. Jess hadn’t been given the choice of a secret identity. Fate and genetics had decided for her.
You remember the day she told you the Heroics had approached her to join them. Jess was still only 14 at the time, and you remember how nervous she was as she told you about meeting the team leader. During the mid-nineties, Antonio Moreno was the charismatic leader, back when you thought the Heroics were actually worth respecting. Jess meeting him was like meeting the lead singer of a boy band and the president all rolled into one. You had been so jealous and had even considered revealing your own abilities at that point.
You had changed your mind, however, when Jess disappeared. Taken to Heroics headquarters to train. That’s what her mother had told you and her other friends when a group of you had gone looking for your shy friend. If joining the Heroics meant leaving your family and friends behind, then it definitely wasn’t for you. So you had decided to keep quiet for the time being.
It was 4 years later, at your graduation, that you finally saw Jess again. She was debuting in her new Heroic persona to give a speech to her former classmates. Violet Giant. You hated the name as soon as your principal said it. It was dumb. Jess wasn’t violet. She was more of a lilac hue and describing her as a giant felt mean somehow. There was way more to her abilities than just her size. But the name was official, so she was Violet Giant.
You hated to admit it, but Jess had seemed to really blossom under the Heroic training. You had known her as a shy girl who constantly doubted her own judgment and intelligence. The young woman who spoke at your graduation was wonderfully confident.
Once the ceremony was over, you had joined the throngs of people crowding around Jess. Some wanted her autograph, some photos, and some like you had been her friends before her departure. Her face lit up when she saw you all.
“Guys!” She had turned to her assistant. Looking back, you were pretty sure the guy was a handler sent to keep her on the job. “Can I have a second with them? Please?”
The guy had rolled his eyes but nodded, and Jess followed you and the others off to the side.
“It’s so good to see you.” She looked at each of your little group in turn. “I’ve really missed you.”
“How come you never called then?” Ashley McMahon, one of your friendship group's more blunt members, had put her hands on her hips. “It’s been 4 years, Jess. None of us have seen or heard from you in 4 years.”
You had watched as Jess’ eyes had filled with tears. “I wanted to. I wanted to call every day. But it’s not allowed. Contact with the outside. I could only see my family at the end of the month. You don’t understand. There are so many rules.” She had dropped her voice to a whisper. “I wanted to leave. I tried to once. But they told me I’d never live a normal life looking like this.” She had gestured to her giant purple form. “They said I’d be happier with them.”
“That is some cult-level shit right there.” Jada Jones, your best friend, had tutted.
Jess hadn’t answered and had looked nervously back at her handler. “I gotta go, guys. It, it was really nice seeing you all again.”
That was the day you decided you would never join the Heroics. But it did leave you with the question of what to do with your powers.
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To begin with, you tried to go freelance. Helping out people where you could. Foiling the odd bank robbery and stopping an occasional run-away train. But as more time passed, the more you attracted the attention of the Heroics. At first, they tried to recruit you. You remember Crushing Low, part of the new generation who had taken over from their parents, approaching you after a skyscraper fire.
“You’ve got talent. I’ll give you that.” He had smiled what you assumed he thought was a flirty smile at you. In reality, he just looked like a smug dick. “Ever thought of coming to work for the good guys?”
“So people who don’t work for the Heroics are the bad guys then?” You spat back, offended.
“No.” Crushing Low shook his head. “But people with powers tend to fall into two categories. The good guys, that’s us.” He used his thumbs to gesture to himself. You had rolled your eyes. “And the bad guys. You have powers, and you seem to want to help people, so I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to join.”
“Maybe I prefer to work alone. Or maybe I just don’t like your stupid little club.” And with that, you had flipped him off and flown away.
And with that, the Heroics had labelled you a villain. Anytime you helped people, the event was twisted in the media. Credit was often assigned to a Heroic who would arrive long after things were taken care of, while your presence at the scene was portrayed in a negative light. Sure, the people you help knew the truth, but they were small voices compared to the massive organization behind the Heroics.
Over time you grew to hate them. You hated their stupid names. You hated how their outfits were referred to as ‘unforms’ while yours was a ‘costume.’ You hated their arrogance.
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Time passed, you grew older, and soon realized you couldn’t do this shit alone. It was time to find a sidekick. As luck would have it, Jada, your best friend from high school, offered a perfect solution.
“My niece has powers.” She told you one night over takeout. She had become a part of your ‘team’ around 10 years ago, providing tech support, costume repairs, hunting down leads, and generally giving good advice. “My sister doesn’t know, and I’m not going to be the one to tell her. The girl needs some training and guidance. I can only do one of those things.”
“What can she do?”
“Ice stuff with a little bit of plant shit like you.”
“Ah, plant shit.” You laughed. “A classic superhero power.”
“I don't need your sass.” Jada raised an eyebrow. “I need you to say yes.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Nope.” Jada shook her head. “The alternative is she ends up with those dumbass Heroics. You want that?”
“Fuck no.” You sneered on impulse at the mention of their name.
“Then you have a sidekick now.” Jada spread her arms and grinned. “Congratulations.”
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Training with Jada’s niece Chloe was going well. You had been able to help her with the plant shit, as Jada had put it, and her ice abilities weren’t too dissimilar to your own weather powers. She was settling into her powers nicely, and the two of you had already helped more people that month than you could ever have done alone. You were slowly becoming a damn good team.
Too bad the media didn’t see it that way. The more people you helped, the more you appeared on the news. That was just how it worked; you knew this. You and Jada thought you had prepared Chloe for this, but it had still come as a shock to the young woman to see herself on the evening news labeled as a menace.
You felt for her; you really did. It had been hard for you too when you had first been called a villain. She’d get used to it. At least that’s what you told yourself as you shrugged off your coat after a long day at your ‘normal’ job. Office work wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills and kept suspicious eyes off you.
Wandering into the kitchen, you pulled open the fridge and eyed its contents. Nothing was jumping out at you, but you really couldn’t afford takeout again this week. So after a minute or two of staring into the fridge, you grabbed some ham and set about making yourself a sandwich.
Flopping down onto your couch, sandwich bouncing on the plate in your hand, you reached over to the remote and turned on the tv. Time to catch up on the news and maybe pick up some leads for you and Chloe to tackle.
The 24-hour news channel flickered to life as you leaned back to enjoy your meal.
“...and no one has heard from the young Heroic since.” A male reporter was giving a piece to camera from in front of a warehouse.
“Are there any leads to what could have happened to Freefall, Joe?” The female news anchor asked her reporter in the field. “Have any of the Heroics you’ve spoken to given you any indication as to what has befallen the newest member of the team?”
Freefall. You had to roll your eyes at the ridiculous name. Seriously? Poor guy probably ran away to escape that dumbass name. You laughed at your own joke as the channel cut back to the reporter.
“No details so far, Brooke, but my sources tell me that Freefall was investigating a supervillain sighting at this warehouse.” Joe, the reporter, stepped to the side to let the camera zoom in on the building behind him. Your heart stopped. You knew that warehouse. You and Chloe had taken out some people traffickers there two nights ago.
“Are you saying a supervillain is behind the disappearance of Freefall?” The anchor’s voice seemed to get louder as your heart started to pound. It was a coincidence. It had to be.
“It is believed so, Brooke.”
Shit.
The reporter continued as the camera centered back on his face. “In fact, my sources in Heroics HQ have told me that a long-time and well-known supervillain might be behind this.”
“Do we have a name, Joe?” The anchor pressed for details, eager to give her audience something juicy.
