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physalian · 2 months

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What No one Tells You about Writing Fantasy, #2!

I did this list about 7 annoyances about fantasy, but I write in this genre for a reason! Fantasy knows no bounds, it can encompass all other genres within it. You can write a fantastical murder mystery, fantasy horror, fantasy romance, political drama, slice-of-life, comedy, whatever you’d like!

Whether it’s urban or high fantasy, supernatural or scientific, here’s seven great benefits of writing in this genre:

1. No modern means of communication

Unless you’re writing a world with phones or phone-adjacent devices. Phones and instant communication seriously inhibits the plausibility of dramatic irony and tension when you have to keep coming up with reasons to keep your characters from calling or texting each other everything they know. It’s exhausting, I tell you, and such a relief when phones aren’t a factor.

With that said, without phones, you have complete freedom to design your own magical channels of supernatural FaceTime, as weird and zany as you want. But without instant connections? Your character who knew too much can’t pass on the intel before they die. Your hero team can’t call for backup in their darkest hour. Otherwise easily preventable tragedies and deadly miscommunications are now very real.

2. The Monster Allegory

Fantasy and sci-fi tend to overlap more than they’re set apart, and in that overlap sits the monster allegory. Everything from werewolves to vampires to witches, reapers, demons, angels, goblins, trolls, wraiths, fairies, mermaids, ghosts, to Eldritch horrors and your classic Hollywood cast of mummies, creatures from the black lagoon, and Frankenstein.

Most of the time, the monsters aren’t just monsters, they represent a monstrous aspect of society the author wants to challenge and caricaturize in a fun and entertaining way. Or, the monsters are the good guys and the humans are the real terrors. Or, you’ve got two kinds of monsters to allegory two human sides. Sometimes they represent metaphorical demons, like vampires often representing addiction and werewolves repressed identities.

What all of this boils down to is the hyperbolic nature of science fantasy that allows you to go over-the-top with your metaphor and allegory in a way that a book grounded in reality just can’t.

3. Magic Systems!

Do you love world building? Do you love filling pages upon pages with your cool and unique set of superpowers you want your characters to have? Do you dream about your fight scenes and dramatic slow-mo shots?

Then Fantasy is for you!

There are zero limits to how you want to define your magic system. You can go classic with the familiar archetypes of elemental magic, wizards, sorcerers, and witches. Or you can step off the beaten path and design a whole new funky system of power sets. Best part? Your readers will have an awesome time imagining themselves with those powers, and debating endlessly about how it works.

4. Real-World Politics, who?

Amazon’s Rings of Power was twice-doomed when they only got the rights to adapt the appendices of The Silmarillion and when they decided to inject current political problems into a timeless story written purposefully to be divorced from those politics. You *can* write about human politics, but in fantasy, you don’t have to. You *can* interpret Lord of the Rings to be an allegory about the World Wars, but no matter how hard you argue, it wasn’t written with that intent.

Which means: Even if your story is set in the reality-adjacent fantasy version of 1543, you are free from the following: Racism, homophobia, sexism, religious bigotry, mental health bigotry, gender norms, anti-feminism, toxic masculinity, and more. “But that’s how it was-”

Nope. This is fantasy. You built this world, you decided to keep in the discrimination. Or… You can fill your fantasy world with a rainbow of gays, POCs in power, women in power, men unafraid to be compassionate and caring, a religion that doesn’t foster hate and division, the list goes on. You. Are. Free.

5. Nothing is too “unrealistic”

Both that you will always have people whining about how X would never happen so write the book you want to read, but also because fantasy is fake. Fairies aren’t real. Mermaids aren’t real. There are no rules for how they must be written and that’s how we have so much variety with so much room for interpretation by so many creators. Twilight made how much money writing about vampires that sparkle like diamonds in sunlight and crack like marble?

This is fantasy, it’s supposed to be unrealistic. Yes, your plot should make sense, but don’t be afraid to get weird. Write at least some of your story dependant on those fantasy elements. Write a story that can’t just be told in the real world minus the spectacle. Don’t be afraid to be sincerely fantastical and weird. People love weird. People love loving weird.

6. You are in complete control

But you do still need to research, unfortunately. Unless this is urban fantasy that depends at least a little on the human world, yours is completely your own to govern like a god tweezing weeds from their garden. You get to design your own geography and weather patterns and seasons. Your own countries and kingdoms and politicians. Your epic pre-canon fantasy war and the stakes that it was fought over. Your species, races, and ethnicities.

It’s a shame that a movie like Avatar (2009) set out to be this wholly unique take on aliens with music completely divorced from earthly bonds, new languages and a visually and culturally distinct alien species… and ended up a largely generic blue Pocahontas in space. It forgot that it was fantasy and didn’t go weird enough. They have horses, monkeys, wolves, rhinos, and deer just re-skinned with some extra limbs and colors. It’s pretty but it’s so, so shallow.

It could have become a cult classic like many a positively *weird* 80s off-beat fantasies, and now it just… exists. It makes a whole lot of money but its impact on the cultural zeitgeist is negligible. I’m the only person I know that can name every major character in the movie, and I’m no Avatar obsessor. They had complete creative control, and this is what they did with it. Don’t be Avatar. Take your creative freedom and run.

7. Even if it has been done before, do it again

You can say this about any genre, particularly romance, but fantasy and sci-fi, by the gatekeep-y nature of their fans, can be a lot less forgiving when it comes to claims of “unoriginality”. No one hates Star Wars more than Star Wars fans. Fans of these genres can get… concerningly attached to their favorite stories (mostly because the people who like them had only their fictional heroes to protect them from very real bullies).

But Game of Thrones exists because the author likes Lord of the Rings and went “yes, but what if it was an R-rated parade of misery?” Dungeons and Dragons exists because people wanted to roleplay in an LotR-esque world. Legolas and Gimli single-handedly defined what a badass elf and dwarf looks like in high fantasy. And people still gobble up media ripping shamelessly, or even good-naturedly, from this one story.

So on my other list, I argued that the sum of your parts is still original, even if the components aren’t. On this list, I implore you this: It’s not stealing or appropriating to write another Legolas if you love Legolas. Everyone loves Legolas. How many generic buff action heroes do we have and love? How many Hallmark romances tread the same predictable path? Who gives a damn if it’s unoriginal? Just make it entertaining and have something fresh to say in the end (or don’t, that’s fine too), and people will read it.

And when people say “Oh, you mean like Legolas”, take it as a compliment, not an insult. Yes, exactly like Legolas. Here’s my new elf because I adore this other book, now watch him go on a new adventure that I wrote for him.

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thisonehere · 4 months

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The Lin Kuei boys get jealous after you get flowers from another man

Mk1 Headkanons

C/w: Yandere tropes, jealousy, toxic relationship, G/n reader, mentions of violence, stalking, these men being unreasonable and irrational lol

Bi-Han

The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei has never been affectionate, especially when it came to you. But while saying that, he hated the idea of someone else showing you affection or even making you happy. The idea of another (especially a man) putting a smile on your face, giving you a warm feeling inside, even making you laugh, burned him.

So when someone (Maybe some member of the Lin Kuei or even Johnny Cage) works up the courage to give you a nice bouquet, he rages.

You can feel his eyes burn a hole into the back of your head as you graciously receive the gift and thank the man.

You smile and giggle causing Bi-Han to shake with rage. The final straw was when he saw your face, or what was on your face. Blush, you were blushing. Bi-Han's mind begins to race. Why are you blushing? Does he make you happy? Happier than when you are with him? Did you prefer this man to him?

Without even thinking anymore he attacks the man, punching him so hard that his teeth are scattered all over the floor. He pummels him with no mercy and not a single sign of stopping. It takes you and a few other Lin Kuei to finally rip him off the poor man.

You drag him home but this isn't the end of it. "What is wrong with you?" "YOU and you whoring ways." before you know it, you're arguing, neither of you shows any sign of relenting. Soon the arguing turns into a screaming match, and things get so heated to the point that Bi-Han punches a wall leaving a massive dent.

Tears stream down your face as you yell at him to get out. For a moment his eyes soften and grow wide with hurt and shock, but immediately harden as he turns and slams the door behind him, basically breaking the door and the wall. Leaving you there alone crying.

Time passes, minutes become hours, hours become days, days, become weeks, and you and Bi-han haven't talked to each other. Whenever you see each other you quickly look away, refusing to even make eye contact with the man. You don't see it, but Bi-Han is hurt by this, but he buries it down and puts on his usually stern face.

Finally, it all ends one night when you hear someone knocking at your door. You open it to find Bi-Han, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are puffy and red, he's trying his best to keep it together but it's obvious that he'll break at any second.

"I'm... Sorry." He forces out his mouth, this is something hard for him to do. He'd rather be fighting Liu Kang than be facing you right about now. "You mean so much to me, I don't want to lose you..." he admits.

He then gets onto his knees and prostrates himself before you. After a few moments, you sigh and let him back inside.

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang has never hidden his love for you, he'd show it every chance he got. He'd buy you gifts and send you poems spouting his eternal devotion to you, and more stuff like that. He feels confident in this relationship and your feelings for him.

So when that man comes up to you and gives you flowers, he isn't the least bit jealous... well, that's what he wants to believe.

It bothers him the way you smile at receiving the gift, you laugh and even blush. What are you doing, he thinks to himself. Why are you acting like this? Does his gifts make you act this way? Aren't you happy with him? Isn't he enough for you?

He forces a smile onto his face and tries to retain his composure. He then finds the opportunity and interjects, saying something like you need to go because of an emergency.

Afterwards, he will do everything in his power to make you happy. Do you want flowers? Fine, he'll find the most beautiful and exotic ones the realms could offer. He'll make multiple gestures to display his affection, hoping that you'll return it.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter how many times you tell him you love him, he will see that bouquet of flowers that you still keep and jealousy and insecurity consume him.

One day, he'll see the flowers in the pot you specifically chose for it and just stare at them. Before he can even top and think, he grabs the pot and throws it to the ground. He stomps at it and even uses his power to burn it to ashes.

Of course, all this ruckus gets your attention and you rush in and find Kuai Liang hitting the ground where the flowers were. Its ground is broken and charged by his spontaneous and reckless actions.

"What are you doing?!" You shout, both confused and even scared by this. Kuai's head shoots up realizing you're in the room. "Y/n, I didn't...You...I... I'm sorry." He turns and rushes out of the room.

For the next few weeks, Kuai will avoid you at all costs. Too ashamed of himself to face you after what he did. Every time you try to talk to him he quickly gets away. You don't understand why he's acting like this, did you do something? Does he hate you?

Finally, you can corner him. You try to talk to him, ask him what's wrong. Kuai rushes past you and attempts to quickly get away from you, but he stops when he hears a sniffling noise. He turns and sees you crying. It was then he finally realised how much he was hurting you. He hated himself even more now, he was so busy thinking about himself that he didn't even stop to think about how his actions were affecting you.

He walks back up to you and holds you. "I-I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you. Those flowers... they...it doesn't matter anymore. I love you." He says as he pulls you in and tightly holds you.

Tomas Vrbada

Tomas was and always has been insecure about the relationship. He's constantly scared that you'll one day leave him. You were the most beautiful and wonderful thing to happen to him, how could he not worry that things were too good to be true. It didn't help that he knew about all the others that desired you. He already lost his family, he couldn't lose you as well.

When you are offered flowers by that man, Tomas does everything he can to maintain his composure as you smile and laugh as you happily receive the gift. He watches as you continue your conversation with the man, he feels strange urges come over him. The urge to rip the flowers from out your hands and stomp them to pieces, the urge to beat the man to a bloody pulp, the urge to...what was happening to him?

Quickly he interjects into the conversation and insists that you have to go. You leave and Tomas tries to stop thinking about what just happened. But the way you are smiling at the bouquet so fondly it makes him go mad.

For the next few weeks nothing happens, Tomas seems off though. You ask what's wrong but he insists that everything is fine. So you don't think much about it, if Tomas wants to talk to you about it he will. And continue on with your daily routines...unaware that Tomas is following you.

Everywhere you go, he's too far behind. He keeps to the shadows, using powers to help him hide from you. He has to see everything you do, everywhere you go, every person you talk to. He loves you, but he can't seem to trust you for the life of him.

