#like don’t get me wrong he’s still very much a pos and you can see it even before his descent
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I cannot be the only one who genuinely thought Snow was more sympathetic in the actual book?
#like don’t get me wrong he’s still very much a pos and you can see it even before his descent#but in many scenes he’s also just a boy. he’s ambitious cunning and often shitty (his view on the districts and plinths)#but also he loves wants to be good (even tho his vision of it is skewed) and can be very genuine#he’s also an unreliable narrator I feel even about himself#he’ll say something like ‘i’m only doing this for my own benefit’ but it won’t always be the case#but that doesn’t change the fact that in the end he choose power and control over all else slowly killing all parts of him that were good#in order to further his goals#he continuously chooses himself#idk i’m not doing a great job explaining I’ll probably need to reread the book#but yeaj#coriolanus snow
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Connubium.|| Coriolanus Snow x Black Fem Reader Chapter Nine
table of contents.
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Seven.
Chapter Eight.
Summary: Stealing from The Capitol is a deadly offense, yet you’ve done it more times than you can count but when you do something you should not have done, Volumnia Gaul decides a fate for you that might just be worse than death.
Notes: This takes place post The Ballad of Songbirds And Snakes and Coryo is in his last year at The University, studying under Dr. Gaul. This will not follow canon, I’m not an expert on all the lore so I apologize if I get things wrong.
Disclaimer: You know Coriolanus is a POS, I know Coriolanus is a POS, please don’t yell at me because this is just a fun little story, something for thee hotties, and if you feel that strongly against President Snow, please let me know if you’d like me to sign you up for tessarae.
18+ only
trigger warnings for blood, vomit, injuries.
We are finally at the end, wow, this has been so much fun. I'm still a little unsure about this ending but I just want to say thank you for reading over these past few months, thank you so much.
“And we’re back with our President and First Lady to be! It’s so good to see you both smiling after such a tragic time.” Lucky Flickerman beamed into the camera.
“Thank you for having us Lucky and thank you to everyone watching at home.” You said with a soft smile, taking Coriolanus’ hand in yours. In return, Coriolanus lightly kissed your knuckles and the studio audience cooed in response.
“Let's get down to why we are all here, shall we? It’s been three long and sad months since that fateful day and what a day it was. I should know, I was there and vomited all over my favorite suit!”
“It really was a great suit, Lucky.” Coriolanus chimed in, earning a laugh from the audience.
“Tell us, Coriolanus, what was it like in those moments? We’ve all seen the footage of you cradling your beautiful wife, the danger, the drama! In your own words, tell us and everyone watching at home, about your wedding day.”
With a last look at you, Coriolanus Snow, husband, murder, and President-elect of Panem, opened his mouth and began to speak.
The night before his wedding, Coriolanus Snow was not in search of a final fling before an eternity of matrimonial bliss nor was he drinking himself into a stupor to bid his old life behind.
When he kissed you goodbye after your long important walk and talk, he watched you get into the waiting car, shut the blinds and got to work. Crassus Snow’s record player crackled to life and with a sonata filling the apartment, Coriolanus surveyed the upwards of hundreds of champagne bottles on the dining room table.
He had not lied, if you asked him to burn down Panem, he would fetch a match yet after tomorrow, that would not be necessary.
For you, he would poison his wedding guests and murder President Ravinstill.
And for him, but that's besides the point.
As night turned to dawn, Coriolanus packed the champagne, the scent of apples and rosewater hiding the danger beneath. His guests would get something of his own collection, sweet and light, just enough to make them vomit and collapse, enough chaos to distract from the main attraction.
For President Ravinstill, he would not stray from tradition.
Nightlock.
Not just nightlock berries ground with a mortar and pestle, that was lazy, noticeable. Every little piece of the berry was used, sprinkled in with champagne already designated for the soon to be former president.
He watched, oh how he watched Ravinstill, take flute after flute upon his arrival.
Yet at the very end, the person whom Coriolanus wanted at his side to witness the end of an era was currently unconscious on the floor beneath him.
Coriolanus Snow, with all his careful planning and plotting, had lost.
It had been two minutes since you had stopped talking, one minute since you stopped breathing and ten seconds since Coryo had tried another dose of the antidote. Coriolanus looked to the purpling corpse of Ravinstill, face frozen in death, and refused to let him win.
There was no Panem with you.
“ Not yet, Mrs. Snow.”
“Coryo!”
A small gasp and the click clack of heels brought Coriolanus out his head and back to you as Tigris came running into the room. He had made sure Tigris was away from the venue before the champagne was served by simple timing but now he was glad to have her here by his side.
“Coryo, Coriolanus? Is she-
He did not, could not, answer that.
Coriolanus brushed tears back and gave you another rescue breath, watching your chest rise and fall with his help only to remain just as still. He checked for a pulse again, felt that weak irregular beat beneath his fingertips starting to slow.
Please don’t go, he whispered.
“Coryo, I can hear sirens, we have to get her outside.” Tigris urged, voice thick with tears and Coriolanus was vaguely aware of himself pressing his lips to your forehead before gently picking you up. It all became real in that moment and Coriolanus began to run.
The sight in front of him was more horrific than he had imagined to be with his wedding guests in various states of consciousness and the pungent aroma of vomit and blood wafting through the venue. Peacekeepers and medics were beginning to swarm the area and with you in his arms, Coriolanus remembered there was still a part of his work that needed to be executed.
“Help, somebody help! There’s something wrong with my wife, I don’t know what’s happening but President Ravinstill, he’s back there, he’s collapsed! I tried to help him but-” Coriolanus broke off, false tears in his eyes as he shook his head at the listening medic. The medic nodded at two other medics and peacekeepers who ran towards where Tigris was pointing.
Coriolanus reluctantly let the medics take you before following them into the ambulance himself without a word, barely hearing Tigris’ promise to meet him at the hospital. Alarms and instructions between medics faded away as he squeezed your hand.
Please don’t go.
At some point, a shrill monotone sound invaded Coryo’s ears and it was then and only then that he let himself splinter. There was more noise and action around your body and unable to hold your hand, Coriolanus curled in himself, hands in his hair, caught between suffocating fear and such incredible rage.
The ambulance came to a stop at Capitol Hospital and all Coriolanus could do was watch a nurse climb onto the gurney take over compressions and let that same gurney carrying Panem’s possibly dead next first lady pass him and race inside.
Only then when standing alone did Coryo care to notice that the inside of his mouth was stinging, letting his tongue pass over the beginnings of a bloody sore. Every time he had breathed for you, what remained of the poison on your lips traveled to his own.
The taste of blood in his mouth was nothing new to Coriolanus.
There would be no Panem without you, all would crumble and perish before him, there would be no capitol, no games, just the end of all.
Coriolanus Snow had made up his mind: should you pass this day, Panem would know the dark days once more.
“I’ve never been more afraid in my life, Lucky. If I could go back and save our dear President Ravinstill too, I would have done more, I should have done more, there was just so much happening. I couldn’t lose my wife, without her I would lose myself.” Coriolanus broke off, a small sob escaping him and the audience was more than happy to lick up his grief.
With a soft kiss on his cheek, you guided his hand from your thigh to your stomach with a smile.
Lucky loudly blew into a hanky before gasping when he saw Coriolanus’ hand on your stomach.
“Mrs. Snow, is there something you’d like to share with us?”
“Because of Coriolanus, the extraordinary medical team at Capitol Hospital, and the support of Panem, I’m still here and I’m so happy to announce I’m pregnant.”
The audience roared and it was then you knew the girl from District 6 had all of Panem in the palm of your hand.
But there were games left to play.
FIVE MONTHS LATER
“Ma, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand.” You urged, your hand wrapped around hers, tears in your eyes.
A few long seconds later, your mother weakly squeezed your hand, the same as your Pa the day before.
You were taking it slow but the doctors promised they would fully wake any day now and pre- inauguration press and third trimester be damned, you would be at their side the moment they opened their eyes.
You kissed your mother on her forehead, promising to come back tomorrow.
But now, you had a very special appointment.
“Little thief, you’re glowing! How can I be of service?” Dr. Gaul looked up from her research with that all too familiar venomous smile.
“I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done in aiding my parents’ recovery. The doctors say they will wake up any day now.” You said, taking the seat she offered.
“How wonderful! It’s good to hear my favorite lab rats are on the mend. Hopefully seeing their daughter pregnant and married won’t send them right back into a coma.”
You gave a hollow laugh but sat up in your chair.
“ They’ll be happy to know I’m still alive. I almost wasn’t, as you well know. It took the doctors so long to treat me, they couldn’t figure out why I was so much sicker than everyone else. So many tests were run and even now they still don’t know.”
“Have you asked Mr. Snow? He’s always had such an insight into poison.” Dr. Gaul remarked pointedly.
It was no secret that Coriolanus was involved in Ravinstill’s death but thanks to your dramatic yet romantic near death experience being caught on camera, Panem did not care.
“ I would but he’s been so busy touring the districts, preparing for the inauguration. Speaking of, there’s something I need to tell you, actually it’s easier if I show you.”
One of your security detail came forward and turned on Gaul’s television.
Lucky Flickerman came on to the screen excitedly, a breaking news banner beneath him and to his right sat Coriolanus.
“ Mr. President, I’ll cut to the chase, my producers have told me you have something to share with the fine people of Panem? ” Lucky asked, bouncing on the edge of his chair. Coriolanus smiled into the camera, hands folded on his lap.
“To honor the tragic death of former President Ravinstill and to celebrate the upcoming arrival of our daughter, the First Lady and myself would like to announce the suspension of The Hunger Games this year.”
Last night, you had asked Coriolanus if would rather be feared than loved.
This was his answer.
You couldn’t hear the TV due to the rather dramatic shrieking of Volumnia Gaul.
As if on cue, peacekeepers entered Dr. Gaul’s lab began to take it apart, boxing up research, emptying cabinets and Dr. Gaul herself stood in front of you, laughing.
“I underestimated you, little thief. Will you kill me now or televise it?” She asked, head held high as two peacekeepers appeared on either side of her.
You stood up from your chair slowly to face the now former Head Gamemaker.
“I don’t need to kill you. You tortured and poisoned my parents and through your puppet Ravinstill tried to kill me, death is an afternoon treat for you. I want you to witness the future of Panem, witness them forget your creations the more time passes, and one day, when someone asks what The Hunger Games were for, the answer will be simple: nothing. From now until the day you die you will remember me not as a hostage or the wife of a President, but as the little thief who stole your greatest treasure, your legacy.”
Your time with Dr. Gaul ended in the place where it all began.
If only she had chosen a girl of fine capitol breeding.
EPILOGUE
One week after the presidential inauguration of Coriolanus Snow, Rose Snow comes into the world screaming, Coriolanus holding your left hand and your mother holding your right.
Once upon a time, you had three rules.
Never be seen.
Never take what you could not carry.