“Brooke, from what I’ve been told, the Heroics are focusing their investigation on Storm Shadow.”
Storm Shadow? Fuck. That was you.
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From above the stars - Chapter 12
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | ……
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Chapter summary:
Luka and Marinette’s date ends... but not as they expected.
Check the tags on AO3 for the whole fic’s tw!!
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CHAPTER 11 - Date 3 / take care
The weather forecast didn't mention any rain on that day, even if the dark clouds that formed in the evening had hinted it. Haircut and dye finished (with great results thanks to Candy), and after saying goodbye to Marinette’s Trocadero friends, light rain drops started to fall. Distracted, enjoying the calm it gave them to be side by side, Luka and Marinette walked without a set destination, following the river, trying not to think about how their ‘date’ was about to end soon. The pouring rain was so insignificant, neither of them considered covering themselves from it.
At some point, Marinette noticed where her feet had involuntarily taken her and she panicked: the park in front of the bakery. Her home.
What if her mother saw her with Luka? Not only would she know she had lied, but she would also figure out how she had disobeyed her by not stopping seeing Luka as she had asked her to. She had to run- they had to run-
"Isn't that…?" Luka started, noticing the bakery.
"No!" She yelled. "Let's go that way! I- That way is better!" Luka looked at her in confusion, but let her drag him around by pulling the sleeve of his jacket. She turned around the corner, and when she thought she was saved, they met face to face with a big growling angered dog. Marinette gasped, and a flash of memories of her past crossed her mind.
She was terrified. Paralyzed, feet glued on the floor. Her own trembling made her fail to notice Luka was equally trembling and scared, too.
"Luka!" she cried with a thread of voice.
"Run, Marinette!" He yelled, snapping out of his trance and quickly pushing her away as he stood between her and the dog.
She ran as fast as she could to call from help, to the first place she found: the bakery. She slammed the door open and screamed. “HELP!”
"Marinette!?" her parents called, alerted by her tears.
"Mom! Dad! Help me, please! The dog-!" She begged, with a mix of panting and crying. "Help me-! Help Luka!"
When they arrived at the scene, Luka had somehow managed to distract the dog by throwing the basket with the food Marinette had prepared, and it ran away when Tom charged towards it with a baguette, as if it was a sword. Luka sighed in relief as the dog ran away, but his face became blank when he turned to check on Marinette. Her face was pale and her mother's arms were around her, protective.
Their parents had now clearly found out she had been with Luka. They knew she lied to them. Her mother knew she disobeyed her. ‘Oh no’ she internally lamented, a tear falling down her cheek.
The rain intensified over them.
“Mar-” Luka started, concerned, but was stopped by her parents.
"Marinette… go home, right now" Sabine ordered.
"But-" she protested.
"Right now!"
It was rare for Sabine to shout, especially to her daughter. The young woman looked at Luka, and he assented, encouraging her to obey. She reluctantly entered the bakery, accompanied by her father, but looking back at him before closing the door behind them. She remained close to the door trying to listen to what they were saying. The rain was creating distortion in her ears.
"You… I warned you to never come back or approach my daughter!” Sabine yelled. “What are you aiming for!? Revenge!? Making her go through that misery again? Hasn't she gone through enough already!?"
‘What is Mom saying? What's going on? Luka would never make me miserable or take revenge for his sisters. He would never-’
"Go away and never approach my daughter again!" Sabine gave him her final warning.
'What…? No!'
Marinette saw Luka bite his lip before he put his hoodie on to cover himself from the rain. Saying no word, he avoided looking at Marinette, turned his back on the bakery and started walking away under the now heavy rain.
“No… Don't leave…” Marinette begged, unstopping tears falling down. “Please… look back… Please… come back…”
Seeing his figure getting smaller, she disobeyed her parents and ran after him.
"Luka!!!!" She screamed the loudest she could. "Don't go! Don't leave me!" She begged, and if she couldn't go further it was only because her parents stopped her. But she kept fighting.
Luka's feet stopped for a moment. He had heard her, but he couldn't look back. He didn't want to leave. He really didn’t want to. It was hard.
Too hard.
But he had no choice.
He knew that. He had known it from the start. Loving Marinette was forbidden- for multiple reasons. It would only bring them suffering, like it had just now… He knew well enough he would only get heartbroken in the end… And yet… he had been stupid. He shouldn't have let Marinette get attached to him. He should have ignored her when he saw her in front of that tombstone.
"I'm sorry, Marinette…" he mumbled to himself.
His eyes closed tightly and a frustrated cry escaped his throat as tears fell down his cheeks. His fists and teeth clenched, he ran away without looking back. His heart ached at the sounds of Marinette's desperate cry calling for him. Sounds that sounded less and less loud at every gasp of oxygen his body demanded.
"No-!!!" Marinette gasped, reaching her hand to his direction, but soon he faded out of her sight, disappearing into the mist, just like the blueness of his hair had until a few moments ago.
She let her body fall down, devastated, and cried as there was no tomorrow while her parents held her.
"Let's go back, Marinette, you're drenched".
"No!" Marinette angrily refused her parents' embrace and ran to the bathroom to cry her eyes out. She dialed Luka’s phone over and over again and sent him a ton of messages, but he didn’t answer.
Tom couldn’t hide the concern on his face at her daughter’s wailing.
"It's for the best…" Sabine said, heartbroken for her daughter's suffering.
Only after she had fallen asleep, two messages arrived on her phone…
'I'm sorry for the food. I'm glad you didn't get hurt. Thank you for today. I'll always treasure it’
‘Take care'
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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!
Books I’ve read so far in 2023!
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64. Things We Never Got Over by Lucy Score--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Hear me out: The main reason why this isn't a five star read was because something about it kept putting me off. Like, I would pick up the book and think, "I'm really enjoying this, wow!" and then I'd put it down. Then anxiety would hit and I wouldn't pick it up for days at a time. But I've very glad I did.
I loved the story behind this and seeing how the FMC and the MMC worked through their *cough* sexual *cough* frustrations. Their chemistry jumped off the page from the moment they met. Their spicy scenes fed some of the spicy hunger I had while reading this book, but it was how they grew to not being able to be without the other that really got me...even if this was set in a short amount of time.
Let's be honest: this book was massive, but it takes place over a surprisingly short amount of time. That threw me off a bit.
I loved the whole "evil twin" trope because it felt like its own character for the first half of this book. It definitely added a nice twist to the traditional small-town romance storyline! Especially since the FMC was already running away from something in her past.
The cast of side characters were great and I enjoyed getting to know them and watching them grow and just warm the pages of the book.
One thing: This felt very much like a book Zapata fans would love. My only complaint (even though in other instances I would be the opposite of this) is that we had a dual perspective. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed seeing what Knox had to say and what his thoughts were, but one of the things I enjoyed about books like this is seeing the love interest slowly melt as the story progresses. Being able to see what he's thinking kind of took that mystery away for me. I'm just in a contrarian kind of mood, I guess.
Anyway, I really enjoyed this and I'm glad I kept trying to read it. It was definitely worth the fight and I definitely want to pick up the sequel at some point this year!
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65. Hitting the Wall by Cate C. Wells--⭐️⭐️⭐️
I came for the secret baby and stayed for the tough as balls FMC. She was a fighter mom who only wanted the best for her daughter and who loved her no matter what society told her or threw at her. Their relationship was what made this book something so special.