You realize something's wrong when Kuai comes to you and reveals that Tomas hasn't been fulfilling his tasks and duties. You immediately start to get concerned. He's been very distant lately, does this have anything to do with it? Why was he acting strange? Why won't he talk to you about it? You try to catch him before he leaves and talk to him. But seems to avoid you like the black plague and rushes out of the house.

You sigh and go on with the rest of your day. But since Kuai told you this news, you've seemed to become on edge for no reason. You become paranoid that someone is following you. As you make your way through your daily routine, you see the very same man who gave you the flowers and happily go to him and have a conversation.

Tomas watches you two talk and he feels an anger rise up in him. The way you two chatted so happily like you were in love, Tomas couldn't take it any more and spring from the shadows and confront you. "I-I can't believe you, was nothing we had special?!"

You didn't understand what was happening, Tomas suddenly appeared and he was yelling at you. Screaming at the man and chasing him away. He admits to following you and is grateful that he did, seeing how familiar you are with other men.

"Y-You were stalking me?" You suddenly yelled back. Hearing you say, Tomas realizes quickly how insane he was acting. His cheeks flush as his once confident form shrinks into an awkward one. "Oh gods, Y/n, I'm so sorry. I-" but before he can finish, you turn your back on him and you walk away, leaving him there all alone.

Weeks go by as you avoid him, you don't come home, and you don't speak Kuai either, it's like you disappeared off the face of the planet. These were some of the loneliest weeks Tomas has ever experienced in his life, he couldn't eat he could sleep, and he couldn't even build up the strength to get out of bed. What was even the point? Without you, life didn't have much meaning.

You finally build up the courage and come back home, hoping for some closure and to settle things. Tomas immediately swings open the door and ushers you inside. He is quick to start apologizing, he is in a desperate state. He even starts to break down and cry.

This pathetic display moves you, you admit that you missed him. You embrace each other and cry in each other's arms. "I'm so sorry, please don't leave me," he begs.

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harrywavycurly · 3 months

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Trouble Next Door: That Felt Good

Masterlist: Here

TW: One tiny mention of violence(keep your hands to yourself)

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A/N: I have more planned for some bonus content but I hope yall enjoy this little look into what happened when Eddie and Steve run into each other✨

“I’ll take two more.” Eddie shouts towards the bartender as he gestures to the empty beer bottles he placed on the bar top. “Thanks Todd.” He adds when the bartender nods and gives him a thumbs up. Eddie lets out a sigh of content as he turns and leans back against the bar so he can scan the crowd that’s chosen to spend their Friday night at the Hideout. He runs a hand through his hair as he spots Dustin and Mike arguing in the corner by the pool tables knowing he’ll have to go break that up eventually if Dustin doesn’t stop poking Mike in the chest with his pool stick.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Eddie turns his head to the side and is instantly met with a pair of brown eyes glaring into his.

“Harrington?” Eddie’s question makes Steve roll his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest. “What the hell are you doing here? You hate this place.” He asks as Todd places two fresh beers on the bar for Eddie.

“There’s only two bars in this shitty town and one of them is having karaoke night.” Steve answers as he gets Todd’s attention. “Double vodka soda please.” Eddie has to fight back the chuckle that wants to escape him as Steve orders his drink.

“Oh so you decided to spare the people at the Lucky Horse your rendition of Grease Lightning? That’s awfully nice of you Harrington.” Steve just ignores Eddie’s jab as he waits for his drink, he gets comfortable and leans against the bar next to Eddie and he knows to people passing by they’d assume the two men were friends but they’d be extremely wrong.

“Where’s your wife?” Eddie watches Steve’s eyes flicker to the gold band on his ring finger as he brings the full beer bottle to his lips. “I saw the announcement in the paper.” Steve’s voice is cold and sharp as Todd places his drink down next to him.

“She’s at home with Robin and Max having a girl’s night.”

“I knew she was in love with you.” Eddie stands up straight so he can turn and look Steve in the eyes as he takes a sip of his vodka soda. “You can’t tell me I’m wrong now Munson because that ring on your finger proves just how right I was…she never loved me…it was always you.” Eddie swallows hard as he places his beer on the counter and takes a step towards Steve who instinctively stands up so he can at least attempt to match Eddie’s intimidating stance.

“You’re such a dumbass Steve and I almost feel sorry for you…do you wanna know why I almost feel sorry for you?” Steve raises an eyebrow as Eddie just shakes his head and laughs to himself as he looks down at his boots. “She’d still be happily married to you if you wouldn’t have gone and fucked it all up…she was in love with you man and you just couldn’t see it could you? Couldn’t see how she looked at you like you hung the damn moon and all the fucking stars.” Eddie watches Steve’s face drop as his words hits him like a pile of bricks.

“No way…she never…she didn’t look at me like that.” Eddie just laughs and reaches for his beer so he can take a sip of it. “You’re full of shit.” Steve snaps making Eddie glare at him.

“She didn’t love me then at least not in the way you thought she did…she was just my bestfriend back then.” Eddie explains and Steve just stands there and Eddie knows he’s on the verge of losing it so he decides to just take one more small jab at him. “But then again I guess I should thank you or something because while she might’ve just been my bestfriend back then…she’s my wife now and that’s all because of you.” Steve’s eyes go wide at the realization of Eddie’s words sink in, he is the reason you and Eddie ended up together and it’s his own fault that you’re not his anymore.

“Fuck off Munson.” Eddie just smirks as he brings his beer up to his lips. “That ring is tacky by the way…gold isn’t for every-“ Eddie’s eyes go wide as he watches a fist collide with Steve’s cheek before he could finish his sentence.

“God that felt good.” Eddie just looks from Steve who is now slumped over a barstool back to Dustin who is rubbing at his knuckles with a giant grin on his face. “What a fucking asshole…this for me?” He asks as he grabs the full beer on the counter while Eddie tries to make sense out of what just happened.

“Uh yeah…yeah that’s for you.” He answers making Dustin smile as he grabs it and takes a long swig of it. “Let’s uhm maybe not tell my wife about this okay?” Eddie jokes as he and Dustin head towards the pool tables leaving Steve groaning in pain behind them.

“Yeah she’ll kick both of our asses so…you’ve got yourself a deal.” Eddie smiles as Dustin clinks his beer bottle with Eddie’s before going over and grabbing his pool stick so he can finish his game against Mike.

Eddie looks over his shoulder to see if Steve is still sitting there with his face in his hands and to Eddie’s surprise he’s no where to be found. Will comes up and stands next to him bringing him back to the moment at hand, Dustin and Mike’s pool game and the bet they’ve got going that Dustin can beat Mike because he’ll get so annoyed at how Dustin plays that he’ll just give up.

“Was that Steve?” Will asks as Eddie takes a sip of his beer.

“Oh no that was just some loser from highshcool…no one important.” With that Will just nods and Eddie goes back to enjoying his night out, he smiles to himself knowing that when he’s done here he gets to head on home where you’ll be up waiting for him.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 9 months

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Note: another request! :)

Warnings: 18+!, suggestive/smut, jealousy, possessive behaviour.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You've been dating Sihtric for a few months now, and he's very jealous and possessive when another guy would do as much as breathe in your direction.

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'I asked if you fucking heard me!'

'Next time I'll smash his fucking face in!' Sihtric shouted, his arm around your neck, pulling you with him, 'we're going home. Now!'

'Sihtric? What the hell?!' you yelled, 'what is wrong with you!'

You pushed him away and stared at him. This was not the first time Sihtric completely lost his cool when a guy tried to talk to you while you were out at a bar. Usually Sihtric would just shove the guy away with his shoulder, but he was really riled up tonight, and he went in for a fight before you could even politely brush the guy off. Which escalated, and four security men had to shove your Dane out of the bar. And you followed the angry pretty boy, embarrassed, but also aroused.

And that's the problem. You knew his behaviour was extreme and too much, and it only seemed to get worse as time progressed, but it made you as horny as it made you furious. It always went the same: you go out, some guy looks at you, Sihtric lashes out, you argue and end up fucking each other violently as soon you were home. You loved and hated it at the same time. You knew it was toxic sometimes, the way he was overly possessive of you, but you also couldn't imagine not being his girl.

And Sihtric felt the same. You drove him absolutely mad, to the brink of insanity. But he'd rather die than see you with someone else. And if one day he can't have you anymore, he'll make sure no one would have you. And this twisted behaviour was simply fueled by your deep rooted love for each other.

'What do you mean what's wrong with me?' Sihtric shouted, 'should I just sit back and watch how some fucking prick is trying to get your number? My girl's number?!'

'He was just trying to be nice, he never even asked me for my number!'

'Sure! Just being nice!' Sihtric hissed, 'because that is what men do when they see a lady like you,' he scoffed, 'just being fucking nice!'

'God, just… whatever!' you snarled, 'I want to go home! You ruined this night.'

'Oh, I'm taking you home, don't worry,' Sihtric said as he pulled you to his car.

Sihtric would never hurt you on purpose, without your consent that is, but his love language was a little hard and rough on the edges. He shoved you in his car and slammed the door shut behind you, staring into your eyes as he walked over to his side.

'You're mine!' he shouted after slamming the door on his side, 'do you hear me?!'

You looked at him, with fury and lust in your eyes. Because this is how the game always continued.

'I asked if you fucking heard me!' Sihtric grunted when you didn't respond.

'I fucking heard you!' you yelled, 'just drive!'

You both breathed hard and heavy, wanting to attack each other with words as well as wanting to fuck each other. Sihtric huffed and started his car.

'Just being nice,' Sihtric muttered.

You rolled your eyes at his behaviour. He was never able to just let something go, he'd always go on and on about it, knowing it only made you more heated. But he liked that. He liked you being angry, because you weren't afraid of him. You were the only woman Sihtric had ever met who could handle him. And it made him hard, always, and it was also why he loved you so much. And it made him sick how much he loved you.

'I'll show you just being nice,' he mumbled, placing his hand on your thigh, sqeeuzing it hard before sliding up your thigh, up your skirt.

And you didn't stop him when he slipped his hand into your wet panties.

'Fucking wet again?' he scoffed, 'you're so predictable.'

'Who's fault is it that I'm wet?' you hissed, grabbing onto his arm, 'yours, Sihtric!'

'It better be.'

He pulled his hand away and looked at you, licking his fingers while waiting for a traffic light. And then he grabbed your chin firmly and looked deep into your eyes.

'I'm the only one who is allowed to make you wet, yeah?' he purred, 'I'll kill every other fucking guy who attempts to do so.'

And you wouldn't argue with that. Knowing how he always carries a knife on him, you had no doubt in your mind he would take someone's life for you.

'Drive,' you said curtly, looking at the green light.

Sihtric smirked, not hitting the gas, instead keeping his eyes on you. It was early in the morning, and the roads were empty. Sihtric was in no rush. You looked at him, raised your eyebrow, and then sighed.

'Drive,' you said again.

'Suck my fucking cock,' Sihtric whispered, 'now, baby.'

He didn't need to tell you twice. You already hoped he would tell you to do so, and you felt immediately lightheaded with lust when you unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his boxers down, just enough to take out his hard cock. Fuck, how you loved this man and the complete control he had over you at times. And Sihtric didn't step on the gas until you had him in your mouth.

'Good girl,' he hummed, his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel and one in your hair as your head moved up and down in his lap.

'I want you to be done when I pull up my driveway,' Sihtric breathed, 'you will swallow, you hear me? And don't spill a fucking drop, I just got my car all cleaned after last time.'

You moaned faintly and he pushed your head down, forcing his length down your throat, all the way, knowing it would make you gag, but he always let go before it would become too much for you. He loved you, afterall, and knew your limits all too well, and he would never cross them.

And you did as Sihtric asked, swallowing his warm cum just before he pulled up his driveway. You sat back up and looked at him. Your hair messy, teary eyed, with your mascara and lipstick completely smudged. And you wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your jacket.

'Thank you, babe,' you smiled.

Sihtric smirked and hummed, gently caressing your cheek before he pecked your lips.

'I love you, princess,' he whispered.

'I love you too,' you sighed, feeling his lips stealing another kiss from you.