Never intervene.
Now you only have one.
To live without fear, now and forever.
Thank you to everyone who has been waiting, I hope that this was worth the wait! Thank you all for reading and I’m so happy this is out now. If you would like to see a sequel to connubium, please interact and reblog this work!
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“Azriel may be boring as shit but at least he never went after someone who was actively treating Feyre like shit. At least the Archeron he’s going after is actually working to fix her relationship with Feyre. Cassian went for someone who was still treating his friend like dog shit and I just can’t respect that.” ALL OF THIS
i’m always hesitant to say this bc some ppl are super sensitive when it comes to cassian for some funny reason (all the other boys are able to be criticized but not him bc he can be funny?) but part of why i don’t like him as much as azriel is because of how he went for nesta too early on, it was super premature for him to come onto her so blatantly in front of everyone even when she was mortal and he’d literally just met her, knowing how feyre was treated etc…i adore cassian when i don’t look at his character too closely. as much as i prefer feyssian over feyzriel because of her and cassian having more sweet bestie moments than her and az do, whenever there’s a discussion i’ll always choose az first because of cassian and nesta. like anon said i can’t help but put myself in feyre’s shoes when i’m reading but i don’t like that he came onto nesta the way he did and how soon he did, and he had no shame about it in front of feyre and the rest.
i know some people are super chill or they have sisters or family members that cross these lines all the time, like your friend flirting with your sister, but in my family or friend groups we don’t do that especially if a sister is really mean to me, why would i approve of my friend going for her so blatantly in front of me? it’s not so much a harsh or possessive petty thing but just basic morale? cassian imo doesn’t get enough flack for how he came onto nesta so soon. it’s true too that at least az didn’t show any signs of having a crush until acowar and acofas, i prefer someone humbly and respectfully handling a crush on my sister than how in your face cassian was about it with nesta in only book two. idk sometimes it feels like his dick thinks for him and even acosf proved that.
i prefer acowar cassian! but i also skip the pages whenever he’s acting out over nesta or they’re both being angst ridden for one another, i just can’t take it seriously bc he was obv thinking with his dick or mating bond and she was still treating everyone like they were less than her despite her being a pos who has never done anything.
idk 😮💨 like i said it’s so easy to love cass as a character when you don’t look at his dynamic with nesta from feyre’s shoes in book two. i imagine mainly feyre stan’s struggle with him due to his attachment to nesta so early on. that bonus chapter anon mentioned where cassian put his body up against nesta’s asking whether she was a virgin or not? he’d only recently met her and was doing that, it being too soon aside, it was very inappropriate to do. even mor made it clear that he acts that way with women when they don’t want him and see’s it as “a challenge” just 10 reasons why az and rhysand will always come off as the most mature to me.
the other reasons i don’t favor him have to do with sjm having him refer to nesta as a queen in acosf, him always showing doubt with the ic’s decisions in acosf as if he’s not apart of the ic (why did he seem so against them in acosf at times? most of the time they were right too so it was just weird for sjm to do) saying nesta didn’t need to apologize to anyone supposedly (really sjm? 💀) having sex with nesta on a hike where she was supposed to own up to her wrongs and mature after she just told feyre she could die (inappropriate timing much..?) acting funny when rhysand felt the need to tell her to be nice to gwyn and emerie when he knows damn well rhysand isn’t at the house of wind like them to know nesta’s behavior had gotten better. how the hell would rhysand know that nesta’s not being mean to him when rhysand’s only ever seen her be rude af to everyone..? and then made it even worse when he petulantly wrapped his arm around nesta to make rhysand feel uncomfortable.
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Could you write one where bucky and steve leave their girl for someone else, or they tell the reader that they just want it to be the two of them again. And they break up with her but like a year later they see her being a badass and saving the world almost single-handedly, then she comes back to the compound and they want her back. You can decide if she gets back together with them🤷♀️ love you!!!!
(2) + 1 || Stucky
Warnings: 18+ only, angst, giant rats, blood, fighting, break up
WC: 2867
Fuck. You wanted to hate them so bad. You wanted to kick and scream at how unfair it was for them to break your heart. But it was impossible to hate them, Steve and Bucky were a couple long before you came along. You all knew the dynamics of the relationship would change by adding a third person but you really thought the menage a trois had worked. Obviously you thought wrong.
“Maybe we just rushed into this a little too fast,” Steve said, ever the diplomat. “We still love you, we just…need some time to ourselves, as a couple again.”
You fought against the tears that threatened to spill as you grabbed a suitcase from under the bed. You could feel the pity in their stares from the doorway as you shoved as much of your belongings into the bag and zipped it shut.
“You don’t have to leave tonight,” Bucky said as his lips turned down and he half moved to block the door. “The empty apartment down the hall won’t be ready until tomorrow.”
“Forget it,” you croaked with a broken voice. “I hope you two are happy. But I can’t stay here and-“
“Wait? You’re leaving the compound?” Steve asked as he stood up a little straighter, unfolding his arms to stop you.
“What did you expect, Steve?” you laughed humorlessly. “That we could still be teammates, have each other’s back like you didn’t just rip my heart out? You’re so fucking naive.”
He looked ready to argue or at least reprimand you for your language but Bucky placed his hand on Steve’s chest and warned him with a shake of his head. “She just needs some space.”
You stepped around them and out into the hall, praying everyone else was too wrapped up in their own business to stick their heads out into the hall. The silence was suffocating as you dragged your suitcase towards the elevator, a squeaky wheel the only sound.
You pressed the down arrow and waited as four blue eyes burned into your back until the bell rang and you turned. “Say goodbye to everyone for me.”
The doors closed before they could reach you and you gripped the suitcase handle tightly, expecting one of them to use their support strength to tear the doors open but you heard nothing. You exhaled a trembling breath when you reached the parking garage and threw your bag in the back of the Audi R8 Tony had given you when you moved in. The sports car pulled out of the garage with a trail of smoke from the lost traction and you flew down the highway as the tears finally fell.
You had no destination in mind.
One Year Later
“Send someone else, Val, please,” you begged, her nose winking with distaste at the nickname. “New York and I do not go well together.”
“New York or the hunky heartthrobs that sent you packing?”
You narrowed your eyes at her and placed a hand on your hip as your temper rose. “They did not send me packing. I left on my own.”
“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” she scoffed. “It still led you straight into my path and I so kindly gave you a very ruminative and rewarding job. So, if you want to keep it that way you will be on that jet in the next 30 seconds.”
She shoved her sunglasses back onto her face and strutted out of the hangar with the confidence of a runway model who knew she turned heads. Sometimes it felt like she was doing it just to snap necks.
“10 seconds!”
You cursed loud enough for her to hear before you sprinted to the high tech jet she had somehow procured. The ramp was already being raised but you closed the gap with a jump and made your way to an empty seat.
“So, what's happening in New York this time?”
The pilots looked at each other before hitting a few buttons, dropping a live feed to the screens in front of you. Screams of terror surrounded you as you watched the news footage, buildings crumbling as the ground seemed to swallow Lower Manhattan.
“Holy shit,” you gawked. “Looks like something a Kaiju would climb out of. Wait, this isn’t something alien related right? Val would have said something if it was, surely…”
“It's not alien. Someone broke into Pym Technologies and stole Pym Particles.” Val appeared in a holographic image beside you. “The blithering idiots hit a Tunnel Boring Machine and supersized it, along with some sewer rats apparently. You need to shut the machine down before it collapses the entire city.”
“How am I meant to do that?” You quirked an eyebrow. “I’m a fighter, I don’t know how to work that.”
“You just get into the TBM, Hammer will talk you through the instructions.”
She disappeared before you could ask anything else and you fell back into your seat with a huff.
“Approaching drop zone: 60 seconds.”
You unbuckled the belt and grabbed a parachute, clipping it into place as the pilots engaged the ramp and it began to open as you passed over Staten Island. You double checked the straps were snug as you shuffled down the ramp and looked over the lip. You had base jumped and sky dived as a part of your training before joining the Avengers but you never enjoyed the idea of having your life hanging in the balance of a backpack.
The red light above your head turned green as you reached the jump sight and you swallowed the healthy dose of fear down before leaping from the plane. Wind whipped your face as you pinned your hands to your sides so you would free fall faster, the crater in City Hall Park easy to spot from your eagle eye position. Tilting your body, you adjusted your heading and before checking your elevation and pulling the chute release.
You were jolted out of your fall as the chute opened wide and caught the air, your legs flapping down and the harness digging into your thighs uncomfortably. Gripping the steering toggles, you gently pulled them until you were gliding down Broadway and braking to land just outside the churned up grass of the park.
“Look, it's the Avengers!” an overeager teenager squealed as you saw the quinjet arriving down the street.
You rolled your eyes and shucked the harness off, darting into the park and taking in the situation as you ran.
“You might want to hurry up,” Val warned in your ear. “The bore is causing seismic shifts and the last thing we need is to trigger an earthquake.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m doing my best here,” you muttered, leaping down the steep slope.
“Do better.” The static cut off and you silently thanked whoever was listening that she left you alone or you might have ‘accidentally’ lost the earpiece.
Your eyes adjusted quickly as you descended deeper into the underground of New York, passing the broken tunnels that had collapsed over the train tracks, and finally reaching the deafening sound of the bore churning its way towards Soho.
“Ok, Justin, I’ve found it but I don’t see a door,” you said as you found the back end of the machine that was bigger than a jumbo jet. “What the fuck was that?”
You spun around as something huge moved in the dark and you whipped out the hilts strapped to your legs. You hit the blade release button and the long sword extended in time to swipe at the beast that appeared in front of you.
“We got a fucking Kaiju!” you shouted as you dove away from the huge teeth that appeared in front of you, driving your blade up into the belly of the beast and cringing as you were drenched in its blood. You were almost crushed by its weight as it died but you crawled out and felt your stomach churn at the sight. “Oh, that’s disgusting. It’s a fucking sewer rat. I’m gonna die of a rat disease - oh god, I don’t want the plague.”
“Y/N. Shut. Up.” Val sighed at your dramatics. “Stop the machine.”
You wiped the blood from your face and spat the bile out of your mouth before sprinting to the bore door Justin guided you to.
“I’m not sure if this is the right time to tell you but your ex-paramour’s are here,” Hammer whispered into the earpiece.
“Not the right time.”
“Ok, got it,” he said as he cleared his throat and read over the schematics of the machine. “The button to unlock the door is behind a latch on the right.”
You hit the green button that may have been the size of a quarter before it was enlarged to the size of your face and stepped through as soon as the door was wide enough. You felt like a child again as you looked at everything towering over you and you were getting exhausted from the running and climbing needed just to get over the doorstops.
“This is the section you need, there’s a control table on the left.”
You tipped your head back with a growl before backing up as far as you could and bracing to break out into a sprint.