But that MMC was something else. He was so naive and so frustrating. There was so much talk about "family" and being unable to believe that someone he grew up with could be so awful. But I WILL say that I appreciated how he did start to notice certain things and was immediately in dad mode. I do think, however, that he needed a backbone and I absolutely loved how the main character kept calling him out whenever he said, "I'll talk to them".
The spice was pretty good, but also felt slightly basic and a little fast--especially consider the trauma the FMC has of being shut out so soon after their ONS so many years before (when she was 17 and he was 24, btw, which was weird af.)
I did like the mystery behind this and how it carries into the second book. I DO think that one of the things that could potentially be detrimental to this series is how it is potentially intertwined with the other series by Wells. I'm pretty sure something happens in another book in her other series that is referenced in book 2. Also, the abrupt ending in this book where...no one really faces any real consequences was disappointing.
Good thing I liked the second book more.
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66. Against the Wall by Cate C. Wells--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Hands down, this book was better than the first one.
The MMC still had some naive moments like his brother in book one, but his spine was a little stronger. Plus, we all love the misguided guy who thinks the only way to get the love of his life's attention is by teasing her and *bullying* her in front of others, even though he insists that he wasn't bullying her.
I think with storylines like this, where we have two narrators, getting the full story really adds meat to a story, transforming it from a one dimensional bully story into a fully fledged story of a man pining so hard for another woman that he reverts to acting like a child. For example, her commenting that he was acting weird and twitchy, when, after reading what his personality is actually like, the reader knows that he's just nervous as hell.
The spice took a while, but I enjoyed it (even if it was admittedly brief) because we had to work for it. It wasn't gratuitous and it was granted to us after a build up of this relationship being fixed and healed.
But while I enjoyed the banter (I laughed a few times), the surprisingly delicious southern charm, and the thrilling undertone of the mystery and cloud of despair hanging over the town, I really didn't like how the FMC reacted to something she stumbles upon. Granted, maybe I'm broken, but I didn't agree at all with her reaction. Another thing I wasn't a huge fan of, but I won't take a star off for because it makes sense since this is a southern book, but the God worship was...a lot. If it wasn't for the sex, swear words, and innuendo, I'd call this a Christian romance. It was a lot and although it didn't feel preachy, it was a lot more than I was used to in my romance novels.
Also, some of the events of book one are transferred to this one, so that was a great way of continuing the tension from the last book.
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67. Skandar & the Phantom Rider by A.F. Steadman--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
SKANDAR book one took me completely by surprise. I never expected to love it as much as I did, to the point where I sometimes still think about it. I think this is one of those series that has the power to be remembered decades from now because it has so many things that a lot of readers love in MGLit novels: adventure, mystery, a daring group of friends, an outcast MC trying to still do the right thing, and a world that is determined to make the MC's life as difficult as possible.
While book two didn't have the same impact on me as book one, I still really enjoyed it. I loved the twists and that ending! This book follows the MC almost directly after the events of book one, so we are immediately seeing the repercussions of his secret keeping, how the truth of his existence is affecting his new society, and what it looks like to be treated as an outsider in a very bigoted world (bigotry against spirit unicorns). I liked seeing these very really consequences and felt the pain the MC felt when he encountered the people who wanted to either keep him down or take him out completely.
One of the things this series also tackles in a slightly subtle way is grief, its effects, and its aftershocks. It shows us our inability to forgive when grief has its clutches in us--whether it's grief for a person or for a life that never was. This grief can be catastrophic and even world-ending.
SKANDAR also touches on the very real emotions kids might experience: jealousy, moments where emotions are overwhelming but because they're so young they don't fully know how to navigate them, and the fear of disappointing those we love.
This is just a very well rounded book with some surprising twists and fun but dangerous adventure. I loved reading about how these characters find the answers they're seeking, despite everything being against them.
I highly recommend this series!
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68. Charge by Cate C. Wells--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Came for the single mom romance with a biker dude, stayed for the adorable kid and the slap in the face the FMC's dad and stepmom needed after all of the shit they put her through. The level of audacity these people have is so frustrating that that ending was *chef's kiss*.
I love how we're introduced to the MMC in this book because it felt very realistic (especially when he finds out that the beautiful and young woman he was hitting on is actually a very young mom). I don't think I've ever read a romance book where the love interest looks terrified and breaks that "oozing sexual confidence" that a lot of love interests tend to have when the MC first meets them. It was hilarious and one of the better parts of this book.
I think I'd have to dig further into this series to fully appreciate some of the characters since they're only briefly touched on, but I did find it entertaining to see some characters I recognized from Wells's other series.
Trigger warning in this one for the mention of r#@e--that part was rough. Also, victim blaming, and emotional and verbal abuse. Stay safe out there!
I'd definitely recommend this one to readers who love a strong mom who doesn't have an easy life, but has all of the love for her child. Also, if you like a sassy kid who has a huge personality, then this one might appeal to you. And finally, if you like the classic bad boy with a heart of gold and brothers who would ride to war for him, then you need to add this to your TBR.
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69. Hidden Pictures by Jason Rekulak--⭐️⭐️⭐️.5
While this wasn't as amazing as I thought it would be (thanks hype trains), I ended up really enjoying HIDDEN PICTURES.
I thought the mystery aspect of this book was fun and had some pretty good twists thrown in there, even though they did feel like they came out of nowhere. The paranormal aspect of the story gave it that nice creepy vibe--especially the artwork thrown into the story here and there.
The writing wasn't the absolute best. There were some instances that felt very YA, especially when the MC is falling for her love interest. I do love their teamwork, but it was giving me YA Thriller vibes (which isn't a bad thing because I love that genre). I don't know if I'd call this a horror novel, maybe more of a paranormal thriller?
That being said, there were definitely some creepy and skin tingling scenes that had nothing to do with the paranormal aspect. Those scenes made me so uncomfortable and were probably the things that creeped me out the most about HIDDEN PICTURES. Other than the truth behind the mystery. That was some twisted shit.
If you're looking for a fast-paced paranormal thriller this summer, this might be the one for you. Maybe don't read it alone in a dark cabin, though.
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I seek to hold the wind
Chapter 3
Gif by @briarrose94
She had seen Robb be pursued by girls, but never seen him be the one to do the pursuing.
Jocelyn is modest, but steadfast in her affections for her boy.
She blushes when Robb starts to show off during his training and Sansa even goes as far as to call her sister.
“He wants to ride with us until we reach the Barrows.” Ned is somehow oblivious to it all or gives the impression he is.
“Have you considered my suggestion, dear husband?” she asks, thinking he must be pulling her leg on this.
Even the queen has mentioned the possibility of Jocelyn ending the year as Robb’s bride.
“What does Lady Dustin’s daughter have to do with it?” he asks, gray eyes oblivious to the scene playing out in the tiltyard.
As if he had missed the importance behind Sansa and Arya treating Jocelyn like a long-lost sister.
She is mix of her girls, balances them out enough to have them get along even just for a moment.
She likes riding, hawking and knows enough to defend herself.
Jocelyn also enjoys needlework, songs and, to Sansa’s delight, knows all the new dances from the south.
She would be good for her son, even Barbrey Dustin knows it too.
“He danced with her three times, more than he’s ever danced with anyone that is not Sansa.” Catelyn could just say it, but she wants him to see the hints of their eldest having the symptoms of first love before he refuses the match.
“Robb does not have dishonorable intentions towards the girl, tell her mother that.” He does something worse, Ned jumps to the wrong conclusion.
How could anyone forget what Brandon did before attempting to force his father’s hand.
