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Many people have asked that I cover Skip Broke, as he was briefly mentioned in my Bella Goth theory. Here's what I'm finding so far:
First off, I want to apologize for the two year long wait for this. I have tried doing this beforehand, but circumstances (homeless and DV and all that jazz) prevented it from happening. Now that I'm in a much more stable environment, I'm able to properly give Skip the look-through that he needs because too much isn't adding up.
Once again, I know there are game mechanics involved in these fun little mysteries. Especially since the Sims 2 is put together by Elmer's glue and drunken spite. But I'm not here for that, that's not my area of expertise, and there are plenty of videos on Youtube that explain those game mechanics nicely if you want THAT. My point of posting is that I'm noticing that ALL main games, YES, even 4 though it doesn't follow the same timeline as 1 and 2, (3 acting as a universal bridge) are telling a story, and I personally find that solving these silly little mysteries adds a new experience to gameplay. After all, we ARE talking about video games here. It's all about fun.
Anyway, I digress. You've asked, you shall receive, and I've already found a lot. Here's a quick teaser into that:
#1: Brandi Broke likely took the age reversal serum at least once. (I've done the math, and there's at least three days unaccounted for, ironically that's about how much the age reversal serum removes.)
#1a: It seems that Bella and Brandi are not the only people who have taken age reversal serum in Pleasantview, with Bella taking the most of the serum and everyone else only taking one or two doses.
#2: Skip's clone "died" after Skip did and tried to take Skip's place for a little while after he died (which would explain why he's present for Dustin's teenage birthday and Beau's birth, even though Skip died just before Dustin aged up to teen.)
#3: I know a lot of people (myself included) like to speculate that Brandi killed Skip for his insurance money, however, evidence suggests that there's something else going on here that might clear Brandi's name.
Anyway, that's happening. <3
#the sims#the sims 2#the sims 3#the sims 4#bella goth#skip broke#what happened to skip broke#brandi broke is innocent#more than likely#i remember buzzfeed tried passing off that there was a conspiracy around Bella's death#It's not Bella that has the conspiracy lemme tell you that right now#I have to download SimPE now#And tool around with that#Might need to reinstall the game#but that is a sacrifice i am willing to make#alex plays sims
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I know I mostly just ask random thoughts about brozone and how unbelievably angsty they are but
What about any headcannons about brozone? Individually or as brozone as a whole?
-🦦
(Also happy holidays!!)
Oh, that's a fun question. I genuinely haven't put too much conscious thought into it but I have a few that I can share off the top of my head.
There's at least one headcanon involving Branch in there for all of them but I might follow up with more headcanon posts somewhere down the line. (Excuse the funny little doodles, I wanted to see if I could make decent headers and I did... okay.)
-> He doesn't like being alone. He didn't spend the twenty-some years after BroZone broke up just on his own in the Neverglades but instead hopping around from place to place looking for new experiences and new people to meet. He'd always go back to the Neverglade Trail, though. Just in case someone needed him.
-> It was still really lonely but he never thought too much about his brothers or the Troll Tree. He's an expert at denial and avoidance.
-> He's pushy with Branch because he wants to try and help Branch be more open and direct with him but he doesn't really know how to sit down and have a serious conversation about it.
-> He's not stupid. He can be unobservant and a bit full of himself but he has a good head on his shoulders.
-> He and Branch bond over survivalist tips.
-> He was worried he was going to be a bad father. He still had a lot of stuff he was working on when he and Brandy had their first kid and he was old enough that he really didn't remember his dad. He certainly didn't want to emulate John Dory. He knew they'd be okay the second he saw his son in Brandy's arms for the first time.
-> Brandy helped him get over the toxic mindset BroZone gave him and while he can still struggle sometimes he's never been happier.
-> Amazing cook. His food is amazing. Cooking, baking, it's all divine.
-> He cooks for Branch a lot when he visits. At first it's because he couldn't get the image of his baby brother out of his head but then it was because Branch had confessed that no one really cooked for him before and he just couldn't have that.
-> Clay chose the admin building as his room back when he was still desperate to be anything other than the fun boy. He regrets it.
-> He and Viva have bonded a lot about their family traumas, especially over how much they missed their siblings. He never wanted to stay away as long as he had but after they found refuge in the Golf Course he never got the courage to leave Viva behind to go find his brothers.
-> Clay's hair just naturally changed color with age. It wasn't stress-induced or anything, it just happened. Like how some blonds change to brunette when they get older.
-> He really likes crossword puzzles and sudoku. It has nothing to do with his desire to distance himself from his fun persona. He's just a nerd.
-> He really enjoys Branch's input. Branch is an incredibly handy, if not a bit paranoid, realist who isn't afraid to share his opinions. It's really helpful when it comes to safety measures or even trying to avoid complicated emotions.
-> Floyd may be alive but he doesn't recover fast. The effects of the diamond vacuum (exhaustion, weakness in the limbs, a chill in his bones, dizziness, etc.) linger with him for years afterward and he finds it incredibly frustrating.
-> Floyd is such a smug little shit. He will give you shit and tease you to hell and back and then give you the most innocent smile immediately after.
-> He moves into Pop Village after he's rescued. It reminds him a lot of the Troll Tree when he was a kid and it's bittersweet.
-> He finds out about Branch's puzzle tradition and the two of them start doing daily puzzles together.
-> Floyd's pod is in the clearing where Branch's bunker is.
Surprisingly I don't really know what to put for Branch here but I think I'll reblog this later with additions for Branch and Poppy.
I hope you enjoy the holidays, thanks for the fun question.
#{ the sensitive one }#{ the leader }#{ the fun boy }#{ the heartthrob }#| branch answers |#| branch rambles |#( 🦦 )#dreamworks trolls#trolls floyd#trolls john dory#trolls bruce#trolls clay#trolls brozone#| Clue Board |
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can you tell us about your trolls x su au or tell us the basics of the story?
Sure! There probably won't be a lot of details because there's a lot of things i still need to figure out.
The idea for the au came because i remembered the song drift away and thought "this is so floyd and branch" and then it spiralled from there. None of this is final btw. things can and probably will change because I don't make aus often. 💀 Also don't think too hard about the su part of this au. Im probably only gonna use the basic parts of it and will barely use anything from the show because I'm mostly focusing on the movie of su and not the serie and epilogue.
I currently only have the roles for the main characters so
Branch is Spinel
Floyd is Steven (but he's still the one who makes the promise with branch even though in su that was pink diamond and not steven.)
Clay is Amethyst
Spruce/Bruce is Pearl
And JD is Garnet
I want to add viva, poppy and brandy too but I don't know which characters they would be yet.
So brozone breaks up. JD, spruce and clay leave and before floyd goes he makes the promise with branch, he stays and one day he'll come back for him. Years pass by and floyd still hasn't returned. Branch's colors are becoming duller as the years go by, he starts doubting himself but never fully gives up hope.
Here's where i struggle a bit with the story because i don't have a reason yet why floyd never came back. At some point floyd reunites with the others but idk the reason yet why branch isn't part of that reunion.
Just like in the song drift away i want branch to get a message that shows floyd and the others so that he realises that he's been abandoned and that floyd broke the promise. That's when branch would go grey. (Idk if I'm adding rosiepuff in this au)
So this is when the su plot comes in. Branch comes with the injector. He fights brozone and in the process everyone gets reset except floyd. When they get reset they're back into their roles before brozone broke up. So clay is back to being the funboy, spruce the heartthrob and jd the leader. With branch i think he would act more childlike or innocent? Because im not gonna make an adult act like a baby 💀
So now floyd has to figure out how to turn his brothers back to normal. I think the order of who comes back is gonna be the same as the movie so clay->bruce->branch->JD.
Oh and the others didn't know about the promise. they didn't know that branch stayed in the garden all those years, Floyd never told them.
Have not thought yet how floyd brings them back.
After clay gains his memory back they go back to the injector and try to turn it off when they realise it's harming the land. They make it worse and now the injector is going faster(?) So they realise they NEED branch to get his memory back or else they can't turn it off.
when floyd manages to bring branch's memory back they talk and he's on their side. He removes the injector and everything seems to be going fine. It's then when branch fears he is going to be abandoned again and thinks floyd will reset him again after he removed the injector so they fight. Somewhere during that JD gets his memory back too. I think most of this part from the movie I won't change. So floyd and branch fight one to one. Floyd sings the song "change" maybe? Idk yet. Branch saying that he can't just make everything better just because he sang a song. He tries to continue fighting floyd but he tires himself out so then this scene happens
I am changing the lines though. I think something like "i just want my brothers back." Idk
I think that's all i have at the moment. I'll add more to this post if i think of anything. Most of my ideas for this au was me looking at spinel clips and thinking "oh i can draw that with branch!"
I hope this is readable because I'm writing this during midnight and am NOT good at explaining stuff. 💀
If anyone has ideas i would love to hear it! because im not good at figuring stuff out
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Nickelodeon Ridiculousness Pt 1
Quiet on Set Dark Side of Kids TV Pt 1
All I hear in my head is Kel singing " Who loves orange soda, Kel loves orange soda, I do, I do, I dooooo!" I would watch Kenan and Kel, All That, The Amanda Show, and many other shows throughout my childhood. I wanted to be them, laughing, live acting, getting to be around other kids their age and relate with, go through certain life moments with. Having others around that you could relate to. I envied them, I wanted to be them. Never did I think they would have to endure so much abuse of different forms verbal, physical, emotional, and even sexual. These are things everyday non famous kids go through, the famous kids are surrounded by adults, they should be the most protected/loved kids in the world.
After watching the 4 episodes first released, I have felt so bad for them. They suffered at the hands of adults that were suppose to be there and protect them. How they were able to separate the parents and the kids. Putting the actors/actresses against their parents. All of the narcissistic attitudes of the jackass/asses in charge. People should never have that much power over any other person. Some of the parents. The Jackass in charge should never of been alone with any of the stars.
Seeing how Jackass would tell people they were the token black person, fat one, skinny one, funny one. What kind of ridiculousness is this? That should never be ok in any atmosphere. There should of had just as many women in the industry as men. That would have evened things out, but Jackass is a sexist prick who deserves every bit of what he has coming his way. You do not go through life hurting innocent children who look to you for guidance because you are the creator of the shows that the actors/actresses are in. The Jack of all asses.
Having 3 pedophiles working around these kids at the same time is a disgrace. Shouldn't they be seriously checked out before being trusted around all of these people that they really don't know. Kids only know what adults tell them, and they are being told go with these people to work with them. I mean come on child crimes were happening way before this time period. John Wayne Gacy targeted young guys/boys throughout his killing spree. So it wasn't unheard of at that time. Why wasn't the company behind the main Jackass checking all of their employees out? There was 1 of the 3 sickos they didn't really say a whole lot about other than the fact that he was a pedophile. I don't know if there may have been more there or not. Maybe he was a pedophile, but he didn't do anything to anyone or wasn't suspected of it. They went on about the Handy guy, and the Peck guy.
I am still intrigued, and have hit a wall about the Brandi situation. She didn't interview at all (I can completely understand not wanting to be seen after all of these years). I didn't notice her mom really talking about Brandi in a past tense, so I don't think that she has passed away. There has been talk that Brandi is actually just a random name they used. I can totally get her not wanting to deal with all of what is going on. To find out that Handy had a souvenir from her, a pair of her underwear, broke my heart. I have looked into Brandi and whether or not that is a fake name or not. My research has led me to believe that is probably a fake name. I also believe that she was either taken off of the credits for All That, or maybe was never put on the official credit cast list. I hope that she has healed, moved on, and living her best life. I am still wanting to learn more about this situation.
Amanda Bynes is like a comedic chameleon in her All That, The Amanda Show days. She had so much more she could have done with her life. She didn't deserve the crap that she went through. After watching all of the episodes, I started my research rabbit hole, finding lots of rumors about very personal horrible things. (If these are facts, I am terribly sorry for what you suffered.) Your parents I cannot believe the shit they did. I am sorry that you had to ever deal with that trauma. I checked into Amanda for awhile and I feel terrible for how I didn't really recognize her at first. I still think that she is beautiful either look. I commend you for pushing forward through everything. She is trying to live as normal of a life as she can. I would love to be friends with her. She seems like she would be a badass chick to hang with. Yo, Amanda Bynes, I would love to just hang out big chill go do some fun stuff. Just be normal people hanging out having fun. I look past a lot of things, I have my fair share of past traumas, including some similar ones to what some of the stars went through.
Drake Bell, not gonna lie, when I seen you as the surfer guy on the Amanda Show for the first time, I actually thought you were the Josh character from All That. You have so many musical talents. The instruments you can play, your voice. The fact you can sound smooth and then add a roughness. I am sorry for all that you went through in your lifetime. When watching the show and I watched your dad say Don't let Drake be alone with him ever, my heart dropped. I could not believe that they made him out to be a homophobic person. I hate that Brian was able to convince your mom that it was better for you to be with him because of the travel. That was a moment when you just be like Noooo don't do that, its not safe. The moment where you wish that you could just stop if from the other side of the TV, but you can't. It isn't a dream or a bad commercial that will eventually go away. It is a scar, that people who have been hurt like that have. Your scar is there, it is very well seen through this documentary. I am grateful for you sharing what you went through, for the hope that no one else in the child actor part of the entertainment industry will ever have to go through this again. I hope that with you sharing, going into to treatment, that you can again freely live and be at a more peaceful healed place in your life. Thank you to the mom of the girlfriend who knew in seconds that something was wrong. According to a tiktoker and his research about who the mystery girlfriend was that the mom helped. Drake and Fefe Dobson had been best friends. Fefe Dobson released a song "Man Meets Boy" it is very sad, and clearly is about someone being abused. Considering they were so close it does make sense that in fact that is the person who saved Drake from further abuse.
Jennette McCurdy, girl you are beautimus as you are. During my rabbit hole search, your book was brought to my attention. I have had it for less than a week and am in the 40s on the chapter. I am sorry that you were done so wrong by your mother as well as the Jack of all Jackasses. You are very brave for putting your experiences out there for anyone and everyone that can or want to read. Showing that stardom from childhood can have a huge affect on the childs upbringing. Your mother was living vicariously through you. You didn't deserve to have her dreams pushed on you. I feel that the parents doing that is a bigger number than it should be. I haven't been able to finish it due to extra busy weeks. I will be finishing the book as soon as I can, and will chime in more as well.
(This is based on what I have read, watched, heard through different media sources. Google, ID Channel, TikTok, and Reddit.)
Anyone who takes the time and reads this, Thank you!
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Ch. VI
Word Count: 4258
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"Become as Gods"
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The storm had not let up in days. Typical for this time of year, the rain would soon be replaced with snow. It was like the world was mourning another bygone fall, life being stripped off the boughs of trees, rotting on the ground, waiting for the frost to finally claim the decay.
Sirona did not mind, it drove business through her doors. Even with all the troubles, business was business. But some limits had to be reached, and she could tell just from the comfort of patrons alone, everyone was reaching their limit. A cloud had come over Hogsmeade, and this cloud had not broken to unleash its rain yet. Sirona knew that it was close to breaking, and she did not want to see innocents swallowed in the chaos.
The envelope sat in her pocket, the tavern shaking slightly from another roaring clap of thunder. None of the patrons seemed to be phased, continuing to murmur about the recent attacks close by. As she inspected them all, polishing the tankard in her hand, her eyes fell again on the old crone, hunched and sitting alone on the second floor. She had been sitting there for a good while now, food left untouched. Sirona could just make out the woman's fingers fiddling with something. Sirona really didn't want to go up there, to confront the old woman on all days, but she had to think of the patrons first. Grabbing a bottle and a small glass, she nodded to the men sitting g at the bar, making her ways upstairs.
The crone was the only soul in sight, everyone else wanting to sit close to the fire as the air chilled. The witches' clothes were decapitated, hanging on her frail body by threads. The hood covered her face, silver hair pooling beneath on the table, some of it now on the plate beside her, mixing with the now cold meat juices. Her gnarled fingers focused on the small vial on the table, pushing it forward as it rolled back to her, over, and over, and over. The witch didn't acknowledge Sirona's presence until the wrinkled envelope hit the table, stopping the witch as the vial hit her knuckle.
"If you're going to order food, at least eat it. I hate wasting." Sirona placed the glass down, pouring a cup of dark Dragon Brandy. The witch slowly dragged her hand towards the envelope, pocketing it before taking a generous sip of brandy, the following hiss the first sound Sirona had heard from her. Thinking the bar was fine for now, she pulled up a chair, sitting down close to the decrepit crone.
After another sip, Sirona noticed the slight bubbling in her hand, the crone quickly taking a swig of some flask in her robe, wincing.
"How much…?" The witches' voice sounded nearly ancient, as if Sirona expected to see a puff of dust from her mouth after speaking. Slowly, she lifted her head to Sirona. Sirona was going to be blunt, she looked like hell. Old leathery skin, warts, eyes sunken in and cheeks, even with their jewels, hollowed from starvation.
"Two." Sirona's voice was flat, taking her own sip of the brandy. "I can't keep doing this for you… people are wo during and-"
"My dear…. It is only hair." The woman sipped the glass after, beginning to once again push the vial back and forth. "Soon enough… all will be good."
The Tavern keeps hand slammed down on the table, almost close enough to shatter the vial entirely. Before she could blink, a wand was poised at her throat, the tip almost feeling like a knife. The crone's face snarled at her, leaning in to whisper. "The vial…. Don't fucking touch it." The wand retracted, and the vial continued to roll again.