“I really need a pay rise, Val,” you murmured before taking a deep breath and sprinting towards the table that was way too high for you to reach. Your fingers gripped at the edge of the table and you grunted with the effort to pull yourself up but you finally made it before shaking out your aching arms. “Now what?”
“You’re gonna have to play Dance, Dance, Revolution,” Justin joked flatly. “It’s a sequence of buttons to power down. Starting with three black buttons in the bottom left corner, flip the second and fourth metal switches along, then lift the plastic cover at the end of the table and push the red button.”
“Here goes nothing…” You shoved the black buttons down, having to use both hands to push them in before moving to the row of metal switches. “Two and four right?”
“Yup,” he popped the P with the irritating voice he was known for and you ground your teeth as you knocked them up from their position before jogging to the end of the table and using a spoon from someone's lunch to pry open the plastic cover.
“This goes against everything I have been taught. Why did it have to be a red button?”
“Just hit it,” Val ordered.
You closed your eyes and pressed it down, expecting exploding to begin blowing the place apart but instead the machine went quiet. You peeked an eye open to see it was still in one piece before opening the other with a small laugh, “Ha ha, I did it.”
“Good work, but there’s still one more problem to deal with,” Val chuckled. “Three of your friends escaped the tunnel and are on a rampage up Broadway.”
“You don’t mean…” you groaned as you heard her laugh. “Argh, I hate rats.”
“Uh, Steve, did that look like…” Bucky trailed off as he followed you with his eyes before you leapt into the crater and he turned to Steve to see him equally shocked.
“Yeah, that was.” Steve frowned before a bystander screamed about a train trapped in a collapsed tunnel. “Focus on freeing the people from the train first, we can find her after.”
“Do you think she will forgive us?” Bucky asked as his lips turned down, having spent a year missing you and regretting the choices they made. They had tried to find you but as an ex-agent, you knew how to stay hidden. They were only able to keep going because they still had each other, making them feel worse at the thought of you being on your own.
“I don’t know, Buck. We can only hope to get the chance to show her we have changed.” Steve patted him on the shoulder before nudging him and heading to the stairs that led to the subway.
They had just finished emptying the carriage and getting the trapped civilians to safety when they heard a chorus of screams from the street above. They knew you had been successful in stopping the machine that had been causing all the damage because it had gone silent only moments before. Steve and Bucky had shared a proud smile at the thought of their girl saving the day but it wavered as they remembered you weren’t their girl anymore.
“When it rains, it pours,” Steve murmured they raced up the stairs to see what disaster they were now facing.
You were beyond exhausted as you dodged the sharp teeth of yet another giant rat and you knew you would be facing them in your nightmares for the foreseeable future. You were so embroiled in killing the savage beasts that you didn’t notice Bucky and Steve rise from the subway and freeze.
You were barely recognisable as you swiped and parried away a sharp set of claws that attempted to take your head off, your combat suit slick with the blood of the two other combattants you had slain earlier. Bucky was already stepping forward to join you but Steve caught him with a shake of his head.
“She’s got this,” he stated, certain of his words.
You were fearless and fierce as you bared your teeth with a final attack, the sword handle in one grip and the other pressed to the pommel to reinforce your strength as you drove it through the open mouth trying to engulf you and spearing out the top of its head. You fell to an unceremonious heap as you struggled to regain your breath and spotted movement at your side. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was, you would recognise their shadows anywhere.
“Any ETA on that extraction?” you asked before cursing as you realised the small comms piece in your ear had fallen out at some point.
“Need a lift?” Steve offered as he squatted down to inspect the tear in your sleeve. “You might need stitches.”
“I’ll be honest, I’m more worried about rabies at this point.”
Bucky’s shoulders shook with a laugh and he was glad to see somethings hadn’t changed. You could change your hairstyle, get a new combat suit and team but you still had your sense of humour.
“Come on, doll, let us take you back to the compound and get you checked out,” he said, kneeling beside Steve and turning his azure eyes on you.
“That’s not fair,” you said as you tried to stand up but swayed from the exhaustion, a strong arm catching you around the waist and lifting you to your feet. “But…a doctor sounds good right about now.”
You let their strength support you as you limped over to the quinjet and Bucky strapped you in while Steve took the pilot's seat. The ease at which everyone took their places without talking reminded you of how it was before you were on the outside looking in. It seemed too easy.
“You guys are up to something,” you murmured as you accepted the towel to stem the bleeding and caught Bucky looking at Steve for the answer.
“We just want to get you patched up and see how you have been,” Steve said with a casual shrug that was betrayed by the tensed muscles straining his sleeves.
“You mean, what I’ve been doing for the last year, where I’ve been, who I’ve been with - since you two dumped me?” you clarified as you took your arm back and applied the pressure yourself. “Memory lane is something I tend to stay clear of, thanks.”
“Please…” Bucky sighed. “We didn’t mean to upset you, we just want to talk. We miss you.”
You fought against the ache in all of your muscles to stand up. “You know what? I missed you. Missed. I missed you every night for weeks when I would cry myself to sleep alone. I missed you every time I saw a video clip of you two online, having each other’s backs while I had no one.”
“I know, we’re sorry,” Steve said as he turned on autopilot and joined Bucky in front of you. “We hurt you and you didn’t deserve it. That’s something we have regretted from the moment you left and we will regret for the rest of our lives.”
“You should have thought about that before you chose each other over me,” you spat, stepping back and grabbing a parachute from the shelf. “This was a mistake.”
“Please, doll, give us another chance. Or, or, at least come back to the team.”
“Sorry, Bucky, I can’t,” ou said as you slapped the ramp release and the wind blew through the jet. “I can’t be a part of a team I don’t trust.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Steve asked as you backed away from their reach until the heels of your boots hung over the lip of the ramp.
“Does it matter?” you asked, leaning back until you teetered with a small sad smile, letting gravity break the magnetism they held on you and sweep you from their orbit. “Goodbye boys.”
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oh my god just had the coolest idea.
c!tommy as a pheonix. so when he dies he comes back to life, but the catch is he always goes back to being an egg and has to slowly age back into adulthood (which he rarely reaches being so reckless).
c!dream kills him in the final control room and takes egg!tommy hostage and he’s what gives him the initial idea to study revival. so when c!tommy hatches he’s had all these tests run on him before even being “born” and he grows up with an endless battery of tests as he grows to figure out how to harness and use his own form of immortality. this doesn’t involve the revive book even after c!dream gets it he’s not involving that until he’s documented everything to do with c!tommy naturally. he uses boomerville for that.
the thing is, c!tommy keeps his memories and personality, but his maturity resets when he dies, because that’s physically part of the brain. he’s wise, he knows a ton of shit bc he’s like really a million years old or whatever but bc he’s a very small child now he’s got the maturity and trust of a small child. so c!dream raises him into seeing him as a guardian and mentor and the often painful and damaging experiments he goes under as him being brave and helping save the world.
and obviously since he’s basically single handedly raising a toddler c!dream grows incredibly attached right? like he’s an abusive pos to c!tommy physically and mentally to keep him in line and forces him into invasive and difficult tests that most adults wouldn’t do constantly, don’t get me wrong, but he genuinely sees c!tommy as his little brother (he’s not mature enough to be a father figure alas). and like this isn’t like in canon where he blatantly wants c!tommy as part of his friend group but has very complicated feelings he’s just very much a proud big brother here just in as messed up and possessive a way his friendship with c!tommy was in canon.
initially things go a lot more peacefully than in canon for quite a while! c!tommy grows up in relative freedom for the first few years of his life, actually. he’s allowed in l’manberg under supervision, he’s generally allowed as much free range of the greater smp as you’d let a young child in a death world, he lives a pretty normal life. but instead of the plots c!dream does in canon he’s solely focused on research to the point of neglecting politics and his big happy family goal (bc he has a family just not a big one lol) and he starts withdrawing and isolating himself out of paranoia too and this effects c!tommy as well. it’s gradual, but by the time c!tommy’s around 7-8 he’s basically imprisoned in a gilded cage as far away from everyone as possible for “his own safety”, with c!punz’s occasional visits his only source of knowledge on the outside world.
and c!dream grows crueller, too. without the overlooking eyes of l’manberg, he no longer has any sort of ethics in his experimentation. he’s vicious with both mind games and physical harm whenever he’s convinced c!tommy’s trying to escape- which due to his ever growing paranoia is often. he forces c!tommy to participate in the other revival experiments- not as a subject, obviously, but to help him with the subjects. he’s still trying to be a good brother, but that mostly leads to him alternating between extreme lovebombing and extreme abuse.
and while c!tommy’s very knowledgeable he’s still mentally a child so he inherently trusts the person raising him, so even though he’s deeply traumatised and mentally scarred by the whole thing he adores his big brother. but he wants to leave. and c!punz sorta pities him, y’know? when your rare contact with your employer and his kid brother very obviously has that kid brother showing signs of abuse you wanna help. so c!tommy has c!Punz subtly ferry info back to the smp and l’manberg, so they can find and rescue him.
idk where tid go from there. that was kinda when the pain kicked in an I couldn’t think much anymore :(
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I figured I should redo my intro to my blog-
ELLO >:DDDD
Name’s Lizzy! Or Star! I really don’t give a fuck which you use!
I draw shit for FANDOMS
I write shit for FANDOMS
I got OCS whom I LOVE and ADORE.
“Can I draw fanart of your fics?” My sibling in Christ, we are married. /pos
“Can I draw fanart of your fanart(like DTIYS)?” My sibling in Christ. /pos
“Can I draw fanart of your OCs?” CHRIST. /pos
RAHHHHHH (it’s really fucking early I shouldn’t be doing this now ;-;)
Here’s a list of my socials, it is very limited because I hate the “standard” socials like Twitter and Insta and stuff like that. So it’s more like- fanfic sites, and any other blogs I own for you guys to check out >.>
My AO3
My Art Fight
My YouTube
My TikTok (basically dead at this point, I only ever like/favorite things on it, but I might start up again with my FNF au instead)
My Pinterest
My Spotify because sure
My FNF au blog
My demonpocalypse blog ([possibly] forever retired due to a severe issue in the community it was for)
Blog for food/recipes I want to try because MMMMMMMMMMM FOOOOD
Wow that’s actually not limited like I thought- hot damn I need to touch some grass.
HERES A LIST OF FANDOMS IM EITHER CURRENTLY IN, OR HAVE RETIRED FROM (Also CCs):
Retired-
DSMP (and MCYT as a whole for the most part), dude our community is in *shambles*. I’m so glad I left when I did, but at the same time O W.
ATLA. Technically I’m still in this fandom, but I only really get back into it/brainrot about it if I get a reminder, otherwise I kinda forget about it
FNAF. Same with ATLA, still technically in it, but I gotta be reminded it exists sometimes.
BATIM. Ditto
Wings of Fire. Ditto
Undertale. Ditto. Lizzy, my main persona, was actually an OC created from Undertale, who just ended up becoming her own person, and then ended up being associated with mine and my friend’s Minecraft au instead.