It had hurt to know Brandon Stark had not wanted to marry her until his father forced him to accept her as a bride or lose his inheritance.
Catelyn had not known until she overheard her father and uncle discussing it.
‘Love? What does love have to do with duty? The boy will see reason and take my Cat to wife, mark my words.’ Her father had said before threatening to withhold all trade to the north if Brandon Stark married Barbrey Ryswell.
“No, we have raised him better than that and she knows it. Ned, he wants to marry her.”
At four and ten, both bride and groom were at the perfect age for a betrothal. In fact, Catelyn had been two years younger when she was betrothed to Brandon Stark with the expectation of the wedding and bedding taking place on her eight and tenth nameday.
During peace time, marriages were not the rushed things of wartime. Girls were allowed to become women and boys become men as they waited for the day to come.
During war time ---and with a promise not to consummate the marriage until the bride was five and ten if the groom had any shred of decency--- children were wed to ensure lands do not revert to the lord paramount or worse the Iron Throne.
Robb would be five and ten soon, Jocelyn would celebrate her name day in the next week. A long betrothal would give enough time for Ned to be settled enough in Kingslanding to return for a visit and have the king attend the wedding as well.
“I will speak about it with him during the hunt tomorrow, Cat.” Her stoic husband said resigned, as if he were condemning Robb and not agreeing to a good match.
It is not a no but is not a yes…yet.
It is a great shame the queen has refused to attend the king’s hunt.
Jo had brought her Gyrfalcon, Morrigan, hoping to show her off and now both lady and falcon are stuck in their respective cages.
No matter, she can find her own amusement instead of having to sit inside with all the ladies. She doesn’t have anything against them, but Jo had hoped to spend the day with Robb now that mother had hinted at a betrothal.
Mummy dearest cannot say no if her liege lord demands it, Barbrey had muttered to herself after Jo made the mistake of telling her that Robb expressed hopes of seeing Barrow Hall when they escort the royal party south tomorrow.
In her escape from polite society, Jo finds herself following Bran’s wolf out of curiosity.
He has no name, not even one feels right with Brandon who last night asked her for suggestions.
They go past the guard house where only a handful pay them any attention, and none feel compelled to follow.
The wolf takes her right to the broken tower and the first keep. The buildings had not been built by Brandon the Builder, so they had not survived a great fire by the looks of it and yet the stone is still as solid as the rest.
Makes for good climbing, or so Bran had whispered to her when he convinced Robb to let him tag along with them for a tour of the castle.
And sure enough, Brandon Stark is climbing the side of it like the little monkey one of the Southron ladies keeps as a pet.
He waves at her and pauses for a moment before pointing to the window she cannot see well from the spot she is standing on.
What could he mean?
Was there someone in the ruined keep? A servant, a knight from the royal party having a romp with a whore, or some animal hiding from the cold there?
The boy continues climbing toward the window just as the girl follows the wolf leading her to a spot where they can get a better look at his owner.
A heartbeat later, a man’s arms shove Brandon out the window he went through and the boy lands with a sickening sound just a foot away from Jocelyn.
The girl screams, the wolf howls and the murderers make the mistake of assuming Jocelyn cannot see them as they hide up there.
Jocelyn Dustin is four and ten years old when she discovers Queen Cersei fucking her brother, Jaime, and pushing an eight-year-old boy to his presumed death.
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Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022, dir. Ryan Coogler) - review by Rookie-Critic
Okay. Black Panther: Wakanda Forever. As with all MCU reviews, this will be vague because I know at least some of y'all have not gotten a chance to see it yet. Does it live up to the near-insurmountable legacy the first one left behind? I think not. However, as mentioned, that was going to be almost impossible, and it shouldn't take away from how great Wakanda Forever really is. Firstly, and unsurprisingly, Wakanda Forever serves as a way to mourn the loss of Chadwick Boseman and King T'Challa, and it is in these moments that the film works best. It is unfortunate that this is mainly felt in the opening and closing scenes of the film. That's not to say it is only in those moments, because it's not, Boseman's presence is felt throughout the entire film, and I think that works both for and against it (even though the latter is not in any way the fault of the filmmakers).
Boseman is missed. Letitia Wright, great actor that she is, has the slightest amount of trouble carrying the film on her shoulders. Thankfully, she doesn't have to entirely. Angela Bassett, an absolute legend, gets to own her fair share of screen time reprising her role as Queen Ramonda, and, in a lot of ways, is just as important as Shuri is to the overall story of the film. Also really bringing it is newcomer Tenoch Huerta Mejía as Namor, the Sub-Mariner, who is a character that has been hotly anticipated for quite awhile by comic book fans. Mejía was, without a doubt, my favorite part of the film. Following up a villain like Erik Killmonger/Prince N'Jadaka is no easy feat, and they pulled it off without even breaking a sweat. Mejía commands your attention, and his cause and reasoning for wanting to do what he wants to do is every bit as empathetic as Killmonger's was the first time around. Dominique Thorne is also incredible as Riri Williams (who comic book readers probably know better as the new-age hero Ironheart). Where Multiverse of Madness failed in their portrayal of America Chavez, Wakanda Forever absolutely succeeds in their portrayal of Riri, and I can't wait to see more of her in her upcoming solo series on Disney+.
It isn't without its problems: a lot of the late stage decisions/revelations feel a little unearned, a big bulk of the middle of the film feels unneeded (and at a whopping 2 hours and 41 minutes, there definitely could have been some fat trimmed), and I could have used about a million more percent M'Baku. Winston Duke is an absolute scene-stealer and deserves so much more screen time than he is given. Not only as a comedic character, but surprisingly as a dramatic one as well. In a way, I'm glad the movie did not try to beholden itself too much to the original, it helps it stand a little better on its own two feet. In another way, though, it loses a little of that magic that made the original one such a triumph of modern film making, even if it was only a little. Regardless, Wakanda Forever shines very bright, and I like to think that part of that is Chadwick beaming at how well his MCU family is doing in his absence.
Score: 9/10
Currently still playing in some theaters, but is probably on it's way out. Look for it soon on Disney+.
I'd also like to point out that this film is led almost entirely by women of color. Letitia Wright, Angela Bassett, Lupita Nyong'o, Danai Gurira, and Dominique Thorne could all be considered main characters in their own right here, and that is something worth majorly celebrating.
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THE SWEET SIDE OF SUMMER
Last summer is never to be spoken of. This is the one thing Dipsi made clear when he invited Fleur to the Hidden Garden this year. Only on a technicality is she old, but for the festivities this year, she is new, and she is meant to be showed around the rest of the seasons so she can familiarize herself with the bookended weather.
Fleur is an elegant fox, after all. She does not appear to be that serious, but Dipsi can never be sure of what to expect, especially after Astral made a huge scene about what is an is not appropriate for a god’s behavior. And while, yes, Dipsi does recognize that Astral is wiser than he, he has never been a fan of the pompous fox.
Astral is constantly cradled by the All Mother and Dipsi especially does not like that fact.
He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, though, when Fleur makes herself known. And it is true what has been said about her. She is immaculate. A fine and dainty flower made fabric and mist. She carries herself with an airiness that seems fitting for the embodiment of Spring. Dipsi is more the heralder of summer but only in an official capacity. This is what he wants.
To revel in his true spontaneity is to see the churning seas of madness and be enveloped in it. To become one with the unknowable darkness and to drown in the froth of the expanse. This is a part of himself that he hides better when he is awake.
