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pettyprocrastination · 2 years

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MORE ABOUT LILLIAN AND MICAH PLS must have been so hard to be a single mom but if your baby is the antichrist? OOF any related incidents from when Micah was a baby?

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HI STORM ANON :D

Poor Lillian blew through babysitters like nobody's business. Usually it would be some kind girl fresh out of highschool who would tensely but politely say that she would no longer be able to offer her services to Micah, but wished Lillian the best before getting into her car and speeding off. Lillian just blamed it on them being teens, cause kids are flakey like that, you know?

And Micah is a picky little thing. Since Lillian had no family to rely on (they disowned her the moment she told them she was pregnant) He only knows Lillian. In his little baby brain the world is split into two types of people His mama and those who are not his mama. He only likes the first, of course. This means that when Lillian calls in a sitter for the times she has to work the night shift? its tantrum o'clock.

I like to think that Micah's tantrums cause..unease within his babysitters. His shrieking as he kicks and whines begins to pick at their brains like a rusty screw until their heart begins to beat and their throat feels tight as if they know something horrible is about to him. As time goes on, it almost sounds as if his voice begins to turn, warping and cracking until his wails no longer sound human but something akin to a banshee and all they wants to do is scratch at their own ears until they reach the bone.

But then he goes quiet. His cries die down to a soft whimper in his crib and the sitter feels a moment of relief as they walk down the hall away from his nursery.

And then he begins to speak.

Baby speak, of course. Just nonsensicle babbles and coos that has no meaning or discerning dialect to them, but they come out in a steady stream before pausing, and then beginning once more.

As if he's speaking to someone.

The poor girl, who just wanted to make some quick cash while doing her biochemistry homework slowly creeps down the hall, listening to his gurgles and shouts while holding her breathe.

His little laugh echoes through the apartment and in any other situation she would smile at the sound of a child's joy.

But instead, as she peeks her head around the corner and into his room, she feels her heart leap into her throat.

There's no light on, she had turned it off in a hope to get him to stop crying- overstimulation and all that. But the light from the hall bleeds into the room enough that she can see him sitting up in his crib, laughing and clapping with a gummy smile she hadn't seen yet before that entire night.

His little hands reach up and out toward the shadows, tiny fingers balling up into fists and then releasing as he began to kick his legs and squirm in his crib. As a girl who had taken care of children for years on end, she knew it as the universal baby sign for "pick me up pretty please"

but Micah wasn't facing her. He was facing corner of his room where the light did not reach.

She watches the wall with narrowed eyes. Trying to discern some moving shadow or figure or a flash of eyes within the darkness, but finds nothing.

It would almost be comforting to see an intruder. Human. Flesh and Blood. It would be less frightening than the feeling of dread filling her chest as she stares at the corner of the room and sees nothing, yet feels as if she's being watched.

But Micah is ever so perceptive for his age (something Lillian feels incredibly proud of) and feels himself being watched, he turns his head to find the babysitter standing in the doorway, watching him and his friend who does not like the intrusion on their play time.

She holds her breath. For a moment they simply watch each other in silence.

But then, his sweet little face begins to scrunch up, just as it did the moment his mother left just three hours ago before this night of hell began. The poor girl only makes it two feet into his nursery, arm reaching out to his crib when he begins to whimper-

the lights cut off the moment his cry pierces through the air.

#ask #asks #the antichrist wears spiderman bandaids #this actually helped me figure out an idea for a backstory scene i needed lillian to have so thank you!!!#a <3 traumatizing event <3 with a babysitter is going to occur in their old apartment to be used as a motive for why lillian even accepted #the estate and moved her and micah into it so quickly #its just the devil watching over lil micah while you work. co-parent household for the win lmao .#for the most part he wont like. hurt them particularly. usually just physoclogical trauma and scaring them off to never come again #but if they are mean to his sweet little bundle of joy he will <3 maim them <3 #anyways THANK YOU BABES so sorry this is rushed and unedited but i got a burst from this mwuah mwuah mwuah #storm anon #lets talk about themmMMMMM

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omgthatdress · 5 months

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The Importance of Studying Queerness in Context.

When studying queer history, one always has to keep in mind two seemingly contradictory things: firstly, that queerness and queer people have always existed, but at the same time, that queerness and queer identities have not always existed the way they exist today.

Modern queer terms and identities did not exist to queer people in the past. They would not have thought of themselves as "gay" or "trans" or even "queer." While these modern terms may seem to fit certain historic individuals, these individuals would not have thought of themselves as such, and it would not be a part of their lived experience. To apply the modern identities of queerness to history is to erase the lives and experiences of queer people in history, and care must always be taken to understand queer history within the context of its time.

When looking at queer history online, there is a *lot* of misinformation and misidentification out there simply because people are eager to apply modern queerness to history, often in places where it doesn't belong.

A lot of old photos get misidentified as gay because they show two people of the same sex showing some level of physical affection towards each other. Okay, I'll admit that the open-mouth kissing photobooth pictures are probably actually gay, but an old picture of two men or two women holding hands or with their arms around each other, or even kissing on the cheek, were common shows of platonic affection.