Onto CCs I no longer watch:
Any of the DSMP ppl, with very few exceptions
Jacksepticeye. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still watch a video of his if it pops up and spikes my interest, but I don’t actively seek his content out anymore.
Any of the old Minecrafters. Like DanTDM, Stampy, Tiny Turtle & Little Lizard. Hell, I don’t even think any of the ones I listed even do YT at all anymore. I’ll still watch their old videos tho.
Current-
FNF. I really could give less of a fuck if y’all think it’s “bad” or “for kids (it’s not, I promise you)”. The music slaps, and quite a few mods are really well made, so eat my ass.
Day of Dragons. The dragons are cool. I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool fucking dragons.
The Isle. Once again, I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool ass dinosaurs because you can customize your own skins and they just look and sound cool (Dilo, Herarra, and Ptera are my faves)
Lethal Company. Do it for the Company.
RainWorld. Scugs and Scups. Need I say more?
Hollow Knight. Sorta falling out of this one, but until I beat the entire game (P5) I am not finished.
Minecraft. Technically in “the fandom”, but not really attached to a specific YTer or anything like that anymore. I just like the game.
CCs I still watch:
Astral Spiff. Sprog is a good gamer.
Smii7y and his friends like Grizzy, Droid, Puffer, Blarg, etc.
Jack Manifold. I only watch his You Laugh You Loose and Ghost Sighting Compilation videos. I don’t even know if he still does Minecraft anymore.
8-BitRyan. While he doesn’t swear in his videos, it’s kinda a breath of fresh air. Plus his edits are quite funny.
Markiplier. Yes. Just… yes…
IGP. His content is just interesting. The way he freaks out over shit is funny as hell. Does he do content with IcyCaress anymore? Their banter was funny, but idk if something happened, cuz I just don’t see much stuff with Icy in it anymore.
As of right now, that’s all I can think of. It’s nice to meet you!
#blog intro#introductory post#redid my intro because things changed and I wanted it to be more COLORFUL and CRAZY#artists on tumblr#fanfic writers#writers on tumblr#small youtuber#for fun
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4 TOWN - ROYALTY AU ??
RoyaltyTown ? names hmm
did I watch Bridgerton ? no but did i listen to the entire Bridgerton soundtrack and get inspired ? yes
actually had this AU in mind for a long time, note that my friends and i did few research on royalty etc and this was probably rushed, so if i got anything wrong please do tell me /pos
ROBAIRE
- Kind, easygoing prince from another Kingdom.
- Has been alone for a long time, so he very often tries to keep himself occupied. This includes long walks, reading almost every book at the library again and again, or writing simple lyrics that come to his mind
- Especially loves going out on long walks to sing, hoping people would hear him despite being in a rather secluded place. He’d always go out to the little garden he made himself by a small pond
- He had requested for lesser Guards, so more would guard the Kingdom instead of him because he doesn’t like being followed a lot by people he can’t communicate properly with, hence he’s very fond of Tae, despite them having a little tension at the start due to Tae’s offence where he had accidentally killed one of the Guards while trying to escape them ,,
- Sometimes Tae would be unable to meet him every day because he’s being closely guarded, but when they do they always have little picnics around Robaire’s tiny garden. Robaire wouldn’t be able to make it all the time either because he’s still a prince so he still has duties within his Palace. they’d have little duets while they walk too !
- T and Robaire are pretty calm with each other, T is very careful to hide well so he wouldn’t get caught by the guards who take up the night shift in Jesse’s Palace. T only passes on information about Jesse’s Kingdom over to Robaire in case they plan an assassination, overall they just hang out in the garden.
- He doesn’t know much about Jesse, he just knows Jesse because he’s the king of a Palace how can you forget kings, but he’s a little uneasy about Jesse because he’s of a higher standard than he is, as well as the situation where Jesse has an ill feeling towards Robaire’s Kingdom
- Robaire and Z don’t mix ; misinterpretation of actions caused them to be at each other’s throats often because they see each other as a threat to Tae -- Tae running away from Z to avoid getting sent back to the Palace, and Robaire once saving Tae’s life which Z saw as an attempt to murder him lmao
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TAEYOUNG
- He’s quite a soft prince
- Cliche, but he loves the outdoors ; staying inside is a little too secluded for him despite it being quite big, but there’s almost little to no nature inside apart from some potted plants and he’s been to pretty much every part of the Palace. He just hates being cooped up inside -- he thinks going out relaxes his mind better.
- he’d stay at the Palace’s library if he’s supposed to be barricaded in the Palace, it of course gets boring for him so he tries every escape route no matter how complicated it is to get out. Because he knows how to escape the Palace very well, Jesse tries to block off exits and/or entrances a lot much to Tae’s disappointment
- Again, he’s more fond of animals than people ; He’s come across a few doves and they in turn visit him once in a while by his window. Not that he hates humanity, animals don’t understand or say anything so Tae freely talks to them as if they were a real person
- He shares the Palace with Jesse and is quite close with him ; Jesse keeps him updated on keeping order as well as taking care of him ; Tae found comfort in Jesse easily and he feels safer around him than having Guards surround him
- He’s met Robaire and ever since the encounter, they’ve been travelling together ; Tae might have developed a little crush on him ?? He does tell stories about King Jesse to Robaire to pass time between them sometimes, and this assures Robaire that he isn’t at all serious
- He grew fond of T and Z ; mostly T because he had secretly helped Tae find open/unguarded exits so he could leave the Palace. This doesn’t happen all the time, because T is still very busy as well. For Z, being Tae’s Guard involves him having to listen to Tae’s little rants and interests and taking care of doves outside, Z can’t help but think he’s cute ?
- Of course he loves making flower crowns whenever he gets the chance
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JESSE
- He's a king ! literally lmao quite kind and understanding at times
- he and Tae share a royal title and are both highly respected, no they aren’t related (not sure how to explain this give me 5-6 business days im lazy to search medieval royalty times)
- He’d have a room just for art and pottery, mostly to calm himself down. He had allowed Z, T, and Tae in there, but it got messy. Jesse most likely made some cups and other ceramic stuff for the three of them, which they kept and used
- He sees everyone on the same level as he is and that most people deserve fair treatment
- I can’t guarantee what he does in the Palace but he does have duties, often just casually walking around, making sure everything is in check .. king stuff .. But he’s killed a few people just to protect his Palace as well as to protect Tae
- He has tension with Robaire’s Kingdom, and probably Robaire himself, because Robaire’s men had tried several assassination attempts on Tae, so automatically Jesse saw everyone there as an enemy.
- Between Z and T, Jesse has more trust in Z, because he’s been by Jesse’s side for most of his royal title and Z’s quite good at what he does ; Jesse would force Z to take breaks as he works almost 24/7, so an hour or two off-duty shouldn't hurt him.
- For T, he could get on Jesse’s nerves sometimes, but T is a good guard to Jesse, often providing him information on Robaire’s Kingdom as well as helping him bring in papers to sign or write back to .. Or T just literally bothers Jesse and Z to death until his night shift begins
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AARON Z
- Stoic, tranquil high-ranking Guard in Jesse and Tae’s Palace
- was Jesse’s personal Guard before but was appointed by him to take care of Tae and Z willingly accepted it -- Z is very content to serve them of course, but certain changes like these are a little difficult to get used to
- “Can we go out ?” “That's a good request. Unfortunately-“ and Tae just groans and goes back into the library
- Z has never returned to the Palace without Tae whenever he succeeds in secretly getting out, but the one time Z did, it sent Jesse mad that he sent T to find Tae as well as go out to look for Tae himself despite it being dangerous
- He was told to never leave Tae out of his sight, so Z observes Tae’s every move, but he stands outside rooms where Tae is inside like bathrooms, libraries, his own room. Z is very respectful of the space of the Royals and Tae and Jesse very much appreciate him for that, but it’s a disadvantage for Z because Tae could’ve escaped through the windows or other doors
- Z follows Tae almost everywhere because Jesse tells him to, hence Tae would tell Z all about animals, even ranting to him about his problems, and Z would just sit there and nod, following Tae’s instructions on how to care for doves and some other random flora and fauna information like frogs or mushrooms. And oh suddenly there’s a flower crown on his head because he’s almost barely paying any attention to him
- He knows Robaire but the both of them have tension, due to a misinterpretation that he was trying to kill Tae -- they see each other as threats to him, however, both probably will not try and hurt each other, but simply tell each other to back off. Z needs Tae’s assurance that Robaire would not try to hurt him in any way and he’ll be fine.
- When Z is off-duty from guarding Tae the entire day, he’d chill with T and/or Jesse, often engaging in Chess games to pass the time, where Z mostly wins to T but purposely loses to Jesse in fear that he will degrade (??) him
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AARON T
- Loud lower-rank Guard beside Z
- He's just very often in the Palace serving food, he can go outside if he wants to though, or guard Jesse and bother him along with Z if both of them have nothing to do. He’s often seen with Z though, telling each other how their day went, and T is always bombarded with Z’s rants about Tae running almost every day and T doesn’t mind at all, Guard Duty is difficult
- T is Jesse’s current personal Guard because he already ordered his previous Guard Z to guard Tae so now Jesse’s just stuck with this funky waiter guard. Jesse doesn’t mind him though, and they sometimes talk
- He’s really happy to serve them ! T is like a fine-toned-down jester. The two Royals could thank him and he’d respond to them with a peace sign or a thumbs up as he’s walking away. T likes to make fun of everyone once in a while just to get a laugh out of the people around him
- “Good morning ! Coffee or T ?” is his to-go morning sentence. It cracks Tae up and T would up his game sometimes to make him laugh more, anything to spoil his best prince friend
- But wow a twist ; Originally from Robaire’s Kingdom, he was sent to go undercover as a Guard in Jesse’s Palace to assassinate Tae for killing an innocent Guard from the Kingdom. T sends information from the Palace to the Kingdom as well as plot a proper assassination.
- T allows/sneaks Tae outside, finding exits for him so he could properly assassinate him in the open where no one can see. T, However, eventually grew fond of Tae, which easily breaks T, hence he’s very hesitant to perform a successful assassination.
- He sneaks out at night whenever he gets the chance because he takes the night shifts at the Palace, and heads over to Robaire’s Kingdom which is far away so T leaves as early as possible. To make things easier, Robaire has a hidden garden by a lake so they’d always meet there
- He (obviously) knows about the two princes meeting up because he and Z caught Robaire saving Tae’s life before, which (once again) Z misinterpreted as Robaire trying to kill him. T asked Robaire about it when they have their little midnight meetings, so he knows the gist of the situation and swears not to bother them
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hope it was okay ! we had a lot of fun figuring out the lore and all, we do have other AUs in mind as well :’)) have a nice day !