'I want you to go inside while I park the car in the garage,' Sihtric said, softly, handing you the keys to his door, 'I want you to go upstairs, relax, and take a warm shower. I’ll join you there, okay, baby girl?’

You smiled and nodded. And as you opened the car door, Sihtric grabbed your arm.

'Aren't you forgetting something, doll?'

'Sorry,' you chuckled, taking off your panties and handing them to him, 'I forgot indeed.'

'You know the punishment for that,' Sihtric said, shoving your wet panties into his pocket.

'I do,' you confessed with a grin.

'Good. Now go,' he whispered, smiling sweetly, 'I'll be there soon, my love.' And he kissed your hand before he let you leave.

You heard Sihtric unbuckle his belt, his jeans dropping down to the floor ,and you heard his necklace fall down next to it on the tiles, along with his shirt and a few rings. You felt his presence as he closed in on you in the hot, steaming shower, and he circled his arms around your waist.

'Hey,' he whispered in your ear, pulling your back against his chest, 'my darling.'

'Hey,' you smiled, loving the feeling of his arms around your naked body.

'I love you,' he continued, 'you know that right?'

'I know, honey,' you said, 'I love you too.'

'Good,' he kissed your cheek and laced his fingers with yours, 'I know I'm a little rough sometimes, but it's only because I love you.'

'I know.'

'I know that you know,' Sihtric smiled, 'I just wanted to remind you. Turn around for me, princess.'

'Turn around?' you chuckled but did as you were told.

Sihtric never asked you to do things, he told you to do things. And you were always free to do so or not, but he knew you would always listen to him. You were as obsessed with him as he was with you. And you knew that if you would tell Sihtric to do something, he would do it all the same.

'Yeah, turn around,' Sihtric smiled, pushing you up against the glass wall, 'I'm feeling a little… soft tonight,' he chuckled, then licked your lips and pushed some wet strands of hair behind your ear.

Sihtric always surprised you. Usually, after a night out like this, he'd fuck you hard, from behind, your face pressed against the shower wall, or simply being bent over the bathroom sink, or anywhere else he could bent you over and remind you that you belong to him.

Sihtric brought his face close to yours and nuzzled your nose sweetly. 'I want to face you while I remind you that you're mine tonight, my sweet princess,' he whispered and kissed your lips softly.

'Remember what I told you?' Sihtric asked, several weeks later, just before you were to get out of his car and enter your friend's house for a party.

'I remember,' you said.

Sihtric grabbed your chin, forcing eye contact.

'Repeat it to me,' he said, sternly.

'Don't talk to any man that is not you,' you smiled at him.

'That's my girl,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your lips, 'my sweet girl,' he whispered, 'and if you behave, I might treat you well later tonight.'

You sighed softly and smiled, closing your eyes as you felt his hand slide down to your thigh, up your skirt, 'would you like that?' he teased with his raspy voice, 'would you like me to treat you well, princess?'

'Mhm,' you hummed, already wanting to go home and get your need for him fixed.

'Then behave,' Sihtric whispered and kissed your lips.

He then abruptly got out of the car, knowing he left you unsatisfied, and he grinned as he opened the car door for you, taking your hand to help you out. You walked up to the house, Sihtric right next to you, his hand resting on your lower back as he made sure you stayed close. He always wanted to keep an eye on you. Not because he didn't trust you, but he knew men couldn't be trusted. And Sihtric had no problem showing his dominance in public if a man would do as much as look at you.

And it didn't take long before Sihtric's eyes were filled with hatred. You had been at the party for less than an hour when some guy you didn't even know came up to you, just when Sihtric had gone to get you a drink. You ignored the stranger, but he kept trying to circle his arm around you, and Sihtric was quick to interfere when he saw someone tried touching up his girl. Sihtric pushed his way back to you and took your hand, shoving you behind him, as he towered over the handsy stranger, staring down into the man's eyes as he clenched his jaw.

'My girl?' Sihtric hissed, 'you're trying to talk to my girl? Hm?'

'Sihtric,' you said, softly nudging his arm, 'leave it, babe.'

'No, I will not leave it!' he snarled, not looking away from the man who was now his enemy, 'you got something to say for yourself?'

'Nah, man,' the man said, throwing his hands up, 'sorry, I didn't know…' he gestured to you and then to Sihtric, 'I apologise.'

Sihtric gave him a hard stare, not saying another word. He then wrapped his arm around your neck and pulled you with him, towards the front door. Sihtric decided it was time to leave.

'I don't want to leave yet,' you said as Sihtric pulled you out the front door with him, 'we just got here, honey, come on.'

'We're leaving.'

'No!' you snuck out of his embrace and took a step back.

'Baby,' Sihtric said, sternly, 'we're leaving.'

'Why do you always have to be such a douchebag, Sihtric!'

You stared at each other, both filled with rage and hard, pure love.

'Because I love you!' he suddenly shouted, hoarsely, 'because I fucking love you, baby! And I can't stand the sight, or even the fucking thought of someone else looking at you! Trying to be with you! I can't think of you being with anyone else other than me! And that fucking scares me,' he groaned, raking his fingers through his hair, 'I've never felt like this before. For anyone! And it drives me fucking insane, baby,' he said, pulling you close, 'you drive me fucking insane and I love it. Because I love you. You!' Sihtric said with a sudden sob, 'and I'm terrified that you will find someone else, someone better than me, and that you'll leave me. And I… if I can't have you,' his voice trembled, 'I will not let anyone else have a chance with you.'

You stared at Sihtric, who suddenly teared up and clenched his jaw as he looked away from you.

'I'm,' his breath hitched, 'I'm so scared of losing you. Because I clearly don't deserve you.'

'What are you talking about?' you said, bewildered by his sudden, emotional confession, and you cupped his cheeks, 'why on earth would you think I'd want someone else? What is this… sudden insecurity?'

'I've always been insecure about… us. Why do you think I behave like this?' he confessed, 'I'm insecure because… because I'm just a nobody.'

'You're not a nobody,' you said, and your heart broke as you looked into Sihtric's eyes.

The man who had always carried himself so confident around you, was suddenly fragile and frightened.

'You're my man,' you said, softly, pecking his lips, 'you're mine, babe. And I love you. You shouldn't be afraid of losing me, that's ridiculous. You know I'd do anything for you. And, yes, you drive me insane too,' you chuckled softly, 'but I love it. Because I love you. And I love your jealous side and your protective side, but you could tone it down a little, that's all. I have no plans of leaving you, ever, but you have to give me some space to let me live, you know? I don't want to get someone's number, I don't want to talk to any other guy. But if someone comes up to me, I can handle it myself too,' you smiled softly, 'you don't need to lash out like that and drag me home. People think you're… hurting me.'

'I don't mean to hurt you-,'

'And you don't hurt me, because I like you a little rough,' you kissed his lips again, 'but I would really appreciate it if you could try to be a little less angry. You can still show a guy that I'm yours without picking a fight. Just walk up to me, pull me in your arms and give me a kiss, that's really all you have to do.'

Sihtric nodded slowly, 'I know,' he said, and he wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, 'the thought of you leaving me just freaks me out.'

'I don't want to leave you, but you have to understand, sweetheart, that you do push me away sometimes with this behaviour. Don't drag me over the street like this. Drag me to bed instead,' you smiled and kissed his cheek, 'I love you, all I want is for you to understand that you have nothing to worry about. And having that kind of attitude, knowing that I don't have eyes for anyone else but you, looks way sexier on you than being aggressive to some random guy, I promise.'

'I'm sorry,' he mumbled, 'I love you.'

'And I love you.'

'Sorry for being a jerk.'

'Well… you can make it up to me,' you grinned.

'How?' Sihtric frowned.

'Well, I'm not the one who misbehaved,' you said and took his hand, leading him to his car, 'and you said you'd treat me well if I behaved,' you smiled.

'I guess I did,' Sihtric's cocky smile appeared on his face again, along with his confident posture.

'Mhm,' you hummed, 'and now is when I want to see that possessive side of you.'

'Hm,' Sihtric chuckled lightly, sliding his hand up your skirt again, 'all wet again?' he asked with a smirk.

'That's my boy,' you grinned, 'now take me home, and remind me that I belong to you.'

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littlewriterfullofwords · 10 months

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Only one for me

Pairing: fem!Hanaoka Y/N x Takajo Tsukasa

Summary: Your twin brother took you to meet his friends, that's all

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello! I'm back with Tsukasa and my obsessive ass. There will be part 2!

Enjoy, let me know what you think and maybe share any future ideas

"Y/N!" You turned around and smiled brightly when you saw your brother, Fujio, in the distance. "Wait!"

"I'm not going anyway." You joked and waited patiently for Fujio to stop by your side and catch a breath. "I thought you were in better shape. You fight all the time, but still can't run without running out of breath."

"Says who." Answered black haired with a smile and when he finally straightened up, he looked at you happily. "You are not better than me."

"Well, you want it or not, we're twins, we are exactly the same."

"Can't argue with that." Fujio nodded and put his arm around your shoulder then dragged you with him. "Have I told you my friends want to meet you?"

"Friends? You have friends?" You joked about what black haired smacked your head gently. "Okay okay, I was joking. And I guess now you're dragging me to meet them?"

"See? Our brains are connected."

After some more turns to left and right, you guys ended up in front of a school your brother attended.

"Welcome to Oya High." Fujio smiled and you swore that his eyes shone brighter than the stars on the night sky so you decided not to make any joke about the place, you knew it was a special place for him. "The bestest school in the whole SWORD."

Your eyes searched the whole building, every window, every door and broken table on the ground. It might have not looked very appealing, but even you felt some energy that was telling you to stay there longer.

"Let's meet my friends." Fujio grabbed your hand and dragged to the center patio where many men were sitting, standing or minding their businesses. "Oy, guys! I'm back!"

In a second, and I literally mean second, almost everyone was rounded around you two, yelling one over another.

"You got a girlfriend? Since when?" The man with dark blond hair styled to the left asked a question everyone was curious about.

"Girlfriend? No." You shook your head with disbelief. " I woudn't date him even if someone paid me."

"That was mean." Fujio pouted, but a moment later smiled brightly. "She's my sister...well, twin sister."

"You have a sister?!" The man next to the blond guy who asked the first question yelled, making you and Fujio flinch.

"I've never told you about her?" The leader scratched his head. "Well, now you know."

"Hanaoka Y/N. It's nice to meet you all." You bowed deeply and after some time jumped up with a smile.

"Hanaoka Y/N." The blond haired guy repeated your name and nodded. "That adds up. Nice to meet you, I'm Yasushi."

"And I'm Kiyoshi." His friend added with a smile.

And suddenly everyone started yelling their names out, making you smile and laugh.

"Okay, let her live." Fujio covered you with his body, hiding from the group of men. "Don't you dare touch her."

"As much as I love you, I hate you." You smacked his head, passed him and sank into the group as if you have been part of it since forever.

A few moments later, you all were sitting on anything you could and were gossiping about everything and nothing, you even earned a place on Fujio's couch next to him.

During the conversation, you've been feeling all those stares on you, I mean it's normal to look at your interlocutor yet it was a different kind of stare. Yet you didn't give it too much thought, you ignored it.

"You copy each other." A man with glasses came in by the entrance and looked at the whole gathering.

"It's called twin-sync." You both said at the same time, making all of the men look at you with shock and admiration in their eyes.

"Y-you're doing that again." Pointed out Jamuo with a nervous laughter that caught your and Fujio's attention so you two again acted your sync out.

"You guys are creepy." Summarized a glassy guy and walked past the group.

"Doroki, where is Tsukasa?" Fujio stopped the tall man with a question and made him turn around.

"I don't keep files on him." Answered asked man and left the patio without more words.

"You should." Murmured Yasushi, but again looked at you with a gentle gaze. "Why aren't you in Oya? Your brother is, why not you?"

"Well... I've been spending some time with our grandpa." You explained calmly, your eyes averted to Fujio who nodded. "And after he died I've been helping our aunt with the house, studying on my own, sometimes with my friends...a lot has been happening, I just didn't have time to go to school."

"You can join us." Said Nakagoshi what met the approval of the whole gathering.