Sirona felt a stab of pity go through her, it honestly broke her heart. But at the end of the day, she couldn't enable this, and put lives at risk. "Listen…. " Sirona sat forward, looking at the witch. "You can't be coming back here anymore… people are getting tipped off, you're putting way too many lives at risk. More than the ones that have already died." Sirona braced herself for the other to lash out, to get angry, but all she heard was a sigh.
"You know I wish I could help you.." Sirona cautiously placed her hand over the old woman's, her skin ice cold. "But I need to look out for us… and for you. I don't want to see you…" she couldn't finish the sentence, taking another swig before filling the cup again, the other woman taking it with a shaking hand to drink down completely. "I'm sorry." The witch let out another sigh, straightening herself in her chair. Sirona couldn't help but flinch away from the other.
"I… understand my friend." The weathered fingers patted Sirona's hand, relaxing into the chair once more as she stopped the vial. "Just…. May I eat before leaving?"
"Of course. The bottle and meal are on the house," She grabbed the witch's shoulder, giving a light squeeze. "Speaking of which," She stood up, giving a stretch before taking one last sip from the bottle. "I've got a man upstairs." The old witch nodded, Sirona taking her leave after one last squeeze. A hole grew in the woman's stomach, a hand moving to hold onto her wand. She didn't want to have to do this again, it nearly killed her last time. But she knew, for the good of everyone, all loose ends needed to be cut. Yet, as she looked down at the vial before her, that hole grew into a pit of longing, one she just prayed would swallow her up soon.
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June 19, 1893
She couldn't get herself to sleep, most of the students couldn't sleep tonight. It was her last night here. In this common room, in this castle, and it broke her heart. Exams flew by, her N.E.W.T.s had just gotten her though enough for the Auror academy to truly let her in, yet as she sat on the couch, staring up into the lake, it felt empty and hollow. All she could think about was him, his reaction to it all, how they left each other that day. Lenore hated leaving things the way they were, even if they would never see each other again. After everything that had happened this year, this all felt wrong.
Her thought process had been broken at the sounds of wings rustling behind her, the screech of an owl on its perch waiting for her. “Sorry buddy, everyone is out.” The seventh years had taken their last night to Hogsmeade, toasting to their tenure of school. Lenore, as much as she adored most of the relationships she had made, was never one for loud events. She hated feeling so cramped, the overabundance of noise. Yet, the owl remained, bobbing its head back and forth as it waited. With a grunt, Lenore approached, the handwriting on the owl making her step falter. She could feel her heart stop, stomach filling with those nervous butterflies as she gently grasped the letter.
It was odd, but she always admired his handwriting. Breaking the wax seal with a shaking hand, she slowly opened the letter, the contents making her heart jump straight to her throat.
Miss Arkanos,
You know where to find me.
-Sharp
Lenore did not even consider dressing more appropriately, her long olive robe covering enough of her nightgown to still be tasteful. Hair lay around her shoulders, tousled and unkempt as she made her way out of the common room. She did not realise until halfway through her journey, she did not even bother wearing shoes.
A few students still lingered in the hallways, ghosts passing by as they did a double take. It was more than unusual for someone to be walking around in their sleepwear, especially to the faculty building. But what were they going to do really, expel her now? The thought made Lenore laugh to herself. The stone felt cold on her feet, helping her ground herself to the entire situation on hand. She did not know what she was going to do, say, what kind of situation she was about to walk herself into. But Lenore was not about to let this end this way. Too much had happened, neither of them couldn't deny this. Lenore needed closure, and so did he.
Standing in front of the Faculty room entrance, Lenore hesitated as her hand hovered over the door. She knew she would not be seen, the professors were celebrating with the seventh years. But a part of her did not want to make any of this worse, to test whatever thin ice she was on to see if it would shatter beneath. Lenore knew herself better than that though as she pushed through. She always took her risks, to a fault.
The floorboards were a welcome change on her feet, her body beginning to warm itself from the nerves as she ascended the stairs. The first flight, she debated turning around, the second she tried to find every way to explain to him how he was wrong. As she approached the landing, she could see the light streaming from the tiny balcony, the faint sound of music playing. As she stopped to listen, a sudden realization came over her, one that filled her chest with a campfire warmth.
Without hesitation she pushed through the door, entering the first room of his quarters. She could see that it remained the same as the past times she had come here. Coats and shirts strewn over chairs, a couple portraits covered. He always hated having all those eyes on him. She could smell the latest concoctions he had been working on, he never really stopped. But what she noticed immediately was the large marble fireplace ahead, the fire completely out. Usually he would make her put in the effort to extinguish the flames, just so he could chuckle at her slight irritation every time. Lenore, as much as it did slightly annoy her, always enjoyed bringing him some kind of small joy in that regard. It was rare to see him really let guards down, soften himself up a little. Anything like that, she would take and cling to for the whole day .
Crouching past the hearth, she slowly made her way upstairs, the music becoming clearer in her mind. She could smell the tea permeating the staircase, her shoulders already tensing. He was so close, and every step made her anxiety heighten. It was not until the last few flights she paused her ascension, noticing something different on the walls.
Lenore remembered for a time, during the spring break, she had spent quite a majority of time with Aesop, Wanting to help him not only with his potion crafting, but with his illustrations. He had only passed it off as a small hobby of his, which she immediately knew was a lie. From the spectacular detail he had in his mind, to remembering every single part of a room to the singular blades of grass, it astounded her. Lenore’s mind worked much too fast to pick up that much detail, except if it was a specific moment that was so important, it branded itself on her brain.
So Lenore should not have been surprised that the new additions on the walls seemed to be pulled out of her memory of that night at the Yule Ball. The trees with crystalized branches, the individual flakes of snow. Lenore saw the stairs leading up towards the courtyard, how they looked frosted over, save for the few individual footprints left behind. As she made it up the last flight, she could see the balcony looking over the viaduct bridge, the memories almost flooding back to her. With the music, the images around her, it was as if she was somewhat back in the moment. The rustling heard in the other room was what brought her back to reality.
Walking into the small workshop, of course the first thing her eyes fell on was Aesop, his back to her as he sat at the desk against the far wall, quill in hand as it furiously scratched the page. For as beautiful as his art was, he was not exactly the most gentle artist. Also judging by the amount of snapped quills in the bucket on the table with him, she could tell it was not one of his good days. She could feel the frustration emanating off his body as she approached, hugging her robe closer to her body. Lenore regretted not changing, feeling extremely exposed now.
Hearing the rustle of her robes snapped Aesop out of his own thoughts, eyes softening only slightly. “Ah… Miss Arkanos..” It was like a punch to the gut, hearing him address her like that. After what had happened, he usually said her first name in private, they both did. Hearing him address her like before now, it made her stomach tighten. Yet, Lenore nodded her head in response. Without saying anything she waved her wand, the pot of tea immediately pouring for the two of them. For a moment they stood in silence, neither of them able to look at each other until they both held their tea.
“I…. I am glad you came.” His voice was much quieter now, daring to look over at the girl. To his shock, Lenore’s eyes met his, both just taking the moment while on opposite sides of the table.
“Listen… Professor I-”
Aesop held his hand up slowly, his stare gentle yet firm. Immediately Lenore hushed herself, trying everything to not shake. She never knew what it was that made her body react to him in such a way, but just by his eyes alone she could not stop shaking. Waving his wand, he brought two chairs towards them, Lenore automatically sitting before him. For a moment, as he approached, he took in the sight of her, the aching in his heart growing. Aesop knew this would be the last he could ever see her like this, here, with him. All he wanted to do was freeze the moment in time, to revel in this before he would watch that infernal train take her away from him, to the one place he begged her not to go. Yet, here Aesop stood once more, doing everything to not grovel at her feet.
Slowly he sank into the chair beside her, clearing his throat before addressing her. “I… I wanted to apologize for what happened before.” Lenore could hear the nervousness in his voice, wanting to just take any kind of fear he had away. “It was not right of me… but..” And there was the but. The one thing she did not want to hear, the sigh of irritation already breaking through as she stood, pacing back and forth in front of him.
“Lenore you need to listen-”
“No! No I don't Aesop. You of all people know this is exactly what I should be doing with my life! I can do something, make myself an Auror that actually helps people, not sit on their ass doing paperwork. I can fight, I can be something!” Lenore could not help but raise her voice. This argument was a tired one, Aesop pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You know how hypocritical you're being with this!”
“Not one part of you understands what you want to do Lenore!” Now was his turn to stand, facing her as his expression turned to stone. “I have seen the worst of it, experienced the worst of it. It will change you Lenore, you will see things that one should never have to endure.” The chill crawled up his spine, memories flashing in his mind, ones that kept him awake at night. “I can't see you go down that path, I can't see you-”
“Can't what? Can't bear to see me do the one thing you wish you could do? I never took you for the jealous type.” She spat out the words, anger now fueling her words. “I know what there is to see Aesop, lest you fucking forget!” He could not help but wince. She was partly right, she had seen things that most students would not be able to cope with, and it had changed her. But Lenore knew there was more, something he wasn't saying, and as his expression changed, suddenly her anger changed, morphing into regret.
“Lenore…” his voice caught in his throat, only letting out a strange whimper, a sound that shook Lenore to her core. As she looked into his eyes, she could see the deep blue beginning to glass over with tears as he slowly, very slowly, approached her.
“I have seen my best friend, my partner, killed right in front of me. I could not stop it, but the thought of knowing it was me who brought him there, who had hoped it would go well… I live with that guilt, every day.” He stepped closer. “I know you feel that way with Eleazar.” Closer. “But… the day I saw you get hit, fall to the ground writhing in pain, that scream.: He choked on the work, steadying himself on the desk. “Lenore, the thought of you going out there, risking your life over poachers and dark wizards, when you have already done so much… the thought kills me.”
Lenore was not aware that she had been backing up until her lower back hit the table, her breathing rapid and shallow. Yet, she could not tear her eyes away from the man before her.
“I… I can't sit by and watch you throw yourself into something so dangerously, without trying.” He was only a couple feet away now, his scent making Lenore grow dizzy. “I… I care for you Lenore, more than I ever should. More than is safe..” Another step. “But I have to tell you, I can't bear to lose someone else I love.”
Slowly, he reached up with his hand, moving some of the hair behind her ear, his thumb caressing her cheekbone as lightly as a breath. “I'm too afraid… that if I admit what is true… that I will lose you. So…” he leaned in a little, their faces merely inches apart. Lilium, for a moment, wanted so desperately to close the gap between them. His breath danced with hers, his hand now cupping her cheek as they just stood there, both waiting for the other to do something.
Yet, Lenore knew this was not right, the position they both were in. A moment like this should not happen here. They should not be this way, this over emotional, this unclear. They both deserve each other in their best moments. Lenore took in a deep breath, sighing as her hand cupped his own cheek, Aesop sighing at the contact. It had been more years than he could recall, being touched so affectionately. He just wanted to stay like this.
“Aesop… all I ask is that you wait for me… let me show you that I can do this.” Her voice was desperate, begging him to just see. Yet as he pulled away, she knew what answer he had come to. His eyes reflected the heartbreak of her own, no words needing to be said. It took every ounce of strength to not break, to hold the tears at bay. She watched him as he went to a drawer, pulling out an ornate mahogany box, coming back to place it in her hands. Tears dripped onto the lid, Lenore’s efforts unsuccessful.
“I want you to have this… For when you feel you need it the most.” He opened the box, inside revealing a small tear-shaped vial. Delicately, Lenore picked it up, her eyes widening to see the liquid gold contained. Immediately she shook her head, her eyes wide with shock.
“No… No, I am not taking this Aesop. We both agreed this could be what you need and-”
“And I am deciding that your life is worth more than my own leg.” His voice had gotten harder now, Aesop trying to fight back his own emotions. He placed the vial in her hand, wrapping her fingers around it. “Please… “ Lenore was not sure exactly what he was pleading for. Her to stay? Her to not put her life in danger? For her to take it? Again she found their faces so close again, now breathing erratic as emotions began to boil over.
Lenore could only shake her head, feeling her heart break. “I can’t… I can't.” She couldn't stand to see the pain anymore, to know she had caused any of this. She slipped away, racing down the stairs and out of the room.
The last thing she had ever heard Aesop say was her name.
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She had not realized how close the bottle was to empty before picking it up, hearing the last remnants swishing about. Before she could take a swig of it though, she heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, multiples. ‘What great fucking timing.’ Her skin began to start shifting slowly, and Lenore knew there was no longer any more in her flask to try and stop it, so she just pulled the hood down more, seeing the six wizards now flanking the stairs. Two of them stood at her exit, another two standing at the stairs leading to the next floor. The entire tavern had gone quiet, Sirona downstairs, ready to draw her wand. The last two wizards slowly approached the woman, sitting down beside her as they finished her bottle.
“You know why we’re here…” the man's voice was a low growl, one she could feel in her chest as he spoke. “Let’s not cause any more bloodshed that is needed. You know you can't run forever. We will find you… he will find you.” The man leaned in close, his stinking breath on Lenore’s face. “I don't want to cut that face up more than needed. Blood doesn't suit a lady like you.” Lenore finally raised her head, a smile gracing the old woman’s face as it began to bubble more.
“You're right… It doesn't suit me at all.” She leaned closer to the man. “But it does suit you.”
The knife stabbed straight into the wizards hand, pinning him to the table as Lenore let out a burst of fire, blasting most of the wizards either down the stairs or off the balcony. Lenore quickly saw how the dark wizard beside her was effectively cooked before jumping from the balcony herself. As another wizard approached, she quickly propelled him through the tables, his body crashing out the window. ‘Sorry Sirona.’ She self apologized, taking one of the massive kegs of butterbeer and throwing it to the wizard that had been thrown off the balcony with her. Before any others could get their bearings, Lenore let out a blast to one of the dark wizards blocking the door sprinting out of the tavern into the downpour. Auror’s would be coming any minute, and she had to be far enough ahead to apparate.
As she turned on her heel, sprinting through the slick cobblestone streets, she failed to notice how there had been more dark wizards waiting outside. It didn't take long to hear the chaos behind her as she ran, throwing spells at stalls and shelves to try and buy her extra time. Lenore heard one of the attackers yell out as soon Auror’s began to apparate in left and right, Lenore using whatever alley and dark corner was available to get the most she could off her tail.
As she made it past the town circle, heading upwards into the hills, she decided to chance it and turn to see how many were following. The storm was heavy enough that, in the night, she could just make out two figures. Lenore could hear the whispers in her ear once more, begging her to just let go, to let them taste what real power could be. Lenore was so exhausted, hurt, and just needed to get out. Waving her wand, she threw one of the large stone bricks into an attackers head, just able to hear the sound of the bones crushing on impact. That was all she needed to feel the overflowing ancient magic once more.
Lenore pointed her wand to the sky, the tip shining a brilliant blue. She could see the dark wizard just as the blue lightning bolt came from the heavens, smiting him where he stood, leaving nothing but charred remains. Yet in the brilliant light, She saw something that made, just for a moment, all time stop.
Lenore knew she was delirious enough to hallucinate, the visage of Aesop behind the attacker. For a moment, pure fear gripped her as she saw his body fly back from the impact of the blast, colliding with a wooden cart. She stepped towards the mirage, desperately wishing it could really be him. Before she could even think about getting any closer, Lenore heard the Auror’s descending. It took every ounce of self restraint to apparate, leaving the vision of the man that held her heart behind.
For just a moment, Lenore had wished he was real. She would have been able to tell him that he was right, and that she kept it for him.
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You, that came from the burning land of greed.
You never deserved me, never. And I only realize that now that I found someone who loves me completely, who fills my eyes with pure joy and not with tears of despair.
I always knew it wasn't right, when I left my house at dawn and went to meet you for the first time I kissed you tasting brandy and it didn't feel good, your lips are not like his, you tasted like decadence and sin, pure lust for the flesh and what it can give you.
You were my first but not the best, and if one day I chose you it was a mistake, I don't regret it because I learned and evolved, but all that pain in such a young girl could have been avoided.
It destroyed who I was. Did you knew what you were doing? I bet you knew.
You finally died in me, your words, your manipulation and everything you deposited in me no longer make a home in my being. I therefore reject the way you were obsessed with my body, I no longer keep in me the molds in which you fit me to satisfy yourself.
You were corrupt and so wild that the art of love could never touch your heart.
I forgive you for hurting me though, for not stopping when I said no, for breaking me so many times and using me.
You never really loved me, that was impossible, you loved my duality, my way of being firm and soft, you loved my smell of innocence and the way sin could burn in me.
You never liked me, did you? I know you liked the power I gave you, the rest didn't mattered. I didn't mattered.
I learned to love myself, to truly love others and now I'm not afraid to be the woman I really am, I'm also no longer afraid to give myself to someone who deserves me, someone who is not scared of belonging to me.
I suffered and cried so much, I wanted to die and I was sick for months and months because of you, all while you were dating someone else without letting me go, you couldn't choose me because deep down even you knew I deserved more than you could ever try to be, but you couldn't let go of me because you too gave me power.
I thank you, but I don't want you anymore, my best decision was to say goodbye to you. Be happy with her, heal yourself, grow up and no longer be an adult with a child's heart.
I felt love. I felt hate. I want to laugh at you now.
And I want to know: which parts of you I broke?
This piece is an original writing of mine.