Fleur has not seen this part of him as far as he knows, but it is extremely possible that she will. The way her tail flares out in the ocean winds is enticing and Dipsi cannot help but be smitten.
It is only natural for the summer to be mesmerized by the spring. Just as the fall is meant to bite at the heels of the sun as it retreats. They are equally cool in different ways. One brings the end of winter’s wrath with warming rains and one chases the heat away to drag out the snow on a tailwind.
Dipsi, however, also does not care for the Mini God.
“Pleasure to see you, old friend,” Dipsi says as he sweeps with a low bow. The oceans along the shoreline bow as well and the waves are ridden by the mortal fox in adventurous joy.
“No, please,” Fleur responds. She is coy and she hides behind a soft voice wreathed in flower petals. Dipsi is not tricked by this softness. Her wits are sharp. She is a bringer of life and a bringer of death. “The pleasure is all mine. I fear that am unfamiliar with your section of the realm. My apologies. Sometimes sleep is hard to break.”
“Ah,” Dipsi replies. There is a curtness there, like sweltering heat cutting through the shade. He is not mad, no never, but he is not eager to follow that train of thought. “Allow me to introduce my domain then. I am Dipsi, God of the Seas and Heralder of Summer. Lord of the Sea Palace and Father of Crabbots.”
“Cute little guys, I must say.”
Dipsi smiles. “Thank you. I consider them my finest work if you can believe it.”
“I’ve read the archives.”
Fleur dances away from him, tilting her hands so her scythe digs into the sands of the shore. She can see the edge of the Hidden Garden just beyond a dilapidated fence. The Hidden Garden is well known for the escapades that take place there. The center of the Realm’s soul, she thinks. It’s appropriate.
“Well read,” Dipsi says. “I find that to be interesting. Usually the archives go untouched by the new threads. At least until boredom takes hold. Is your existence so fraught with the mundane that you turn to the archives so soon?”
Fleur returns Dipsi’s smile with one of her own. “No need to get too antsy, I did keep my nose out of your business while I was there.”
There is visible relief on Dipsi’s face, though his fins still flare and he gets haughty looking. Looms unintentionally in the churlish grip of his own madness. He will not take her, but his senseless chaos can only be held at bay before so long. Not even the other seasons are free of his influence, just as he is not free of theirs.
“I wouldn’t assume the worst of you,” he finally says. The waves calm and there is verbal protesting from the surfers. “It would be rude of me to display my might to such a nubile fox. You have yet to truly grow into your role. I’m only supposed to show you to the mortal foxes and let them treat you to their hospitality.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Astral will be on your back until you accept. Once you have your footing, then he is far more likely to leave you be. At least until he wants another story from you.”
Fleur laughs. She can’t help it. “You think so little of him.”
“I do not!”
“I can sense it. It radiates off of you like wilting flowers. Your temper is too hot and you are quick to anger. But I suppose I should expect at least that from the Lord of the Seas. Heralder of Summer. Many many titles.”
She is making fun of him and he can feel it in every fiber of his being. It seems, at least to him for now, that Fleur is just as cantankerous as the Mini God. The bookends are always trying to close around his life and he should have seen this coming. Another babysitter for the churning madness. Dipsi deflates a little, but Fleur does not appear to care.
“I didn’t say that like it was a bad thing, did I?” Her voice is challenging. She is too quick.
“No,” Dipsi says. “But you could at least see what there is to offer before you assume the worst.”
“I think I can do that for you.”
They enter the garden together.
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The fanfare that rises when gods enter the Hidden Garden is often fraught with a myriad of powerful emotions. Most are in awe, which is widely considered to be the correct response to seeing the behemoths that are the gods of the realm. Some are more reserved. A respectful acknowledgement with the understanding that god business is likely far more important than anything else going on in the garden.
Dipsi has many conflicting feelings as well. He revels in the praise he gets from the mortal foxes. He loves them in his own way. Is perfectly willing to grant them the ability to breathe underwater and make their own adventures in his domain. He is even willing to allow them to be bold when they know they should not be.
He also hates them viscerally. It is the madness that wants to take them and render them into blankets across the sand. It is the madness that wants to return them to their previous lives, only to try and try again to leave the realm of dreams. It is his madness that will devolve and churn and roil without hesitation and without recourse. Any who fall in the way suffer the same fate.
Even his physical body, Astral, Fleur. Even the All Mother if she were to lay before the thing she made.
But he does not act on these impulses when in the waking world. He is contained when he is washed in the praise of mortals. He supposes that this is as good a place as any to start. When he gestures to Fleur, the mortal foxes are filled with curiosity. They had never seen this fox before. She is so large. Larger than any Scarfox they had ever seen previously, thus cementing her status as a god almost immediately.
“You have to show them that you care,” he says. “I do this by talking to and with them. I make their summers grand and hot. Filled with fun. You can do the same. Perhaps with your power over the plants and in the spring. We are in the Hidden Garden after all. This can be your place to show them what you are made of.”
Fleur does none of these things. She will not gesture and bow and wave. She will not show the mortal foxes what she is made of because she knows that she does not need to prove herself to anyone, least of all the mortal foxes who will worship her and throw themselves at her feet. She does not see the point in this, as her role far surprasses anything that any of these individuals would do.
Surely, she reasons, Dipsi realizes this as well. She does look to him, though, and she sees the churning madness that swirls around his aura. She can see that it leaks out of him as he brandishes his magic for the mortal foxes to enjoy. The crispness of the water in the Hidden Garden’s pools, remade into the ocean for only a moment before the mirages dissipate.
The mortal foxes love him, Fleur notes. They cannot get enough of his beautiful glittering fins and his bold colors. He speaks so loudly and frolics and plays with them. And he accepts their offerings of food and shells. It is like they cannot see what lies just beneath the curves of his waves.
Fleur suddenly does not want to be here anymore. She is a liar after all. She tricks the world into believing that the warmth of spring has come to stay before she reaps the ones too hasty. Flower, fox, animal. They all will fall to her cold snaps if they come too soon. Hers is not a power of glee. She is underestimated. Even here, she is underestimated.
But she does not snap at Dipsi or any of the mortal foxes. How could she? Dipsi’s overwhelming heat would dry her out and leave her a mess of fabric in the breeze. She knows that Dipsi’s might is that of an order of birth. The seas came first, the lands followed suit. The only one outside of this is Astral, who is the All Mother’s right hand. The lorekeeper where she cannot be. It is not the job of the creator to keep the records after all.
“Do you have doubts?”
Fleur spins around and Astral is beside her, tiny by comparison. Dipsi has long since left her to her own devices. He cannot rush her into action just as winter is not able to. Astral smirks at her and she does not appreciate it. She wants to sweep him away but she will not want to deal with the All Mother’s punishment. The lorekeeper does just that. Astral will be gone before the day is up, sniffing after the mundane to catalog it.
“It is normal to have doubts about mortals, I suppose.”
“Not quite what I meant, deary,” Astral replies. His tone is neutral, but Fleur suspects he’s here to see her progress as well. “He can be a handful sometimes.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“And,” Astral’s tone is pointed but still not threatening. “I hear you’ve been in the archives.”
“They are free to peruse, isn’t that right?”
Astral shrugs. “I suppose that is true, but you do know that if you peer into the lives of others, they will want to do the same to you.”
“I’m afraid I haven’t had much of a life,” Fleur replies. She does not like this conversation.
“When it comes to the sea, the length of the life does not matter. Surely you’ve picked up on it.”
“And is he a danger to me?”