I hate to break everyone's gay little hearts, but without explicit documentation saying so, assuming that these couples are all gay is putting modern queer identity in places where it simply didn't exist. The women in the final picture are sisters. The "not married" boys are bachelors interested in marrying women.

In the silent film Wings, the emotional climax of the film comes in the form of a kiss exchanged between the characters played by Jack Powell and David Armstrong. It often gets attributed as the first gay kiss in cinema history, even on the fucking YouTube clip I found:

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Except it isn't gay. The two men spend the whole film fighting over who gets to be Clara Bow's boyfriend. When Richard Arlen's character is fatally wounded, his dear friend rushes to his side and kisses him goodbye, because in the 1920s, that was considered the ultimate show of friendship. The movie ends with Jack Powell falling in love with Clara Bow.

Similarly, a kiss shared between Lillian and Dorothy Gish in the 1921 movie Orphans of the Storm often gets attributed as being queer, but it wasn't.

They were sisters playing sisters. None of this was considered unusual.

Pooh-poohing on all of these images that so many people on the internet breathlessly and joyously laud as proud gay history isn't fun. It makes me feel like I'm fucking Ben Shapiro. But if misinformation is allowed to flourish, it allows people like Ben Shapiro to come in and make the argument that queerness is a modern invention and queer people didn't exist in the past.

Everyone loves to see queerness represented in history, but the fact is that none of the stuff in this post would have been seen as explicitly gay and thus shouldn't be called gay today. If we are to understand queer history in its fullness and richness, it is absolutely crucial that we get it right. We owe it to our queer ancestors to recognize, honor, and not embellish the actual lives they lived.

#queer history #gay history #lgbt history #queer #gay #lgbt #Youtube

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ghostbsuter · 7 months

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Can be read as a continuation of this

.・゜-: ✧ :-

It's been a few weeks, really, since the day he met his biological father.

The oversized hoodie drowned him, a perfect haven while he waits near the entrance to arkham asylum.

The whole week rushed by after the event. His mom, wonderful, black belt, kickass mom had fretted over him the whole time, messaging his therapist not long after and getting an appointment.

His dad had been clingy, giving him bear hugs left and right, it felt nice. Jazz hadn't let him out of her sight for one moment, always searching, always studying.

Man, he loved his family.

"Are you going to visit him?" The gruff voice of Batman asks, and danny shrieks, jumping away as he looks at the vigilante with wide eyes.

"Oh Ancients—! Don't scare me like that!" Danny scolds, hand over his chest and breathing hard.

He can feel the amusement wafting off of Batman. Or something.

Huffing, the child leans against the brickstone pillar holding the gate again.

"No," he ends up answering. "I'm not here to visit... him."

Batman listens quietly, simply standing next to him. He doesn't pressure nor demand anything. If danny thinks more of it, he might get a headache.

"My sister is an intern in Arkham, we're gonna have dinner with Harley and Ivy today." A shrug, and the wind lovingly pushes him.

"Good." The man states, he hesitates a moment before he stretches his arm out towards danny, opening his hand and showcasing the items.

First is a lollipop, famous for being handed over to children after being saved by the bat himself. Second is a pin, in the shape of Batman's signature bat, it had a red button on the other side however.

"It's an emergency alert, in case anything like this happens again." Is quickly explained and Danny takes them, if not a bit tense.

He is unused to the trust the man shows him despite how short their time was spent together. Danny wonders if the bat already snooped around.

"Thanks—"

"Danny!"

His head snaps to the gate opening, brightening up as Jazz runs through and hugs him.

"Jazz!" He eagerly hugs back, thank looks up at her.

"You gotta meet Bat—" He trails off when they turn to the empty spot next to the pair, wind rustling leaves just as he finished. "man..."

Damn batman.

Danny huffs and tugs at Jazz's jacket. "Nevermind then, c'mon let's get a nice present before we visit harley."

Simply bringing her up seems to have Jazz excited. "I still can't believe we're having dinner with THE Dr. Harleen Quinzel!!!"

"And her wife."

"aND THE Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley!!!"

Her enthusiasm is rubbing off on him, he grins, hooking up his arm around hers, and they're skipping towards town, laughing like maniacs.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #look batman is paranoid #danny “i went from two mentally ill villains to crazy scientists” fenton: im fine #batman: are u sure #he was legot concerned when he got the notif that danny was at arkham #its alr now tho #just his sister #look he gave danny a emergency alarm button thing cuz he holds harley as a dear friend #even if he and her will never be mother and son #the least he can do is give him a hand if he ever needs it #jazz will and would've broke jokers neck if arkham crew wasnt aware shes the sister of jokers kid and shes hella protective #THIS IS ALL PRE-ACCIDENT #Danny is TODDLER shaped #10-13 years #he still got few months before hell #if harley was aware he was back in gotham she would have killed the joker before he knew of his son #bruce alr knows everything abt danny #the moment danny hits 15 hes sending the internship to wayne enterprises in the astronomy wing

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hollyhoneybear · 7 months

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【 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 】 - being athy's big sister

remember, requests are open !

Athanasia was very weary of you, at first.