#4town aus#was a little hesitant for this one aughf#can you tell i like angst so i put them against each other aharharh#asks about it are open !#4town#4 town#4town jesse#4town robaire#4town taeyoung#4town aaron t#4town aaronz#4town au
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hii i have returned with my ramblings on SITH like i do every chapter lol :))
omg the mention of friedrich being “scary looking” reminded me of that time u said that only the mc genuinely finds him handsome & i still have not recovered from that /pos
I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABT THAT TIME FRIEDRICH BEAT HER UP DURING TRAINING, THE MEMORIESSS
i love how much falco looks up to the mc & how this chapter kinda showed her being a mentor to him, it was so sweet <3 falco being out of breath from JOGGING is so real, like he’s just like me fr we’re both terrible at running
I CALLED IT THAT FRIEDRICH WOULD INHERIT THE JAW, ALL THE SIGNS WERE POINTING TOWARDS HIM LMFAO
the irony of colt being the first of the trio to inherit his titan & also being the first who will die. idk if u plan on diverging from the canon plot & having him live or just sticking with canon plot, but the “i’ll be the first” line rlly hits hard either way, & it’ll hit especially hard if he still dies.
now that i think abt it, the trio rlly is just the found family trope & im gobbling that shit up bro, i love them with all my heart 🫶 i feel like they’re not only soulmates, but also the “our fates are intertwined in every universe” trope as well. so even if one of them dies & the other two have to live on w/o them or two of them die & the last has to preserve their memory, all 3 of them will meet again in another lifetime. they just can’t be separated (they come in a set LMFAO). that’s my take on their relationship at least.
i hope u like my theories & takes lol. when im super invested in smth, i always like talking abt it & going in-depth bc that’s just what i like to do. even if i get some shit wrong (when theorizing or analyzing), that’s ok, bc im just having fun & enjoying smth im interested in :))
hope ur doing well & taking care of urself!! remember to hydrate & get lots of rest. and dont overwork urself (even tho that’s prolly easier said than done). <3
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HIII I love your ramblings I always smile when I get the notifications!!
LMAOOO I would like to slightly revise that and add that friedrich isn’t really considered ugly by anyone either he just always looks 0.5 inches away from snapping so people are too busy being scared of him to think he’s handsome. Ofc the mc knows him so well that she sees past that and can appreciate him for what he is <3
HAHAHA IT WAS SO LONG AGO THEY WERE SUCH LITTLE BABIES BACK THEN!! So much has happened since then 🙁
I wanted to somewhat show Y/N being a good person again since we’ve seen so many chapters of her struggling and overcoming her faults and traumas. She’s definitely not a perfect person but she can be very kind at times and she is canonically super good with kids so I thought showing her and falco bonding and her doing something for someone other than herself would balance out the heaviness of everything post-athyae. falco is so sweet I actually love him sooo much but I was lowkey dying writing him in this chapter because he’s just so hopeless 😭 I would like to add that in the running scene Y/N is the one jogging…my man falco is SPRINTING to keep up with her 😩 up to interpretation whether it’s because “slow” for Y/N is fast for like anyone else or because falco is just really not athletically blessed.
I feel like friedrich being the jaw titan is the most obvious choice. He’s way too slippery (does that even make sense?? Idk how else to describe it) to be the armored titan and way too independent to be the colossal, he could be the cart but tbh Y/N just exemplifies the cart to me I couldn’t see anyone else inheriting it, colt being the next beast has been a thing since like the first chapters of the fic, and he just…is not a girl so I can’t imagine him as the female titan.
I won’t spoil the trio’s fates, but writing that scene knowing their futures was definitely painful. I’m trying to write and update more often so you don’t have to wait years to find out what happens to them because there is SO much planned for the future of this story. I’ve been struggling because the past two mini arcs (which were titled return to liberio and warrior’s welcome if you were wondering) have been the hardest to write so far. They’re a lot more introspective and focused on Y/N’s mental development, conflict, and recovery, so it was a lot of just “people visiting houses” with inner monologues as opposed to plot and external conflict. The next mini arc is very different though so I’m excited to get to that!! One more chapter of warrior’s welcome and then I’m finally free 😭
I ADOREEEE FOUND FAMILY!! That’s why endure and SitH are my favs, I feel like they both have their own versions of the found family tropes that make me feel so 😫 but the trio and the endure crew are definitely super different. like the endure found family is just a bunch of siblings (case in point Y/N and Jean) but the trio defies categorization. They’re in love but they’re best friends but they’re somehow more than that?? Idk their dynamic isn’t something I’ve written before but it’s definitely one of the most interesting I think!! (I’d say it’s my favorite but my favorites are endure jean and y/n, endure eren and y/n, and promise y/n and tullia, with an honorary mention to endure y/n and tullia)
I LOVE YOUR THEORIES SO MUCH!! I won’t confirm or deny if they’re right because I don’t want to spoil but I love reading them and responding to them so much. It makes me sosososo happy that you’re so invested in this random story I decided to write on a whim one day and that you’re having as much fun with it as I am. Your asks motivate me sm because with a story like SitH it can sometimes feel like I’m only writing for myself (which is good because it gives me creative freedom but sometimes demotivating as there’s no engagement)
Thank you so much and remember to take care of yourself as well!!
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Fan-Made Card Stories:: Lemy Abelard
Unknown Location
Lemy Abelard: Where am I? I feel like I’ve… been here before… but… no wait. Where’s… where’s Miss Santa? Where’s those two traitorous-?!
???: Lemy!
Lemy Abelard: Huh? Who said that?
???: It’s me. Ney.
Lemy Abelard: Ney…? Where am I?
Ney: Don’t you recognise this place? We used to live here, long ago.
Lemy Abelard: Live here?
Ney: You still don’t remember?
Lemy Abelard: … this place… it’s some kind of mansion. But I don’t remember—
???: Arte, It’s clear that he’s yet to understand.
Lemy Abelard: !! Who’s there?
Ney/Arte?: …
Abelard Mansion
Ney: Lemy, did you forget that your… mother… is waiting for you at the Lucifenian Palace?
Lemy Abelard: Oh! I almost forgot! Oh no, what if I miss it…
Ney: It’s her inauguration party. The whole country must have heard about it. Besides, I hear Rin Chan will be there!
Lemy Abelard: Rin Chan? I last saw her at that performance in that theater three years ago. She’s changed so much since I knew her at the orphanage though.
Ney: You told me how she didn’t look like that originally.
Lemy Abelard: Well, yes. When I knew her, she had black hair and freckles. Now she can pass as my twin sister.
Ney: That seems odd. Well, there’s no need to dwell on it now. You’ll be able to meet her at the party. The sooner you get changed the sooner we can leave.
Lemy Abelard: Oh, right!
Lucifenian Palace
Lemy Abelard: …
Ney: Is something troubling you?
Lemy Abelard: It’s just Rin Chan. This acquaintance of my mother told me that her manager, Ton Corpa, has left several children he adopted to die in mysterious deaths. For example, at that theater performance, one of his boys was mauled by a lion.
Ney: You think something like that could happen to her?
Lemy Abelard: I’m just worried for her. And the more I think about it something’s wrong.
Ney: Something’s wrong?
Lemy Abelard: I’ve heard her singing. She sung differently back at the orphanage. Her singing… Ney. That isn’t Rin’s voice.
???
Lemy Abelard: I didn’t know then but it was those events that led to me becoming the Fifth Pierrot. So many people died in response to me fulfilling the orders of my mother. That’s a long winded story however. Maybe this all has to do with that wineglass… no but that wouldn’t make any sense…
Part 2
Alleyway
Lemy Abelard: Greetings. You must be…?
???: H-huh?!
Lemy Abelard: Not willing to talk, huh? Very well. I’m here to kill you, as you may be well aware by now. Mr Ayn Anchor…
Ayn Anchor: You’re… you’re Lemy Abelard…? The famed Fifth Pierrot… is Lemy Abelard?
Lemy Abelard: Huh?! How do you recognise me?
Ayn Anchor: I saved you once. It must have only been three years ago.
Lemy Abelard: I’ve never seen you before in my life!
Ayn Anchor: Ah. Well. You have. Two men once tried to kidnap you didn’t they? And a man in a clown costume stopped them.
Lemy Abelard: Yeah… that was Fifth Pierrot saving me. What about it?
Ayn Anchor: You believe that was the Fifth Pierrot before you? No, that was… that was me.
Lemy Abelard: T-that’s impossible! There’s no way-!
Ayn Anchor: I was after the Fifth Pierrot at the time, which is why I dressed up as a clown. Of course seeing you in danger I had to intervene.
Lemy Abelard: Y-you’re lying! You’re just trying to find some excuse for me not to kill you!
Ayn Anchor: I’m not lying.
Lemy Abelard: You-! This is for everything!
Bang.
Lemy Abelard: G-guh- wh-what the-?
Ayn Anchor: !!
Lemy Abelard: Is that- Seventh Magician? Eighth Sniper? No- no this is just a trick of the light. There’s no way that-
“Seventh Magician”: We meet again, Lemy. Didn’t I tell you last time it was wiser to come with me?
Lemy Abelard: Gu- guh- Ney- Ney are you… Ney are you there…? Why is my mind… N-Ney-
???
Lemy Abelard: Of course after that I was revived. And then died once again in that duel.
Arte: It seems as though you remember that much.
Lemy Abelard: And … why does… that woman look like my mother?
Arte: I’m sure you already know the answer to that. It’s morning, isn’t it Pollo? We should go have breakfast with our lady.
Lemy Abelard: P-Pollo?
…
???: “We must find our way home.” “Hey father, praise me.” “Let’s find our real parents.” “Honour our great lady!”
Lemy Abelard: Yes I remember now. I’m…
Pollo: My name is Pollo. The servant of Lady Conchita.
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Dumb Headcanons with LK!
I have a headache and feel like shit but whatever.
Today Imma go off about Jason Todd
Okay so we know this man has enough trauma that if it spilled into the ocean you could drink it and it would take like sad boy soup (please don’t drink the ocean). But I thought it be funny just to go off about some of the silly HCs i have about this man. There are some that are more not so funny haha, but I will put a TW before them so you can skip over. anyways, enjoy.
Everything is under the cut cuz this bitch long af
FtM Jason
I vibe with both cis and trans Jason but FtM Jay will always hold a special place in my soul. that being said, I feel like this boy either didn’t really have a chest (through hormone blockers or just genetically not having a big chest.) Or he had some of the biggest honkers known to man.
If Jay has a small chest I feel like he keeps up with a very strict workout regiment so he doesn't develop fat in and around his chest area. Boy is so flat that he didn’t need to get top surgery (lucky bastard) so he has no defining scars. Tho I do think he feels like his chest doesn't look right sometimes and kinda freaks himself out.