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Beginnings: Martin and Alysia (full+bonus ending)
*This is Nsfw Minors do not interact*
16th of Sun's Dawn 3E 419: The feast of sanguine.
Deep within the forest near Skingrad, Alysia Jade walked with fear and curiosity coursing through her veins. Her bare feet broke branches with each footfall. The two moons hung high over her head, lighting the twisting path deep into the black wood of Cyrodiil. It was a week after her 16th name day, and she desperately searched for an escape from her life. She had heard from friends in the mages guild the near-mad revelers drinking and fucking in the name of the Deadric Lord of Revelry. She was nearing the cult now; part of her knew these people, in this place, could be her way out. Her mother had told her that night that she was to marry the cruel son of a low noble in Hammerfell the next fortnight. She had refused the offer and had taken, by foot, to the forest. She was closer now; She could smell the thick scent of smoke and wine, and through the trees, she could see the bright blaze of fire in the distance and hear the faint shouting and music of revelers. Their shadows danced through the trees like ghosts as she ventured closer and closer to them. The tree line broke into a large clearing, where a crowd of bodies danced and swayed in delight around a tremendous blazing fire set before the feet of the statue of Sanguine himself. Upon Breaching the treeline, She was immediately immersed in a strange world of vulgar hedonism. All around her, bodies swayed and moved in orgiastic delight. Some were utterly naked or wore only flowers wreathing their heads, while others were fully dressed. Laughter and music flooded her senses. The smell of wine and heavy drink hung so thick in the air that breathing seemed intoxicating. A plump young woman clothed in only wreaths of flowers draped her in a chain of dried flowers and pressed against her lips a bottle of the finest cyridiilic brandy Alysia had ever tasted. The woman only laughed and took her by the wrist, dragging her into the mass of bodies dancing and kissing and drinking and fucking.
She was immediately overwhelmed, drowning in the strange new sensations around her. The lines between her senses blurred, and she lost herself to the crowd. Hands touched her all over, and drink passed her lips over and over. Her mind swam with loose thoughts like lucid dreams. She could not think, could not breathe, could not stand. Her knees buckled beneath her. Her knees hit the ground, and pain shot up her legs. And the whole world began to spin. The ground rushed to meet her. A rough hand seized her by the arm, pulling her from the sea of bodies. She looked up fearfully. Part of her was terrified of who or what had caught her. Her eyes were met by the sight of a naked young man washed in the firelight, glistening with sweat. His long brown hair was a perfectly chaotic mess. He was a little older than she was. He looked like a god, lean and youthful, dressed in nothing but gold jewelry and firelight, with bright blue eyes that burned through her despite them being severely bloodshot. He was a beautiful and terrifying god.
“Are you alright, little one?” he asked, pulling her to her feet. His voice seemed almost amused by her state. She flushed at his state and avoided meeting his eyes. He stood unashamed and relaxed in his gold jewelry with a great staff in the shape of a rose resting on his shoulder.
"I-I'm fine.." She nodded, Turning her head away from him, trying to avoid the nakedness of his body and find the words to thank him.
“Do you have a name, girl?” He said, laughing at her perceived innocence. He draped himself over a lounging chaise near the statue of Sanguine.
She nodded and followed him. Standing before him, he looked even more divine than the statue of the deadric prince of debauchery he lay before. Alysia could feel her heart drop into her stomach. As she began to piece together who he was. From the Rose Staff to how he carried himself with absolute authority, she could see He was the Champion of Sanguine. She had been so sure that she wanted this, but now standing before this man, this living god laid out before her, she was unsure. Some of her wanted to flee to run home and throw herself at her mother's feet, but in the same breath, she knew she couldn't go back; she needed to see this horrible plan through. She steeled herself before him, trying hard not to show any fear or hesitation.
“My name is Alysia Jade…."She forced herself to meet his cold blue eyes. His lips turned up into a damning smile, but those eyes remained fixed on her.
"And what can I do for you, Miss Alysia?"
she swallowed her fear and decided then and there that she could not turn back. She would not turn back.
"I want to join the cult of Sanguine." her eyes did not leave his. He raised an eyebrow and laughed at her. Her face burned with embarrassment, but she refused to look away from him. she would not. No, she could not back down now. His laughter faded as his eyes met hers again. He seemed almost predatory, like a cat toying with a mouse.
"What could you possibly have to offer, Sanguine or me?" his words dripped with honey and condescension that sent chills over her skin. She steeled herself again. Realizing in full just how out of her depth she was. She stood before the Champion of a god in nothing but her night dress. She had nothing to offer him. No wine or brandy, no gold or jewels. She had nothing. She was a maiden of 16 with nothing to her but the clothes on her back and looking down, this blue-eyed God sent chills down her back. Her body trembled at the thought of what would happen to her. She knew her original plan. She knew exactly what she had to offer, but she dreaded what might happen if she offered it. The only thing she had to her person. The only thing that would guarantee her mother couldn’t marry her off to the first noble with enough money to buy her family out of destitution. If she went through this, her body would have no value to any noble. She weighed her options over in her mind before making her decision. His blue eyes burned into her, and she made her decision.
“I can give you myself,” she spoke boldly. The man’s eyes widened with surprise, and she saw him falter momentarily. She took small pleasure in taking him off guard. He regained himself at the exact moment, and a broad smile spread across his face.
“You’re not serious, my sweet.” he purred, moving from reclining to sitting, his body language spoke of challenge, and his eyes set her ablaze, and she felt a strange sense of spite replace her fear. She steeled her nerves. She gathered her skirts up and hitched them above her knees, and with all the courage she could muster, she took three bold steps to stand before him. He looked up at her and leaned back. She moved awkwardly to throw a knee over him and moved into his lap, hitching the fine silk of her night dress up around her waist. She let the fabric fall and bare skin press against bare skin as she leaned into him.
“I…can assure you,” she tried to sound as sure of this as she felt, “I am dead serious.”
Again he faltered, and his cold eyes softened; she felt heat rise between her thighs as his body betrayed him, and his cock grazed the bare skin of her thigh. Her face burned hot as his hands danced delicately at her hips.
“Martin.” His voice was soft and almost sounded far away. She was stunned. He paid no attention to the debauchery surrounding them; it seemed as though it was just him and her.
“W-what…” her voice shook with nervousness. His eyes met hers, a lovely shade of blue cast with gold in the light of the blazing fire. They reminded her of the waters of Niben Bay at sunset when the blue waters shimmered gold with the light of the dying sun.
“My name,” he said, hands gently running around her hips, “I thought it only fair that you should know.”
“Oh…” her cheeks flushed, and they moved closer to one another “thank you…Martin…”
Martin drew her into him and pressed a soft kiss against her neck. Her breath hitched, and the meeting of her thighs stirred with want. She felt him twitch against her as his gentle hands hardened and his grip on her hips tightened. A soft groan escaped her as he pulled her closer to him still. She could feel his cock press against the heat of her body. She moved to take him into her, but his grip on her hips tightened, stopping her from moving. She softly groaned as he held her on the edge of no return.
“Not yet, my sweet.” he teased as his kisses trailed her neck and to her soft lips. He went swiftly from soft to hard, leaving deep purple marks against her neck and throat. He nipped at her lips, and she groaned against his mouth as he deepened the kiss. He took her moan as an invitation, and a hand slid down from her hip to between her legs. Teasingly he parted her lower lips, and she gasped as he slid a finger into her. A sound escaped her lips, and he laughed softly against her as he broke the kiss, leaving her reeling. she buried her face into his shoulder.
“My Gods,” he murmured into her ear, curling his finger. “You seem to be enjoying this.”
She let out a soft moan against his skin, leaning into him. He moved inside her again, another teasing finger, and sounds escaped her that she never knew she could make. He kept her like this for a while. Moving inside her; teasing her; praising her; whispering things to her, she had never imagined a man saying; beautiful, awful things. If he were a God, she would've fallen to her knees and worshiped him. She moved her hips with him, trying to bring herself closer and closer to the edge. He quickened his pace, and she shuttered in both body and mine. She clung to him now. Holding fast against him, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. She was nearing the edge of sweet cataclysm. Suddenly he stopped. She was reeling. She could not speak, only letting out a soft whimper as he stroked her hair gently, whispering to her sweet assurances.
“Hush, my sweet.” He whispered softly in her ear, "You’ve done so well for me…."
He took a moment's pause and met her eyes. "May I?" his voice was gentle and soft.
"of course…" she nodded, and without hesitation, he seized her by the hips and brought her down onto him with fierce urgency. Another primal sound escaped her mouth. She was his now. And he was hers. He took her with an aching urgency pounding hard into her. Each thrust sent her shuttering. She moved with him, trying again to move closer and closer to the edge. She felt his hand slip between her tights as he touched her. She shuddered as he teased her, fucking her as intensely as he had before. She gasped and clung to him, pressing her forehead against his. He praised her again and whispered softly to her.
“That’s it, my sweet…come for me….” His words edged her closer and closer to sweet oblivion. But it was his eyes that sent her over; the deep blue burned through her as he tilted her head up to meet his eyes. Though she had only just learned his name, it spilled from her lips over and over again as she broke apart around him. A moment later, he shuttered into her, going deep and holding her against him. In the aftermath, she realized that most of the revelers had passed out around them. He looked down at her soft, virtually naked body with half-opened eyes. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he held her against him. Softly he kissed her forehead, and for the first time, Alysia felt like she belonged.
“Well,” Martin smiled down at her. And pressed another kiss on her forehead. “Welcome to the cult of sanguine, my sweet….”
She nuzzled into his chest before drifting off to sleep to the sound of his heart beating. For the first time in her life, Alysia felt strangely safe in a stranger's arms.
She awoke to the light of the morning sun breaking the dawn. She and Martin were curled up on the chaise lounge. She was surprised to find him holding her against him. Gently, she untangled herself from his arms; she had expected this to last until dawn. She expected to wake and find him gone… yet there he was.
She took a moment to survey her surroundings; it seemed like most of the revelers were still unconscious, and the few that were conscious moved with the unsteadiness of a hangover. Slowly her eyes fell back to him, her new companion? Now in the light of Dawn, everything was different, the mystery of the night before was gone. He was now a young man, and nothing else. no longer was he the god she had given herself to the night before. She didn’t seem to mind that though.
In fact, part of her liked the young boy that lay sleeping beside her. He was very beautiful, she thought. He was young, probably in his twenties, bathed in the golden light of the morning sun. His hair fell in beautiful, brown waves that cascaded down around his face and across the pillow. Instinctively she reached to brush a stray strand from his face. He stirred, and his eyes opened, a flash of that same intense blue, He smiled Before speaking.
“You’re still here!” He spoke with a soft excitement “I thought you would leave me before dawn…”
She blushed as he reached up and brushed his fingertips over her cheek, as though he needed to assure that she was real, and not a figment of imagination. She cleared her throat.
“Funny,” she mused gently, running her fingers across his chest. “I thought the same of you…”
He laughed softly, taking her hand in his, and bringing it to his lips.
“ I wouldn’t do that…” he whispered
“I know…” she murmured almost to herself. It was starting to Dawn on her. Just how strange the entire situation was… this man was a complete stranger to her; yet he was kind and gentle when she needed him to be. some part of her trusted him, despite having only just met him. She knew she did not love him, but she did like him. His company was pleasant, and she welcomed it.
She wondered what this meant for her now. Would she stay here with this man she barely knew? Would she return home disgraced? Part of her worried that her mother would come looking for her…She must’ve knit her brow or made some face in her thoughts because Martin took her hand.
“Are you alright Alysia?”
“I’m alright,” she sighed and looked away from him. “ I'm just nervous, I guess I’m unsure of what’s going to happen…after last night…”
she felt him squeeze her hand. It was a strange comfort, one she was appreciative of. He took his time before speaking and spent a long while just holding her hand, silently reassuring her.
“ Well,” he began, “If you’ve nowhere to go, I wouldn’t mind the company. assuming you don’t get cold feet over the cult dealings…”
she thought about it for a moment and then nodded. Thus began her interesting relationship with Martin. At first, she spent only the evenings with him, spending most of her days with other members of the cult, dancing, and drinking. only coming home to fall into bed and do it all again the next day. Some nights they would share the bed spending all evening tangled up in the sheets together, other nights they slept separately, one of them would sleep in the bed, the other on sofas or chairs. Eventually , they would become friends, not lovers but friends. Alysia noticed early on that he took no other women into his bed but her, and whether intentional or not, she did the same taking no man but him. Slowly the nights that they slept separately became few and far between. slowly he would start calling her My sweet or my love… Slowly the two of them would become friends and lovers… from that point they stayed at each other's side through thick and thin…. At least they did until it all came crashing down.….
I will be writing more about how Alysia and Martin got to this point and what happens after this. So ✨stay tuned✨
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Yandere BTS reaction of s/o saying I love you to them.
Daddy!Namjoon
"I love you.", you say when your favorite horror movie actor appears on the screen. At that time, Namjoon passed by, his face buried in a book. It seemed that he did not notice you and your words and went further into the kitchen, where he began to look for something.
The harsh sound makes you follow him and see him pull out the slicing tongs and walk towards you.
"Answer to whom these words were addressed, because if not me, then I will rip out your filthy tongue."
King!Jin
Today was calm and beautiful day when you and Jin could walk along the waterfront. Usually this rarely happens and your whole day consists of cleaning the mansion, but today Jin decided to make a small gift.
"See the boat? We'll take a ride on the sea and I'll show you something special." Kim holds out his hand, pointing to a small dot in the distance that is noticeably approaching.
"I love you", you whispered, hugging your boyfriend. Your joy knew no bounds, it seemed that the gods had mercy on you and made Jin normal.
"I wish I could hear it after sex, but it’s okay.", Kim laughed as he kissed the top of your head.
Mafia!Yoongi
“Are these words really true, оr do you want to earn my trust so that you can strike later??”, Putting down the unfinished brandy, Yoongi came close to you, examining every inch of his body.
Min was always paranoid. This became especially evident during his school years, when his father introduced him to mafia affairs. "You can't trust anyone" is the rule Yoongi adheres to, and your words will never force him to reconsider.
"If you love, then prove it. Kill your friends and bring me their heads!"
Assassin!Hoseok
"I love you! I love you! I love you!" Clutching at Hoseok's legs, you sobbed and begged him to stay home.
As awful as Hoseok was, you didn't want him to put himself in danger, and that person kept you alive and raised you. The police are in the city and are looking for Chon. You knew that if they caught him, they would jail you too, because Hoseok forced to kill s / o innocent people.
"I love you too, but money will not come to us on its own. So shut your mouth and go to sleep, otherwise you will go to the basement!"
Oh, if you knew that the police were not looking for him, but for you, in order to save. I wonder what you would do?
Werewolf!Jimin
"What did you say? Repeat, I want you to do it again.", Jimin says excitedly, giving up all his work and walking briskly towards you.
"I love you, Jimin!"
"Dear ... my love ... I knew it, I always knew ... I love you too ... you ... mine forever", incoherent speech flew out from the mouth, wanting to hear it again.
Park Jimin always knew that you would love him and come to terms with your fate, it was just a matter of time.
Sadist!Taehyung
"I love you"
"Yes, I know"
"Is that all, is this all you tell me Taehyung?", your boyfriend's indifferent look at what was happening sometimes annoyed you, but I never dared to talk about it until I confessed to him.
You seem to have been replaced: from a modest submissive toy you turned into a domineering fearless girl. You wanted to keep yelling, but a strong grip on your throat quickly stopped the approaching tirade.
"Baby, I didn't give you the right to raise your voice at me. If you really love me, then you have to try to prove it."
Psychopath!Jungkook
Every day since Jungkook took her/him to him, he constantly said how much he loves you, and also forced him to answer him "I love you too." Since then, he broke you and made you believe these words. Now not a single minute is complete without this phrase, wherever you are, whatever you do, you always need to tell him about your love.
"I love you, Jeon Jungkook"
"I love you too, Jeon Y/N"
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silver platter
Spencer Reid x Reader
Warning/Includes: none! Spencer being happy
Summary: Spencer meeting your family for the first time
Note: this idea pop up out of nowhere. he is truly every in law's dream dare i say.
There was a line of dust flour across your face, Spencer noticed. There was laughter and pure happiness hanging in the air. It made him both fuzzy and dizzy, an odd combination that he couldn’t really tell why it was there in the first place.
When you had told him that your parents invited him to join your family gathering, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go. He had met your parents two times in total throughout his life before, once as a federal agent and a coworker and once as a good friend of yours. It would be his third now, and for most, they wouldn’t be as nervous as he would be when the prospect popped up for the third time.
But this time, he would face your parents as a man who loved you with all of his heart, a man who proudly called himself your boyfriend over and over.
You had warned him this morning that while he had met your parents twice, he hadn’t met the rest of your extended family before. A harmless warning that you had come from a big family with aunts who love to pester new people with a bunch of questions and cousins who love to poke some fun here and there. You had warned him, with the most serious look you could muster that did nothing to him but made him want to laugh at the way you tiptoe to make yourself look taller, nose scrunched adorably, that while your family are good, they could be draining.
Spencer had just smiled. Placing a chaste kiss to your forehead in order to mask his own unnerving nervousness brewing at the pit of his stomach. It was endearing that when it should be him who worried about this whole ordeal of meeting your whole extended family for the first time, it was you who took all the downfall and stressing out about his own comfort. He kissed you again, to reassure you that it would be fine, while gently tucking away his own worry so you don’t have to worry about anything else.