"I'll think about it, thanks." You smiled brightly, knowing damn well that you looked exactly like your brother and that it might have again creeped out every person on the patio....again. "I'll be going now, it was nice meeting you all. Thank you for taking care of my brother."

"No one has to take care of me." Objected your twin what made you giggle. "Yeah, go. Shoosh away."

"Love you too. See you guys!" You waved happily at the sitting crowd and headed towards the exit without paying attention to anything around you.

And probably that's why you bumped into someone on your way.

"I'm so..." You didn't finish your sentence because when you looked up, you saw this handsome, blond haired man that literally took your voice and breath away.

"Oh, Tsukasa!" You heard Fujio's voice behind you but you didn't care, youre eyes were all over the man in front of you.

Tsukasa.

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lostquinn · 4 months

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Happy holidays

Christmas with Ghost

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gn!reader

Summery: Simon always hated Christmas, you always loved I but he loves you, so he's willing to celebrate with you on Christmas eve.

It's been a while since I posted but I figured you guys deserve a nice fluffy Christmas pierce with Ghost <3

Word count: 857

You'd been dating Simon for a while, having caught his eye since you joined Task Force 141 as a demolition expert. He loved your explosive personality, they way you cared about everyone no matter what.

You knew and understood that he didn't like christmas, it was one of your favourite holidays and you both respected and understood one another's feelings on the holiday.

Currently, you stood in a safe house, watching as Johnny and Gaz attempted to make a tree they had cut down stand up for you. They had cut the base wonky and were shocked when the tree itself was wonky, but they managed to make it stand.

Price was sat on the edge of the table, fighting with a set of lights you had dug out and trying his best to untangle them. He cursed softly as he pulled a knot tighter.

Simon sat in an armchair by the fire, his mask resting on the arm of the chair as he watched everyone and sipped his large mug of tea.

"Told you it was wonky," Johnny teased Gaz, punching him playfully on the arm.

"I told you to help rather than sit and watch," Gaz argued before the two of them went to help Price.

You turned to Simon, crouching down by him with a concerned expression on your face. He met your eyes with a soft, loving smile, his eyes lit up by the fire.

"How're you feeling, darling?" You asked softly, your hand on his knee.

"Cingulomania," he responded quietly. "Know what it means, luvie?"

You shook your head no, searching his face for any trace of an answer.

"It's... it's a strong desire to hold a person in your arms," he murmured, patting his lap for you as he put his tea down.

You grinned, nodding as you climbed up and sat in his lap, your legs dangling over the arm of the chair. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck with a hum.

His stuble pricked your skin as he held you tight. It felt like home, being on his lip as he held you. After a few long moments of holding you, he kissed your neck before bringing his lips to your ear.

"I love you, ya know?" He grumbled into your ear. It was the first time he'd said it, the first time either of you had even mentioned love.

Your heart melted in your chest, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you cuddled into him. A soft blush filled your cheeks as a grin spread across your face.

"I love you too, Si," you murmured against him.

"Oi, lovebirds!" Price chastised as him, Gaz and Johnny held the now untangled lights across the room. "You joining us with the decorating?"

You hesitated, glancing between Price and Simon for a moment as his hands rested on your hips, gripping your skin.

"Yeah, yeah... we'll be right there, old man," Simon chuckled.

He wanted to decorate with you, to celebrate Christmas with you despite his own reservations with the holiday. He squeezed you again before holding his hand up slightly, helping you stand up before standing next to you.

Johnny and Gaz grinned and chuckled, shoulder barging each other out of the way as they approached the tree with the lights.

Simon laughed as the two men struggled to put lights on the tree, smiling down at you for a moment. He put his hand on the small of your back and pressed a kiss to your temple before pressing on and helping them.

The three of them quarrelled as they attempted to decorate the tree together. Eventually, Price threw some tinsel at them, and the four of them laughed and teased each other as they decorated the tree for you.

You had your arms crossed, a grin on your face as you stood watching them, filled with joy. You noticed Simons jumper, discarded on the armchair and slid it on over the top of your shirt before stepping closer and joining them.

Johnny nearly elbowed you in the head as attempted to put a decoration high up and Simon smacked him in the back of the head playfully before pulling you close.

"You know I loved it when you wear my stuff," He murmured as he kissed where Johnny had elbowed you and snaked his hands around your waist.

Price disappeared off for a moment, returning shortly with an angel ornament for the top of the tree.

"Who wants to finish it all up?" Price grinned, looking between everyone.

"I think it's only fair my angel puts it up," Simon grinned as Price nodded and passed you the decoration.

"Look at 'em, pipsqueak can't reach!" Johnmy chuckled.

Simon grinned as his grip tightened, and he lifted you up, giving you the height you needed to put the angel on the tree before dropping you back to the floor.

"Looks great, everyone," Gaz grinned.

"Best christmas ever," Simon smiled, squeezing you before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you off to bed.

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multifandomwriter56 · 1 month

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His Little Spy: The Fight

Series Summary: Anita Edwards is a spy who works for Tommy Shelby. She is an orphan and longs for a family. Will Tommy ever realize she is his daughter, despite them not being blood? Or will he lose her forever?

Chapter 4 Summary: Anita meets someone she thought she would never get the chance to. Tommy isn't happy about it.

Characters: Tommy Shelby, OC, Polly Gray, some other PB characters

Warnings: language, violence, mentions child abuse

Word Count: 3,199

"I fucking hate this hellhole, don't you?"

Anita jumps, barely stopping herself from screaming. She turns to the owner of the voice that just scared the shit out of her; pulling out her knife. "What the fuck? Who are you?"

Alfie chuckles. "Feisty little thing, ain't ya?"

The eleven year old glances behind her, wondering if she should make a run for it.

"There's no need to be frightened, dove. Ol' Alfie isn't going to hurt ya."

"Alfie?" She lowers her arm that's holding the knife. “Alfie Solomons?”

Alfie grins. "The child knows my name."

"I thought Mr Shelby killed you."

Alfie leans down, pointing to the scar on his face. "Well he fucking tried, didn't he?"

The two stared at each other in complete silence. Eventually Anita holds out her hand.

"I'm Anita. Nice to meet you."

Alfie shakes the girl's hand. "So you're the famous Anita Edwards Ollie has told me so much about." He gestures to the man hidden in the shadows.

Anita frowns. Okay, maybe this was a bad idea. She steps back, gripping her knife tightly in her fist. He might kill her to get revenge on Tommy.

"I'm not going to hurt you, dove. I already told you I wouldn't. I need you to do me a favor, right; I need you to give this to Tommy."

Anita stares at the envelope in his outstretched hand. "Why can't you?"

"I'm dead, remember?"

"If you give this to Mr Shelby, everyone will know that's not true." Ollie argues.

Anita can tell by Ollie's voice that they've had this conversation before.

"He already knows, Ollie boy! When I was fucked up on all those meds, I asked Tommy about Cyril."

"Cyril is your dog?"

Alfie smiles. "Yes. How is my boy?"

Anita grins, putting her knife away. "Fat and lazy." Her grin turns into a full smile when the man laughs. "He loves to cuddle."

Remembering what they were first talking about, Anita's smile falls. "How do you know who I am?"

"Ollie's been keeping an eye on Tommy, you see; making sure that little gypsy man doesn't get into too much trouble. He's noticed you around." He pauses dramatically as he stares her down. "He noticed you were digging up information about me, right; and I wanted to know why."

Anita winces at the mention of her little investigation on the man. "You didn't happen to put that in the letter, did you?"

The grin’s back. "Tommy told you to leave ‘dead’ me be?" The young girl nods. "No, I didn't mention the nosy girl, right; thought it was fun having an admirer."

Anita crinkles her nose. "Who said anything about an admirer?"

"Well, I just did, didn't I?"

Anita decides she's not even going to answer that. "None of your men ever told anyone you were alive." She doesn't admit it out loud, but she is impressed no one blabbered.

"My men fucking love me." He holds out the envelope once again. "So will you do poor ol' Alfie this favor?"

Anita smiles. He is nothing like she imagined; but he's endearing in an annoying, yet amusing way.

So she takes the envelope.

"Ollie, I think it's time we get out of hell. Goodbye, my little dove. It was a fucking pleasure to meet you."

Anita giggles. Tommy at least tries not to curse in front of her as much as he does in front of others; but this man doesn't hold back. "Bye Mr Solomons."

"Fucking hell." He mutters. "It's Alfie. No need to be formal."

Anita resists the urge to roll her eyes. "Bye Alfie."

The man smiles softly before following Ollie into an alley where their car is probably hidden.

Anita knows Tommy hasn't gone home yet so she decides to give him the letter now.

She tries to get into the shop, but the door is locked. She checks the windows, smiling when she finds one unlocked. She slips in, trying to be as quiet as possible.

She only takes about three steps when she hears a gun cock. "Hi, Mr Shelby."

"Anita?" Tommy uncocks the gun, setting it on a table. He takes two large strides until he's standing in front of the girl. He grabs her chin, a little more roughly than he meant to. "What the fuck are you doing, young lady?"

Anita's eyes widened. "I-I knew you were still here." She tells him lamely; not really knowing what to say. Why is he so mad?

"You can't just sneak in whenever you want to. I could've shot you, Anita." He scolds, releasing his hold on her chin. "Why didn't you knock?"

The young girl shrugs her shoulders. She sneaks into all kinds of places to get information for him.

How the hell does he think she gets that information?

She holds out the envelope. "I have a letter for you." She says sheepishly; refusing to look him in the eye.

Tommy frowns at the girl; debating on whether or not to scold her some more. He eventually decides against it, taking the envelope from her. "Who's it from?"

Anita subconsciously takes a few steps back. "Alfie Solomons." She mumbles.

Tommy's hand freezes and his head snaps up. "What was that?" He growls; his eyes hardening when Anita stays quiet. "Answer me, young lady." The fear of her learning the truth rises and even though he shouldn't be as angry as he's acting, he lets the anger take over.

Anita draws a circle on the floor with her shoe-covered toes. Two 'young lady's' in one night is not a good sign. "Alfie Solomons." She tells him a little louder this time.

Tommy leans against the table, a hand covering his eyes. He takes a deep breath. It's not her fault, he reminds himself before focusing back on the letter.

Anita watches him read the letter, her body twitching with anticipation. Even back when she asked who Alfie Solomons was; Tommy lost his temper. He forbade her from talking about him again and she doesn’t understand why he wants to avoid the subject so much.

And does he not understand that telling her no, makes her want to do it so much more?

Once Tommy finishes reading it, he slips the folded paper in his suit pocket.

"What did he want?"

Tommy raises his eyebrows; surprised by her gall to even ask such a question. "That is not your concern. Now-" He bends forward until his eyes are leveled with hers. "What do I have to do to make sure you never crawl through another fucking window?"

"N-Nothing. I won't do it a-again." Anita lies; cursing herself for stuttering.

Tommy doesn't believe her one bit; but if she's really to risk upsetting him by lying, then she must believe she has a good reason for defying him. So he lets it be, for now. He'll have to think on it before he brings it up again.

When he straightens, Anita decides to ask a question of her own. "Why did you tell me Alfie was dead?"

Tommy reaches in his pocket, pulling out his lighter and cigarette case. "At the time, I thought he was."

"Why didn't you tell me when he sent you that letter that he is alive?"

"You spoke to him." Tommy states; wondering why the fuck Alfie came all the way to Birmingham to give him a letter when last time he fucking used the postal. "I don't give you information. That's your job." He reminds her, pointing the lit cigarette at her.

Anita scoffs. "Why is that such a terrible thing? He was nice."

"Go home, Anita." Tommy orders, his voice back to his usual monotone intonation.

That tone hits a nerve that she can't hide. not tonight. "I don't have a home." She snaps. "But don't worry, I'm going." She heads for the window, ignoring Tommy calling her name.

Once she's outside, she turns to face him. "This is how I get your information. I sneak around in places where I shouldn't be. So you better get used to the idea that I do this quite often. How else am I supposed to get inside the orphanage without getting into trouble, eh?" She doesn't wait for a response; her courage draining with each second as his glare darkens.

She hates disappointing him and she hates being upset with him. But dammit! She hates it even more when he uses that bored, monotone voice with her.

It makes her feel like she's just like everyone else. That she means nothing to him.

"I think it's time you took a break."