Astral shrugs again. “He is a danger only if you cannot withstand it.”
Fleur sighs. “I will not be rushed.”
“This I know.” Astral offers her a reassuring smile, but she is not looking at him. The sooner he fades away, the better. “But he is far more patient than you, even if he is a bit loud at times.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Only if you think it is.”
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When Astral finally leaves Fleur to her godly duties, she is left with a lingering feeling of discontent. When she was created, the All Mother told her only to bring in the spring and see off the summer. To allow the seeds to spread and thrive. To allow the animals room to reproduce. To embody such an abstract concept and to fill the realm with her influence.
And she cannot deny the fact that she is new. Even though Dipsi is doing his best to show her around, she is new and she is vulnerable and she is so easily entangled in something that should not be there. Is it wrong for the summer to be so invasive? Or is she just upset at Dipsi’s lack of subtlety? It is hard to say at the moment, though, thankfully, Fleur finds that the mortal foxes are leaving her alone as well. At least for now.
When she goes to explore, Dipsi is never far behind her, but even he is giving her room to breathe. Occasionally he will say something, explain a bit of the magic that is inherent to the Hidden Garden and Fleur will sometimes say something back to him, but most of the time she is just absorbing the feelings. Testing the limits of her ability to resonate with the realm and adhere it to her influence.
In the Hidden Garden, it is much easier than it had been on the beach. Fleur knows it’s the work of the Mini God who keeps this place running fairly well even during the off seasons. Fleur feels the invitation to leave her own mark, which she hesitates to allow.
Whenever she is granted her own territory, she will not want just anyone to come in and try to tame it. She is wild when she wants to be and she will snap and splinter if she needs to. If it brings in the new and sweeps out the old. This is something she wants to be exceedingly clear.
“Is it feeling a little more comfortable for you?” Dipsi asks. He wants to drap an arm over her shoulder. He’s feeling particularly friendly after battering away the madness for long enough. In a way, he’s almost a normal fox. Large, sure, but normal.
“No,” Fleur says. It is a joke and Dipsi recognizes that.
“Well, if you still aren’t really feeling the vibes,” he replies, “Then you might be interested in something that the mortal foxes have cooked up. They make food, you know. I feel like I said that before.”
“You have.”
“It’s honestly the best part after the shells. There’s this one roast that I had last summer and it was to die for. I very nearly did.”
“Only in your dreams, right?” Fleur is careful when she speaks and Dipsi hears that in her and recognizes the fear. She knows and this spooks him a little.
“Not quite,” Dipsi says. “Astral was here, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, but he didn’t say anything.”
“So your trips into the archives, then?”
Fleur nods but she shows no shame. “I do my due diligence. I will not fall by the wayside between the blistering cold and the sweltering heat. That is not my nature, that is not my purpose. I am supposed to relieve the winter and prepare for the summer but I do not know how to prepare for the madness.”
Dipsi moves away from her and in his shadows, threads wriggle in the heat. It’s almost a mirage, but Fleur is not tricked.
“You are quite the ambitious one.” Dipsi sounds calm, and his voice is even soft. Softer than it ought to be. “You really should mind your own business when it comes to these things. You cannot withstand me.”
“I think I can do just fine,” Fleur shoots back.
Her scythe is to her side, as Dipsi’s trident is to his. They have not raised their arms towards each other yet, but the Hidden Garden is very aware of them. The eyes of the native fauna are trained and keen. The mortal foxes who celebrate the sun are driven away by coincidence.
“Is this your quirk?” Dipsi asks. “Are you going to be a thorn?”
“I don’t know yet. Why are you suddenly so defensive? Will you unravel me if I stand up to you?”
“I would never do such a thing on purpose.” Dipsi’s trident twitches, draped in threads and wobbling as the water on the beach swells. The mortal foxes do not know how close to danger they are. “When you embody the season, you take all of it with you.”
“You were only the lord of the seas before you were gifted the sun.”
“That was not my decision.”
“But you still nearly ended the realm.”
“It would have lived on.”
“I don’t know what you think will happen if you keep deflecting me,” Fleur says finally. “You know that I am here to temper you for at least a little bit before you destroy everything in your path. That’s what my quirk is.” There is a long pause. “And I am not that keen on being adhered to you so readily. I was made to deal with you, and that makes me not my own force of nature. Is that something you think should be? Should I just be the buffer to you?”
Dipsi’s face falls. “I did not ask for this.”
“And neither did I.”
The silence between them weighs like an anchor. Dipsi is brought down further in the depths of his own design and Fleur reluctantly keeps the ropes tied around his feet. She really was made to temper him and while this upsets her to no end, she does not hate Dipsi in the same way he hates himself. She hates him even more. More than she could ever truly realize at such a young age comparatively.
But now is the not the time for them to war. So she releases that pent up breath and her mist eases out of her like a floral wreath, revitalizing the trees around them and bringing about colorful blooms.
“So what is this about a roast?”
Dipsi smiles in response.
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pairing: dom!bangchan x bratty sub!reader
genre: smut
word count: 2.1k
warnings: +18, night club, mentions of alcohol, teasing (with minho), jealousy, possessiveness, bratty behavior, explicit sexual content, bathroom sex, choking, pet names, degrading, slight humiliation, fingering, oral sex (m), rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe please), cumming, creampie
note: so the original idea was a request from my friend about chan in a night club, but after that teaser i can't get out of my mind that scene of him choking hyunjin from behind. so, this is a mix of both things, i hope you like it!
as always, i’d like to clarify that english is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any mistakes, and feel free to give me suggestions<3
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you ended up in the night club again with your friends; another night when you don’t know why you are there. it’s been a rough week, full of work and with stressful exams, so your friends insisted on getting you out to distress yourself a little bit. but between the time you’ve spent on getting ready plus all the sweaty people pushing you all around right now, you could swear you would’ve been better in your bed watching a movie or something, or even sleeping. it’s been already an hour maybe? you don’t know so you go straight to the bar to get some drink to see if time gets faster; hopefully it’ll make you less grumpy.
but when you are there, you see him on the vip section of the first floor. chan is there with his friends, talking and looking good as he always does. you start feeling like the night could maybe get a little more interesting, but when you get to see him talking with a girl that feeling changes to anger. sure, you agreed on being friends with benefits -if that was even a title or smt- so you both could be with anyone else you wanted, always respecting each other. so if he didn’t know you were there, in the same way you didn’t know he was coming too, it was okay if he wanted to be with someone else, right? but all the logic didn’t seem to care to your emotions, because you were now in a horrible mood.
you took your drink from the bar and drank it in less than a minute without taking your eyes off him and that girl. that dumb girl, she really thinks he’s hers tonight. but it’s stupid to feel like fighting over a man, so you get your mind clear and go back with your friends to tell them what you just saw to laught about it.
but when you look up again, you see chris leaning on the railing looking at you. he smiles when he notices your stare and waves at you, and after you wave back he makes gestures to let you know you can go there with them. you really wanted to play hard but you go there with your friends, following his instructions like a puppy obeys his owner.
“hey princess, you didn’t tell me you were coming” he greets you with a smile on his face. “yeah, the girls insisted on going out to destress a little bit, but i think i would have been better sleeping” you answer, trying to hide your growing excitement to see him there. “oh don’t be grumpy y/n, it’s early, we can still have a good night” he said in a cute and smirky way, an attitude that you hated and loved at the same time.