If Jay has a big chest I don’t think it’s because Bruce is transphobic or anything, but because Jay either a) didn’t tell Bruce tell later on. Or b) Didn’t find out he was trans tell a few years after he hit puberty. Could also be a bit of both. Like Jay figures out he’s not a girl when he around 12 (So when he first meets Bruce) but doesn’t tell Bruce until one day Bruce asks why Jay always has some kind of tenser bandage around his chest (Jay’s around 13-14). Jason finally gives in and comes out to Bruce. Que getting a stern talking to from Alfred about the importance of binding properly and all that jazz. He gets on T as a gift for his 15th B-day. Kinda sucks cuz he dies not too long after. After he wakes up he’s very much so pissed about everything (Especially the fact that he still has tits) Anyway, a few months after being in life pt2 the electric boogalo he goes up to literary anyone he knows that can use a knife and not fuck up and asks them to yeet his teetes. So his scars are kind funky. Don’t get me wrong his chest looks great and is not misshapen in anyway, but the scars are kinda funky.
Jason Todd needs glasses
If seen some art and fanfics where he has reading glasses and it always makes my brain feel fuzzy/pos. But here me out, what if this boy just needs glasses. Like hes not blind af but its to a point that if he doesn't have contacts in everything is slightly fuzzy. his eyes were fine before the pit, but now they’re just slightly fucked. He usually has contacts in (cuz glasses don’t exactly fit under his helmet) but he does were his glasses when he isn’t on parole or is just chilling. makes for a good disguise though because not many people know he needs glasses.
Jay Hates the taste of blood (TW mentions of: Blood, Puking, The way Jay died, PTSD.)
Jay HATES when blood get’s in his mouth. If he get’s a nose bleed or a cut on or around his mouth he’ll do everything in his power to not get it in his mouth.
When he has blood in his mouth it makes him think about how he died cuz ya know he got boinked to death (He doesn’t always get flash backs from this but he does get very uncomfortable whenever he tastes blood.) There’s also a very good chance that he’ll just puke his guts out if the blood sits on his tongue for too long. If his on a mission or parole and has his helmet on he will rip it off to either spit out the blood or so he doesn’t puke in his helmet.
He also can’t stand the taste of metal but it freaks him out slightly less because it cold and not warm.
Jason colour codes people (TW mentions of: Panic, jay’s death, maybe some PTSD)
I have no clue how to describe why i think he does this but Imma try. So basically when jay dies the last thing he remembers seeing is joker (obviously) but with that comes the fact that The Joker is very colourful. The green purple combo especially made him uncomfortable. so eventually he decided to colour code the people he knows so hopefully he’ll fell less shitty when seeing certain colours. (He either learnt this through a friend/family or from a therapist.)
Red: Tim Drake
Orange: Roy Harper
Yellow: Duke Thomas
Green: Damian Wayne
Blue: Dick Grayson
Purple: Kori (Koriand'r)
Black: Bruce Wayne
White: Alfred Pennyworth
Gray: Bizarro
Green and purple combo still make Jay feel uneasy but he’s a lot better now that he does this.
That’s all I can think of rn but i may add more at a later date. If you wanna share your HCs with me I’d love to read them!! That’s all for now until next time!!
#Jason Todd#the red hood#red hood#DC comcis#jason todd headcanon#some silly headcanons heheheh#please please tell me ur hcs i bag of you#jason is just a lil guy#and i love him
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I love in discourse about billy, everyone seems to forget one real big thing.
Billy has been abused his whole life. He is never seen as someone who knows what the fuck a ‘gentle touch’ is.
He is beat by his dad for any little thing he does.
Didn’t watch max close enough? Punch to the face.
In mad max which excellent book for purely maxs story being told and her pov but Didn’t want to deal with being bitched at? Got punched in the face so bad his eye swelled up and then Neil beat the shit out of him with his belt.
Came home without his car, dazed and probably very confused, bloody nose, got hit by his dad again.
He was never once given a moment to change. Not once. By anyone.
So much so one happy memory and a soft touch from El, made him rethink and then sacrifice himself because let’s be real if he survived, what would have been left for him? Nothing.
People are very quick to jump on only billy about his shit behavior but not Jonathan who unknowing to Nancy took photos of Her in her bra then developed them. So he planned to what? Just develop them and then throw them out? Let’s be real here. We know why he developed the photos. He’s a teenage boy.
Steve before he became mom, was a giant fucking dick, he let his friends spray paint that Nancy was a slut on the town movie theatre sign. Yeah he was a basic one dimension billy who redeemed himself but he was still a massive dick.
Now billy is often seen as racist because out of all the kids Lucas was the one he targeted hard, right? And while I won’t say that’s wrong for BIPOC folk to be like that’s racist because I can never know the feelings of seeing that and being like ‘that’s racist shit that happens everyday to me Or my friends ECT’ and I will never say people who think that are wrong. Interpretations are all going to be different but From an outside look, Lucas was the one upsetting max in that moment. Lucas was the one she was fighting with. So from an outside view it can be seen as him picking Lucas because he was the one he saw getting at max.
Now does it probably have seeded undertones that were learned from his actual PoS dad? Yeah probably.
In mad max it says that Neil is a fucking awful man that sort of pushed himself on her mom cause they worked together at a bank. And Susan as shown in the book is pretty much a ghost who ignores what happens and ends up just fusing with who ever she is dating. And doesn’t see the red flags until it gets to a bad point.
Theirs a moment in the book where billy gives max a cigarette because she’s still in the ‘trying to bond’ phase and Susan yells at him but the second Neil pulls up, Susan knows, if she says what happened, Neil is going to be 1000xs worse to billy then she ever could. So she lets it go. That’s the one time you see someone slightly care if billy is hurt or not.
Is billy good? No. because he’s not, he’s a shitty teenage boy with anger issues.
Was he a 17/18 year old kid who the one person who loved and protected him left him with an abusive father knowing what would happen? Yeah he was.
Billy had no one. Until the day he sacrificed himself for max and for el and everyone, he had no one.
But no one wants to see that side of it.
That billy isn’t the abuse victim they all want him to be.
His trauma made him angry, made him hate, made him continue the cycle of abuse.
He wasn’t what people wanted him to be because he never had a chance. But people don’t want to think about that. That not all abuse victims become stronger from the abuse. That they can become abusers themselves.
Remember it took a soft touch and a happy memory for him to help instead of hurt. If one person had before he got flayed, was like
“Hey it’s okay. Stop being a dick. And let me help you”
Maybe they would have stopped the mind flayer before it took half a town being goop monsters and billy getting stabbed through the chest sacrificing himself.
But that’s just my thoughts. Because billy sucked, he sucked big time. But he was also a kid, an abused, very fucked kid. Who learned to hurt because that’s the only thing he’s ever known. Love what’s that? The one person who loved him, left him.
Billy sucked. But Billy fully deserved more then what he got.
yeah this is mostly the point I was trying to make, like I was only ever looking into and discussing the background and development of his character, like I have never and will never like or condone any of his behaviour bc that boy is an asshole no doubt about it, but there’s more to him than that
but yeah a lot of people seem to be quick to just say he’s an abuser and that’s that, which yes is true but I just think there’s more to it than that, all I was ever really trying to say was I definitely think there was a layer buried within Billy where he had the potential to grow and become a better person if only he was given that opportunity to, because as we saw when it came right down to it he did sacrifice himself for Max and her friend that he barely even knew, when push came to shove he did do the ‘right thing’, again I know this doesn’t justify or redeem his behaviour but it was a step in the right direction at least
anyway yeah I’ve said all that I can really say about him now so yeah
-hope
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I posted 4,776 times in 2022
That's 855 more posts than 2021!
219 posts created (5%)
4,557 posts reblogged (95%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@harperhug
@youhavenoideahowmuchihatethis
@akindplace
@indieninja92
@vaspider
I tagged 2,962 of my posts in 2022
Only 38% of my posts had no tags
#itv endeavour - 258 posts
#fanart - 250 posts
#gifs - 234 posts
#endeavour morse - 221 posts
#art - 152 posts
#dracula - 145 posts
#dracula daily - 143 posts
#roger allam - 138 posts
#endeavour - 131 posts
#bucky barnes - 130 posts
Longest Tag: 133 characters
#but there are some superb works in all of the fandoms i've read extensively (the witcher mcu/stucky endeavour discworld etc.)
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
How to tell a theatre reviewer doesn't know as much about Shakespeare as they'd like you to think:-
- they say a production of "Richard III" is too funny
- they say a production of "Cymbeline" is too weird
- they say a production of "Coriolanus" is too gay
- they say anything bad ever about Jade Anouka's Shakespearean acting (NB if they do this it also means they are almost certainly a massive bigot)
- they criticise a production of "Macbeth" for being too straightforward and as-written
- they criticise a production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" for not being straightforward and as-written "enough"
- they criticise any production of any play for having too much: politics, queerness, transness, singing, dancing, sexual innuendo, proto-feminism
- they criticise racially-diverse, disability -inclusive, and gender-flipped casting (this also usually means they're a terrible person)
- they think it's an actively good thing if Rosalind in "As You Like It" is still really feminine when dressed as Ganymede
- they think they're being really cool and subversive by not liking Shakespeare
- they think they're being really awesome and arty by not liking anything being written now
216 notes - Posted August 21, 2022
#4
Happy Hobbit Day!
Today being the birthday of Frodo and Bilbo Baggins (September 22nd, that is).
Here are some suggestions for things to do to celebrate:-
- eat mushrooms
- and/or po-ta-toes
- and/or fisheseseses
- have two breakfasts
- be generally lovely and compassionate, but never in awe of anyone
- drink beer (alcoholic or non-alcoholic as you prefer)
- have fun times with people you love, even when things look rough
- go on a little walk somewhere green that makes you happy
- wear a good weskit (waistcoat)
- go on an adventure, and embrace being considered a bit weird :-D
220 notes - Posted September 22, 2022
#3
For those new Sandman fans who haven’t read the comics: Gault is an original character for the show! Replacing two others who did something similar for very different reasons.
And of all the changes made (not that there are many, tbh!), this is my favourite. I love Gault so so so much I can’t even describe it. She is beautiful and glorious and magnificent and she deserves the world. <3
232 notes - Posted August 8, 2022
#2
SEEING FROM HIS VIOLENT DEMEANOUR THAT HE WAS ENGLISH
[may not stop laughing about this all day]
234 notes - Posted August 12, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
People can be very down here on those who only leave kudos rather than a comment on AO3. And just. I love comments, don’t get me wrong. They fill me with joy!
But getting those emails that something I wrote weeks or months or years ago has got a new kudos or two still absolutely delights me. Please don’t underestimate how wonderful and heartening that is.
Similarly, reblogs here on tumblr are the *best* and are how things get noticed and spread given the way tumblr works, but that doesn’t mean I don’t notice or am not very pleased when some thoughts or a ficlet I wrote here gets a heart too.