In Lovely Princess, you were an impartial character. You treated both Athanasia and Jennette the same, never favoring one more than the other.

At first, you did speak out agaist the claims of Athanasia poisoning Jennette. However, when the fake evidence was presented, you could only side with the law.

The novel didn't expand much on your personally.. You were just Jennette's beloved big sister, and Claude's first daughter.

So she was surprised when almost every day, without fail, you would come running to her nursery, begging whatever maid that was half-hazardly watching Athy to let her play with you.

Although only a few years older than Athy, you did more than the maids every did (aside from Lillian, of course). You happily bottle fed her, read her books, played toys with her.

Still, Athy kept her guard up with you. You'd think she's cute now.. but when Jennette comes along, you'd leave her side just like in the novel.

...

At 10 years old, your little sister was 5. After your persistant efforts, Athy had slowly let down her guard around you. It was alright to relax for now.. right?

Your days before Claude were blissful. You'd sneak Athy chocolates, bake sweets together while the maids gushed over how cute you both were. You'd spend hours in the flower fields braiding wildflowers.

At some point, you basically began living in the ruby palace. You'd crawl into bed with Athy at night, holding her against you as Lily read you both a bed time story.

Every single night a kiss was placed on her small forehead, and you both slept soundly in each other's company.

But that changed when Claude appeared.

...

Both something that you and Athy could agree on was that Claude was.. unknown to you both. He wasn't exactly a good father to either of you.

Still, you saw the opportunity for your family to become closer, so you jumped at the chance!

Every day you were in Claude's office begging him to have a tea party with Athy and her.

Every day you would ask for a bit of money to get Athy a gift - and then of course, suggest he should get her one as well.

Slowly, over time, you three bonded and became closer (even if Athy didn't want to admit it).

When Athy started drowning that one day, Claude watched as you nearly jumped in after her. But he grabbed you by your ankle before you could jump in, instead fishing his hand in to get her out himself.

That surprised you both. You were excited, while Athy was freightened.

Things really changed when Athy had that near-death scare, though. You three were having one of your usual tea parties, when Athy started spitting up blood.

The last thing she saw was you rushing to her side, and Claude staring at you both in shock.

...

After that incident, everything changed. Well - things stayed similar. You three had tea, ate dinner together, went on boating trips. But things just felt.. different.

You both could see the way Claude looked at you two had changed. You were cherished. And while you weren't super caught off guard about it, Athy certainly was.

Every day you were carrying her to Claude's office, and spent almost the whole day in there coloring, playing, or talking to Claude.

Claude started giving you both gifts.

When you appeared at his office one day with Athy, dressed in these adorable matching outfits Lily got for you both, Claude nearly choked at how cute his daughters were.

You three were getting closer, as if you were a real family.. and Athy felt like she could finally, really, relax.

...

As you both got older, your dynamic changed a little, but you were stiill very close.

You helped Athy with everything for her debutante. Choosing decorations, jewelery, makeupstyles to do, dresses to wear, you were involved in every step. And she couldn't have loved it more!

Compared to Athanasia's original debutante, the event didn't feel like an upcoming battlefield, but instead a day to celebrate with her family ....in front of a bunch of nobles, but we'll skip that.

She insisted that you were a dress that matched her's somewhat.

As a teenager, she's much more protective over you. Her darling, angelic older sister, she couldn't just let someone take advantage of you!

Definitely starts getting jealous when you start spending more time with your friends, or your lover.

Despite her fears, you never "left her side" for Jennette. You were always cordial towards her, but Athy was always your first priority.

When Jennette's identity was eventually revealed, despite the ongoing turmoils, you tried to act like family to Jennette, but that sister bond with Athy was a bit different.

And even if it was a little selfish.. she was immensely greatful for that. You were the only person to be on her side since day one.

You were always there during the hardest times for Athy. Even when she ran away, she couldn't bare to see you in distress, so she would visit you every night and keep you updated.

On one occasion, she snuck you out to meet Jennette..

..And it was wonderful! You three spent the night drinking tea, eating cute cookies, and chatting the night away.

It relieved you that, even though Athy wasn't home, she was still safe.

...

By the time Claude got his memories back, you three had the strongest relationship you'd ever had before.

You were.. a real family.

After everything with Anastacius was over, the topic of inheritance came about.

You were, by a good few years, the eldest.. and therefore, the rightful heir to the throne.

You expressed right away that you'd love for Athy to become Empress. But that's where she stops you!!

You've done everything for her in this life. If you weren't here.. she wasn't sure if she'd even be alive, let alone in Obelia.

So after much deliberating, it was agreed that you would be the next Empress of the Obelian Empire.

...Which meant, you had to hang out with Athy a lot less. It was torture for you both.

The bright side was that Athy got to involve herself in all aspects of the planning. She wanted you to have the best coronation, so she deemed herself in charge of the matter, along with Claude of couse. But she'd act like the boss because it's Athy

She helped you pick out a dress, decide on the hairstyle. You two spent countless nights doing makeovers on each other, because she wanted to try different makeup styles on you, and you wanted to try similar looks on her so that you were matching on the special day.

When the day came.. it was magcial.