“yes i see you were already having a good time” you answer, and chris looks kinda confused. you point with your eyes to the girl he has been talking to, and he smirks at your reaction. “don’t be jealous princess, i was just talking”
you rolled your eyes at his stupid answer, and he just smiles. you hated how flirty he was and his fuck boy vibes, but there was something about him that eventually made you like him; maybe way too much. it all started as just a sex partner, but since day one you discover he was actually a super sweet, caring and fun guy, so you got really atractted to him in a matter of time. friends with benefits sounded right for both of you, but you always wanted more from him. maybe it’s his fault, cause he’s always giving you everything you want, but not only sexually; he is a pleasant man, you know he would give and do anything for his girl. and you wanted to be that girl. his only one.
and especially tonight. how could someone be so fine? he was all in black as always: black pants, black leather jacket and a black silk shirt that let you see his whole chest. “what a fucking fuck boy” you said to yourself, trying to hate him.
“what do you wanna drink, babygirl?” chan said, bringing you back from your thoughts. “your favourite one?” he continued while taking off his wallet from his pocket. you knew he was just doing it to show his hands; chan knew exactly the power his hands hold on you.
“yes, please” he smiles at your answer and goes to the bar for your drink.
but as soon as he goes, minho comes to you. “come on change that shitty face and dance a little y/n” he says while grabbing you from your arms to force you to dance with him. he takes you maybe way too closer to his body considering he is chris’s friend. but you think to yourself that maybe it’s a good idea; using this to get chan’s attention, to look at you, to make him jealous, and taking advantage to dance with a man so fine like minho. you wouldn’t be with him, sure, he is his friend; but it would be nice to at least flirt with him a little bit.
you sincerely got lost while dancing with him, so close to each other; till you notice chan looking at you both while leaning on the railing with the two cups on his hands. he looks at you in a challenging way, like wanting to see how far you can go.
and you accept the challenge, getting minho even closer to your body without cutting the eye contact with chris; you can see how his eyes turned darker, and you just smirk at his reaction. you dance a couple more minutes with minho, his hands on your waist, yours on his neck; after deciding it was enough teasing, you go back to chan playing the innocent. “he was helping me to cut out the bad mood, he’s so sweet. thank you for the drink channie”
“yeah i see, you should hang out with him.” he answers, his look darker; you prouder. “oh you think so? i mean, he seems to want to help me out to not be bored.” you answer, loving to see how your dumb plan worked.
“oh you just want to have fun, mh?” he says in a dark way, making you feel nervous and taking a big sip from your drink. “i know a place when you could have fun”.
you finished your drink in a couple of seconds, so he just takes your cup away from your hand. “why don’t you follow me, princess?”
he lefts the cups in the table, and takes you by the hand to guide you through the place. he talked to you calmly, but you knew he wasn’t not only because of the way he looked at you, but also cause he was holding you rough.
“get in, princess” chris says, letting you place to came in the bathroom. you get shocked; is a public space, but you are feeling so aroused with this situation that you just got in. chan locks the door behind you and turns you around to put you against it, resting his hand above you.
“you’ve been such a bratty, babygirl” he says, using his free hand to caress your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck. “if you were just bored, you should have told me instead of acting like a slut with my friend” chan continues while adding pressure on your neck, making you shut your legs from the feeling. he notices it and smirks in a mocking way. “are you already turned on, y/n? are you that desperate?”
he keeps on adding pressure, driving you crazy. you felt your panties getting wetter as every second passed by. so you decided to keep pushing his limits. “you’re not the only one who pays attention to me, chris. you should try better” his smile turns devilish.
“do you want me to remind you how good i fuck you, y/n?” he keeps choking you, but uses his other hand to touch you under your skirt. “do you want me to remind you whose name you repeat endless times while moaning?” he moves your panties to a side and start touching your pussy while still choking you, making you moan at the feeling of his cold hands rubbing against your clit. he laughs mockingly again at your desperate face.
“did you get this wet while dancing with minho? do you prefer his fingers over mine?” he never desease the smirk on his face, his nose touching yours and the feeling of his heavy breathing so close to you while you were cutted out of air made you go crazy. but you let out a moan after he gets two fingers inside you, making him laugh again.
“tell me, princess. tell me whose are you” you wanna answer, but he curls his fingers inside you while increasing his pace and makes you even harder to breathe. “i’m yours” you answer, and he takes his fingers out of you to put them in your mouth. you suck them instinctively, keeping eye contact with him, seeing the arousal in his eyes.
“you’re mine, y/n. no one else” you keep sucking on his fingers while his other hand finally moves from your neck to your waist, getting you closer to him. he softly moans at the feeling of his hardened dick rubbing against your hot core. “you are my baby slut, and the only one i want to please”
that was everything you needed to hear for being now completely at his will. the only thing you wanted was to be his only girl, the only one who he pleases, the only one who pleased him. you were feeling more desperate than ever now, getting crazier at the way he was rubbing his bulge against you in such a needy way, with both of his hands now on your hips, guiding you to make the touch rougher.
you remove his jacket and your eyes travel all over his chest, revealed by the thin silk. one of your hands caresses his chest, shoulders and neck, while the other one unzips his pants to get his cock out, making him moan louder at the feeling of your skin. “let me please you too, chris” you tell him in a whiny voice that makes him shiver.
you kneeled before him, and as soon as your lips touched the tip of his cock he rested both of his hands on the door that was behind you, moving his head backwards between deep groans.
“you’re such a pretty slut for me, y/n” he says and you speed up your pace. he starts to feel uncomfortable in any position, battling his urge to cum only to have you sucking on his dick for a longer time.
just when you feel his precum in your mouth he lifts you up, getting his eyes teary due to the denied orgasm. “turn around, princess. i’m not over yet”.
chan pushes your body against the door, guiding your ass close to him and lifting your skirt. he kisses your neck before pulling his cock inside you, making you both moan at the feeling of your stretched and wet pussy. “tell me who can fuck you this good, y/n?” he says while keeping a painful fast speed, tears forming in your eyes from the intense excitement.
“are you still thinking in minho, mh?” he says while he chokes you from behind, the other hand guiding your hips to move on his cock even harder. “tell me again, babygirl, who do you belong to?”
the feeling of his fast and hard pace, his hand holding you hard from your hips, his other hand cutting your air, his heavy breathing on your neck, his possessiveness, his moans; everything was making you feel extremely sensitive, desperate for a release of the tension that’s been building up. “you, o-only to you” you cried out in a broken voice.
his now clumsy moves showed you he was close too, getting weak to your submission. “only mine, y/n. f-fuck.” his last words whispered in your ear made you hit your orgasm. the feeling of your release all over his cock made him cum inside you, groaning your name in a completely fucked up way.
after a moment to catch up your breaths, he turned you back, facing you with a relaxed smile. “you’re still my girl after this, y/n. and i’ll always please my girl.”
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diluc, kaeya, albedo and childe when they’re in love
“ahh ok i just discovered ur blog and this is my very first ever request to a blog. so uhm can i req diluc, kaeya, albedo & childe headcanons on what they'll do when they're in love? like, will their attitude change when they're around the reader HAHAHA it's ok if u remove a character <3 if u don't want to write it feel free to ignore hehe”
Diluc
Even though you both decided to keep the relationship away from the public eye, it’s not shocking that certain people come and ask if you can deliver a message to Diluc. It tends to be Kaeya or even Jean, whenever the Knights of Favonius are too busy to handle something a little too dangerous. Sometimes it’s even Venti, trying to persuade you to convince Diluc to lower the dandelion wine price.