I know how much energy it takes sometimes to leave a comment or to reblog something. Far too much, sometimes. Far, far too much. And knowing that my efforts are appreciated even with just a click of a button... still special and good. And sometimes I’m worried that all the “don’t like, reblog!” posts on here discourage people from doing that because they feel like it’s worse to like but not reblog than to not react at all, and... no. No, really no.
To conclude: comments and reblogs are the best. But kudos and likes are still good and encouraging things! If you want to show appreciation for something I’ve written or made? Then a) thank you, how lovely of you! <3, b) please don’t be put off doing it in a way that actually works for you. <3
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So as my first request, if possible and you feel comfortable, I would like to ask for something with diluc, kaeya and childe with a fem reader who had an abusive father. I don't care how he was abusive, you can choose which one favors you best. And with that, I would like to know how the characters would react by discovering this or how they would deal with the traumas and the reader's fear. Anyways, whatever you think is best 💓
Hello! Also I think I'll go with somewhat different one's each time... ( Diluc gets the short end of the stick again ). Also... I will admit, unless I tackle gender-based topics, I write men and women Readers the same...? You can easily read it as GN but I'll probably just default to GN terms since men and women both suffer from abuse and Gender is a complicated thing that doesn't fit into these writings. [Sorry if I disappoint!]
Edit: forgot to put a summary oopsie
[[ WARNING: ANGST, ABUSE MENTION, RAPE MENTION ]]
[[ Summary: You loved him, you loved him with your whole heart... but no matter your love, you had to eventually tell him what broke you, and caused you to act this way
Total Word Count: 1'880
Childe Word Count: 544
Diluc Word Count: 734
Kaeya Word Count: 602 ]]
Childe
Childe considered himself a pretty affectionate guy--He liked innocent wrestling, tickle-fights, and if he had his way, he'd have his hand on you every second of the day, on your hip, around your shoulders, holding your hand, or even just having your pinkies intertwined was enough.
However, you flinched. Every time he ever tried to make a motion towards you, you flinched, and i you didn't flinch, your eyes widened in shock.
You would apologize, and he tried to dismiss it, It's okay, you didn't do anything. I'm sorry for scaring you.
And he left it at that. But, you were sitting next to him, and he yawned, trying to casually wrap an arm around you, but as soon as he touched your shoulders, you yelped, flinching and staring at his offending arm in shock... and then, slowly, you took deep breaths.
"I'm sorry," you said, exhausted, "I didn't mean to jump."
Childe put his hand on his lap... and he frowned.
"You didn't do anything wrong... but... can I ask... why you flinch from me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a little, "Normally, that wouldn't be an issue, but... I guess after seeing it so much, I wonder if I've been hurting you on accident, or... if you just don't trust me. I don't like... feeling bad all the time."
You shook your head, grabbing his hand--you were always better when you initiated it, rather than him, "You-Of course not. You've never hurt me, you're always good... it's just..."
Childe looked at you, expectantly, "Just...?"
"... I-I got hit a lot, in the past. I... don't think I've gotten over it. But-you didn't do anything, it was just... him."
Childe's face... darkened. His eyes--they seemed almost empty as he stared for a moment, his hand slowly shifting to grab yours, firm but gentle.
"Who hit you...?" He asked, completely serious... dark.
"It-Childe, you're scaring me."
He blinked once-twice, and that horrific expression disappeared, back to his sweet, charming, slightly-dumb self.
"I'm sorry, snowbird. But-Who hurt you? What happened?"
You hesitated... you'd have to tell him eventually, and there would never be a more perfect time than this.
"My-my father. He... He was a very angry individual. Any slight irritation, and..."
Childe, slowly, lifted your hand to his mouth to press a gentle kiss upon the back.
"You don't have to keep talking if it's too hard," he said, with a smile, "I get it... But-It must be hard to live like that, right?"
You nodded, "It's... awful," you admitted, "I hate it. I don't like feeling scared of you... Even if... No, wait..."
"I get it," he reassured, even if he didn't hide his pained expression well. "I'm a Harbinger... I can get you the best consoling and therapy that money can buy... I can't help you, i mean, talking me me won't help that much, but... Would you do that for me? I can set it all up, I promise... I just need you to go."
You stared.
"Will you go with me, the first time?"
He hesitated.
"Well, I probably won't talk much, since I want it to be about you, but... I'll go. I'll make sure no one as much as lays a hand on you ever again."
Diluc
You and Diluc got along well. You both enjoyed cuddling, but sometimes you slept back-to-back, not from any sort of lack of intimacy, but you just didn't want to cuddle.
You liked to cook together, Diluc oftentimes taking the lead. When he was alone, in the safety of your home, he was quite soft spoken, never raising his voice, and he was gentle whenever he touched you--He truly was a gentleman to his core.
But as you both lie in bed, Diluc reading a book as he furiously squinted at it, you reminded of his worsening vision, you sighed softly.
"Diluc," you said, and he lifted his head, surprised, before he looked down at you. He didn't say anything, just waiting for you to speak.
"... Are you disappointed? With me? With us?" You asked, months and months of fear finally coming out--you couldn't even be upset, or sob, or fuss, you just felt tired.
"What?" He asked, staring at you for a moment. "No. I'm happy. Are you... Disappointed?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper, barely able to hold in his fear.
You pushed yourself up, "No, no, I just... You know what people do when they're together."
Diluc stared at you blankly, waiting a response. After a few second too long, "Oh," he said, "... Do you think I don't love you?" He asked,
"No, no, I meant-sex. I just... We've never done it. Are you... Disappointed?" You asked. He shook his head,
"No. I have you, I don't need sex."
You were quiet for a moment.
"You don't want to... Have sex with me?" You asked--you didn't know whether to be pleased, to know he loved you so dearly that he didn't care for that, or to be insulted.
"I..." He took a deep breath, "I don't want to have sex with anyone or anything, really. If you wanted to, I could... Come to terms with the idea. It's not you, I just... Sex doesn't... Appeal."
You sighed... Were you relieved? You still felt an agonizing pain in your chest. "I get it--and... I guess not, I'm happy with us." You said, smiling as you looked over his face... He, however wasn't smiling.
"You're lying," he said, stating it so plainly that it sounded like a fact, "You brought this up because it was upsetting you."
While lying, you put your arm over your eyes... focusing on breathing, as to not sound choked up--strained.
"I just... I don't know. I was-I was scared you'd ask."
He set everything off to the side, and instead laid down beside you, gathering you up in his arms as he held you close--his hand gently running up and down your back.
"Are you afraid of sex?" He asked... "... If it makes you feel better, I am too."
You looked up at him, staring for a moment.
"I... I was raped," you said, without realizing, "By... my father. He-He was... drunk. It happened... more than once. I don't think he ever remembered, he was-he was so good to me when he was sober, but..."
You hid into his chest, hiding from the world.
"I'm scared," you whined, softly, "I'm tired of waiting for it to happen... with you."
Diluc pressed a kiss atop your head, "... I would never do that, and I don't drink." There was a long moment of silence, "... You have told me about your pain, and... I believe it's only right I tell you of mine. I... Have a similar story," his voice was shaking, as he was struggling to even think... or to talk.
"It was not by my father, he was a good man... But-I... had a friend. Someone I... once cared for. I was drugged, and..."
He swallowed thickly.
"I was aware. I could feel everything, but I could not control my body. I... I understand why you are afraid. I think, I'm afraid too."
You held him close.
"I don't want us to be afraid anymore."
You could only nod at that, closing your eyes as he held you--But, somehow, despite all this fear, you felt so safe in his arms.
"Do you think... we should talk to someone? A professional?" He asked, "I... I never told anyone, but... It... Might be good. For both of us."
"I think so, too." You pressed a kiss over his heart, "Can we go to bed, though, like this?"
"Of course, my blossom."
Kaeya
Kaeya considered himself pretty keen--He noticed how you would, oftentimes, try to desperately explain and justify doing anything. You were minding your own business, reading? You'd try and justify it, "I just... had a hard day. It's not anything bad, I promise."
And he's usually reply with that signature smile, "You could be reading porn and I wouldn't mind, you know."
You laughed it off, but there was an edge of fear in your voice.
Fear.
You were always afraid, and he wanted to fix that. So, he took a day off, just to prepare everything. Some nice candles, a good dinner, some fine wine... And when you came home, he hugged you, held you delicately like you were made of glass. You had a lovely dinner together, with sweet smiles and gentle kisses...
Until the two of you sat together, and Kaeya, lightly, rested his hand on your leg.
"I... Figure you're in a decently-good mood, right?"
You were, it was nice... but you were terrified about what he was going to ask.
"I wanted to you about something... why are you so... scared around me? I don't mind what you do, you can read what you want and do what you want, you don't need my approval for anything... except maybe sleeping with others, but..." He sighed, "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" He grabbed your hand, holding it with both of his own, "I want to make this right, I don't want you to be afraid of me."
...
How could you respond?
"I'm not afraid of you, I'm... just afraid. Old habits die hard, I guess," you laugh, but it's broken and forced--Kaeya does not laugh.
"Why?" He asked, voice low, "Are... is something threatening you? Blackmailing you? If you just tell me, I can fix it. I have my ways."
"No, it's... not blackmail." You tried to think of how to word it.
"If I may guess," he said, "Has someone... hurt you in the past?"
As you looked at him, eyes wide and vulnerable... he knew he hit the nail in the head.
Suddenly, you poured it all out.
How, everytime you did anything, even just looked at someone for too long, how he would yell at you, punish you for anything you did. Reading a book for your studies, he would threaten to burn it, you desperately having to convince him of its innocuous nature, hiding anything you wanted to keep safe.
How he'd scream for hours at a time, until his voice was hoarse and you were terrified he'd make good on his promises that you'd die by his hand.
As you spoke, Kaeya had only stopped looking at you for a single moment, to grab a box of tissues to set upon your lap, "Go on," he said, when you hesitated.
And, now you leaned against his shoulder, slumping... weak and exhausted. He, slowly, wrapped his arms around you, letting your head fall to his chest as he squeezed you close.
"I... I'm sorry. I truly am sorry, love,"
For a moment, he was quiet.
"I don't know how to help, but... I know someone you can talk to. Help you... Get through it. Therapy."
You lifted your head, looking at him with glassy eyes.
"Will you come with me?"
He hesitated.
"He's safe... But I'll go with you a few times until you can trust them, okay?"
You, weakly, nodded. "Okay."
"For now... Do you want to go to bed?"
Weakly, you smiled, "Only if you keep me safe from my nightmares."
Kaeya smiled back-"I'll do the best I can."
#genshin impact#diluc#childe#kaeya#kaeya x reader#diluc x reader#childe x reader#bark writes#angst#angsty bark#hurt and comfort#// took me awhile...