You were surrounded by your loving little sister, your proud father, the friends you had made, and the empire that adored you.

Although Athy wasn't going to be Empress, you made sure to communicate to her that you two would stay as close as you always had.

Despite her original fate, Athanasia had earned her place of ultimate safety and happiness; right by her big sister's side.

#kind of a experiment post??#I didn't intend for it to be this long #it was supposed to be general headcanons but then I got carried away ToT #wmmap #who made me a princess #wmmap jennette #who made me a princess jennette #suddenly became a princess one day #whomademeaprincess #wmmap athanasia #wmmap fanfic #wmmap x reader #who made me a princess x reader #manhwa x reader #manhwa fanfic #claude de alger obelia

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 1 month

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I really wanna do something where the reveal rift/post crisis stuff and the harunel serum coincide. With some witchery and Red Daughter thrown in for flavor. Its been percolating for a little bit, and since I'm trying to focus on the firefighter cop au, I'm going to word vomit some stuff here to get it out of my brain.

Basically, Lena and Kara have their falling out, and Kara leaves Lena to be a villain. Except Non Nocere doesn't happen and Lena just wants to get on top of her shit again. Like, Lex is a dick who doesn't deserve to be alive, so why would she just sit there and suffer his smarminess? She's not on his side, she's not on Supergirl's side-- she's on her own damn side.

Except Lex anticipates that, so he has Otis grab her and he sticks Lena in a Kaznian lab where they're experimenting with the harun-el serum, trying to see if they can use it to imbue humans with kryptonian powers without sacrificing control or turning them into monsters, right? It involves long and slow exposure, so they strap Lena down, stick her full of needles, and get to work.

But Red Daughter finds out, and though Lex gives her some bullshit about trying to help Lena, she doesn't quite buy into it. She can't bring herself to act directly against Lex, but she can't stand by while Lena is in agony.

So she goes to Mama Luthor.

Posing as Kara Danvers, she pointedly asks Lillian if she knows what Lex is doing, or what he has planned. She asks Lillian if she knows where her daughter is.

Which is how Lillian discovers that Lena is no longer in National City, and she tracks her children down to the Kaznian lab. She finds her way in and locates Lena-- and she is horrified by what she sees. Lena strapped to a table with a dozen needles puncturing into deep tissue, drugged and groggy and helpless. She's there when the next round of injections hits, and sees the agony as Lena screams and struggles against her bonds.

When the effects fade enough for Lena to go slack, Lillian immediately gets to work freeing her. She helps Lena off the table and supports her all the way back to helicopter she arrived in, shooting down any guard who tries to get in their way.

Lillian only knows one place Lena might be safe from Lex-- the Tower. The Superfriends open their pounding door to find Lillian standing there with Lena all but unconscious against her. Kara is of course horrified, and brings them in immediately. When she asks what happened, Lillian snaps "maybe you should tell me, Supergirl, as it was you who brought the situation to my attention."

Kara is utterly confused. "What? I haven't seen since before the end of the world" etc. Lillian glares at her.

"Well if it wasnt you, who was it?"

At that point, Red Daughter touches down on the balcony.

"It was me."

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Once Red Daughter explains what she knows, they hunker down and wait for Lex. Its not long before a situation pulls them all from the Tower, and only when its over do they realize it was a ploy to get Lena alone.

They rush back to the Tower to find Lex's helicopter on the roof, and two goons already in the process of dragging a limp, hooded Lena to the waiting chopper while Lex oversees the operation from inside his Lexosuit. He is not at all surprised-- or concerned-- to see them.

He holds them all at bay while the helicopter takes off with Lena inside it. But as the aircraft rises higher into the sky, a strange pressure starts to build. Suddenly, a flash of purple heat vision slices through the helicopter from the inside out. It starts to spiral toward the ground, its crash inevitable.

"Go!" Kara shouts to Red Daughter, who zips over and manages to snatch Lena from the helicopter before it hits the ground. She lands with Lena cradled in her arms, except Lena is no longer limp-- no longer helpless.

Rising slowly, the odd pressure in the air continues to build as Lena opens her eyes to reveal her green eyes have gone completely black. Around her, every loose pebble, twig, and gravel on the roof starts to shake, humming with that same pressure. The detritus on the roof starts to lift into the air, hovering from thousands of invisible strings-- the strange energy charging the air is clearly coming from Lena.

She turns towards her brother, who has paused in his struggle against Supergirl to watch the pinnacle of his creation. It's strange, though-- matter manipulation wasn't a reported effect of the harun-el.

Just as he sees the moment of Kara's similar distraction for Lena, Lex turns and winds back to strike. The energy in the air seems to snap, and every bit of floating debris shoots straight towards Lex, with enough force to pierce skin and hull alike. It shreds the lexosuit to gaping, jagged metal-- but thats not enough.

The energy in the air starts to build again, but this time it's centered directly overtop Lex, pressing down and down until metal groans and rends, and Lex starts to heave for breath under the immense pressure.

That's when Kara comes back to herself. "Lena! Lena, stop!"

Lena doesn't seem to hear. All of her attention is on Lex, and when Kara edges closer, she sees that in the center of Lena's black eyes, purple irises glint expressionlessly in the sun.