His worry and nervousness almost immediately melted away when he entered your parents’ threshold. Your mother smiled and lit up brighter than a Christmas tree when she spotted you hand-in-hand with him. Spencer’s eyes widened in both surprise and delight as your mother embraced him like he was one of her own, welcoming you and ushered you both inside.
It was hard for his nervousness or any unpleasant feeling to grow inside. All of them are lovely people who had loved you twice as much, and consequently, had extended their love for him too with a wide welcoming arm. It was hard for him not to fall into the warmth of a familial love when he saw you surrounded by it, a bright smile on your face as you reminisced childhood stories with your cousins, or letting out defensive screeches when your mother pulled out an old photo album.
You were such a cute kid, he thought, and an even cuter adult now.
He found himself bombarded with innocents, endearing questions from your aunts. It was hard for him not to smile and laugh, as they ask about his favorite food and insist on knowing his input on their cooking. He found himself cackling at the game of wild play tag your nieces and nephews conduct, engaged in a really competitive monopoly game with your cousins, and had a nice small talk with your siblings. It made him crave to have a family of his own.
From the corner of his eyes, he caught you smiling at him as he sat in the middle of the living room. Your nieces and nephews surrounded him like he was the center of the universe, eyes wide with anticipation and excitement as he hung his magic trick in the air. A loud, excited squeal broke as he pulled a string of cards from behind your niece’s ear, and a loud clap and booming laughter coming from the adults made his heart swell.
When he sat and watched you moving around the kitchen with your sister and your cousins, talking animatedly and eagerly about trying a recipe you had always wanted to try, he wondered why he had to be worried in the first place. He sat down at the kitchen counter, tried his best to ignore the whiff smell of freshly baked cookies waiting to cool off in the counter and barely registering your brother slipped into the empty seat next to him, when he was so busy thinking that he was sitting there as no one but a boy who loved you with all of his heart.
When the day finally set and the night slowly came, the excitement had worn out a little bit. The little kids now had ushered into empty rooms, asleep, and tired from running around for the whole day. He found himself sitting in the living room with your father pressing a drink into his hand.
Spencer glanced into the brandy on his hand, bracing himself for the stern talk coming from your father. He remembered Morgan had mentioned it once to him in a teasing manner when he revealed he’d visited your family for the weekend that some fathers are protective and unkind to boyfriends.
“I’m glad that Y/N is coming with you,” your father instead started the conversation with an easy opening like that. Spencer glanced up from his drink with a barely concealed surprise, didn’t expecting such a statement coming when he had been preparing himself for another.
Spencer took a small sip into his drink to ground himself. “It’s honestly an honor that you invited me.”
Your father smiled. He remembered him as a really good man, although barely talked to strangers, but he didn’t make himself look unwelcome or cold to him when he first met him. You had mentioned to him that it took a while for him to warm up to new people, and Spencer couldn’t blame him for the fact that he did take his time too.
“You’re a really good man, Spencer. And if my child were to date any man, I am glad that it’s you.”
Spencer took a sharp breath, gently fiddled with his glass to calm down his erratic heart. Your father had just handed him his approval like it was nothing. A big trust and honor that most probably would work their ass off to have, handed to him on a silver platter.
“I promise I’ll protect Y/N with all my life, Sir.”
“You know Y/N doesn’t need a protection,” your father cocked an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Y/N has always been a fierce and strong child who can handle themselves. If anything, they just need a reminder not to carry the burden of the world alone. You just have to convince them to share the weight with you.”
He nodded, agreeing. Then the conversation flowed like a river after that. He talked about his mother and your father talked about his job and some wild stories coming from it. You emerged from the kitchen fifteen minutes into the conversation, blinking when you spotted him laughing together in an easy conversation with your father, and smiled.
The clock had struck midnight when he found himself laying on your childhood bed in your old room, staring into the ceiling littered with constellation stickers that were haphazardly put. It had been a long day and the exhaustion from the day slowly catching up to him.
“Hey,” you said, whispering as you nuzzled closer to him. There was a line of dust flour across your face, Spencer noticed. And you smelled like cinnamon.
“Hi,” he whispered, shifting closer to you. Although the day had been well-spent in his humble opinion, he couldn’t help but to notice he was mostly away from you and now he is aching to be with you.
And bless your heart, you understand him without a word needed to be said. You moved yourself close to him, hand easily snaking around his torso as your head found its way to the crook his neck. “How was your day?”
“Lovely,” Spencer answered quickly. “I teach Lily some of my magic tricks.”
You huffed at the mention of your niece, frowning at the fact he was so deliberately sharing his magic trick he guarded from anyone but your niece, apparently. Spencer ducked down to kiss your forehead, smiling when you drew a half-hearted pattern on his chest.
“What were you talking about with dad, by the way?”
Spencer’s mind flew to the conversation that he had earlier, his mind replayed the conversation over and over. He smiled as he pulled you closer to him, squeezing your figure slightly. “Nothing. Just an honor handed to me on a silver platter.”
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Regrets
Summary: Your life feels like a big series of regretful choices until you meet them.
Word Count: 3.9K
Warnings: Mentions of prostitution, canon typical violence let me know if I missed anything :)
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It wasn’t supposed to feel this way. You knew that much, you stared up at the ceiling, it felt like you weren’t in your body. The springs creaking under his weight as he huffed and wheezed over you. His hands felt like fire, or maybe ice? When his sweaty head fell onto your chest you barely contained the disgusted sneer from curling onto your lips. He sighed and you grimaced at the warmth that blossomed in your lower half. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He continued to breathe heavily into your shoulder as you lay rigid beneath him.
But then again, did you know how it was supposed to feel? At the tender age of sixteen, you began to sell yourself. It was that or starvation. The choice was obvious. Now six years later, you were still doing the same stupid thing. All for what? Money? Sure, but the government made it impossible for you to escape this life. He rolled off of you and began to rummage in his side drawer for a cigarette. It wasn’t his first time doing this either. He was one of your regulars, a dirty merchant who had been seeking your services since you were seventeen.
You had thoroughly convinced yourself that there was no such thing as “a good man”. For anyone else, you would’ve already been out the door. But he liked for you to stay the night with him.
You weren’t sure if he just liked the idea of you being in his bed, or if it was to trick him into feeling like a better person. But either way, he paid you extra to linger. So you stayed still as you watched the smoke curl towards the filthy ceiling, the feeling of his hand on the top of your thigh as he smoked. He wasn’t necessarily the ugliest lay that you’d had. But by no means was he a charmer. He was probably about ten years older than you, with stubble and this big blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair. You swallowed thickly and sat up, the feeling of him leaking out from inside of you made your stomach churn. You wandered over to the basin of water he kept on the dresser and set about cleaning yourself up.
“I’ll get you out of here one of these days.” His voice was groggy and you knew that the words held no real value. He said it all the time. He never kept his promises.
“I know you will.” You said as you wrung the washcloth out, the sound of water splashing filling the silence.
“Here you are.” He held out a small pouch of coins and you took that as your cue to leave, it was one of those nights apparently. One of the rare ones, where he turned you loose early. Maybe if you were lucky, you could find another client to get a few extra coins for the evening. You took the pouch and pulled your ratty dress over your head, cinching the built-in corset around your waist. You slid the pouch into your small clutch and slid your feet into the flats that you wore. By the time you were out the door, he was already snoring.
The air was musty, as always as you wandered down the dirty streets. Oil lamps illuminating the streets, there were a few drunkards wandering, a few fellow prostitutes as well. You were lucky that he lived in what was loosely considered to be the better part of town.
“Hey, baby” Someone called across the street and you looked up, flashing one of your practiced coy smiles up at the man. He had ash-blond hair and a lanky frame. The dark-haired man that was with him rolled his eyes and held onto his elbow tightly, despite his efforts to cross the street to get to you.
“Where are you going?” He yelled through his cupped hands and you decided to go to him. You kept a safe distance from the pair as the man continued to struggle against the grip his friend had on his arm.
“Where ever you want me.” You brushed some hair off your face and he smiled widely.
“We’re not interested.” The dark-haired man grunted and turned to march on down the street, the blond digging his heels into the ground.
“Levi you dick look at her she’s stunning!” The blond protested as he scrambled for purchase as the man drug him off his feet.
“You’re drunk and she’s a walking STD.” Your pleasant smile fell from your face at his words and the man let out a gasp at his friend’s words.
“How cruel! Don’t listen to him, sweetheart.” The man finally broke free of the other’s grasp, staggering up to you. You tried to regain your composure but it felt too forced.
“What’s your name?” He asked and your brows rose, they never asked that.
“My name?” You said dumbly and he chuckled.
“Yeah, you know, like Jill or Sally-”
“Call me whatever you want.” You said with a sly smirk, despite the confusion rolling inside of you. His brows furrowed and he cocked his head to the side. His friend was behind him, glaring daggers at you.
“I want to call you by your name.” He said and you frowned.
“That’s not how it works.” You said as you fought with your patience.
“What do you mean?” He asked innocently as he seemed to sober up.
“I mean…” What did you mean?
“Farlan.” His friend had officially lost his patience, snagging him by his wrist he drug him away. You watched the pair stumble around the corner. You turned and walked slowly in the opposite direction, suddenly, you didn’t want to find another man to earn that extra bit of cash. You just wanted to lay in bed and think about the boy who saw you for who you were. Not what was under your dress, or between your legs.
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It was about a year later that you ran into him again. Or rather them. You had picked up a job at a tavern, serving booze and occasionally offering other services. They had walked in and the air in the room became thick with tension. You hated to admit it, but you had kept an eye out for the charismatic blond ever since that night. But now that he was here, how were you supposed to react. Another factor was the young woman that accompanied the men. The trio sat in a secluded booth and you frowned when you realized that it wasn’t in your section. As your coworker wandered past you with a tray full of beer, you caught her elbow.
“I’ll take that table.” You said quietly, nodding towards the trio.
“Fine by me.” She shrugged and continued on with her task. You smoothed out your skirt and squared your shoulders, once you had collected yourself, you walked across the crowded room. Coming to a stop in front of the booth you cleared your throat. The dark-haired man looked up with a chilling glare and you flashed him a dazzling smile. The blond looked up next, eyes widening when he recognized you. The girl seemed upset, arms crossed over her chest and eyes far off and brooding.
“What can I get you?” You asked and the blond smiled up at you like a lost puppy.
“Beer please, and whatever soup you have.” He sat straighter, squaring his shoulders as he did so.
“Of course.” You said and turned to look at the other two.
“Same for me, but no beer.” The girl mumbled, shooting you a look.
“Just the soup.” The dark-haired man said, sizing you up as you nodded.
“Coming right up.” You said before turning to fill their order. Once you left the blond turned to the dark-haired man and smiled wickedly.
“What are the odds?”
“Not slim enough.” Levi rolled his eyes and Isabel looked between the two men.
“It’s destiny, Levi!” Farlan pressed as he turned to look at you behind the bar.
“It’s really her!” He gushed as you ladled some soup into three bowls and placed them onto a tray.
“That’s the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard.” Levi scoffed as you hoisted the tray onto your shoulder and weaved your way back in their direction. You set the tray down onto the edge of the table and Levi watched as Farlan snuck glances at your cleavage as you passed them their food.
“So...I never got your name.” Farlan said as you passed him his beer. You smiled and tucked the tray under your armpit.
“Some people call me Brandi.” You shrugged and Farlan chuckled.
“No no, your real name.” He lifted the mug of ale to his lips as he waited for your reply.
“Maybe one day.” You said coyly and he grinned widely at you, determined to earn your trust and learn your name.
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The trio began frequenting the bar, Farlan fawning over you while the other two watched. It became a routine of sorts, you would serve them and Farlan would try to coax more information out of you. The trio grew on you, well more specifically Isabel and Farlan. Levi mostly remained silent and brooding. That was until this night. It started off like any other, serving beer and speaking just enough to ensure good tips. You hadn’t been offering yourself for some time now, content with the money that waitressing brought you. The trio had just arrived, and for whatever reason, the patrons had been awfully rowdy. You brought the trio their usual order, and Farlan asked you a stupid question and you laughed. You genuinely threw your head back and let loose a real laugh, the sound had been music to his ears, even Levi had perked up.
“Farlan, you-”
“Brandi?” The voice made chills run down your spine, the carefree expression melting off of your face.
“Is that really you? God, you look better than the last time I laid eyes on you.” His hand was on your hip, an icy fire burning through your skirt and sinking back into your skin.
“If I had known you were here...I would’ve come drinking much more.” He breathed against the back of your neck as he shamelessly brushed your hair off of your nape. Farlan’s smile melted off of his face as he watched the exchange.
“Come home with me...it’s been so long.” You looked like a petrified animal as he pressed a kiss to your neck.
“She’s not interested.” The voice shocked you out of your stupor. It hadn’t been Farlan, but rather Levi, who was glowering in the man’s direction from his seat in the booth.
“She’s always interested.” The man cooed as he pulled you flush against him. Levi’s expression darkened and he stood slowly from his seat, Farlan blinked dumbly as he watched Levi reach forward and pry his hand off of your hip. You took a step forward and leaned against the booth, watching as Levi put himself between you and the man.
“Watch it, pal. That’s my girl.” The man snarled, moving to step around Levi, who mirrored him to keep himself between you and the slob.
“Not anymore.” You bristled, the words he spoke made your stomach flip. Levi never spoke to you, why was he doing this?
“Step.Aside.” The man growled and you grabbed Levi’s elbow.
“It’s fine.” Your grip was shaky but you knew that you had to handle this on your own.
“See, she wants this.” He said smugly and your lip curled up in a disgusted grimace.
“I’m done doing that. So if you aren’t here to drink, then you should leave.” You said sternly and he froze at your words.
“You don’t mean that baby.” He said slowly as he took a tentative step forward. Levi stiffened and you shot him a warning look.
“No, I do. I’m done.”
“I’ll pay you well. You know I’m good to you.” He pressed and you shook your head.
“No.” You lifted your chin defiantly and he growled, reaching for your wrist, but Levi was faster. It was so fast that you were only able to process the loud snapping of bone and the agonized scream that followed.
“Beat it,” Levi growled, his short structure somehow seemed to take up the whole space as the man hunched over, cradling his broken hand. He shot you one last withering look before turning and retreating from the bar. You looked to Levi, who was already slumping back into his seat. Farlan stood and looked at you with wide eyes.
“Are you alright?” He asked and you nodded numbly.
“I’m fine.” You assured him, turning to leave, favoring the idea of going home and washing your body raw.
“He seemed like a real piece of work,” Isabel commented as she looked you up and down.
“He’s just an asshole.” You grumbled, rubbing your wrist.
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That was the last time that you saw him. Saw any of them, they never came back, the man who had haunted your body, and the people who had become your friends of sorts. You heard rumors, that the trio had been arrested, killed by Kenny, and even that they had joined the military. You didn’t know what to believe, so you tried not to dwell on it. But you missed them, Isabel’s loud boisterous laughter, Farlan’s constant fawning, and even Levi’s brooding. You nearly had enough to pay the passage to the surface, only two more weeks of work to be exact.
Once you had the cash, you would split town. Start fresh on the surface, find another job, maybe a partner…Two weeks couldn’t come fast enough. The fateful day came, you didn’t bother bringing anything along, just the clothes on your back and the cash in your pocket. You paid the toll and marched up the stairs, the sun was brighter than you expected. You stared up at the sky, squinting and holding your hand over your sensitive eyes.
The world was so big, the sky annoyingly blue and blinding, the people not sickly and pale. You wandered the streets like a ghost, hands shoved in your pockets as you passed other women in fancy dresses, men in suits and top hats. You felt dirty in comparison.
The inner wall wasn’t for you, not with all the pleasant bakeries and flower shops. So you walked until you reached the massive wall. But you didn’t stop there, you went through the gate, into the smaller district of Trost. By the time you reached that far wall, the sun was dipping below the top of it, casting the district in a rose-colored glow.
You found yourself sleeping on the streets, much as you had done in your earlier years. You had no money, having used every cent to pay the toll. Your stomach rumbled and you leaned heavily against the crate you had propped yourself against. You spotted an old newspaper on the ground and you picked it up.
You could only pick out bits and pieces that you could understand, having never learned to read or write, but the message was clear. The survey corps had failed on yet another mission, you frowned and set the paper back down. Maybe the military was your only solace. Many people joined for the room and board, even with the risks that were built in with it. So that’s what you did. The next day you found a recruitment stall and enlisted. Since you were older than the normal age of enlistment, they just stuck you in the garrison. You found yourself wearing a uniform and training with others like yourself. It was dull, they drank most of the time, you stayed distant. It was odd, surreal even, having worked so hard for this life, and feeling that it was pointless. Turned out, the surface wasn’t much better than the subterranean city. The men still sought after you, the food was still scarce, the only difference was that the streets didn’t run with shit.
You were surprised when one day the commander approached you, twirling his mustache between his index and thumb as he walked along the wall. You were cleaning a cannon when he stopped behind you, waiting for you to finish your task.
“Care to join me?” He asked, unscrewing his flask and tipping the alcohol down his throat. You saluted him and joined him, easily matching his pace.
“You’ve worked hard.” He commented and you froze up, the praise was unexpected and felt almost unwarranted. But he was right, you had worked hard.
“Yes sir.” You agreed and he smiled at you, the skin around his eyes pinching together.
“I believe that a promotion is in order.” You furrowed your brows and tilted your head to the side.
“Sir?” You spoke softly and he chuckled.