And with those words with that same damn monotone, her hate shifts. "You know what? I think you're fucking right!" She shouts, slamming the window shut.

Her eyes widen in slight fear when Tommy bolts to the front door. She has no idea what would happen if he caught her, but she's not staying around to find out.

She runs.

Anita stirs as she feels the train come to a halt and a man yells 'London!'

She heads for the door, sighing in relief when she doesn't see a Shelby or a Peaky in sight.

Ten minutes into her walk through town, she spots three men coming straight for her.

"You're the Shelby's little snitch, aren't ya?"

Anita tries to bolt but one of the men stops her; grabbing both her arms. "Let me go!" She tries to sound like Polly when she's telling off the Shelby men, but she knows she failed.

The men laugh at her attempts to escape. "Oh, this is her. You ratted us out to Thomas Shelby and almost got us killed. We only took what was owed to us."

Anita remembers the men and scoffs at his words. "If you're stupid enough to steal from the Shelby's, than you're lucky to be alive. Be grateful I knew where your stash was or else I don't think Mr Shelby would have spared your miserable lives."

The punch to her gut knocks the breath out of her. She gasps for air as the man holding her lets her drop to the ground.

"The little bitch has a mouth on her."

She cries out when one of their boots connects with her side. Knowing that wasn't the end, she clamps her mouth shut and curls into herself to protect her organs; just like how Arthur taught her in case she was ever caught.

When she hears the click of a loaded gun, Anita squeezes her eyes shut in anticipation of her death.

She flinches with each gunshot, counting a total of three. The silence is so loud, her curiosity gets the better of her and she slowly peels her eyes open.

To her surprise, not only are the men gone, but she sees a familiar man standing in front of her.

"Alfie?"

"The fuck you doing in London, Dove?"

She opens her mouth to answer him, but her body gives in to the pain; her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

The last thing she hears, is "Fuck!"

The Shelby family never thought the day would come where there would be tension between Thomas Shelby and Anita Edwards. And they definitely didn't think it would affect the whole family or the business for that matter.

Anita only comes around when she has information or when she's needed.

Tommy tries to avoid being alone with her as much as possible. She doesn't try to stay in his office with him anymore. She doesn't beg to be more involved in the business. And she only comes to the Arrow House when he's not there.

"You need to fix this, Thomas." Polly scolds him one day.

"I'm not the one who needs to do the fixing."

"Oh, stop being a child. You're the adult; fucking act like it."

Tommy focuses on the papers on his desk, letting his aunt know he's done listening to her.

Polly storms out, but her anger drains away when she sees a laughing Anita sitting at one of the betting tables. She's not sure what story Arthur is telling the eleven year old, but it must be funny.

"Anita, love; he's ready to see you."

The smile drops at her words. "Can't I just tell you the information and you can tell him?"

Polly shakes her head, a small smile gracing her lips. "He wants to see you." At least she hopes her nephew does; to make things right.

"I don't know why; he barely says a fucking word." Anita mumbles as she stands to her feet.

As the girl starts to pass by her, Polly gently grabs her chin; her eyebrows raised.

Anita can only keep eye contact for a few moments before looking down. "Sorry."

Polly leans down to kiss the top of her head. "It'll get better; I promise."

Anita wants to believe her, but it's been two months since she gave Tommy Alfie's letter. It was tense afterwards, but when Anita let it slip that her and Alfie started writing to one another; he's been cold.

She doesn't understand why he hates the idea of her and Alfie being pen pals. Even though she saw no reason for him to, she let him read some of their letters. They never talk about business. Mostly about Cyril and ships. Aflie likes to describe some of the ships he sees. Anita did mention that her and Tommy are not on good terms, but she didn't show that letter to the leader.

She softly knocks on the door, but doesn't wait for an invitation. If he's expecting her then there's no point of her waiting for a response.

“Anita?”

The young girl takes her normal seat across from the man. “Polly said you were ready to see me.”

Tommy internally rolls his eyes; but on the outside he has his normal, bored expression plastered on his face. “Yes, what do you have for me?”

“Nothing.” This is why she wanted to just tell Polly. She’s not in a mood for a lecture.

Tommy frowns, opening the box of cigarettes. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.” She repeats. “So-” She stands to her feet. “Am I free to go or are going to lecture me about how I need to do my job?”

Tommy freezes at her words; the small flame only centimeters away from the unlit cigarette. It’s like something just clicked in his brain. She’s a ten year old kid wondering about a man, who is not even her family, is going to lecture her about a job. A very dangerous job.

“Anita, wait.”

Anita stops. She looks up at the door to his office. “So close.” She mutters to herself.

She turns around, hoping he isn’t really going to lecture her. “Yes, Mr Shelby?”

Tommy stands from his chair, the cigarette forgotten. He gestures to the chair she was just occupying. “Please sit.” He leans back against the front of his desk, right in front of the chair, her chair.

Anita frowns. Did he just say please? Her eyes scan his, trying to see any hidden meaning behind his words; but all she sees is vulnerability. She sees a softness in his stare that she’s only seen pointed at Charlie. So she heads back to the chair; hoping this isn't some kind of trap.

Tommy stares straight ahead while Y/n stares down at her lap. They stay like this for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been handling things. And I’m sorry for the way I reacted to you and Alfie’s… friendship. I could have handled that better.” Did Alfie tell her the truth? Does she know?

Anita stares at him, her mouth wide open and her eyes as big as they can go. “You’re what?”

Tommy lets himself roll his eyes this time. “I’m fucking sorry, alright?”

‘I was fucking jealous.’

He can’t say those words aloud; but that doesn't mean they're any less true. He keeps playing her words over and over in one of the letters she wrote to Alfie.

'I'm grateful to have someone like you to talk to. Someone I can see as a father figure or an uncle.'

“I see it in your eyes. Just like I did in Michael's .”

Anita never properly met Polly’s son, but she’s heard of him. “And what did you see?” She cautiously asks.

“Intelligence… cunning. You’re a very bright young lady, Anita. I took advantage of that. I keep forgetting you’re only fucking ten. I need someone with your kind of mind, your loyalty. I just need them to be-”

“A man?” She interrupts with a raised eyebrow.

“Of age.” Tommy corrects, but he doesn’t deny her words.

“Polly says you were acting like a toddler who had to share their toy.” She’s starting to forgive him, but a simple apology isn’t enough.

Tommy closes his eyes. His aunt is going to be the death of him. “I don’t consider you a toy, Anita.” He tries not to think about how wrong that sounds. “So-” He’s ready to move this along. “Am I forgiven?”

She stays quiet for a moment. “Take me horse riding and I’ll say yes.” Anita knew there would be a day she would forgive him. She just figured it would sorta just happen; not when he, The Thomas Shelby, apologizes to her.

“You want me to fucking what?”

“I haven't been on a horse for over a month. Lizzie found out I’ve been going by myself since you sent Johnny Dogs wherever and she won’t let me go anywhere near the stables. So I want you to take me.”

“Johnny has been doing what?” Tommy has never felt so confused in his life. How many times has Y/n been to his house and he hasn’t known? When did Johnny start taking her horse riding with HIS horses?

Anita smiles; proud of herself for making Tommy so flabbergasted. “Aw, don’t be mad at Johnny. We always bring the horses back.” She thinks she has the right to tease him some; with what he put her these last two months.

“How do you even get to my house?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “It’s not that far from the orphanage and Johnny showed me some shortcuts. I’m used to walking.”

“How did no one know?”

She smirks, her confidence rising. A side of the young girl that hardly ever surfaces. A side of her that trauma, abuse, and being unloved shoved down inside her. A side she's only shown to two people, rising with the side of her lips.

“Mr Shelby, it’s simple, I’m a fucking great spy.”

Anita didn’t feel like a great anything as she pukes for the fifth time since Alfie helped her into his car. She has the upper half of her body hanging outside of the car as Alfie once again brings the car to a stop.

She groans as her body yells in pain with each movement. “How much farther to Margate?”

“Just another hour, dove.”

“Should you even be driving?”

Alfie grins. “I fucking doubt it.”

She groans again. If the pain doesn’t kill her, Alfie and his one eye will.

Forevers: @desiredposion @theseakrakence @simonsbluee @elenavampire21 @kmc1989

Peaky Blinders: @psychkunox @theshelbyclan @lilymurphy03 @findinghisredrighthand @zablife

His Little Spy Series: @smcc212 @peakascum @auggie2000 @ajwantstohavefun @bloomskater @play-morezeppelin @venomsvl @the-horror-and-the-wild-simp @lovemissyhoneybee @theshelbyslimited @bethabear12 @ohshititsfenharel @babayaga67

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The Wrong Way (Dark Ending): Going Under, Part 3

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

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Summery: After you give birth to Ellie in the cabin, Joel fins you and Tommy, besting Tommy in a fight. What happens to you? What happens to Ellie, Tommy, Lorenzo and the rest of the family Little One has acquired? How does Little One learn to cope with her new reality? Does she fall into the darkness that surrounds Joel and all he touches? Can Joel really change for you and your daughter?

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WARNING, graphic violence, murder, manipulation, the horrors, Joel being Joel, Tommy being kinda pathetic, Joel's weird sexual fantasies, breeding kink, abuse of power. Just.... all the bad.

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For weeks it continued like that, Joel dragging you out of bed and making you go outside, play with Ellie, spend time with June and Tommy… all things that slowly improved your mood. Joel wouldn’t let you drown in your own misery and as much as you hated it, he really had become your lifeboat.

Ellie was asleep in her bed as you stayed in the room rearranging her clothes and cloth diapers while muffled voices talked outside; Joel had just brought some back from a raid and you were deciding what was salvageable and what she’d fit into. At 2 months she was still very small, but you were setting aside clothes and diapers that she grew out of. Tommy said he’d figure out local women who were pregnant. You’d come to realize how many of the men who didn’t live in the raider house had wives and children… and it concerned you. What was the state they lived in? Were they treated better or worse than you? Were thy beaten and raped? Did they love their husbands? Did their husbands take care of them the way Joel took care of you?

You couldn’t help smiling at the pretty dress he found; he was particularly proud of that one. ‘Isn’t it pretty? It’s a little big for Dolly right now but she’ll look so cute when she grows into it.’

The voices grew and you realized it was an argument outside. Curiosity getting the best of you, you look outside to see Joel and June arguing with each other and Tommy in his signature peace-keeper stance. Joel looked angry although you couldn’t make out his words. Memories of how Lorenzo and Zach were slaughtered in front of you and all the ways Joel brutalized you, and you knew you needed to protect June. With a glance to Ellie to check he’s still asleep and breathing, you run outside to intervene.

“JOEL!” You shout, running around the house to try and get Joel to calm. He at least had some love and respect for you, didn’t he? He brought June here for you, so he must have some regard for her life and what it meant to you? He wanted to be a family, surely he’d spare his daughter’s aunt?

Joel didn’t look at you, shouting at June; something about her attitude and being tired of her muttering under her breath. June, in her part, called him a psychopath and delusional, insisting he would never have a normal family. Before you could reach them, Joel slapped her hard, causing June to get knocked to the ground and you to freeze in your place. You wanted to move. You did… but your body would not make the steps…

Quickly, you realized you didn’t have to.

Tommy was on Joel in a flash, decking him on the jaw with a cracking punch and making Joel stumble back.

“KEEP YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF MY WIFE!” Tommy screamed at his brother and you felt your eyes growing at Tommy’s sudden display.

Joel was undeterred, a punch to the jaw being far from the worst he’d felt. Stepping forward again, he spread his arms out wide, taunting him. “There he is! There’s the Tommy Miller I know!” A wide grin was on his face, Joel huffing out a laugh as he whipped the blood from his mouth. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, YOU FUCKING PUSSY!”

Tommy lunged at his brother once more, an anger on his face the likes of which you hadn’t seen before, not on your kind-hearted Tommy… You were starkly reminded here that Tommy Miller was a raider, Tommy killed, Tommy fought, Tommy tortured and you only ever had his word and Lorenzo’s limited understanding that he wasn’t a rapist. How much about him did you really know?