"Lena, listen to me! I know you're in there! Please, you don't want to do this."

Kara moves to stand between Lena and her brother, intent on breaking Lena's intense eye contact with Lex, but Lena's head tilts to maintain it. Only then does Kara risk reaching out to touch her, turning Lena's face to look at her instead.

"I know you're in there," Kara says firmly. "And I need you to listen to me. Killing him might be the answer-- but it doesn't have to be *your* answer. This choice will destroy. It already almost did. So I am asking you, as my friend, to stop."

The last causes Lena to falter. She blinks, and Kara hears Lex gulp down a large breath as the pressure eases slightly. That's it.

"Yes," Kara coaxes. "Come on. Come back to us. Come back to me, Lena. Please."

Slowly, the black in Lena's eyes fade to their natural whites-- but the purple remains. Behind Kara she hears the Lexosuit clang uselessly againsy the roof as it collapses, Lex still trapped inside as he wheezes. Lena stares at Kara, blinking almost drunkenly in the sun.

"Kara..."

Kara issues a tearful laugh of relief, and throws her arms around Lena, hugging her close.

"Yes," she says, her chin wobbling. "I'm here, Lena."

Lena slowly lifts her arms to embrace her back, still dazed.

"Thank you," Kara murmurs. "Thank you for hearing me."

#supercorp #harunel meets red daughter meets rift meets witch #bc what would have happened if Lenas witchiness had interacted with the harunel serum #i have questions #i wanna explore this #just dunno when #im posting and then putting a reblog in my drafts to come back to later

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hotvintagepoll · 3 months

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Alice Roberts (Pandora's Box)—I dunno if she was a star per se but she did this groundbreaking lesbian role in a very groundbreaking 1920 movie and she won my heart while doing so. And his 1920's butch style is on pointtt

Lillian Gish (The Wind, Broken Blossoms)—Known as "The First Lady of American Cinema," Lillian Gish was an Academy Award nominated actress that actually began her career as a child actor onstage in theater plays. She was a prominent actress during the silent film era and her ethereal beauty made her one of the most popular actresses of the time/ She was a favorite leading lady of famous director D.W. Griffith, starring in several of his films, including the controversial Birth of a Nation. She was known to go to extremes in preparing for roles, such as sustaining permanent nerve damage in her fingers on one hand after filming a scene in Way Down East where she fainted on an ice floe and kept her hand partially submerged in the frigid water. Her screams during the famous closet scene of Broken Blossoms were supposedly so realistic and horrific that tale has it that bystanders outside the studio had to be stopped from rushing in to help. She is listed on AFI's list of the greatest female stars of classic American Cinema and was awarded several honors during her career.

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

3/3/2024 EDIT: there has been a lot of discussion on this poll that I'm currently examining. Please read the propaganda carefully and weigh your options before voting.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Lillian Gish propaganda:

"I love her just. So so much."

"Was in (arguably) the first movie ever and yeah it was a crap movie but still. Also watch her in Broken Blossoms, man can she ACT (and if an actress is good at her craft it does in fact make me more horny for her)"

"she's literally everything to me i'm not even kidding. quite LITERALLY called the First Lady of American Cinema, she was a damn pioneer of silent movies and acting. she wrote! she directed! she is exactly what i think a fairy would look like actually. she slayed in The Wind. i mean. look at Her"

#lillian gish #alice roberts #[editor's note: i would call birth of a nation more than controversial. i would not consider it a career highlight.]#hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 1

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multifandomfanatic02 · 4 months

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"You didn't know, pt.1"

Pairing: Alastor x fem!OC?? (pulled the name out of a hat honestly)

Warning: mentions of r*pe, detailed murder,

Summary: it was never mentioned as to why Alastor turned to murder. Maybe it could have been because he lost someone important to him? Who knows really?

a/n: I tried my best to stick to Alastor's character and respect his sexuality. If you think this needs any improvement or if you have some kind criticism, please let know! And if this liked enough I'll make a part two! (itsbeentwelveyearssinceihavewrittenanythingpleasebenice)

Spring of 1915

Alastor had been a victim of his mother's matchmaking since he was seventeen. Seven dates have been attempted in 5 years total.

No, he was more focused on his occupation as a writer. What Alastor was truly in love with, the smooth jazz that blessed his ears, to the dancing, the books. He was clearly an art enthusiast. And there was one artist's work he admired more than anything. Lillian Fletcher. She was a high position in a very popular magazine and newspaper. Decided what was trendy and what wasn't. While her job is more in the line of sales, Lillian's colleagues agree to let her put her own articles in them. They get hella cash flow.

Crazy as it is, no one has seen what she looked like. When conferences with celebrities happen, it's like she's there in spirit and the articles just show up in the papers one day. I guess you could say it's what Alastor admired about Lillian, she was obviously a humble woman. Someone who cared about her work as much as he did his. Even more so loved the same things he did.

A special night was approaching, Alastor was going to join the press as a journalist for a conference. Even get to do an interview with the famous guest. It was such a grand occasion, he wore his best suit. A black suit rimmed with red buttons and red seams around the collar and of course a red dress shirt underneath. Took the breath away from most of the women that glanced at him during the little shindig.