“There’s going to be a meeting later this month. For the commanders and the nobles to discuss budgets.” He was smiling at you with an odd glint in his eyes.
“I’m aware…” You weren’t sure where he was going with this.
“Normally, I would ask Nina to accompany me, but she has asked to be relieved of this burden.” He continued, you vaguely recalled the name of his second in command.
“Will you join me?” He asked and you knew that you couldn’t say no.
“Of course sir. It would be an honor.” You said with another salute. He chuckled and nodded slowly.
“Hope you’re a good dancer, as you were.” He dismissed you, continuing with his walk.
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You saved up for a dress, although it was simple, it was easily the nicest article you had ever owned in your life. The venue was at a large noble’s castle, with sprawling gardens and marbled rooms. The air felt cool against your exposed skin as you sipped on the glass of wine Pyxis had brought you. Men and women were milling about, chattering about politics and rich people matters. Pyxis was gracious enough to not force you to dance with him, but you did stay by his side, not knowing anyone else at the gathering. He was talking to the premier when the scouts arrived. Commander Erwin’s hair was gelled back, wearing a suit. Section commander Hange was also wearing a suit, their eyes alight as they chatted with one of the garrison section commanders. Trailing at the back of the scouts, was a face all too familiar. His inky black hair was trimmed neatly into an undercut, the suit he wore was simple and fit him perfectly. The air left your lungs as you watched him slink across the room like a cat.
Should you go up to him? What would you say? “Hey remember me? I’m the whore that your friend was infatuated with all those years ago.” No, that was hardly appropriate. He seemed to be glued to the Commander’s side, as loyal as a hound. Your stomach dropped when Erwin turned and began to head in your direction. Your legs screamed for you to run, to the bathroom, outside, anywhere but here. Levi still hadn’t noticed you yet, too busy taking in his surroundings still. You slid behind Pyxis, using him as a buffer, pretending to be invested in his conversation with Zackly.
“Premier.” Erwin’s deep voice startled you but you managed to keep your composure.
“Ah Commander, good to see you.” Zackly reached out and shook Erwin’s hand. Then Erwin shook Pyxis’s and he smiled at you, hand extended for you to take.
“And who might you be?” He asked as you took his hand and shook it firmly.
“Captain (Y/n)” You introduced yourself and Levi finally looked at you, eyes slightly widened as they drank you in.
“Rolls off the tongue nicely doesn’t it.” Pyxis jested as you withdrew your hand, you managed a slightly strangled sounding laugh.
“Newly promoted,” Pyxis explained, launching into a new conversation with Erwin, meanwhile, your eyes were locked with Levi’s.
“Introduce yourself, Levi.” Erwin prompted and Levi scoffed, averting his eyes. Pyxis let out a bark of laughter and placed a hand over your lower back. He pushed you forwards and you found yourself right in front of Levi. Not knowing what else to do, you extended your hand and Levi looked at it skeptically before taking your hand. You noticed Erwin’s look of surprise as the two of you shook hands.
“Levi.” He said simply and you found yourself smiling a little dumbly.
“(Y/n).” You said in return as he pulled his hand back. Pleased with the interaction, the higherups began to talk shop as you and Levi continued to sneak glances at one another. Finally, you excused yourself to get some fresh air, escaping to one of the open doors and out into the moon-bathed garden. You only made it a few steps before someone cleared their throat behind you.
“Made it out?” Levi walked slowly down the steps as you waited for him.
“Yeah, glad to see you did too.” You spoke slowly, careful as if not to spook him. He was an elusive creature after all.
“The military?” He said, eyes piercing you as he waited for your response.
“Not much else to do up here.” You shrugged and he hummed in agreement. The two of you sit in silence as you look up to the sky, the warm summer breeze kissing your skin.
“I never said thank you.” You broke the trance, turning and facing him fully. His eyes narrowed and you found yourself smiling at him
“What are you on about?” Levi asked as he met your stare.
“That night at the bar...when you told that guy off.” You explained as you slowly sank onto a nearby bench. He sat next to you, eyes still on your face.
“Right…” Levi sighed, hand reaching up to push his hair out of his face.
“If you hadn’t...I probably wouldn’t be where I am today.” You continued, turning to look up at the stars.
“He was...an asshole.” Levi sank back into the bench and you did the same.
“He was….whatever happened to Farlan and Isabel?” He tensed and you knew the answer, your heart cracked in two when he remained silent.
“...they were good people.” You said numbly, trying to remember their faces, but they were blurry and seemed to evade your grasp.
“The best,” Levi grunted and you frowned. You reached blindly in a bold move and found his hand. He flinched but surprisingly didn’t pull away, you threaded your fingers through his and turned to face him.
“I wish that...I had told him my name.” A single tear rolled off your cheek and Levi tilted his head down. Your hand felt clammy in his as you sniffled next to him, he looked down at your fingers, they had callouses much like his own did, scrapes on your knuckles. You were a fighter, through and through.
“He was a stubborn bastard,” Levi said after a moment and you gave him a watery smile.
“He seemed the type.” You laughed and averted your eyes once more.
“I’m glad I found you.” You said softly and he tensed.
“...”
“I’ve missed having friends.” Levi’s mouth fell open at your words and you laughed at his expression.
“I know we never talked much...but whenever I saw you guys...I felt safe.” You admitted, thumb grazing his knuckle as you spoke. He found himself clutching your hand tighter in response.
“I hope that we can see each other more again.” You smiled at him and he nodded slowly.
“Yeah...I’d like that.”
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half agony, half hope
“you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope.” - jane austen
Oikawa x f!reader, regency!au, angst, romance, hurt/comfort
for @sakeomi’s the chosen one collab
a/n: fueled by my love for jane austen and a bridgerton binge. some regency/nobility jargon but nothing too fancy. hope you like it :)
a huuuuge thank you to @tetsunormous for taking the time to look this over. you’re a gem!
wc: 9k+
Peering out the small window of your family’s carriage, you couldn’t help but scowl at the ridiculously nice weather you were having en route back to the ton. The weather had also been lovely the day you left society which you took as an affirmation that you’d made the right decision in leaving. Now, you didn’t feel that same hopeful sentiment you did back then and had hoped lousy weather would delay your return, but it seemed that your luck with the weather had run out.
The sun shone brightly and was accompanied by the perfect amount of white fluffy clouds amidst a beautiful blue sky. There was a light breeze that kept your bonneted head cool enough to prevent beads of sweat from trailing down your brow, and you were also positive that Henry, your footman, was enjoying the mild weather outside on his box seat as he escorted you from your family’s country estate back to town.
You drew back the small curtain and leaned back onto your cushioned seat before picking up the stack of letters beside you and thumbing through them until you found the first of many unopened ones. Setting aside the others—all mostly from your father demanding your return—you examined all twelve letters that bore an unbroken turquoise seal and were addressed to you from Toru Oikawa. They all had a date scribbled on the bottom right corner, with the first one dating back to six months after you left town. You successfully fought off the urge to open the letters and piled them up with the others before putting them away in a wooden box—a present from your late mother.
It was hard to believe that a year had passed since you begged your father to let you retire to the country after witnessing an immoral scene no respectable person should ever witness—let alone the fiancée of one of the perpetrators. Looking back, you could firmly say it wasn’t the shame that drove you to abandon society and your fiancé but the heart-wrenching agony you felt from seeing the man you loved with another woman.
While love matches were a rare thing between members of the aristocracy, you had truly believed yours to be one of them, and it all started from the moment you first beheld Toru.
It had been the annual debutante ball hosted by the monarchy, and you, along with a dozen other seventeen-year-old ladies, were making your debut into society. The ball was strictly for the aristocracy only, and, as a result, only members of the nobility were able to mingle with each other.
While on the surface, it was meant to start the matchmaking season by introducing the newest line-up of ladies to the ton’s eligible bachelors and their mothers, there were other activities taking place simultaneously. Racy affairs took place under a cover of darkness in hidden corners or outside in the gardens, and business deals of all sorts were struck up in gambling rooms between men as they dealt cards and downed glasses of brandy.
Of course, being the naïve debutante that you were, thoughts on the covert activities taking place were beyond you. All you could think about was keeping your head held high, back straight, and minding your step as you walked to the dais where the royal family sat, to not trip over the hem of your new silk ball gown.
After a satisfactory curtsy and subtle nods from the King and Queen, you took your place next to your father, the Count. The butterflies in your stomach settled as you watched the debutantes with better curtsies, looks, and family backgrounds get asked to dance by eligible young men. After a couple of songs, apprehension ate away at your calm demeanor as you wondered if standing at the sidelines in the balls to come would be your fate. Beside you, the Count shifted uncomfortably, and you took notice of his knitted brows as he scanned the room for someone before excusing himself and disappearing into the crowd.
Just when you’d resigned yourself to a dance-less evening and twiddled with your dance card, a pair of black boots stood before you and captured your attention. You looked up to find yourself face to face with the man that would become your fiancé—Toru Oikawa, the Duke of Seijoh.
He was everything a young man should’ve been and more. He was effortlessly charming and handsome with his velvety brown eyes that remained fixed on you throughout that evening, tousled brown locks that added to his boyish looks, and a roguish smile that never failed to take your breath away.
Toru remained by your side that entire evening. The two of you spent half of the evening dancing and the other half talking about your interests and hobbies. It didn’t take much for an innocent girl like you to fall for the first man that spared you any attention, so by the end of the evening, when Toru placed a gentle kiss on your gloved hand, you were already half in love with the man.
Toru spent a considerable amount of time wooing you during those two months prior to your engagement in your defense. He called upon your home at least three times a week, during which the two of you split your time in your drawing room conversing over tea, admiring your estate’s gardens, or promenading through the town.
It was during those times that you realized just how popular your suitor was simply from the jealous stares that ladies would send your way. At first, it was easy to ignore them, but as time went on and they grew bolder in their actions, you often found yourself biting back tears during assemblies or rejecting tea invitations to avoid subjecting yourself to their snipes.
While being the object of the Duke of Seijoh’s interest did ostracize you from the other ladies, you found that it was worth it as long as Toru’s charming smiles and warm words continued to fill your dull life with love. That was the belief you held onto up until that fateful morning when Toru arrived with flowers and an engagement ring before getting down on one knee. Besides your initial meeting at the debutante ball, the day of your engagement was the happiest day of your life, made even more special by one of the Count’s rare smiles and an albeit awkward embrace.
Unlike the fantasy you had already concocted in your mind, the reality of your engagement was disheartening to say the least. Toru stopped visiting your home altogether and avoided you at balls and other social events. While you hid away in corners, sipped on a glass of port, and made-up excuses for him, Toru fluttered about the assembly rooms chattering away with friends and dancing with ladies that never failed to mock you afterwards.
During those rare occasions when he graced you with his presence, any complaints you took up with Toru were shot down as petty jealousy. His smile would disappear from his handsome face, and his eyebrows would knit together as if you were submitting him to a torture session by just speaking with him.
“What other proof of my love do you need?” He would ask and raise your ring-clad hand for effect. “You will be my duchess and the mother of my children. That is all that should matter to you.”
You spent the majority of the fall and winter seasons planning for your wedding with only the guidance of the Marchioness of Niiyama. She had been widowed at the young age of twenty and had inherited her husband’s title, but above all, she was Toru’s childhood friend. While you found the Marchioness witty and extremely helpful when it came to wedding planning and understanding Toru, you found yourself missing your deceased mother more than ever and wondered what sort of advice she would give regarding your relationship.
The only time you saw Toru was during the Christmas celebrations and official events where the two of you were expected to attend as a couple. Other than that, you didn’t see or hear from your fiancé and spent your days wondering what went wrong while ignoring the conclusion you came to every time.
Those thoughts would continue to plague your mind until the last ball of the spring season when you decided to take a stroll in the gardens only to find Toru and the person that had been your confidante over the last couple of months—the Marchioness. Her long willowy arms were wrapped around Toru’s frame with her gloved fingers tangled in his brown locks as the two shared a lover’s kiss.
The sight was like falling into frigid waters. A numbness washed over, and you stood frozen in place while the air around you thickened until you couldn’t breathe. There was a disconnect between your body that remained still and your mind that was full of screaming thoughts demanding you move, confront them, or leave the premises altogether. It wasn’t until you locked eyes with the marchioness that the spell you were under broke, and you fled the scene with hot tears stinging your eyes.
That night was the first time you cried in front of your father since the death of your mother. It was also the first time you personally asked him for anything and, to your surprise, he acquiesced.
For the remainder of that night, the house was abuzz in preparation for your departure at dawn. You also didn’t sleep a wink that night and instead gathered all of the letters, dresses, bonnets, and gloves Toru sent and tossed them into the fire. With swollen eyes and still in your ball gown, you sat in front of the fire and watched the items you once treasured burn until the flames died out and only ashes were left.
In the end, you left for your family’s country estate before the rays of the sun peeked over the horizon but not before taking off the ring on your left hand’s fourth finger and leaving it on the windowsill of your bedchamber.
“Apologies for the delay, my lady, but we’ll be arriving in the evening.” Henry called out to you from his seat at the front.
“Thank you for letting me know, Henry.” You replied and continued to flip through the documents you’d prepared prior to leaving your country estate.
When your sorrow turned into indignation, you decided to do everything in your power to put an end to your engagement. What started as a simple letter asking your father to end things with Toru on your behalf snowballed into endless hours of research and lessons on all matters relating to your family’s properties, business ventures, and finances. The catalyst? Your father’s curt reply explaining the details of your engagement contract.
The engagement also includes a business deal the duke struck up with me that will save us from ruin. It cannot be broken off simply because you’ve fallen out of love with him. Stop this nonsense and come home immediately.
Your Father,
Now a year later, you returned with a vast amount of knowledge on your family’s businesses and the large debt accumulated from decades of bad business moves. It was a sheer miracle your family hadn’t lost your properties yet, and it was easy to see why your father had readily agreed to an engagement with someone as powerful as Toru Oikawa.
He had offered your father enough money to settle your family’s debts and then some to invest back into Seijoh’s multiple businesses. While it was a fair enough deal on the surface, you couldn’t help but wonder why Toru had chosen you. If it was purely to find a wife and gain a life-long investor, there were plenty of other families in dire situations with daughters of marriageable age that would’ve fit the bill. Whatever his reasoning, you made it your mission to find out during your inevitable encounter with him.
The tired whinny of the horses woke you from your slumber to an almost pitch-black carriage. Henry rustled outside while you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and straightened your bonnet. The door opened a moment later, and your footman greeted you with a weary smile and an extended hand.
“Welcome home, my lady.”
You took his hand and stepped down in front of your family’s estate, illuminated for the night. Although smaller than your family’s country estate, the imposing white stone building had been your family’s ancestral seat for generations and held memories that you either held near and dear to your heart or buried in the darkest corners of your mind.
“Rest well, Henry.” You said and gave your footman a small smile. “You’ve worked hard.”
“Thank you, my lady,” Henry replied with a low bow before returning to the carriage.
Turning to face your home, the front doors opened, and a blanket of light from home illuminated the pathway before you. Almost immediately, a flurry of maids exited the building and made their way to you, wearing sheepish looks and emitting a cacophony of apologies for not greeting you properly. Walking into your home surrounded by bustling maids and butlers carrying your luggage, you took a deep breath and braced yourself for the mess that awaited you.
While a year ago, the sight of hundreds of lilacs would have brought tears of joy to your eyes, the pungent fragrance of your favorite flower that filled your bedroom made you nauseous the longer you remained. You raised a handkerchief to your face and picked up one of the dozens of turquoise name cards attached to the bouquets that, sure enough, had Toru Oikawa printed in gold.
Crumpling the name card, you turned to your maids. “Get these out of my sight. The smell is making me ill.”
The maids exchanged a confused look before one of them spoke up. “But, my lady, His Grace delivered these himself—”
“I’m well aware of that fact,” you replied, tossing the crumpled name card onto a bouquet. “But I still want them taken out immediately.”
“Y-yes, my lady, right away!”
As the maids went to work, a knock on the door caught your attention, and you found the head butler standing at the door. The sight was one you were accustomed to and, wordlessly, you approached the elder man already knowing what he’d say.
“Greetings, my lady. I hope your trip wasn’t too tiring.” He said with a slight bow
“I’m assuming father wants to see me?” You replied curtly.
“Yes, Lord L/N is waiting for you in his study. Please, allow me to escort you there.”
“There is no need for that. I will see myself there.” Noticing the weary look on his wrinkled face, you softened your tone. “You may retire for the night.”
After dismissing the butler and removing your travel coat and bonnet, you made your way to your father’s study on the other side of the manor. Standing outside the study, you straightened your dress and took a deep breath before knocking once on the large mahogany door.
“Come in,” a low voice rumbled from the other side, and you opened the double doors to reunite with your father.
The Count sat at a table instead of his desk and upon closer inspection, you noticed the array of pastries accompanied by a teapot and two cups. The refreshments caught you off guard, and you stood awkwardly trying to process the situation that was unlike any of the other meetings with your father.
While you were sure some fathers excessively doted on their daughters, the Count wasn’t one of them and only grew more distant after the death of your mother. He either remained locked away in his study or went on business trips. Family dinners happened only once a month, and even then, they were stiff affairs with him asking about your education and you replying with short answers. The only semblance of affection from him came in the form of gifts with short notes delivered to you by the head butler. It was in those notes that your father would awkwardly convey his affection by congratulating you on an academic achievement or wishing you a happy birthday.