A full on fist fight ensued, the brothers shouting at each other as they did; Tommy yelling at Joel to stay away from his family, Joel largely egging him on, telling him to be a man. Why was he trying to get Tommy to hurt him? Joel was clearly losing, but it was also obvious his full strength was not being utilized. You had seen what Joel could do and were aware of even more. Joel could take on several men without aid. Joel could brutalize without a second thought; he’d done it to you, he’d done worse to Nick.

But this was Tommy, and at the end of the day no matter the horrors, Joel was a father and a brother, and that was the core of who he was. Joel’s psyche snapping was due to his loss of Sarah and his desire to have her back was at the basis of everything he’d done to you, good and bad. Hell, the whole concept of Joel being a raider was based around the need to protect and provide for the only family he had left. The violence enacted had been in the name of Tommy’s survival… until it all became so muddled that he survived only for the violence… and then came you, and suddenly there was something else to live for.

Tommy had the clear lead, straddling Joel and landing blow after blow on Joel’s face and for a moment you thought he might really kill him.

“TOMMY!” You scream, and you don’t know why. You should want Joel dead, you should want your freedom… but you weren’t entirely sure what your freedom looked like now. Once, you thought that freedom was with Tommy, being his wife, loving him, maybe even a few more children. You thought it was with Zach and Lorenzo. All of that was out of the realm of possibility now, and Joel was what you knew, Joel is what you had, and Joel was the main reason you had been able to tread water thus far. Joel kept your head above water. “TOMMY STOP!”

He was not listening, you look at June for her to say something… but it looks like she wants Tommy to kill him too. You weren’t sure if Tommy would or could kill Joel, but for every punch Joel got in Tommy got two and you didn’t want Joel to show his whole brute force either. You didn’t want either one dead.

You rush over to where the men fought, June telling you to stay out of it, and try to get in between them but Tommy shoves you away and you fall back. Joel takes the advantage of the distraction and uses his legs to roll Tommy and climb on top to rain down punches although significantly less strong. “YOU DON’T TOUCH HER!”

Eventually you are able to pull Joel off Tommy, June running over to help him stand just as you do Joel, both men dripping in blood and sweat, panting heavily.

Tommy points at Joel, still panting. “Stay away from her!”

You can’t help but scoff from behind where Joel guards you with his body.

That sound makes Tommy turn to you incredulously, all pretense having been obliterated in the bite of the Wyoming freeze-over. “What does that mean?” The harsh tone of voice was new to you, but you were not deterred, frustration with Tommy and all involved in this last year boiling over.

You took a few steps towards the man, bundled up in his signature blue denim jacket. “Really? Now you wanna step up?!” Voice raising, you step up to Tommy despite his tall figure towering over you. “Everything that happened last year and now you want to protect her?”

Tommy’s jaw ticked in annoyance; he tried to keep calm in regular Tommy fashion but the addrenlien from the fight was not helping matters. “I not like that-”

“BUT IT IS!” You shout, shoving him hard on the chest. “WHERE WERE YOU LAST YEAR!” Another shove, Tommy’s composure slipping from him by the second. “WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS BEING RAPED!” Another shove, harder this time and making Tommy stumble back. “HE BRANDED ME! HE BEAT ME! AND YOU JUST WATCHED!”

Tommy’s own anger, the impulse control he had been carefully tucking away since the days of his youth was unleashed on Joel today, and he was not able to reel it back in time to stop himself from shoving you back. “SHE’S PREGNANT!”

When you walked back from the force of his push, you could hear Joel’s footsteps in the crunch of leaves below his feet and you held a hand up. This was between you and Tommy. “Are you fucking kidding me? How long did you wait to jump into be with her? A week? That night? Just because Joel said she’s your wife DOESN’T MEAN SHE-”

“IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!” He shouts back before stuttering on his words. “She- I-”

You laugh. “You what? You love her? YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!” Your fist flies to your chest, pounding on your heart as you scream.

Tommy whispers your name, but you turn to June standing helplessly on the sidelines; out of the corner of your eye you see Joel, ever-watching. You speak only to your friend, irrational betrayal flooding your system. She was a victim of this pyschological torture Joel created, but she had Tommy, your Tommy, and you felt… cheated on. Is this how Joel felt when he found out you had been with Tommy?

“You're having his baby?” You wait until she nods in confirmation, and whatever else her lips had started to spill were cut off by your own words. “He tell you he was going to raise Ellie? When we ran away, he swore to me he’d raise Ellie as his daughter and now he won’t even hold her!” The tears that had began pooling in your eyes spilled over, and your voice weakened. “He was going to be her father, he told me he loved me, but he- oh my god.” The ache in your heart at a new realization made you double over as it began to manifest in a full-body reaction.

“Honey, please, it’s not-”

“You are so FUCKING PATHTIC!” You scream at him. “You had me thinking I was special, the whole time I was here and that whole time you were fucking Maria!” The way June turned to him, it seemed she didn’t know about Maria yet. “You lived with her for months and when I came you left her without another thought-”

“You needed help!”

“And you were never going to come back to her! You have the will power, the commitment of a bug, Tommy! You just join wherever is convenient, whatever is the new, shiny thing and then you just DROP ME!”

A blanket of silence enveloped the four of you, and slowly the strength you had faded. You feel small, used, helpless…

Tommy at least looks remorseful; maybe he is more aware of his nature than you think. “Honey…” He spoke softly, eyes pleading with forgiveness while Joel and June watched all this unfold in a vacuum. “She’s having a baby, I can’t- I gotta man up for her, just as I did when you were pregnant.”

“Why did I have to become pregnant?” You don’t even recognize your own voice as it cracks under the pressure of today and the crushing postpartum depression. “Wasn’t I enough?”

Tommy didn’t respond, he simply stood there with that guilt stricken look that had seared into your mind when Joel had you bent over the table at the beginning of all this. He just watched as you clutched your stomach and cried, a horrific silence allowing your sobs to echo in the open field until Joel’s arms wrapped around you. You jump; everything you had said had been said to Tommy, but Joel had heard it all of course… would he punish you for these feelings? But his touch was gentle around you, ushering you around the house and sitting you on the front porch steps. Tender, Joel attempted to pull you onto his lap but you resided him.

Joel gave you space, and lots of time until your tears subsided enough before he spoke.

“I want you to be happy here, little one. I’m try’n, I’m trying so fucking hard to make this better. Tommy’s a cheat, but you're the only one that can make me happy, you understand that, don’t you?”

You nodded, believing him. Despite everything, Joel had tried. Joel was loyal to you in a way Tommy never had been. Joel’s hold on you was damn near obsessive.

“I’m try’n. I’m fuck’n try’n. I want us to be a family, you me and Dolly. I want her to have a happy mom. I know I ain’t… I ain’t been the best. I’ve…” Joel paused, and then with a breath he admitted his faults. “I’ve been cruel. I hurt you, and I don’t wanna be like that. What can I do? What’s it gonna take to make you happy? To make a good home for our daughter?”

You lift your head off his shoulders, the cool wind blowing on your wet face. “I don’t… I don’t know, Joel. I just feel… alone.” You begin to cry. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Joel it’s just…”

“You can tell me, little one. It’s okay. I won’t punish you.”

His eyes are deep and pleading, he wanted so much for you to be happy, didn’t he?

“I feel like I have no one! Zach is dead, Lorenzo is dead, almost everyone who was there for me is dead and now June and Tommy have each other and I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t feel like this because you are my husband but… I feel like Tommy betrayed me, I feel like I have no one!”

Joel waited, allowing you to speak and showed no signs of anger at your words. “You have me”

“Joel…”

He kisses your forehead. “I’m here for you, to protect you, to provide for you and Dolly. I’ll do whatever you want, anything. We can leave, we can go somewhere else, start over, whatever you need, whatever it takes for our family.”

Joel was offering to start over, start a new life… is that what you wanted?

“Can I… Can I go on a walk? Think about it?”

Joel nodded briskly, helping you stand and giving you his flannel for warmth. You knew Joel would have one of his men trailing you but for the most part you took the time to be alone. No baby, no Joel, no June, no Tommy. Just you.

What did you need to be happy? Leaving Joel wasn’t an option… you had to make the best of what you had. Joel was right. Ellie deserved a happy home. Ellie deserved a happy family, including her aunt and uncle and little cousin. But Ellie also deserved safety. She deserved a sense of normalcy in her childhood. How do you provide that?

You sit at the edge of a field, the single grave that held the bodies of Zach, Lorenzo, Jack and Maura was decorated with one headstone. Joel had done this for you as an act of mercy.

“I don’t know what to do.” You sob as you sit down on the grass. “I need help.” You pray for guidance, for some voice of your family to help you. Joel was giving you freedom, choices… you needed to take advantage of that.

It wasn’t until you felt your breasts swelling, telling you it was time to feed your daughter that you walked back up to the house. A golden shadow had been cast by the setting sun, breeze playing in the golden field Joel had been working on harvesting. As you came up over the small hill, you see him there on the tractor he had fixed up with Ellie on his lap. She was laughing… her first laugh.

You fight the urge to run over, just watching your husband play with your daughter, a happy, healthy little baby despite it all. Joel was right; she was strong.

Joel turns to you when your dress rustles in the fields of gold, grinning wildly as he proudly announces- “She can laugh now!”

You return his smile with the same pride. “She’s such a good baby…” And she was. She really was.

He continued tickling Ellie for a little just to hear that laugh a little longer before looking back to you more seriously. He still looked happy; he always looked happy around her, but there was still that worry in his eyes. “Did you have a good walk?” Joel asked sincerely.

“I did.” You move to sit on the tractor with him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I want to do this with you, Joel. I want our family, but there’s gotta be changes.”

Joel nodded vigorously, eager to do what it took to keep you. He always looked so young in these moments. “What is it, baby? I do anything.”

With a deep breath, the crisp air filled your lungs, and you exhaled your conditions. “First, I am free to go wherever and whenever I like, so is June, so is Tommy as long as you don’t leave leave.”

Readily, he agreed.

You lift your head up off his warmth to allow yourself to look him in the eye. This was the most important. “Second, you cannot hurt our family. I don’t care what June says to you, you can’t hurt her, Tommy, me-”

“I wouldn’t hurt you-”

“YOU HUNG ME THREE MONTHS AGO!”

That shut Joel up, and he gave a little nod. “Okay. I’ll stop.”

“Joel, this is the most important part-”

“I wouldn’t hurt Dolly”

“I’m not saying you would. But you can’t threaten or imply you will to manipulate me, and I need you to understand” You lean in close “I’m aware I can’t kill you. I’m aware you are stronger than me, but I swear to god, you harm my daughter and I will die defending her.”

To your surprise, Joel smiled. “That’s why I love you.”

And to your surprise, you smiled back. “Third. She will not grow up in a house full of strange men. Unacceptable. Considering that half of them were willing to rape me when I was barely out of my teens, that is asking for a problem.” Lorenzo had brought this up to you months ago, and it had been on your mind. Lorenzo died trying to protect you and Ellie, his input would not be in vain.

He seemed to consider this point. “I agree.”

“She needs a stable environment. June and Tommy” You take in a deep breath, still dealing with the mind fuck that the man you had loved was having a child with your best friend. “They’ll be having her cousin, and I know some of the men have children and wives… I want… something else. A community.”

His face falters just a bit but not in anger or disappointment, more frustration with himself. “We can’t go to Jackson… Marie won’t-”

“Not that” You shake your head. “Can we maybe… build houses around this one?”

Joel considers for a while. “There’s a town bout 30 miles north that was abandoned… had a small population pre outbreak, maybe 500 or someth’n. What if we moved there? Started a little town?”

You light up at that. “I would love that!”

“Gonna take a lot of work, little one. Organizing it all. I can’t take on all that, I still gotta do what I do…”

“I’ll take it on! I’ll set up everything, get a school going, a clinic, start farming, everything!” You were elated, bouncing in the seat as you thought of all you wanted to do. You’d talk to the women, learn their skills and abilities, their needs… Most importantly, provide for Ellie and the other children, including your incoming niece or nephew.

“I bet you will, little one.” Joel smiled fondly at you. “Gonna do so go. Is that it? Is that everything?”

You deflate just a bit…there was one more thing you wanted… but you weren’t sure he’d give it to you.

“There is… one more thing.”

“Anything, pequena, anything.”