"Look at my handsome little man, I'm so proud of you, mon cœur." Alastor's mother beams at him with pride, rubbing her fingers against his cheek. He grabs her hand and guides her to the bar.

"Thanks mama, I'm really glad you get to be here with me tonight. Can't imagine anyone else to spend this night with, I mean that." Her eyes start to swell as tears spill out of them. He chuckles wiping them away with the back of his hand. The lights finally begin to dim and the guest comes out on stage. "It's time mama, I need to join the crowd." Alastor unpockets his pen and pad and walks to the chaos of the press unfolding before him.

2 hours gone by and he gets maybe 3 questions out of him. This guest isn't particularly nice. He's obviously rushing the journalist and being very um.. kind of an asshole with his replies. Then again it was to be expected from this one. It's why he's Alastor first real job after all.

"Can you please answer respectfully for once? Stop being an ass to the people who will write your story one day." Everything goes quiet and all heads turn to the back of the crowd. A woman.

"Who are you to speak to me that way, slut." He says giving her a disdainful expression.

"I apologize sir, I just want to know as to why you treat everyone like garbage."

"Miss.. does your husband know you are here." He scoffs, taken aback by the woman's comment.

"I am not married, sir." Her eyes are stoic, there's no signs of kidding on her face.

"That explains a lot. No one wants a woman with a mouth like that.. anyhow, ma'am I think you are done here. Guards! See to it that this.. woman.. leaves the building." He snaps his fingers calling the guards over.

Everyone in the crowd obviously disgusted by attitude. Who gave her the right to talk to HIM that way. Only one pair of eyes saw her differently than anyone else. Alastor. She was glorious. He has never seen someone so beautiful in AND out like this before. The woman wore a royal blue drop-waist dress made of silk and velvet with beads and tiers. Thick mid length hair pinned up in a bob, in attempt to keep it all in place. Pearls adorned her neck beautifully.

He walked out the building following loosely behind, his hand rubbing the back of his neck briefly.

"Are you alright, miss?" He speaks softly to her, trying to not speak the woman.

"Ah yes, thank you, I apologize for my behavior back there. You didn't have to come after me." She hugs her arms and paces back and forth, irritation clearly visible on her face.

"I believe it was very much needed. He certainly needed to be put in his place. Who better than you." Alastor's lips grew into a soft grin. She stopped pacing finally taking a really good look at him. Handsome, is all she thought. "May I ask for your name?" He bent down grabbing her hand kissing the back of it.

A blush flooded her face from her cheeks to the tips of the ears. "L-Lillian Fletcher... and you are?" He looked up in shock to her response, clearing his throat.

"My name is Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite a pleasure indeed!" His smile turned into a starstruck expression. "So you are the Lillian Fletcher that works for the magazine?!" She nodded nervously as Alastor struggled to keep his cool. "I love your articles and sales pitches! It's what inspired me to shoot my shot with an actual job in journalism. I've been writing for as long as I can remember."

"I'm so glad to hear that, my job is my everything. I'm very passionate about it." Her hand hovers over her mouth to hide her giggle.

"Say, Ms. Fletcher, would you like to have dinner with me?" He holds out his arm for her to take as she gladly accepts, wrapping her hand around it with a smile.

"Call me Lili."

Summer of 1917

"How do I look, mama?" Lillian looked at her future mother in law, holding back her tears. Her knuckle grazed under her eyes to keep from ruining the makeup. The dress she wore was an ivory colored low v-neck dress full of lace and the sleeves were nothing but loose tassels. The most gorgeous wedding dress you'd have ever seen. Her hair was neatly curled and pinned up, feathered boa wrapped around her back and arms, elbow length silk gloves, a string of pearls around the neck, and finally a flower crown. Never has someone looked so elegant.

Alastors hands ran through his hair pacing around in the dressing room. No way was this perfect day about to happen for him. He never thought that one day he'd be married. Alastor has always kept to himself, never found anyone attractive enough. He believed the romance life wasn't for him. While it's partly true, he surely was in love deeply. However both agreed that they never wanted children. Never thought they needed to have intimacy to have love. It would be the perfect life with their work, passions and each other of course.

"Ooo honey, you are looking handsome. Can't wait for you to see Lillian. She's glowing." She says letting herself into his room. She walks towards and pulls him down by the collar to fix his bow tie. "My baby boy, finally getting married."

"Thank you mama, for everything. I'll be sure to pass on your jambalaya recipe to her." He snickers, getting a whack in the arm from her.

"Don't start with me now, boy, you're never to old for a whoopin. You hear me?"

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The wedding has started in the chapel and everyone takes their seats. Alastor already tearing up from the band playing music. His fingers fidgeting with eachother in front of him. His bride in all her glory walking down the aisle as if she was a star in the sky.

They took each other's hands holding their breaths as the priest gets through his speech. The wedding was very simple and short event. Due to both groom and bride's status, it was best to keep it a secret and only allow close family. Meaning Alastor's mom and their pet black cat.. Lucifer.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." That moment lasted for what felt like forever.