“Sit, Y/N,” the Count stated gesturing to the chair across from him. “I had them prepare this fresh for your arrival.”
“Thank you,” you replied and took a seat, settling your hands on your lap.
The Count took a sip from his cup, and when you didn’t partake of the food, he let out an exasperated sigh.
“Must you make things so complicated from the get-go?”
Any fondness you felt at the sight of your father and the display he prepared for you dissipated the moment he uttered those disgruntled words.
“I apologize if my wanting of a respectful husband complicates things for you.”
Your thinly veiled anger was somewhat of a shock to your father, who had never been on the receiving end of it. He cleared his throat and replaced his surprise with a look of disapproval.
“Whatever happened a year ago, I am certain that Oikawa has thoroughly repented. He’s been visiting me over the past six months for news of you since you never replied to his letters. He even spent the entire day waiting for your return.”
Your heart clenched painfully in your chest while a harsh, derisive laugh ripped from your throat. “Yes, I’m sure the lucrative deal the two of you made had absolutely nothing to do with his visits. Tell me, father, how much more did he offer you?”
The Count averted his gaze and lightly shook his head. “You’ve changed so much I hardly recognize you. Was his transgression so great to turn you into this?”
“I doubt whatever I say will change your mind on the matter.” You replied coldly and took a bite from a cookie. “I just hope whatever he offered didn’t affect our agreement.”
He took another sip from his tea and fixed his gaze on you, his own face undecipherable. You steeled your resolve under his scrutiny and held your breath waiting for his answer.
“If you can find another alternative, be it via marriage or not, that will provide our family with the funds needed to get us back on our feet, I will do everything in my power to annul the engagement.”
You exhaled. “Thank y-”
“But you must receive him when he comes tomorrow,” the Count concluded, setting down his teacup.
You finished your cookie and stood up. “I already planned on it. Thank you for the dessert. I shall take my leave now.”
The Count nodded his approval and you sank into a curtsey before turning your heel and leaving your father’s study. Once outside, you leaned back against the large double doors, relishing your small victory against your father.
Despite being completely worn out from the trip, you tossed and turned in bed only managing a couple hours of sleep as thoughts of Toru filled your mind. While it was relatively easy to occupy your mind with other things during the day, he was a constant figure in your head at night that always invaded your dreams.
Toru Oikawa still resided within your heart, whether you chose to admit it or not, and your father’s revelation of his visits during your time away proved it. It had been a fleeting sensation but your heart had wavered in that moment.
By the time the sun rose over the horizon, you had already bathed, dressed, and sat on your room’s balcony nibbling on a plate of fruit. It was all you could stomach while you waited for Toru’s impending arrival.
“Would you like me to style your hair, my lady?” The outspoken maid from the day before inquired hesitantly.
Raising a hand to your hair, you considered her suggestion for a moment before deciding against it. A year ago, you would have spent all morning primping for Toru’s visit, but the situation was different now, and there was no need for elaborate hairstyles.
“That won’t be necessary.”
You’d just finished your breakfast when you heard the faint whinnies of a horse that only grew louder. Rising from your seat, you were able to make out a male figure on horseback wearing a navy-blue tailcoat that approached your home. As the gentleman drew closer, his wind-swept brown hair came to view, and that was all you needed to verify his identity.
You wrung the cloth napkin in your hands before dropping it on your plate. “It seems we have a visitor to greet.”
The reunion between you and Toru was one that you’d played out in your mind many times over the course of the year. You’d memorized impassioned speeches and even practiced storming out of the room, yet nothing could have prepared you for the torrent of emotions that washed over you the moment you stepped into the drawing room where Toru waited.
He was on his feet as soon as you entered, tugging on his silver waistcoat as his eyes swept over your form. It had only been a year yet Toru seemed to have aged five. While still handsome, his boyish looks were gone and replaced with a weariness beyond his twenty-three years. Instead of the air of confidence he once gave off, the Toru before you appeared hesitant and—dare you say it—ashamed.
It wasn’t until his brown eyes locked onto yours that a glimmer of the light that used to radiate within his orbs appeared, and you felt your legs tremble with every step you took. A ragged breath left his lips that broke into a hesitant smile before he took a step forward that turned into another until he was able to take you into his arms.
“My love,” he breathed into the crook of your neck. “You’re back.”
You couldn’t breathe or move, as he tightened his hold around you. All you could do was stand there and feel every shallow breath he took as his entire body trembled against yours. He held you with a desperation that made your chest tighten and throat close up.
“I-I thought I lost you, Y/N,” Toru murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I swear to you that I’ll do everything in my power to make it all up. I’ll make you the happiest woman alive and you’ll never regret giving me this second chance. Oh, my love, I’m so happy you’re back that-”
Every word he spoke was like a needle poking and prodding at you until the pain became too much and you broke free from the trance you were in. A snarl ripped through your throat and you pushed Toru away with all of your strength.
“Let. Go!”
He stumbled backwards, steadying himself with a chair, and looked back at you as if you’d struck him across the face instead of breaking free from his suffocating hold. For a moment, you almost felt guilty for rejecting him when you saw the distress in his eyes, but the memory of his betrayal resurfaced and anger took ahold of you once more.
“You’re gravely mistaken if you think I have forgiven you, Your Grace. You and the Marchioness have shamed me in the worst possible way and I refuse to submit myself to a life of misery by your side. If I am meeting you today, it is only to put an end to this engagement. I’m sure you and your lover can find another girl to fool.”
Your voice quivered and tears stung your eyes, but you kept your head held high as the words tumbled out of your mouth like water bursting from a dam.
The color drained from Toru’s face as he stared at you aghast. His mouth opened and closed a multitude of times before it settled into a thin line. He tore his eyes from you, running a hand through his hair before a defeated sigh escaped him.
“You didn’t read my letters, did you?” He asked, facing you once again with the gleam of unshed tears in his eyes.
Your throat constricted painfully but you answered him anyway. “No, I didn’t and I refuse to do so. I’ve had enough of your lies and false proclamations of love-”
“I do love you!”
Toru’s declaration came out hurried, ragged, and desperate. It reverberated off the walls of the drawing room and echoed in your ears eliciting a shallow gasp from your trembling lips.
“I fell in love with you over the course of our courtship.” He admitted, gripping the back of the chair until his knuckles turned white. “It wasn’t what I expected. You...weren’t what I expected. Before I knew it, I found myself wanting to be by your side. You’re so beautiful, intelligent, and devoted and the moments I spent with you were the happiest I’d ever been in my entire life.”
“Why me?” You asked the question that had been on your mind for months, unable to wait any longer. “Why did you pick me?”
Toru’s shoulder’s drooped and dejection replaced desperation. “Your father’s title, your family name that is as old as the royal family itself, and your financial situation were all factors that singled you out as the best candidate.”
“Did…the Marchioness have any say in the matter?” Your voice was so quiet it wouldn’t have surprised you if he hadn’t heard it at all. There was a long silence and all you could hear was the drumming of your heart against your chest. Just when you were about to repeat the question, Toru spoke.
“She was the one that brought up your name.”
His words were like a slap to your face.
“Leave! At once! I cannot stand being in the same room with you.” You glared daggers at the man not caring if he was a duke and you the daughter of a mere count.
“Please allow me to explain the situation! It’s not what you think—”
“There is nothing to explain, Your Grace. Our relationship is over and if you don’t annul our engagement then I will find a way to do it myself.”
Your threat washed away the obstinacy in Toru’s eyes and a haunting hollow look glossed over them. His hand released the chair he’d been holding onto for the majority of your encounter, and he dragged his feet towards the door.
He surprised you by stopping beside you, and for a moment, you believed he would take you into his arms once again and beg you to forgive him. Only, he didn’t.
“Read the letters I sent you. They contain everything I’ve ever wanted to tell you. Only then will I agree to put an end to our engagement.”
His words haunted you throughout the day up until the evening when you sat at your desk and traced the turquoise seal on one of Toru’s letters. It would have been so easy to break the seals and read through the letters but the thought of falling prey to his pretty words stopped you.
The following morning, the plan to end your engagement and save your family from ruin started with a package from the investigator you hired back in the country. Within it you pulled out pages and pages of information on all of the families of the aristocracy. The reports included the names and ages of the members, the business endeavors of each of the families, and the properties they owned. Other details were also included like their financial status, list of acquaintances, and town gossip.
Over the course of a week, you were able to go through each report and compile a list of potential families you could strike up a deal with. The longer you delved into the background of every family on that list, the shorter said list became until one last name stood out amongst the rest—Kageyama.
According to the report, Viscount Kageyama had been successful in his business endeavors over the last couple of years and it was all thanks to his prodigal son. At the young age of twenty-one, Tobio Kageyama was racking up accomplishments left and right with no sign of slowing down. With a military background like his father, he was an excellent athlete and hunter and won almost all of the competitions he participated in. It was his eye for business ventures and investments, however, that caught your attention and made him a possible marriage candidate.
Over the past three years, he’d managed to turn his family’s failing businesses into prosperous ones and used those profits to invest in other groundbreaking ventures. That was the sort of advice you and your father needed to turn your debts into profits and it just so happened that Tobio wasn’t engaged to anyone.
You found that odd.
For a young man of his age with an acceptable family background and a natural talent for business to be without a fiancée was unheard of. The mothers of society would never let a man like him slip past their radars so you sought to find out why.
Rummaging through his family’s report, you searched for the list of acquaintances hoping to find a mutual one that might give you more information on him. Your eyes stopped on a last name that you’d recognized from an invitation to a tea party that would take place in two days’ time.
Turning away from the document, you called out to the outspoken maid that always seemed to be in the room when you needed her. “What is your name?”
“It is Akane, my lady.” She replied with a deep curtsey. “How can I be of service?”
You smiled, thoroughly pleased with how quick-witted she was. “Send word to the Yachi estate letting them know I will be attending Lady Hitoka’s tea party.”
Akane’s eyes flitted to the table then back to you before a small smile played on her lips. “Right away, my lady.”
Hitoka Yachi was somewhat of an outcast in polite society despite her caring and gentle personality. Her mother was an outspoken countess in her own right that had married for love and, and as a result, Hitoka was an heiress—something that was frowned upon by most. The two of you had bonded over the fact that you both had lost a parent at a young age; she had lost her father and you’d lost your mother.
Over the course of the year, you’d exchanged a letter here and there with Hitoka, and she’d been kind enough to reach out when you returned. While you initially hadn’t planned on attending social events until you’d broken your engagement, you figured rekindling your relationship with Hitoka while garnering information on her friend, Tobio, wouldn’t be too bad.
The day of the tea party, you dressed in a simple cotton dress with small flowers printed on the fabric and had Akane sweep your hair into a simple updo. Since the death of your mother, maids had come and gone under the head maid’s strict supervision, but none of them had stood out like Akane. You found her a smart and observant girl that worked as your eyes and ears around the estate. For that reason, you decided to keep her close and had her accompany you during your outing.
The Yachi’s manor was located in the outskirts of town and gave off the appearance of a large country home while less than an hour away from town. It was a beautiful home surrounded by gardens that, in the spring, bloomed exquisite flowers of all shapes, shades, and sizes.
You were escorted to the rose garden by one of the manor’s butlers where Hitoka and another young woman were already seated at a table filled to the edge with pastries, bite-sized sandwiches, fruits, and a porcelain teapot with matching cups and saucers.
“Y/N!” Hitoka exclaimed and leapt to feet and took your hands into hers. “Oh, it’s been far too long!”
“It’s nice to see you again, Hitoka,” you replied earnestly. “Thank you for your wonderful letters this past year. They were a great comfort to me.”
A pretty blush dusted her cheeks. “I’m glad my silly letters had such a wonderful effect.”
She drew you to the table where her other guest was standing by. Upon closer inspection, the young woman’s distinct black shining hair and stormy blue eyes triggered your memory and her name resurfaced just as Hitoka introduced you.
“Kiyoko, this Y/N L/N.” Hitoka said, gesturing to you. “Y/N, this is Kiyoko Sawamura.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Kiyoko.”
“Likewise, Lady Y/N.” She replied, her voice quiet but firm.
The three of you took your seats and Hitoka took the lead in the conversation cluing you in on what they’d been discussing. You caught a couple of words here and there but your main focus was on the woman to your left.
Three years ago at her debut, Kiyoko Sawamura had been declared a diamond of the first water by the Queen herself and had caused quite a stir amongst all of the eligible bachelors at the time. As the only daughter of the Duke of Karasuno, not only was she stunningly gorgeous but she came from a noble family whose wealth and power surpassed even that of the Oikawa’s. Her engagement to Yuji Terushima, heir to the Marquess of Johzenji, had been the announcement of the year—at least until the annulment three months later.
Rumors ran rampant that summer over what had actually happened but they all lead back to a cheating scandal involving Yuji and a maid from his household. Of course, Kiyoko faced the brunt of the ordeal since Yuji fled society like a coward along with his maid who ended up pregnant with his child, but she never succumbed to the pressure and kept her head held high with the support of her family. The last piece of gossip you’d heard regarding Kiyoko was that she’d found love with the son of Baron Tanaka.
To say you admired the woman was an understatement; she was everything you wanted to be but never could. Where she had braved society, you had fled to the country for a year like a coward.
Hitoka’s cheery voice broke through your cloud of dark thoughts. “…he’s been trying to get Tobio to attend more social events for the past two years, and he finally succeeded! Tobio will be attending Viscount Udai’s ball this Saturday.”
“I told you if anyone would be able to convince him it would be Shoyo. After all, they are best friends whether they admit it or not,” Kiyoko replied before taking a sip of her tea.
“Tobio Kageyama will be attending a ball?” You muttered, mostly to yourself but Hitoka heard you and responded.
“Yes! Are you acquainted with him, Y/N?”
“No, I am not,” you admitted sheepishly and made up an excuse on the spot. “My father mentioned him the other day and spoke of his achievements.”
“He is very talented when it comes to making money, but I just wish he would let people see the other sides of him. He’s actually a kind person underneath his gruff exterior,” Hitoka lamented before changing the course of the conversation.
“Will you also be attending the ball with His Grace?”
You plastered a smile on your face and prayed it looked genuine. “I’m not sure if Toru will be able to attend but I certainly plan on it.”
Despite your relationship with Hitoka, the real reason behind your leave wasn’t something you disclosed to her or anyone else for that matter. You had already dealt with enough ridicule from being Toru’s slighted fiancée and had no desire to add more fuel to the fire by revealing the details behind his betrayal.
“He must be awfully busy these days. It’s been months since he has attended any large social gatherings.”
Your friend’s revelation was shocking to say the least, and the smile on your face faltered. Kiyoko’s sharp gaze immediately zeroed in on your face, but her scrutiny only lasted a second before it was gone.
“Ruling over a duchy is no easy feat. My father is very strict with my brother’s education.”
“Oh, how is Daichi these days? I saw Yui the other day at the modiste and…”
Hitoka’s chatter faded into the background and her revelation of Toru’s absence in society echoed in your head. You had expected Toru to take advantage of your absence to the fullest and yet he hadn’t. A single thought amidst the storm in your mind stood out amongst the rest, and your heart wavered.
Maybe he’s truly become a changed man.
And yet, the cursed image that had been branded in your mind returned and dashed away that hopeful thought, replacing it with a more cynical one.
Or maybe he’s just showing his devotion to his true love, the Marchioness.
For the remainder of the gathering, your mind continued to drift to and from the conversation until the refreshments were cleared and the sun began to set. After bidding the ladies farewell, you returned to your carriage with Akane following closely behind you.
“Akane, do we still have some of the tea leaves I brought with me from the country?”
“Yes, my lady. I daresay there is enough to give away.” Akane replied and you smiled before turning to face your perceptive maid and ally.
“Good. Have some packed and sent to Lady Hitoka and Lady Kiyoko.” You paused before adding, “and save some for yourself. You’ve earned it.”
While you could have easily waited until the Viscount’s ball to be introduced to Tobio, time was of the essence and you needed to set your plan in motion prior to meeting him. If everything went as planned and Tobio proved to be receptive to an agreement—be it one of marriage or not—then the ball would be the perfect place to present your terms and come to a verbal agreement.
With that in mind, you started drafting a letter to Tobio introducing yourself as Hitoka’s friend and provided him with a brief outline of what you wanted, offered, and how it would benefit him and his family. You reread the letter thrice and debated including the possibility of a marriage between the two of you. From what you’d gathered, Tobio Kageyama was a straightforward man that valued honesty, so you added it in while making it clear that it would be one of mutual respect. You knew it was risky sending a letter to a man who was no better than a stranger but it was a risk you were willing to take.
The couple of days prior to the ball you spent preoccupying your mind with business and family matters to steer your mind away from Tobio’s pending reply. It wasn’t until a day before the ball that Akane interrupted you to bring you your correspondence. There was a sealed letter and one short message that you picked up and read without a second thought.
I will not ask to escort you to Viscount Udai’s ball as I do not deserve that honor. I only ask that you not deny me the first dance as your fiancé.
Yours,
Toru
As much as you dreaded the idea of being in the same social function as Toru, let alone dancing with him, you had appearances to keep up and would have to permit it for propriety’s sake. You tried not to dwell too much on his intimate farewell address and shifted your gaze to the sealed letter, which upon closer inspection, had the Kageyama family crest pressed into the navy-blue wax. With trembling fingers, you broke the seal and unfolded the paper, ever eager to read its contents.