You give him your softest, widest eye’d ‘please Joel’ look and ask. “I want her to be called Ellie.”

Joel hesitated. “Sweetheart, really? Is it that important to you?”

You nod. “It is, Joel.”

You watch as he purses his lips, moving his mouth in thought before he nodded. “Okay. Ellie.” Joel looked down at Ellie who had begun to fuss, climbing off the tractor and holding his hand to help you. It was time to feed her and put her down for a nap, then begin the evening routine. “Our Ellie June.”

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I THIIIIIIIINK 2 chapters left?

How do we feel about Tommy? I mean, it's good he's finally stepping up but little one had a point. Wasnt she enough? This is a lesson y'all. If he wanted to, he would.

How do we feel about June? Personally, I think she'd doing what she can under her circumstances.

And Joel... suddenly so soft again.....

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redditreceipts · 6 months

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i hope that whatever you write on here makes your life easier in some way. i don't know how, i just hope it does some good to someone somewhere. a lot of people are struggling right now, a lot of people are angry, and i know you're trying your best to make the world a better, safer place

it's strange how much kinship i feel with GCs on here. you're all screaming for safety, support for the next generation, an end to the oppression, an end to the patriarchy

we might be fighting on opposite sides- we've probably both seen some very different, very hard things. we've both a lot to the ways we have to live. i wish we could get along. i wish it didn't have to be this way

i won't argue that i'm a man despite my biology- not here anyway, there's no point, it won't achieve anything- but i hope you can find more friends like me and understand us better. we're not liars. we don't want to cause danger. i would beg you to listen to us but i understand that you can't.

i understand that you only hate trans women because a lot of men are total pieces of shit and don't care about anyone else. there's no point telling you that most trans women aren't bad. they're not good either. people just do what they do, both good and bad. nobody's perfect, and there are bad people in every area of society. Not all women are good. Goodness and womanhood are two different things.

i hope that your life gets better, and that your world gets bigger, and friendlier, and easier to be in.

-a trans brother

Hey :) thanks for the kind words, but don't you see how you sound kinda like one of these performatively compassionate preachers talking to atheists? something like "hey. I know that you've had it hard. Now it's difficult for you to let Jesus into your heart. You've turned your back to God because people have hurt you. I understand that. But some day, I hope, you will return to Him, because He has nothing but love for you."

And I also don't know where you get the notion that I don't have any trans friends or that I don't know trans people. I interact with trans people about four times a week. Half of the women I've dated have identified as something other than women. I also use preferred pronouns, as long as the person in question is not a total piece of shit.

It would actually kinda funny if we knew each other in real life, and you think that I'm some kind of super progressive person lmao.

And also, why do you think that saying that manhood or womanhood isn't determined by some nebulous non-falsifiable spiritual bullshit means that I hate trans women? Or that I think that all trans women are bad? Or that all biological females are good? I've literally never said that I think that all trans women are bad people. I just say that they are not women.

I also don't know where you get the notion that I think that trans people are lying. I actually think that the majority of trans-identified people actually believe that they are literally the opposite sex, just as the majority of catholics believe that they are literally recieving the body and the blood of Christ in their sermons. The only problem arises when people start to push their beliefs onto others. Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs, but nobody is entitled to affirmation from the world around them.

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pinkandpurple360 · 3 months

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I kind of wish they did more with Ozzie as a character being right now I feel he's nothing more but 'Fizz's perfect boyfriend' and that's it which is a shame because it feels like that's a waste being you know, he's one of the Deadly Sins.

Look, I love the fact Ozzie is a softie and has good traits such as being pro consent and all that's great it gives him a bit of depth outside of just the sin he embodies and makes him more of a person I like that, but I hate how Viv has written him season two onward.

He isn't perfect obviously, we see some overprotectiveness from him in regard to Fizz and there's a huge risk of both being too codependent with each other but also him being completely portrayed as 'good'? Like, he's a Sin? Like it or not, he likely embodies some of the worst traits of lust. Granted he does have a moral standing and that's fine I wouldn't trade that for anything but there's a lack of nuance or anything interesting you can do with his character it's like...what's the point of having him be a Sin to begin with?

Same thing with Bee and Mammon. They just feel like they were/are wasted and could have had potential to be interesting and nuanced characters in their own right. Also, a lot of traits of Lust, Greed and Gluttony overlap with each other. I'm not saying all three of them should be besties or anything, but you'd think they'd find common ground (me and my friend dub them The Trio. I mean helluva!Bee and Ozzie are canon besties). Oz could still not be a fan of how Fizz is treated by Mammon and will set his foot down when needed but idk I'd think it'd be fun if the two had a more complicated relationship than just down right hating each other.

I thought what he was going to be was somebody who changed his ways, had a lot of villainous ways he used against all, but fizz. That his past issues with rage are something he worked on. Making him a perfect man who even gives Fizz his limbs is a bit much. I like his softie traits too but..only if it’s something new for him yknow? As for the sins, there seems to be this overarching theme that rich people are kinder and more altruistic than poor people, who are cruel, selfish, bigoted, inherently bad, which is why they’re poor and lower class. It’s gross. Mammon is probably the poorest sin, which is why he’s money hungry. I also like the idea of Bee being a callous addict who has some kindness but it’s swamped by her need to feed off of energy. Ozzie and Bee need to be kind and approachable to get people to feel lustful and to indulge. Mammon doesn’t.

To be honest I don’t think his protectiveness and clinginess is even portrayed as bad. Him and Stolas are perfect while fizz and blitzo are flawed, with their biggest flaws being that they don’t do what stolas and Asmodeus want of them. After Oops and Mammons Fizz will probably never question, disobey, talk over, or argue with Oz ever again, he’ll make all the decisions. Because he’s never wrong. And that’s just weird. Let Ozzie be wrong about something.

Viv constantly writes it so that Ozzie is 100% in the right and Fizz just needs to I guess, stop fighting back, and submit himself completely to him and everything he recommends. It’s really not a partnership. I’m really not vibing with him leaving his entire job for Ozzie. Not for himself. He endured abuse and worked for Asmodeus it seems like the stuff about the fans and trying to prove himself, wasn’t even true. Giving up your career to get married is something women are pressured to do not usually men, and Viv sees Fizz as “the woman” in the gay relationship so it makes sense she promotes that, and even though honestly, he’s not that effeminate. Fizz as a housewife will go crazy, he can’t do housework even, they have maids for that, he doesn’t want to perform anymore and Ozzie doesn’t want him sexualising himself, they can’t bring children into that sex filled palace either, it’s completely inappropriate. It’s gonna be like Stella all over again.

So what’s left for him? I honestly have no idea. If he went back to the nightclub, none of the development of S2E7 would mean a thing. I thought it would be interesting to see him search for his family from his past but the fandom apparently doesn’t want him connecting to the other circus imps under any circumstances. One of my anons finds the idea extremely offensive because how dare he need or want anyone but Ozzie. He now feels so shelved.

Ozzie emasculates him. Sure, he likes pink, which masc men sometimes do, and he occasionally dresses in drag. In truth, he’s versatile and androgynous, not an effeminate, baby(yikes) Lust Queen? He may as well have “Ozzies” branded on his head if this keeps up.

The writers probably don’t know or even recognise it as codependency and they just think it’s cute. The moment where Fizz says “it’s great not being in the spotlight for once” and this and his bicker with Asmodeus was implying that he wants some time independent from him. But then when he’s humbled he clings even harder to Asmodeus and never ever wants to leave his side for even a second, and never go outside again. Also, in the next episode it’s Ozzie who suggests he needs a break from the spotlight. Making it Ozzies idea instead of his own. I hate that. Disabled people should decide their own limits not their caretakers.

Now, this power dynamic and age gap is too weird for me to fully believe it’s entirely wholesome and pure. It kinda isn’t. It’s too controlling and self absorbed. The inserted in-canon fandom is also plain weird and cringey.

#Asmodeus #helluva boss critical

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eddywoww · 8 months

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I don’t think I love my dad.

I do love him, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t think he’s ever really been my dad. I think it’s taken me this long to realize it.

When I was a child, I looked up to my father for working so much. He provided a lot for my family, so it was hard to connect the dots. To realize that our relationship wasn’t picturesque the way other families were, to realize I didn’t see him the way other kids saw their dads.

My dads always been mean. Mostly to my mom. She hid it really well when we were growing up, not wanting us to see how he acted. He never hit her, never threw punches. But he’s always had words like barbedwire, he’s always known how to shout his way out of a fight.

When I was a kid, I dreaded family vacation. I both loved and hated Christmas break because my mom loves Christmas. She decorated so much, loved Santa. But my father would be off work and that meant he would be home all the time. When he was home too long, he’d grow restless. If he grew restless, he’d grow mean. Him and my brother would fight endlessly, yelling and shouting at each other while I spent my time with my hands pressed to my ears in my room.

Angry, angry men.

I grew so tired of angry men, poking at each other for no reason.

It felt like I grew up with an extra sibling. Someone who was sometimes kind, sometimes giving. I started to realize that the parts of my father that were giving were all my mother. My mothers conscience, my mothers kindness. My mother standing behind him and telling him what to do, what was right. It could be argued that my father is simply unaware of how he acts sometimes, that there’s a childish shine to who he is. But that means that I didn’t grow up with a father because he’s never felt like a father to me.

I wrote an essay about him once. Because it felt right. Because there was an instructor looking at me, telling me to write about my hero. And I was so mad at my mom at the time for a number of reasons, so I wrote about my father. I lied and lied on paper and the instructor cried when she read it, asked if she could use it as an example on her classes. My dad cried when he read it and I let it rot away at my insides, I let it eat me up. I wondered what was so wrong with me that I could lie so blatantly and have everyone believe me.

Despite our relationship, I think my mother deserved it more. We’re the same, her and I. We don’t talk about feelings, we don’t cry. We suck it up and put on a clear face for everyone else. I’m so very lucky to have a partner now who doesn’t require me to mask.

My mom never had that and she still loves my father. So why does it feel so difficult for me to love him? He’s getting worse every year. Meaner and more difficult and harder for anyone to be around. The cycle continues, on and on.

I don’t think I love my dad like you love a father. I know my mom has been a mother to me, no matter our differences. I know she’s hid us from the cycle of abuse, done her best over the years. Despite any issue I’ve ever had with her, I know she’s my mom.

It feels a lot like mourning, admitting it.

#tw abuse #essays on feelings

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applejacks1552 · 1 year

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A brief rant on Rogue and Gambit volume 2, now that we are past issue 2.

Exactly WHO is this book for?

I honestly don't know.

I don't get the angle this book is taking and why anyone would think THIS is what fans of Rogue, Gambit or both characters would want.

They are both coming off as complete and utter assholes.

Rogue is a cold, mean, emotionally abusive bossy workaholic with no empathy or sense of fun.

Gambit is a hapless, charmless incompetent drunk with apparently no regard for the safety of innocent lives now ... so that's new I guess along with being a drunk.

This writer gives us almost nothing playful or cute between them, only biting words and very few of them at that. No thought bubbles either. So very little actual story.

Where is any of the banter or flirting or charm that has characterized them for nearly 30 years? Where is any sense of fun or emotional depth?

Then suddenly they go from being completely cold to each other to completely hot ... and we basically totally skip the hot part? WHY?!? On what planet is THAT the part you smash cut out?! So yes, sex in the desert and then right back to arguing. That's how that works ... said no one who has ever had sex. (And for those whining, desert sex would be better than freezing cold cave sex actually. )

Otherwise there is one more tiny awkward moment of connection when they dance, only to interrupt it for the stupid hero misunderstanding fight with BP that frankly we are all VERY sick of. It's a tired trope. Please stop it. It's illogical. It's dumb. No.

Honestly I could not care less about this plot with the kidnapped mutants. Really kind of a copy off the volume 1 plot tbh, but far less interesting.

Then the worst crime ... having Gambit put an innocent woman in harms way for a diversion. Something he has never done before nor that I can buy. It was so badly out of character that it's just plain character assasination at this point. Just what his character needed, more abuse by another writer. And honestly, Rogue goes along with it despite complaining so she's truly being an asshole too. She's not off the hook.