Whoever the person is, they come to you because they know that Diluc has a soft spot for you. If something catches your eye, expect it on your doorstep the following day. He loves to spoil you, to the point in which you have to tell him to stop gifting you things, and that his love is and will always be enough.
And obviously, they know that if someone can convince him of doing something, that someone is you. It’s amusing how the normal situation switches when it comes to you. If Kaeya approaches him and asks for a favor, expect a very angry Diluc rolling his eyes and turning around, completely dismissing him while trying to not make a scene in front of you and the other costumers at the tavern. But, if it’s you who delivers the message, he just sighs and meditates it, eventually giving in. You see him smile slightly once you quickly kiss his cheek and thank him.
“Why do you always decline these requests but accept them once I ask you?” You once asked, looking up to face him as you cuddled him in bed. His hair was messy and untied, but he still looked beautiful, specially under the moon light.
“Because you’re not annoying” he simply said, caressing your cheek. You stared at him, unconvinced. This earned you a soft laugh from the man beneath you.
“I don’t know, I just can’t say no to you. Which is funny because now everyone knows you’re my weakness” He said.
It was then and there that he understood how much you meant to him. You could ask him to pick up every single Cecilia flower in Mondstadt and he would not hesitate to do it. It was dangerous, and he knew that, but his feelings were too strong.
“Kaeya will definitely use this for-“ “I love you” he said, interrupting you. Your eyes widened and a small gasp left your lips. It was the first time he said the big “L” word, maybe the first time in his life.
“I love you too” you whispered, still in awe from his previous confession.
He kissed you deeper than ever before, transmitting every single feeling he had into the kiss. You meant the world to him. He was in love.
The rest of the night was filled with quiet “I love you”s and cuddles, eventually falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
Kaeya
One thing that helped him understand his feelings for you was that he could just be himself.
His past forced him to wake up and put on a facade as the flirty Cavalry Captain that had every person in Mondstadt wrapped around his finger. But you were different. When he was with you, he was Kaeya. No fancy titles, no social etiquette. Just Kaeya. Not only he felt comfortable enough to be himself around you, but you also seemed to like his true self as well. And that’s how he realized.
After long days filled with commissions and some paperwork, he would come home exhausted only to find you already waiting for him. Without need for words, he would wrap his arms around your waist and hide his face on your neck after leaving a small trace of kisses.
“Long day?” you asked as you gently hugged him, untied his hair and started brushing it with your fingers. He would reply with a small “hm” before looking up and kissing your lips.
This sight could confuse an outsider, since Kaeya, with his oh so flirty social title, is usually the one calling out for you or keeping his hands on you at any moment. Kaeya is not afraid to show his love to the world, and he makes that very clear in public. Yet, this sight made him look vulnerable, and that was something he reserved just for your eyes. You made his walls fall down, you made him vulnerable in the best way possible. He felt at peace when he was with you, and that feeling used to be so foreign to him due to the secrets of his past. But here he was, in your arms as he rambled about his day without care in the world.
His attitude towards you in public never changed much, always finding his way to make you swoon and fluster you. He loves to let everyone know that he is yours and you are his. But, once the doors close behind him, he would let his guard down completely with you. He would cling to your body as he seeks for advice or talk about his worries.
“I think that it’s best to ignore Pallad from now on since he always gets-“ you started saying, but noticing how Kaeya was looking at you made you lose your trail of thoughts. “Wh- Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You make me feel better about myself” Kaeya said, snuggling closer to you. He let out a chuckle when he heard you mutter a “huh?”
“You make me feel at peace, and I haven’t felt like that in a long while”
Albedo
Relationships were kind of new to Albedo, he wasn’t certain about the right way to show affection. But one thing he was sure about was that every time you came to visit him in his research room he felt funny inside. Funny in a good way, he felt a sudden urge to hold your hand or make you smile.
To understand this feeling more, he started doing research on couples in Mondstadt. Was he the only one that felt this way at the sight of someone he cherished? Or was this the beginning of him becoming a monster and destroying the city of freedom at last? Lucky for him, he realized that it was considered normal to smile whenever you see your s/o.
While he was doing his research, Klee appeared holding one of her treasures. She wanted to show Albedo her newest creation, but instead she found him staring at some old couple sitting by a fountain. She thought it was a strange sight. “What are you doing?” she asked, startling him. “Research” he simply said. “On old people? Why don’t you do a research on me? I’m young! And I have treasures!” “I don’t think you can be of use in this research” he said, sighing.
It took Klee a while to understand what was happening, but when she did she started giggling uncontrollably. Albedo just stared at her wondering what was wrong with the child. “Albedo are you in love?”
Love, such a strange concept. He read about it, and now that Klee mentioned it, he realized that it made sense. He felt funny every time he managed to make you smile or laugh, and even more when he saw the blush on your face after complimenting you. He realized that the “funny” feeling happened because he loves you. He loves when you visit him, he loves when you ask him questions about his research and when you offer to help him. He loves you.
He immediately started searching for you, he felt the sudden urge to see and tell you about this discovery. Once he found you, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face. You looked beautiful, and you weren’t even trying. You just came back from a commission and your hair was messy, and he noticed that your clothes were a bit dirty too. Yet you looked mesmerizing to him.
“Albedo! I was on my way to visit you!” You greeted him once you saw him, kissing his cheek.
“I made a new discovery today, dear.” He said, taking your hands in his. “I discovered that I’m in love with you”
Childe
If there’s something Childe is gonna do, is spoil you to no end. Similar to Diluc, if he noticed that something caught your eye for more than 3 seconds, expect it by your doorstep soon. And don’t even try to stop him, he just won’t listen.
Since he has to go away for weeks due to his line of work, he wants to spoil you so you don’t forget him. Not that you could anyways, you always thought of him and even prayed for his safe return. When he comes back, expect little souvenirs from his travels and stories he may or may not exaggerate a tiny bit.
He loves whenever you wear things he gifted you, and loves to tease you about it. “May I know who got you that beautiful necklace dear?” he would ask with a smirk on his face. “You, Childe” “That’s right, the best for my favorite person in the world”
But his love doesn’t come in material things only, he also loves to spend time with you. There are times that he has to go away for long periods of time, and after a few weeks he starts missing you so much he just has to send someone to pick you up and bring you to him. On those occasions he makes sure to do everything he has to do in the morning so he could spend the afternoon exploring with you.
His line of work is dangerous, and you know that. There are times in which you’re exploring some ruins with him and treasure hoarders appear. In those cases he asks you to close your eyes, and only open them when he tells you to. Under no circumstance he wants you to witness this side of him he tries so much to hide.
Once it’s over, he would reach to you gently and tell you to open your eyes. When you do, the sight in front of you breaks your heart. He was alright, not a single scratch on him, but his face was filled with worry and fear. “I’m sorry” he would say, closing his eyes and taking your hand. “Why are you apologizing?” “I’m a monster” he said, not daring to look at you.
It would take you a few minutes to convince him that he actually is not a monster. Those treasure hoarders appeared out of nowhere, and threatened you. He was just protecting you. “This is what I do all the time, how are you not scared of me?” He asked. You hugged him very tight, not wanting to let go of him until every drop of fear and guilt leaves his body. “I know you would never hurt me”
He knew you were right, he could never hurt you. He may think he is a monster unworthy of your love, but he knew that he could never lay a finger on you. And as you hugged him tight in front of some random ruins you were exploring, he realized he was in love and swore to himself he would do anything to protect you.
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