Lady Y/N,
I was very surprised when I read your letter simply because I did not know who you were. Now that I am more familiar with you and your family, I am interested in your offer and would like to speak with you more at Viscount Udai’s gathering.
Until then,
Tobio Kageyama
A sigh of relief left your lips. Your gamble had paid off and Tobio was considering your offer. If you played your cards right during your meeting then it would only be a matter of time before you would be free of Toru Oikawa while saving your family.
Your eyes stole a glance at Toru’s note. While you should have tossed the note into the fire, your fingers ran over the dry ink until they stopped at the word before his name. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took his note and placed it inside the wooden box that contained his other letters.
According to Akane, Viscount Udai’s ball was rumored to be the grandest event of the season and when you stepped out of your carriage with Henry’s help and peered up at the bustling and glowing manor, you found no fault in her statement.
The ballroom was brightly illuminated with chandeliers of glass. Curtains and elaborate tapestries of white and gold lined the walls. White flowers of all sorts hung from the ceilings, lined the doors, and wrapped around columns. The room was something out of a fairytale and the people that filled it had all dressed the part. Glancing around the room, you searched for a familiar face only to hear your name called.
“Y/N!”
Hitoka stood on the other side of the ballroom surrounded by Kiyoko and other gentlemen you didn’t recognize. One of the gentlemen turned his head in your direction and stopped when he saw you. Approaching the small party, your attention remained fixed on the man whose midnight blue eyes were glued to your face with an intensity that unnerved you.
Hitoka’s gloved hands reached out to yours and drew you into the circle of people. Now facing the gentleman, his gaze softened slightly before it shifted to Hitoka.
“Y/N, this is Tobio Kageyama. He’s the man I was telling you about the other day.”
Hitoka’s hand patted Tobio’s upper arm before addressing him. “Tobio, this is Y/N L/N. She’s the friend that just arrived from the country.”
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lord.” You replied demurely and sank into a curtsey.
“Likewise, my lady.” Tobio’s reply was stiff but his bow was even stiffer and earned him an elbow to the ribs from the shorter man beside him.
Introductions to the other two gentlemen were made and you learned that the shorter man next to Tobio was none other than Shoyo Hinata, a famous jockey and son of a Baron. The man with a roguish grin next to Kiyoko turned out to be her fiancée, Ryunosuke Tanaka.
At that moment, the musicians took their seats and readied their instruments while the room exploded with young men and women finding their partners for the first dance. Your eyes swept over the room in a cursory glance, and to your relief, Toru was nowhere to be found.
Kiyoko and her fiancée left to the dance floor first. They were soon followed by Shoyo and Hitoka but not before the former shot Tobio a pointed look and gestured over to you with a tilt of his head. You found the jockey’s not-so-subtle indication amusing but played off having seen anything. Tobio cleared his throat and you turned your head to face him.
“May I have this dance, my—”
“No, you may not.”
Toru’s voice rang out from behind you. It had a hard-edged quality to it that you’d never heard and sent shivers down your spine. Before you could turn around, his hands settled on your hip and hand. The intimacy of the gesture left you stunned and unable to reject him.
“My fiancée has already promised me her first dance.”
Toru’s warm breath tickled your exposed neck and set your face aflame. Tobio shifted his weight and the action garnered your attention. His brow was furrowed as his eyes searched yours for an explanation you couldn’t give him.
Still in your stupor, Toru drew you away to the dance floor. You opened your mouth to say something but the music started and the couples around you bowed and curtseyed in greeting before they began to move.
The muted chatter around you, the soft music in the background, and Toru’s eyes, darker than usual, drinking in your appearance left you speechless. He looked as handsome as ever in his black tailcoat, golden waistcoat, tousled chocolate brown locks, straight nose, and a pink inviting mouth. Completely mesmerized by him, any ill-will you bore him became non-existent. You drowned in his dangerous pools of brown that disarmed you and left you bare. His touch burned through the fabric of your dress and gloves, branding you with his hands.
It was like the first time you ever danced with him only it wasn’t. Where butterflies had once fluttered about in your stomach, waves of something now swirled within you and pooled at your core. It was terrifying and yet you wanted more. So when the piece came to an end and Toru’s ragged breath fanned on your face, you tilted your head hoping he would close the gap.
Except he didn’t. You didn’t let him because across the room was the face of the last person you wanted to see—the Marchioness.
Her face held no malice as she watched you but she looked almost relieved and it shook you to your core.
“My love.” Toru’s voice came out as a hoarse whisper. “W-what is it?”
You didn’t answer him. Your eyes remained fixed on the marchioness. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly before turning towards one of the doors. She took three steps before turning back to face you and then she continued until she disappeared from the ballroom.
Toru reached for your hand but you side-stepped him and dashed out of the room; your name blending in with the music and chatter the further you got.
The corridors were dimly lit compared to the ballroom but you could still make out the marchioness’s silhouette in the distance. Her pale face turned to you before walking further away and entering a room. You bounded down the hallway until you reached the room and found the marchioness standing before a large French window. The room was dark except for the moonlight that spilled in and illuminated the center of the room.
“Close the door.”
You hesitated before reaching for the double doors and pushing them until you heard a click. Turning around you found the marchioness already watching you. She was as beautiful as ever with her porcelain skin, golden curls styled fashionably, and rosebud mouth. Her cat-like eyes softened in a way you’d never seen before—not even when she pretended to be your friend and ally.
“Why did you appear before me? What do you want?”
“Technically you appeared before me. This is my home after all,” She replied, a hint of mirth in her voice.
You staggered back. “W-what do you mean?”
“I remarried and am now Viscountess Udai.”
“I-I don’t…why?” Your feet took you forward until you were an arm’s length away from her. “What about Toru? I saw you with him…the two of you…that day.”
She sighed and turned her head, fixing her eyes on the wooden desk beside her. “That is the reason I had you follow me here. It’s high time I confess my sins to you.”
Her eyes looked back at you and the whirlwind of emotions swirling in them left you stunned. In the months you got to know her you knew her to be a charming but cold woman, so seeing her so vulnerable shook you to your core.
“Since I was a girl, I had always envied Toru. He had two parents that adored him and did everything in their power to ensure his happiness. My parents were the exact opposite and sold me off to the highest bidder when I was just sixteen. My late husband was a beast of a man that was forty years my senior. He had poor health but an even worse temper and wouldn’t hesitate to beat me until I passed out from the pain. It was then that Toru lost his parents in an accident, and I started to use him to make myself feel better. I tried manipulating him into thinking I was the only person who could be by his side. That I could be his friend, lover, and family. It worked for a while but when Toru started drifting away from my hold…”
Her voice that had been growing thicker with emotion broke down. Sobs wracked from her body as she slipped off her black lace glove. Under the moonlight you could make out pale scars on the underside of her forearm.
“I started to hurt myself and that kept him by my side until he met you.”
Your chest tightened painfully and tears stung your eyes but you didn’t let them fall.
“He needed a wife to fulfil his mother’s wish and I picked you for him. I believed he would remain loyal to me, but I was wrong. Day by day, Toru fell more in love with you and left me behind. When he received your father’s blessing to officially propose, I was so desperate to hold on to him that I lied to him. I promised to let him go after your marriage if he neglected you during your engagement. But that night in the garden, he declared his unyielding love for you, and I did everything I could to kill that love.”
She wiped away her tears while you let yours fall. She took a couple of deep breaths whereas a ball lodged itself inside your throat and blocked the air.
“I dare not ask for forgiveness. I only ask that you not blame Toru for my sins.”
Unable to utter a word, you managed a solemn nod before turning your heel and leaving the room. The darkness of the corridor left you hollow, the noise from the ballroom rang painfully in your ears, and the air around you was stifling. Everything about the place was suffocating, so instead of returning to the ball, you rounded the corner and left.
Upon exiting your carriage, you ignored everyone and bounded up the stairs to your bedroom before locking the door and forbidding entry for anyone. Heaving from the exertion, you lunged for the wooden box on your nightstand and set it on your desk with a thud. After taking a seat, you lit a candlestick and took out the first of twelve letters.
With trembling hands, you finally broke the turquoise seal and unfolded the paper to read Toru’s side of the story.
After you read the letters once, you sobbed into your hands until the candlestick burned out. You reread them and cursed yourself for being so oblivious—so blind—to the pain in his heart. The third time, your heart swelled with affection for your father who did everything he could to ensure you would be happy with Toru prior to allowing the proposal to take place. The fourth time, you pulled out a piece of paper and wrote to Tobio rescinding your offer and offering your most sincere apologies. By the time you finished rereading the twelfth letter for the fifth time, the birds outside were chirping signaling dawn.
You stood up abruptly and glanced out the window to find the rose-colored light of the sun’s rays peeking over the horizon.
I have to see him.
After washing your face, you discarded your ball gown in favor of a simple cotton dress and a woolen shawl. You picked up the letter addressed to Tobio and opened the door.
Akane, who had evidently been sleeping at your door, tumbled backwards and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Oh! A-apologies, my lady, but I waited to see if you needed anything and…”
You crouched down and helped the girl up to her feet. “Thank you, Akane, for everything you do. You are my most treasured ally.”
Her caramel-colored eyes welled up with tears that she wiped away with her sleeve. “H-how can I help you, my lady?”
You handed her the letter. “Have this sent to the Kageyama estate as soon as possible. Also let my father know that I will not be cancelling my engagement.”
Akane’s eyes lingered on your coat and a smile played on her lips as she replied, “right away, my lady.”
Outside the confines of your home, you breathed in the cool morning air and bolted down the white stone steps, setting off for Toru’s estate. Trudging through the grass and kicking up the rocks of your front lawn, you were full of energy despite not having slept a wink. The negative emotions that had weighed you down since your engagement were lifted and all you could think about was Toru. You wanted to drink in the sight of him, touch his face, run your fingers through his hair, and wrap your arms around him never to let go.
Your front gate eventually came to view, but before that, the backside of a man standing near your family’s fountain appeared and your breath caught in your throat.
Tall, broad shoulders underneath a black coat, and wind-swept brown hair, you knew who it was before he turned around.
Toru’s velvet brown eyes widened and his lips parted at the sight of you. He looked perfectly disheveled in his plain white shirt, unbuttoned, and exposing his chest, and grey trousers that looked like they’d seen better days. Like a moth to a flame, you drew closer until he was in front of you.
“I-I had to see you,” he admitted. “You disappeared from the ball and—”
“She told me…what actually happened.”
His eyes widened. “I must tell you—”
You reached for his hands, not able to hold back any longer. “You already have.” You brushed your thumbs against his knuckles and felt his pulse quicken. “I read your letters…multiple times.”
“I’m sorry, truly,” he breathed.
“I know, and I’m sorry as well. I should’ve given you a chance to explain. I should’ve read them sooner.” You released his hands and stared into his eyes, lips trembling. “If I’m too late an—”
His mouth descended upon yours in a kiss that silenced the words on your tongue. His oh-so- soft lips felt like satin on yours and you melted into his arms that wrapped around you and drew you closer to him. The swirling heat in your core returned and you wrapped your arms around his back, eager to see where the sensation led you.
Toru broke away from the kiss first, leaning his forehead against yours and taking in shallow ragged breaths. A whine escaped your lips and the embarrassing noise set your cheeks aflame. Toru laughed and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose.
“Patience, my love. We have the rest of our lives for this.” He assured you and drew you into a loving embrace.
His sweet words sounded like a promise to your ears and tears of joy prickled your eyes from simply imagining your future with Toru, the man you loved and had never stopped loving.
#oikawa x reader#haikyuu x reader#toru oikawa x reader#hq x reader#oikawa angst#chosen one event!#pb's collab event!#long af bc i changed the ending#and bc oikawa deserves 9k words#navs.hq
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Timari out-sick au
Marinette came to Gotham heart-broken. Her best friend, her first crush, her partner knows nothing about her. Nothing. Gabriel hit him hard on the head causing him to lose memory of last 4 years. She then punched Gabriel so hard the battle didn't last long. She was there when he woke up.
"Chaton you are awake?"
"Father? .....Who are you? Where is father and mother?"
She ran away from him and packed her bags. She ended up in Gotham. She did some research on Gotham's vigilantes. She was clearly impressed by Red Robin. He is very smart, analyzed every moment, very powerful and definitely handsome. He is her age and she is sure that he is handsome, there's no way he isn't and he is a coffee addict just like her.
In short she had a crush on him. She started going out as Rouge Gorge. Sometimes she shadowed the vigilantes and sometimes she went out alone. She disguised herself with Trixx's illusions. They all could sense her somehow and Red Robin always looks straight to her direction.
That is why she ended up in this situation. She went out a little earlier than usual. The bats had yet to come. She was running on the rooftops alone when she saw him. A completely sleep deprived man with many coffee cups in his hands. He probably wasn't aware of the people following him, probably muggers. She jumped into action as for some reason he turned to an alleyway. She took care of the two muggers. Where did the third one go? She turned to see the man had pinned the mugger. Subconsciously, without thinking, her stupid mouth said,"R..red robin?"
"So you are the shadow following us?"Well shit. He just confirmed it.
He took a coffee cup and chugged down a whole cup! Then he started coughing. Aaah he is falling. She caught him just in time. What should I do? What should I do?
She made the worst decision of her life. She took him to her apartment.
That's her story. Now she is sitting beside her crush who is laying on her bed, still unconscious. She took the cup he drank and smelled it. It smelled like, like BRANDY? What the hell?
That means he drank a whole cup of very strong alcohol even when he had probably never drank it in this much amount ALL HIS LIFE.
He suddenly woke up and asked her for bathroom. She led him quickly and he threw up. He is probably not aware of his surroundings. That is bad. He rinsed his mouth and she took him back to bed. He was very hot like literally very hot. He has high fever, vomiting..-I'll just check the internet. She then took some water and a cloth. She put the wet cloth on his forehead. He woke up an hour later.
"Shadow?"
"No I am not a shadow. I am Marinette."
"So your vigilant name is Marinette. Its very beautiful name." She felt her face heat up.
"No its Rouge Gorge."
"That's very nice too darling."
She huffed, her red cheeks betraying her,"Thank you."
"Its Ok love."
"Stop doing that."
"Doing what?" He looked like an innocent child. Like he doesn't know anything. Why the hell is he tilting his head at his side. That asshole is smirking.
She groaned,"Calling me these names..?"
"Well darling, are you not the same person who named yourself after me?" Now as if she could get any more red.
"Well that doesn't give a reason to call me those names."
He pretended to think," Well you are beautiful."
She turned away and ran out of there after yelling,"Message your friends, family or something. This conversation is going no where."
When she came back he was sleeping. She sighed in relief. Her cheeks were still red. Maybe taking her drunk crush inside her home wasn't that good idea.
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Tim slowly opened his eyes. He looked at his surroundings. He was in a bed and the room was unfamiliar. When did he get here? He remembers that while going home he was attacked and the shadow? He took a small knife from his inside pocket. He slowly got out of the bed without making a noise. He made his way towards the door where music was playing.
He slowly opened it to reveal a midnight hair girl working with some kind of..........clothes?
"Who are you and where am I?" She was startled and let out a slow 'ouch'. She put her finger in her mouth.
"You don't remember?"
".........No?"
"I am the shadow as you say. Let me finish. I was out when I saw you getting mugged. I went to help you. You told me you are Red Robin.-"
"I told you?"
"I just said Red Robin and you said Oh so you are the shadow. You drank very strong brandy which was in your coffee. How the hell did you manage to get Brandy in a coffee cup."
He groaned and said,"Jasoooooon....."
"So I didn't know where to take you so I took you to my home...... You were drunk. And.....-"
"And-" He raised an eyebrow.
"Well I told you that my name was Rouge Gorge you started flirting with me. I took care of you. Now you can go back wherever you live. You were sleeping from past 16 hours."
She was not looking at him. She was stitching? He leaned closer to see she was stitching MDC on a skirt.
He processed everything. She is MDC who is also the shadow and her name is Rouge Gorge which means, Red Robin. He flirted with her. SHE IS MDC. SHE IS MDC.
Now his whole face was red. This was the most embarrassing thing he had ever been in. He is going to kill Jason for this.
Just then the doorbell rang. That broke her out of her stupor. He was frozen on his place. He heard voices suspiciously like his family and ran to the door.
Dick was squealing,"Timmy got so cute girlfriend. She is so cute."
Jason laughed,"We are not sure that he didn't kidnap her. She is too good for him."
Damian,"Tt Why did you inbeciles dragged me here?"
Cass just said,"I approve."
Stephanie said,"He never mentioned you before, you are so cute and tiny. Speaking of him where is he?"
Poor Marinette was stuck between them as they asked questions after questions. Then their gaze turned to Tim.
"Oh god, where are your bags Tim? How is this possible? How are you not half-dead. You must be magic you got him to sleep."
"Timmy you were with her, for how long?"
"You got a girlfriend replacement? She is too good for you give her to me."
All the voices were mixing with each other.
"What makes you think she is um.. my girlfriend?"
"You messaged us."
He opened his phone and read the Message.
I, Timothy Drake-Wayne the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, am staying with my girlfriend Marinette. Don't you dare to come here.
What could he possibly say. Suddenly he remembered the MDC signature. He looked at her and said,"You are MDC?" pointing at her.
"Umm, yess." Her voice was barely audible.
He took her hand and sat on one knee,"Marry me."
"What we are not even dating."
"Will you go on a date with me?"
"I.... I guess?"
The silence was broken by Dick,"You are MDC."