Winter of 1928.

Eleven years have passed, both are 34 years of age and their relationship has nothing but flourished since they were married.

Lillian has retired from her life of writing for the public to devote herself to her husband. It's been peaceful and life has never felt better. Alastor on the other hand was promoted to radio host as soon as they were being sold to consumers. It's one thing to write it all out on paper but another to broadcast his interviews and music live to listeners with similar interests. It was... a thrill to him. He and his wife have became quite the team on radio. She often helps him figure out pitches to his audience to boost it.

"Al dear, don't you think it's time for bed?" Lillian's hands wrapped around his neck and ran down his chest, leaning down enough to place a kiss on his head. "You've been working on next week's interview all day. Time to rest, darling."

He sighs and squeezes her hand before nodding. "Alright mon amour." He stands up dragging his feet to their shared bed, tucking each other in. Lillian stroked his hair in hopes to bring him some comfort. He pulls her into his chest. "I will never love anyone other than you. You are mine for eternity."

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"Why haven't you told me about this before?!"

"I just didn't want you to worry about it.. you've got a big show coming up soon."

"Hate to break it to you, darling, but someone stalking you is a lot more important to me than a damn show!" Lillian silenced herself, looking away from Alastor's gaze. "I'm staying home."

"No! You can't! That show is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"YOU are my one opportunity! If something happened to you.. I would go Insane." He gripped her shoulders tightly.

"Fine.. Let's make a deal, Al dear. You stay at home all week, but on the day of your show, we take extra precautions to the house and you go. After that you can stay home as much as you want." Lillian says in a serious tone and holds out her hand.

"Deal."

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The day had finally come and both were feeling nervous. In truth, neither of them wanted Alastor to leave. But with the extra precautions in the house, there was no point in staying home. She was right, this chance will never come again.

The stalker in question had done this sort of thing to several women in the past, many of which had simply gone missing. The ones that were found had been abused and stabbed in the spine causing paralysis, and yes, dead. What a horrific way to die, they both thought. So far there have been 6 victims.

"Are you ready, dear?" Lillian asks helping his coat on. Alastor's expression looking out of place. He was scared and couldn't look her in the eyes, fearing it could be the last time he sees them.

"Are you sure you can't come with me?" He grabs her hand and holds it to his chest. His heart beat a mile a minute.

"You know I'm not allowed there anymore. Or have you forgotten?" She chuckles in attempt to comfort her husband. Obviously not working. Alastor was heartbroken, the only thing he could think of now was to hurry up and get his show done and over with so he can come home. Almost like it wasn't important anymore.

"I've got you a gift." He pulled out a velvet box from his pocket. Lillian took the box and opened it, revealing a locket. 'Mon amour'. She opened it up to see a picture of them on their wedding day. Happy as can be. "No matter what happens know that you are the most important thing in my life." She smiled up at him and gave him a big hug before thanking him. It's beautiful.

"Time to go, my darling." She gives him one last passionate kiss before pushing his butt out the door and locking it. It was cruel to do that however, if it dwelled on it any longer he'd surely break his promise. In reality, she was panicking about being left alone. For good reason...

Alastor's body finally relaxed after 4 hours of his show, it was the most enjoyable one so far. Interviewing the mayor, he was a lot nicer than expected and obviously cared for his people. It wasn't until one of the new journalists came barging in that everything changed.

"Uh oh we've got some breaking news! A new victim of the killer. Our seventh victim is the magazine writer and trend-setter, Lillian Lili?!..." He held his breath as a lump formed in his throat. Immediately getting up, turning on his heels, and hurrying out of the building. His hands were shaking in hopes that she was at the very least still alive. Maybe this was a different situation.

Police and the press had already arrived hours before. Pushing through the crowd, a policeman placed a hand on his chest to keep him at bay.

"Are you Mrs. Lillian's husband?" The policeman asked. Alastor's glared down at the man keeping him away from his wife. "I'm afraid I have to tell you that she was killed. I cannot let you go on further for your own good."

"H-How did this happen.. the house was covered in as many locks as we could find! Wood bolted to the windows and-"

"It was not a break in, sir. He had been living in your cellar for what may have been... a week?." Alastor's color drained from his face. In the cellar? He had locked his wife in there with that criminal?

He pushed past the policeman and ducked under the police tape. No one stopped him in time before he saw the scene unfold in front of him. Just like the other women. She had been assaulted and puddles of blood ran from her back. Alastor drops to his knees and grips his hair, crying hysterically. Something snapped within him. His cries suddenly turned into insane laughter. It appalled everyone. He goes over and picks her up and cradles her lifeless body in his own. The blood staining his clothes.

"You can't do that! This is a crime scene! You can't mess with evidence. It belongs to the police department!" The police officer yelled at him. Alastor said nothing continuing to hold her. He knew what to do..

Winter of 1933

̷̍̇̄̐̂̏͊̒̈́ "Breaking News! We have an update on Paul Benjamin. You know the one serial killer who has had an open case for 20 years. Well.. HE'S DEAD HAHAHAHA!" Alastor beat on his desk laughing before clearing his throat. "I apologize for my outburst, it just about time it happened don't y'all agree?" He said calming down and wiping the tears from his eyes. "I wonder who's next on this antihero's list."