This is a relationship story that needed a chisel to smooth over the Excalibur/KoX damage and instead they came at it with an pickaxe. There is no nuance. No subtlety.

I really don't get when writers take the "let's make everyone terrible" angle for a story as if that's what would bring any fan of any character that they love enjoyment or lure in new fans. Yes ... it's just SO great to pay nearly $5 just to experience your favorite characters being truly their worst selves? Thanks, I guess? But I surely could have found a hate-fic for free, you know. It burns all the more after sitting through several years of similarly unenjoyable writing just prior to this. The Krakoan era has sucked big time for Romy fans.

Even if you compare this mini to the short piece from X-Men that Duggan wrote that supposedly inspired this series, that Rogue and Gambit were in synch and charming and fun together. Cracking jokes. Rogue in sunglasses and bringing cake. Fighting side-by-side. Not making snide comments at each other.

And this isn't even some slightly juvenile but charming trashy fun in the way that X-Terminators was or one of those classic loveable losers type stories, where sure ... the characters are all pretty flawed but they still have true heart.

This Rogue and Gambit don't have that heart.

At this point I'm past mad. I'm just disappointed. Especially after the abysmal last few years for them.

Put this characterization up against how they are being written in Captain Marvel or X-Treme X-Men right now and it's just night and day. Those writers treat them both with so much respect and show them respecting each other.

Can the editors and writer not tell the difference between normal marital strife and dangerously toxic, emotionally abusive behavior?

Where is the beautiful emotional intelligence of R&G volume 1 or MMX?

Also ... THREE "mon cheri" usages?! Just no. NO. Stop that. WHY?!?!

I have been reading these characters for decades and this was just ... 🤦‍♀️

It has to get better. It literally cannot get much worse.

#gambit #romy #remy lebeau #rogue #marvel #anna marie lebeau #gambit x rogue #xmen #rogue x gambit #x men comics #comics

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ariendiel · 10 months

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I have an agenda. Levi x Mason enemies-to-lovers

Ohhhhh, I love it when you have an agenda as I just know something good will come from it 👀

Levi x Mason Relationship (EtL) headcanons

Okay, but they'd initially become enemies over MC right? Both of them being into her, chasing her etc. It's just too good to not utilise Cherry gate and the other S1 drama for this.

But they're more focused on each other than MC, which of course they don't realise. Everyone else are totally watching them argue in the gym while being shirtless and sweaty all 👀🍿 though (especially Talia and Tim, Jake and Rohan are busy with their own thing).

They're the perfect example of the "two bros chillin' in a hot tub 5 feet apart cause they're not gay" meme, because they spend all their time together even when they 'hate' each other and totally aren't just dealing with heaps of sexual tension through anger and denial.

In this headcanon, MC gets with Jake or Talia, and they're both left looking at each other all "what now" and finally start opening up to each other.

I love to imagine them realising how much they have in common, and how much they've actually bonded without realising it. Maybe they share a hug that goes on just a bit longer than it should? Maybe there's prolonged eye contact? Hands almost touching? I want this to be a ✨slow burn✨

Denial, denial, denial until the end of the show. Maybe they get drunk once it's all over, maybe they have a last fight that ends in the most passionate kiss? I'm not sure, but with these two I think it'd be strong passion and a sense of despair over it, because who doesn't love seeing two macho men giving in to their feelings of love?

Friendships and relationships headcanons masterpost

#litg #litg s1 #love island the game #litg mason #litg levi #ask

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mybelovedwoo · 2 years

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in which you have a sleepover at the dorm

~ wooyoung x f!reader

~ fluff, established relationship / wc: 1k

~ warnings: arguing, mention of food

~ note: This one has a little reference to this story. I'm still trying to upload a story once a week, but from now on it might not work out, because I have a lot of school work for Uni, so I can't promise anything. Please be patient with me:)

You couldn't be more excited when your boyfriend asked you if you want to have a sleepover at their dorm tonight. Of course, you said yes, you loved spending time with him more than anything, and also you loved being in their dorm, spending time with the boys. It was really comforting to you that there is never a quiet moment there, and you never felt alone or left out.

But don't forget that after all, it is an all-boy dorm with 8 not-so-grown men, so you always have to prepare yourself in advance to be able to handle all of them.

Wooyoung wanted you to sleep over because it's that time of the year again when you barely see each other. He works all day, every day, and for you started again, and your professors don't spare you with all those homework and assignments. So it's convenient if you rather spend the night together if you don't have any time during the day. And it's just a bonus that you got seven other friends hanging around with you.

So here you are sitting in their living room on their couch, trying to process what's happening. Half an hour ago Hongjoong asked a simple question, what should we eat for dinner, and here we are Mingi and Wooyoung almost physically fighting over food. Some members agree with Wooyoung and some with Mingi.

You've been thinking about saying something for the past ten minutes, but you rather stay quiet just like Yeosang, he is just so unbothered, you wish you were just like him.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!! We should order pizza because everyone likes it. Why is it so hard to think about others too?" Wooyoung shouted at Hongjoong, who tried to protect Mingi, whose point was to order some Korean meal, that you never tried before. You know it's just a silly misunderstanding, but both of them are really stubborn, so you decided to finally say something.

"I don't mind trying something new, I already love the meals you cook for me." Now everybody's eyes were on you. Your boyfriend's was a bit disappointed, he thought you were gonna be with him in this argument, but he knew all he wanted was for you to be good.

"Then it's decided" said San, who was already about to order, because everyone was super hungry.

"Now that we have a result, you should make up" Seonghwa told them. And they did, it wasn't a big of a deal for them, just a little argument, it happens almost every day. But your boyfriend is still pouty when the food arrives.

After everyone finished eating Seonghwa was the first one to leave the table, so he can start to clean up, you immediately went after him to help, you hated to admit it, but you kinda enjoyed cleaning.

When you left Jongho took the opportunity to tell Wooyoung what he wanted to say, but he doesn't want it in front of you, so you don't get uncomfortable.

"I want to remind you that you share a bedroom with two other people, so please behave yourself for the night." It was more of a warning that a reminder. Jongho, Yeosang, and Wooyoung shared a room at the dorm, that's the main reason you rather sleep at your place than his.

Wooyoung's face got flushed and all he said was " seriously", he turned around to make sure you couldn't hear it.

All Seonghwa and you could hear is them laughing really loud. You just had a serious conversation about star wars because you knew he loves it just as much as you, so of course, you bring it up every time you could. It's a regular topic between you, besides you both love girl groups, that's the other one, every time one of you learns a new dance you show the other. That's the special bond between you.

After everything was cleaned up, you found Yunho and San on the couch playing with some video game. You quickly sat down next to them and watched them play, you enjoyed watching them play. Your popped up and sat next to you. He seemed really annoyed by you enjoying watching the boys play.

"Why do you annoy me every time I play and enjoy them playing?" he crossed his arms in front of himself and pouted. He truly looked like a little kid, who can't get a toy at the store.

"Because I enjoy annoying you more" I told him giving a little peck on his pouty lips. It seems like he liked your answer, he knows it very well this annoying comes with love because this is exactly what he does every time.

Most of the boys already went to bed, and you were getting ready for bed too. So you are washing up in the bathroom when your boyfriend is knocking on the door. You told him quietly to come in, you didn't want to wake up anybody.

"You left your hairband in the room" as soon as you took a look at him you smiled slightly. He put your fluffy hairband on. It looked adorable on him with his little button-up pajamas. "Thought you don't want your hair to get wet."

"Thank you, but I'm already finished" you told him honestly.

"Then can I use it? I think it suits me very well, I should get one too, don't you think?" he would never admit it, but he loved matching with you. Once he purposely bought matching outfits for you for Christmas, but the boys teased him for how whipped he is for you for weeks, so he learned his lessons every since.

"You can keep it, I have another one at home" I didn't see him this happy in a long time, seriously such a child, I love him so much.

He didn't want to take it off even for the night, so he slept with it on. You told him that it was going to be uncomfortable, but he refused to listen to you as per usual. But when you woke up it was nowhere to be found, he somehow managed to take it off while sleeping and you never find it again.

You noticed it during your usual morning cuddle session, so it was shorter than ever for Jongho and Yeosang's pleasure, they woke up because Wooyoung cannot whisper for god sake and they woke up to your lovey-dovey scene that they hated.

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gerec · 1 year

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Hi! Do you have any recs for fics where Charles and Erik have (or initially had) a dysfunctional/toxic relationship?

Hi Anon! Sorry for the delay getting back to you; here's a list of my favorite fics with Cherik in a dysfunctional/toxic relationship. Hope you enjoy (and mind the tags)!!!

Missed Connections by thatoldbroad

On a subway ride, a random stranger catches Charles's attention and from there his obsession begins.

Rampage by wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)

When police uncover evidence that notorious serial killer Magneto is obsessed with Professor Charles Xavier, they immediately move to put him into Witness Security. Only Xavier refuses. The police come up with trumped up charges to arrest him and thus keep him safe until they can apprehend the killer. Erik is not happy that the police have chosen to drag Charles into this and are now trying to keep him from him, and shows his displeasure the best way he knows how -- an increased body count.

Dysfunction Junction by PippinPips

It isn't that Charles hates Erik, it's more that he hates him as much as he loves him. The feeling is completely mutual, but it's to the point where this is all routine.

One pulls away and then they rebound back together.

The Bell's Toll by MonstrousRegiment

XMFC/Nikkita crossover for a prompt in the Kinkmeme.

A sort of fusion between the two series, with a healthy (or not) dose of my own imagination. Charles Xavier goes to prison, and is recruited by a spy/assassin division of the government. Dismal a beginning as this might look, it unbelievably goes downhill. Erik, the necessary stoic ex-military man, gets sidled with him. Not a single person is amused.

Playing With Fire by professor

Charles is a detective determined to catch a serial killer.

If the serial killer doesn't catch him first.

And So It Is by firstlightofeos

If you believe in love at first sight, look a little closer.

A story about chance meetings, instant connections, and casual betrayals between four strangers who have one thing in common: each other.

[An X-Men: First Class Closer AU.]

I'm a bullet by Isolee

Since mother - since the house - since Cain - he's adapted. He can do anything. Now he wants something, and he suspects he might even deserve it. That, and the sight of a wedding ring on Lehnsherr’s left hand lands like a hit of something expensive in his blood stream.

Deep Cover by Subtilior

Omegas in heat? The perfect whores. Sebastian Shaw? The bastard who kidnaps them for his Hellfire Club. Erik Lehnsherr? A hard-boiled detective who's been on the Hellfire case for months. The catastrophe that unfolds when he goes in on retrieval and finds Charles Xavier still writhing in a Hellfire bed? .... Deep Cover.

but everything looks better when the sun goes down by Coshledak

It's become some unwritten rule that, if they should argue, Charles retreating to bed for the night is as figuratively a closed door as it is literally. The argument is over, at least until morning, and that's it. Erik doesn't know, precisely, how it was that this rule popped up, but he's been dealing with it for months.

Up until now, it's never really bothered him, though, at least not to this extent. He's been fairly good at convincing himself that he needs the same space that Charles does when they fight, that he's perfectly fine moving to the second bedroom in the suite. Eventually, though, that excuse was bound to dissipate into nothing, and apparently today is that day.

What Took Place in the Palace of the Snow Queen, and What Happened Afterward by cm (mumblemutter)

He was quite blue, yes nearly black with cold; but he did not observe it, for she had kissed away all feeling of cold from his body, and his heart was a lump of ice.

Make a list of everything that's ever been on fire by cm (mumblemutter)

We're brothers, you and I. We want the same thing.

fool me once, fool me twice by musical_emjay

Charles Xavier is sixteen years old the day his mother dies, leaving him parentless, temporarily penniless, and at the mercy of an inexplicable will. Shortly thereafter, his life takes a very drastic, entirely unexpected turn.

Sent to live with his estranged father -- a man named Erik Lehnsherr whom he's never met, and knows next to nothing about -- Charles soon finds himself completely out of his depth. What follows is a bitter, obsessive, destructive battle of wills that sends both Charles and Erik sliding dangerously into something neither of them are prepared for, and may not be able to stop.

As to whether they want to, that's another matter entirely.

#gerec rambles #cherik #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #dysfunctional relationship #toxic relationship

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