"You were not dating?"
"Tt you are so dramatic."
"Replacement what is the meaning of this?"
Tim turned to Jason and said,"Thank you Jason."
With that he went out the door,"Be ready till 3 Marinette."
BONUS:
Louis : So how did you two met?
Tim: My brother put brandy in my coffee cup. She took care of me and when I get to know she was my favorite designer and how amazing she is....
Clark: And?
Marinette: He asked me to marry him, I said we are not even dating so he asked me for a date.
Louis :..............................................
Clark:...............................................
Cameraman:.....................................
Batfamily: (Laughing)
Louis: We give you our blessing for your wedding.
Clark: God bless you.
#maribat#jasmehraj#i love maribat#mlbxdc#mlxdc#timinette#maritim#marinette dupain cheng#marinette#ladybug#past hawkmoth#red robin#out sick#tim drake#tim#batman#jason todd#dick grayson#Cassandra Cain#Stephanie Brown#Clark kent#Louis Lane#Barbara Gordon#Damian Wayne
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Playing Favorites (part 2)
Here we go again! Another 4 TS2 premades that really strange my town! (I’ll see myself out.) Anyway, I have to preface this with saying that so far I’ve only played the 3 base game hoods and although I really enjoy PV and VV, I added them to Strangetown just recently, so I’m still getting acquainted with their casts. That’s why my Playing Favorites posts are so dominated with desert-dwellers - but I definitely plan on including more non-ST Sims once I got to play with them more!
And I also low-key love everybody in Strangetown.
TOP 15 TS2 Premades (according to my personal tastes somewhere in May 2021) (not in any particular order) (and I can’t guarantee I stop at 15 either)
Tank Grunt (Strangetown)
Yes, I am one of them. I am a Tank Grunt apologist. Brace yourself!
Similarly to the Pleasant twins, I view Tank as a victim of his father (Buzz Grunt, the esteemed Strangetown's Worst Parent Award nominee). Of course, that's not to say he's innocent. He is absolutely guilty of bullying Ripp and Johnny and equally guilty of being a bigot. And, most importantly, totally guilty of casually wearing camo face-paint. (that he canonically gets tatooed on his face down the line, which is... its own kind of tragic.)
But that is exactly why I like him so much!
Let me elaborate.
Tank is a very multilayered character, albeit a bit cliché. He is very artistic a eager to always do his best, whether that is in school or home where he competes for his father's affection and approval. Buzz provides both of that but it always feels conditioned – if Tank was to stop getting A+, stop parroting his opinions, stop working out, stop following in his footsteps, would that go away? Even though the answer depends on your interpretation of Buzz and his levels of horrible, Tank definitely thinks so. Just take a look on how his father treats Ripp!
I read Tank as somebody who believes firmly in order and good but has a very twisted understanding of both given his militaristic and hyper-masculine upbringing. He has an enormous potential for character growth. Can he gain (psychological) independence of his father? Can he follow his dreams and become a dancer? Can he free himself of his father’s biases now that he’s out on his own? Can he mend his relationship with Ripp and Buck? (...or maybe even Johnny?) It makes him so fun to play.
Also, I think that it was indeed very cowardly of the developers not to set his gender preference as gay.
Conclusion: Tank is fun! (Although he would probably resent me for saying that.)
Dina Caliente (Str- wait, Pleasantview)
Finally someone who doesn't live in the desert! Both Nina and Dina are such interesting characters, with their connection to Bella’s disappearance, their alien bloodline and their opposing personalities and ambitions.
I feel like the sisters are often getting unjustly demonized. (or mixed up together, I’m looking at you, TS3 and TS4) They’re young, very attractive and in unconventional relationships, thus often labeled as predatory. They’re not.
Dina is a very nice Sim, with Nice points above the average and many Playful points and she tends to roll wants to start a family by the start of the game, although she is not a Family Sim. She’s actually a Fortune Sim, smart and business-oriented. She’s a widow who wants to remarry and has her sights set on the husband of her missing former sister-in-law.
I know that doesn’t make her sound that nice but there is nuance. First of all, the man in question is Mortimer Goth, well in his twilight years, a father of two, simply an adult. He is not a hapless trophy, the decision to start an affair with Dina not long after his first wife got pronounced missing, is his own. He knows he won’t be here for long and doesn’t want to die alone, he wants someone who can make him feel young again and loved once more. Dina, on the other hand, pursues a shotgun wedding to take an advantage of the Goth fortune that will kickstart her business ventures but she is ready to provide what Mortimer needs. She canonically loves him. (proven by the love flag in her relationship panel)
In my personal gameplay, I had Don take Dina on a date before their marriages to their respective Goths, and Dina kept rolling wants to flirt with Mortimer instead. Later down the line she also helped out the Brokes financially, and after her close friend Brandi died young in childbirth, she took in her youngest children, so that her oldest son Dustin could go to college and not worry what’s gonna become of his younger siblings in his custody while he’s gone. I figured it made sense because of Dina’s Nice points, her relationship with Brandi and her now being partially in charge of so much money it isn’t even funny.
In conclusion: I support and condone Dina! Even if it’s somehow implied that she and her sister might’ve just staged her rival’s alien abduction.
Circe Beaker (Strangetown)
Circe is yet another... unwholesome character on my list. She canonically tortures people, namely Nervous Subject, and her bio eludes to there being more in the past or the future. She's cunning, ambitious and very mean.
But she is also very fun to play! Her aspiration being Fortune (not Knowledge) puts an interesting spin on the whole evil scientist routine. She doesn't do it for the love of discovery like the Curiouses and she doesn't care about credit as her husband does. She's out for power and she may as well get it.
Her rather extreme personality would lead one to think she has to be rather disliked around the town but her default relationship panel says otherwise. She doesn't have any close friendships except her husband, though. That makes me think she is superficially charming and tends to act diplomatic to obtain people's loyalty without necessarily caring about any of them. It makes playing her unique from most other Sims.
She is also canonically bisexual! I personally have a deep appreciation for each and every Sim that Maxis sneakily preset to be LGBTQ+. I may not seem like a big deal now but it is.
Conclusion: "She could gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss me any day.” - half of Strangetown’s population
Lazlo Curious (Strangetown)
Lazlo is a ray of sunshine in the Curious household! A very sloppy ray that makes messes wherever it goes, true, but sunshine nonetheless.
I’m very fond of Lazlo because he’s the type of person that looks like he can barely count to five with his easy-going and messy nature but is in fact very clever and, by some measures, the most competent Curious brother, since he is the youngest and it seems like he’s fresh out of college, yet holds a higher career position than his older brothers. “A smart person that doesn’t necessarily seem smart on the first glance” is a trope I have a big soft spot for. (...and it shows)
In my current gameplay, Lazlo wanted to resurrect Vidcund (who died in childbirth), so he switched from Science to Paranormal to swipe a Resurrect-O-Nomitron and, like the madlad he is, succeeded before their round was over (in a span of few days). It was a combination of dumb luck and him having a compatible degree that gave him a hefty bonus but it still made me realize Lazlo could achieve whatever he sets his sights on.
Luckily, his sights are generally set on pizza and video games.
(relatable)
Anyway, I find Lazlo somehow cute, most probably for his constant and very unfruitful attempts to make Vidcund laugh, and in general, how friendly and easy to get along with he is. While he doesn’t have that many Nice points (5, which is a pretty average number), combined with his playfulness he usually tends to act very amicable.
In conclusion: I simp for Knowledge Sims and it shows.
Ok, I’ll be back with another 4 when my horrible procrastinating gruel of a brain feels like it. See ya!
#the sims 2#ts2#premades#simbrl#the sims#lazlo curious#circe beaker#dina caliente#tank grunt#strangetown#pleasantview
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FFXIV Write 2021 Prompt #8 - Adroit
7 years ago
Spinning on heel Damien grabbed the tankard off the counter and then threw it under the barrel, pulling on the tap refilling the beverage of choice all in one swift motion. After a moment he spun back around and placed it for the patron and then took a mental note for the man’s tab.
“Thanks, kid.” The drunk worker said sloshing his drink as he stumbled away from the bar.
The young Hyur gave the man a faint nod and smile before turning back around to clean some glasses and take inventory. This night had been oddly busier than normal, not that he minded he found it was more fun than having no patrons come in, and the pay was always better since more people meant more tips.
“I’ll take your finest Ishgardian brandy.” A strange voice, as if someone were trying to disguise who they were, called out from behind Damien.
“Just a moment.” He said over his shoulder as he put down the glass he was cleaning and turned to see the source of the ‘strange voice’. Leaning against the bar was the most beautiful, feisty redhead he had come to love, Andrea, with the biggest grin gracing her lips as if trying to act innocent. Damien shook his head stepping up to the bar and leaning against it, “You want our finest brandy, huh? Isn’t that a little strong for you, miss?”
“No.” She promptly responded before adding, “I hold my liquor better than this guy I am seeing, this handsome Hyur with the bluest eyes I have ever seen, he can barely take a sip without coughing.”
“Is that so?” Damien feigned shock before smirking, “It’s funny you mention that because I’m seeing this cute redhead who thinks she can hold her liquor when I have seen that is not the case... But tell me, how would this handsome Hyur react if I just.. leaned forward and..” He slowly leaned across the bar to place a soft kiss upon her lips.
After a moment they broke from their kiss and Andrea brought a hand up to her chin, “Hmmm I think he would be okay with it, what about that cute redhead you are seeing?”
“Oh, she would be totally pissed.” Damien chuckled, “As cute and beautiful as she is you might want to watch your back, she will totally kick your ass, I love that about her. It’s what makes her perfect.”
“You are so cheesy.” Andrea rolled her eyes but looked down trying to hide a faint smile. Looking back up she sat down at the bar, “Can I get a mead, for real this time?”
“Sure thing.” Damien winked at her before leaning back, he moved swift and with the grace of someone who had been serving drinks for years, grabbing a new tankard, placing it under the tap, filling the mug just perfectly while reaching back and grabbing a beer comb and beheading the foam. He then spun around and slid the drink to his love. “One mead on the house.”
“You have gotten quite good at this, I remember when you used to struggle here and worry you might lose your job. Now you have quite the nimble fingers.”
“You’d know all about my nimble fingers wouldn’t you?” The young bartender smirked leaning against the bar once more.
“Damien.” Andrea scolded him, knowing full well that just by saying his name he would know to stop before going any further, she liked to keep their private life between them and not anyone else.
“Sorry.” He nodded and then smiled before watching another drunken patron begin to stumble his way up to the bar with his friends. The Hyur knew then he would be in for another big order of drinks and he would have to get to work. turning his attention once more to Andrea he smiled, “I will see you later tonight, right?”
“Always.”
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a three part Matthew Fairchild fic
part two and three coming soon.
TRIGGER WARNING: alcoholism, suicidal feelings, self injury
tags: @princesslucretia @churchthecatismyspiritanimal @booksandbeanbags @tyisthebestshadowhunter @simon-lewis-is-a-skinny-legend @truth-lies-hidden @abigneignenn @oscar-fairchild @themostawesomehuman @cecilyfightwood
1901
Matthew stood in the doorway of his dining room.
Tick. Tick. Tick. The grandfather clock marked the seconds dripping away into nothingness.
His mother was upstairs, in her bed, resting.
Recovering.
Recovering from the ordeal she had been through the day before.
Matthew balled up his hands, digging his nails into his palms.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
His father was at her bedside.
Matthew knew, without seeing him, that his eyes were ringed with red.
He also knew that there were new lines, of worry and grief, on his father’s face.
He’d seem to age five years in a day.
Matthew opened his hands, looking down at them.
He half expected to see them dripping scarlet blood, like Dorian Gray’s painting, but there was none. Just eight indents of white crescent moons.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
He lifted his gaze towards to drinks cabinet under the window.
The late afternoon sun, low in the sky, shone through the crystal decanters which fractured and broke the light, scattering it across the floor like the pieces of Matthew’s heart.
He could hear his mother’s sobs, floating down from her bedroom.
He closed the distance between him and the cabinet.
Tick.
He reached for the middle decanter, the one with the pale amber liquid.
The one that his father only poured very little amounts of, on very special occasions.
Tick.
With a trembling hand, he removed the stopper from the bottle.
A sweet, fiery smell filled his nose.
It burned.
Tick.
Matthew brought the bottle to his lips, and swallowed.
His body wanted to choke, to spasm, to spit it out, but he would not let.
He was in control now.
He felt as the whisky branded his throat and made its way down to his stomach.
It hurt, but he needed the pain. Any pain at all.
He needed to hurt like his mother.
Like his sister.
It seemed to cauterise the throbbing, bloody slashes across his soul.
The world swam at the edges. He felt lighter, like he could float.
Like nothing was real.
He took another swig. And another. And another.
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The worst part was his mother trying to comfort him.
She sat him down a few days later, in their drawing room. There had been none of the usual tidiness Matthew associated with his mother: the bags under her watering eyes were a deep purple, her brown hair was escaping the braid on the back of her head, her old tea dress was creased and slightly stained in places, with tea and jam. She looked so tiny, so fragile, a china doll that should have been wrapped tightly and kept in the box to save it from shattering.
She reached out across their rose printed sofa, her delicate hand covering Matthew’s. Somehow, she looked older than she ever had, yet so heartbreakingly young at the same time. Matthew could not look at her. He kept his back straight and his eyes trained on the glowing embers of the dying fire in the hearth. He wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him. He wanted her to scream at him and slap him and hit him and throw him out on the street for what he’d done to her, but he knew she would never.
He knew what she did not.
Matthew’s stomach lurched as he felt her take a breath, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the anxiety that was gnawing at his heart or the brandy he had been drinking just before she had come in.
“I’m sorry, Matthew,” She said in a very small, shaking voice. “I’m sorry you will not get to meet your sister. I want you to talk to me, if you need anything. I love you, and I wish for us to get through this pain together. As a family.”
He shut his eyes so tightly it hurt, bowing his head as the tears began to fall. She was apologising to him. His poor, sweet, innocent mother. She was the strongest woman he knew, for here she was just days after her own tragedy asking to comfort him.
If only she knew, he thought, who was truly causing her this pain.
He opened his mouth to tell her, to let the words tumble out. I did this. I did this to you. But no words came, just the air escaping his lungs in a hollow groan. She reached out and put her arms around him, pulling him to her, as he whispered over and over again “I am so sorry. I am so sorry, Mama, I am so sorry.” into her shoulder, apologising for an act she had no true knowledge of. She too was crying, her tears tumbling into his messy blonde hair as she stroked it gently, as gently as she had done when he was a child awoken by nightmares.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her against him, breathing in her familiar scent of paper and fresh lilies. Nausea rose in his stomach like a tidal wave, his guilt as bitter as bile in his mouth. Now he knew for sure that it was his close proximity to his mother doing this to him, not the alcohol bleeding through his veins. He buried his face into her hair, grasping at any last wisp of a childhood that was now gone.
That day, with the grey clouds hanging over London like a shadow and the wind making the windows howl in its wake, was the last time Matthew Fairchild ever held his mother.
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It had been two months.
Matthew had found a way to numb the pain, and it lived in his father’s drinks cabinet.
Everyday, he drank a little more of whatever he could get. He told himself it was only until the pain lessened, until it stopped feeling like pouring gin into an open wound, but he was not sure he entirely believed himself.
His mother was preparing to go back to work. His father was anxiously looking after her, or experimenting down in the basement. Matthew did not care where Charles was.
Matthew was making his way back to his room, his throat still burning from the sweet whisky, his flask half-full to keep him going throughout the day. He was refilling his father’s liquor bottles with water and apple juice, and though his family did not drink much, he knew this could not last. He did not now what he would do when they found out.
His vision was slightly blurred, every light just a little too bright, so he did not see Charles hurrying down the corridor towards him until it was much too late. The two collided, someone’s feet on someone’s toes, heads knocking together, Matthew’s open flask sloshing onto Charles’ white shirt.
“By the angel, you bloody idiot! This shirt was new!” Charles wiped his hands down himself, a look of disgust on his face. He looked so disgruntled that Matthew let out a small giggle.
“What, you think making me look like a slob is funny? What the hell is this anyway? It stinks.” Any amusement Matthew derived from the situation evaporated like water in the sun as Charles brought his hands to his face and sniffed. The anger on his face was chased away by confusion and then replaced by disgust. “Is this whisky?”
Matthew gulped, refusing to meet his brothers eye. He felt like his legs might give way.
“You disgust me.” Charles took a step towards Matthew, a finger prodding his chest. Despite their similar heights, in that moment Charles seemed to loom over him, his face thunderous. “Mother and father have been through so much already and you think it’s wise to drink yourself away?” He scoffed. “If they weren’t so grief-stricken I’d go and tell them what a little lowlife you are right now, but I don’t think you want to break their hearts any further, do you?” The question sent shockwaves through Matthew. He knew that there was no way Charles knew what he had done, but his heart still skipped several beats all the same. Charles brought his face very close to Matthew’s and, snarling menacingly, flattened his hand against Matthew’s chest and gave a small shove, which cause him to stumble backwards until he fell into a table near the end of the hallway.
Charles rolled his eyes and turned on his heels. “Selfish brat. Go and pour that down the drain right now.” He called over his shoulder. “And don’t ever do it again.”
Matthew leaned back against the table, his hands and legs shaking uncontrollably. He fought to control his breathing. He took a sip from his flask, which seemed to calm his nerves slightly. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
Matthew was always very careful after that.
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