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ATEEZ MTL: Most likely to date a curvy Latina
This is requested by @mingisbride (sorry, tags ain’t working properly)
Most
Mingi
San
Yunho
Wooyoung
Hongjoong
Yeosang
Seonghwa
Jongho
Least
Explanation under the cut
Okay so, like with my previous ATEEZ MTL post, this would’ve been more for ranking how quickly or easily they would get into a relationship with someone who is culturally different (since I’m sure the boys would be with the person they really love no matter the differences). However, since that’s already been done, I’ll be focusing more on the body type. Again, just to reiterate, if they really love someone, they would be with them more for their personality than anything else. Also, upon looking back, I realise that it kinda turned into slight scenarios than cold-cut reasoning, and I slowly get carried away with each one... Sorry 😅😅.
That being said, the first one on here is Mingi. Can’t explain why, but he just gives me the vibes of someone loves warmth and comfort. Boy is a precious baby. From experience (’cause I’m curvy myself and I’ve been told this by my friends), curvy people are very huggable and we also give the best hugs too. So that warmth of being in someone’s arms would be something he would like to see in a partner--that comfort and love they can provide with such a simple yet intimate gesture. Simple answer, Mingi would be one of those love-sick people who would count the seconds until he could see you again--more importantly, have you in his arms again.
San. Second verse same as the first, because let’s be honest here; he’s also another precious bean. The only reason he’s lower than Mingi is because I feel like he isn’t as in-need of receiving that warmth and comfort since he provides quite a bit himself. San’s a giver--a lover, and an intense one at that. So I don’t think he’d be in as much need of it than Mingi, but he’d definitely wouldn’t mind at all. If anything, he would probably search for someone who’s as much of a giver as he is--someone who will give him bear-hugs at random times in the day, someone who would run their fingers through his hair when he’s stressed, someone who loves skinship as much as he does.
We’ve all seen Yunho’s hands. Look at how damn big they are. Would you ever expect me to believe that those hand’s don’t itch to have something to hold? No, you wouldn’t. Yunho just screams that person you see when you’re just chillin’ in public--the one who’s constantly holding onto their s/o’s waist, thighs, butt, hands--anything they can get their hands on (obviously, this should happen respectfully and must be okay with both parties involved). Yeah, that person that makes you want to puke and fawn at the same time and remind you that you’re so single it hurts--Yeah, that’s enough of that. Point it, being curvy would be the best thing for him because his hands just get very trigger-happy at the thought of feeling you in them. Again, being part of the Precious Bean Squad, he’d ask if it would be okay since he’s still very soft-hearted and doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.
Now, Wooyoung in my eyes is a playful lover, making him one of the affectionate types. He likes to hug, to grab, to hold (kinda like Yunho, but a lot more light-heartedly). He likes to throw his body on top of yours when you’re lying down, looking at your phone peacefully--too peacefully. Wooyoung is just as needy as the boys above, but what sets him apart is because of how playful he is. He’s not as much of a giver as San, nor is he in-need as Mingi, or grabby as Yunho, but he certainly loves to have fun with his s/o. Body type doesn’t matter as much to him since as long as he just enjoys being with you--most of the time that would include wrapping you in his arms or any other form of movement constrictions so you just stay with him and hear him ramble about his day (I don’t think you’d mind much though). Being curvy just makes the experience softer, and warmer.
Hongjoong, ma boi. I’m sure we all know how open-minded he is. Hongjoong sees the beauty in everything, not from looks but from personality. Be it skinny or curvy, as long as you’re a good person and your personalities compliment each other, he’d fall for you so fast you’d get whiplash. I’m not joking. Being curvy would have it’s own benefit though, since he would definitely need comfort after a long day(s) holed up in the studio, hunched over his computer like a man on a mission. Coming home to you, letting his tense, rigid body relax against your much softer one would be like having his own portable body pillow. He’d even bring you to the studio but it would end up with him being at war with himself to get some work done or the very tempting offer of relaxing with you.
And then there’s Yeosang. Lil baby is shy, there’s no doubt in that. And purely because of this, he’s lower than Hongjoong. He’s too afraid to get into a relationship--too shy around you to even consider that you might want to be in a relationship with him. With Yeosang, it takes time and patience. There’s something wired in him which makes him seem blunt and sarcastic when he actually wants to compliment you. For example, the thought “you look beautiful today” would translate to “you look decent”. He tries though, and that’s when you can see it; it’s when you realise that he’s not just a natural asshole, but just has some trouble communicating. But with you, he makes that extra effort because he knows about all the insecurities you get (especially about your body) and he’d much rather throw himself off the moon than hurt you (ignore the physics of gravity and space for me and just roll with the metaphor). Patience and a bit more communication is needed with him, but once you two are there, you’re set for life.
The meticulous Seonghwa is second-to-last because, honestly, it was process of elimination. Thinking on it, he’d be less shy than Yeosang, but he’d have a harder time with communication. He’s the Mum of the group and so out of habit he’d end up being your mother in the relationship. That is, until you show him that you have a mind of your own and have been able to look after yourself, especially being an ‘ethnic minority’ in the very western media. Being curvy had given you certain experiences (good and bad) that’s helped shape who you are inside and how you deal with things. Don’t get me wrong, being coddled by Seonghwa is nice, but you feel a bit of sympathy and would rather just help him relax instead. So, now I think I can put my finger on why I put him so low down; he’s apprehensive about being loved and cared for because loving and caring is all he can remember doing. Let him feel that it’s okay to hug you not just for you, but for him too. You’ve just got a lot more love to give than the average person.
Jongho is even shyer than Yeosang and even more of a tough cookie than Seonghwa. Personally, I see him as the kind of guy who’ll keep his thoughts of romance to himself and try to get on with life without causing too much hassle for the both of you. Problem is, he enjoys being with you, and you, him; it’s just sorta become something strange. Not quite lovers... not quite friends either. A best friend would be close but still, there’s a bit more passion, a bit more touchy-feely between the two of you (obviously consensual, ‘cause we love that jazz). After a long few hours in the gym, he’s thinking of going over to your place, of lying down on your sofa, your bed, and just breathing in the same scent that appears to be some sort of drug for his mind. Then he shakes his head and decided against bothering you this late at night, until you pop up behind the door he just opened--already knowing his schedule like the back of your hand--with a food bag of some of your ethnic food in one hand and your car keys in the other. It’s because you have this sense that he needs you today a little more than before, but at this point, you already know he’ll be just as closed off--especially when it comes to being with you. A stress reliever to him, you’ve come to understand, since you can’t help but feel the tension in his muscles melt away when his arms wrap so cosily around your body. Like they’re meant to be there.
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Can I please get a one shot of scrooge boozoo with an s/o who is an employee of his and completely oblivious to his feelings at first? I love your writing btw!!!
This. We want this. We need this. /pos
And thank you! I love wrtiting these so if other people enjoy them, I feel happy! ^^ /gen
Boozoos Ghosts Boozoo;; Clueless
You were currently helping Banny clean up Boozoo's shop. You were dusting the shelves whilst she was sweeping the floor. "Can I ask you something?" Banny spoke up, catching you off guard. "Of course! What is it?" You responded, still dusting the dirt and germs off the toys. There had been so many people here today that most of these toys probably carried a virus.
"Why do you think Mr. Boozoo is so nice to you?" She asked, which actually made you think for a moment. Why was he so nice to you? Just the other day he got you a desk chair (the spinny kind) because you had said your feet hurt. For Banny, he'd probably just tell her to suck it up and keep working. It was rather odd, now that you thought about it.
"Maybe he's more used to me? You two don't talk much, I try to talk to him frequently, if I'm honest. I just like his voice." You added the last bit as a few conversations you had with him slipped into your mind. His voice was actually very likeable. "I think it's more than that." Banny stated with a small laugh, as if she knew something you didn't.
You got worried, wondering if he was doing it to get rid of you. Would it make sense? Not entirely, but with Banny's phrasing, your mind didn't really register the possibilities.
Just as the conversation came to a close, Banny had knocked over a plate. The sound was loud, and it even made you jump a bit. "Oh dear- Banny, I got it, don't worry!" You stated quickly as you knelt to the floor and began picking up the glass shards.
"Banny? Did you break something-?" As Boozoo entered the room, he saw you knelt over picking up the mess, "-again..? What are you doing-?" He didn't sound annoyed at this rate, he sounded panicked; maybe even worried. "I accidentally dusted too hard and it fell over. You can take it out of my paycheck if you want, I can-" "Why on earth would I do that?" You were now surprised, as you had seen him take money out of Banny's paycheck multiple times over things like this.
"Because- Because I broke it?" You said rather confused, you were sure he'd be more upset. "Accidents happen. Here, I'll help clean it, I don't want you to get cut." He waved his hand dismissively before going to pick up the glass. You looked at Banny to see her not even being surprised, she just had a knowing smile then she went back to sweeping. What kind of reaction was that?
"I would also like to- ehm- talk to you. Privately. Soon." Boozoo stated after picking up the last of the glass and tossing it into the trash bin. "It's not anything bad, I'd bet." Banny whispered to you once Boozoo was out of earshot. "You think it's a raise?" You asked, wondering why you would get a raise of all things. Banny just laughed, "Oh, you'll see."
A few hours went by and the shop looked spotless. You said your goodbyes to Banny before heading to Boozoo's office. Were you worried? Of course you were. For all you knew, he could be firing you! Just the thought made your stomach drop. You loved it here! And you loved talking to Boozoo! You actually started to feel fuzzy and calm around him, you didn't want to loose that!
You sighed before entering his office where he seemed to just be twiddling his thumbs. "Oh! (Y/N)! Wonderful- take a seat!" His enthusiasm caught you off guard but it did ease your mind. You sat in the chair across from the desk, so you were right infront of Boozoo. "I- I wanted to- I've been wanting to ask you something-" Boozoo now seemed nervous, which was something that didn't usually happen. "Is everything okay?" You asked, now getting worried. "Yes, yes, everything- everything is fine." He sighed and went silent for a minute.
"I want to take you out. To dinner. As a date. Sometime." He stated, looking incredibly flustured as he did. "I- What? I'd love to go, don't get me wrong, but this is sudden." You admitted, smiling a bit as calmness swept over you. "I- Really? I thought I was being obvious? Maybe I should've gotten you something more expensive?" He wondered. "No! No no no, that's not it at all! I just didn't know you liked me in that way! I mean- I think I like you in that way too, but that's- that's a whole commitment and I don't know if you actually like me or-"
"(Y/N), you're the most wonderful thing I've ever laid eyes on. I would know. Just like I would know if I loved you or not, and I do." Boozoo interrupted, now standing and walking over to you. "I- Okay, fair point. Just don't feel like you have to show love through gifts, I'm fine with kisses and hugs! Honestly, I think they're better." You stated, now standing as well.
"If that's the case," Boozoo paused as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, "Do I have permission to kiss you?" He asked, looking smug. "Y'know what," you paused getting as close to his face as you could without kissing, "I'd like that."
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