It had been 5 years since Lillian's death. While he is working through the pain, his methods to cope is questionable. Four years ago Alastor had decided he wanted to deal with his wife's murderer himself. A year of following his movements and actions eventually paid off. A new addiction emerged to the surface. How easy it was to pierce human skin, to the screams of misery and pain. It was such an amazing feeling. Why stop there? There are people who deserve the same. Nine monsters.. nine people killed by Alastor's hand. Each deeply researched and carefully chosen.

The walk back home from the studio was peaceful. Nothing could make this night better. Many horrors have been removed from the streets of New Orleans thanks to him. Thankfully he was never suspected in any of them. Alastor was very particularly careful how he handled them. Every single seeming to be an accident or su**ide. To the public, it was almost like a miracle. But to the criminals themselves, they knew. Who was next on this mastermind's list? Paranoia set in to them all.

"Ahh what a day my dear, wish you could be here to see what I've accomplished." His laugh was maniacal. He removed his jacket and put it on the hanger on the door. "You are safe now, my darling. We're getting closer to having a free city of monsters."

"I knew it was you.." a voice whispered to Alastor from behind him, holding a knife to his neck. "The only monster left in this town is you, Al." Alastor stayed quiet and slowly reached for the knife in his vest pocket. "I d-don't want to kill you. I understand why you did it but your wife would not like this. Just submit yourself to the police and I will let you go."

He belted the insane laughter, making the man steadily walk backwards in fear. "Understand? You could never understand." Alastor swiped his finger across the cut on his neck left by the knife, and licking it. "I just enjoy doing it." He swiftly shoved the knife into the man's chest.

"Hmmm.. where to put this one. Ah I got it." Unlike all the others, this one was a surprise bonus to the collection. The only possible place to deal with this one was the forest a few acres behind his home. No one went in due to the stories of crytids and it being haunted. It was perfect.

He grabs the shovel sitting against the treeafter placing the corpse in the hole, filling it up with dirt. Upon hearing voices creeping upon him, he looked over his shoulder briefly just for everything to go dark.

"Uh.. I don't think that was a deer, Bill."

"What?"

Present day in Hell

"Congratulations, your highness. Never doubted you for a second. The hotel is starting to gain attraction. " Alastor bowed to Charlie with his hand on his chest.

"You know damn well you're only here for the entertainment. You even said it was a ridiculous idea." Vaggie tapped her feet and crossing her arms.

"Ah yes well... I apologize. Regardless I'm glad everything worked out this way." He gripped his cane, his static-y voice glitching out a bit.

"Speaking of attraction, don't you think it'd be a good idea to put out more commercials and articles about the hotel. Maybe the sinners will take it seriously this time." Charlie paced back and forth before looking to Alastor.

"Good idea! And I know just the person." The one he referred was a commonly feared overlord. One that could potentially out matched Alastor himself. Maere. The dream demon. His shtick was that he can sneak into nightmares and manipulate humans and sinners to sign away their souls for something as simple as a piece of clothing. A soul for an easily attainable item. Despicable.

All the souls he owns have been known to be abused within his possession. On top of it, he rents them out to customers for whatever they need. Because of his collection of talented souls, he has earned his spot in several companies from technology and fashion to restaurants and sinful services.

Now Alastor does not like dealing with demons like him. He was a murderer but only to those who deserve it or push his buttons. Being acquaintances with Maere was useful at times. In the past he has secretly helped free some of them from the contracts with him. This was not one of those times.

The square of pentagram city, where you will find all the fashion stores and new technology. Anything you may need really, including Maere's headquarters.

"Alastor! Our beloved radio demon. I figured your ass would show up around here at what point, old friend." He rubbed his cigarette between his fingers putting it in the ash tray before standing up to greet him.

"Ah ha ha.. don't call me that. I'm just here to do business." He swiped his dhoulder pad before putting both hands atop his cane. "I'm sure you've heard about princess Charlotte's hotel kicking up attention. I'm here to see if you have any souls that would be perfect in advertising the hotel. Someone who is persuasive and talented with writing."

"Hmmm I may have someone like that. Only if you promise to STOP RELEASING THEM FROM MY CONTRACTS!" He held out his hand in hopes of agreeing on a deal.

"I guess I could.. fine, you've got a deal." He grapped Maere's hand, shaking it. Maere grips his hand and leans closer to Alastor.

"I mean it. You're dead if you do." Alastor's expression stayed composed.

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"Let me introduce you to my star saleswoman. She does a lot of the Vees advertisements in tv, newspaper, and magazine. Quite the talented one if I do say so myself. She's good for other things as well if you kbow what I mean." He was quite a cruel 'master'. Every single soul he owned was only allowed to do anything unless they are rented or if he decides to use them. And the way he made sure were restraints on both the face and arms. A metal mask was bolted to behind there heads covering their whole face with matching metal restraints that kept their forearms tight against their backs.

This woman was no different. On the other hand, her clothing was rather elegant. A beautiful evening gown that looked like it'd have been popular in the 1920s. It was a loose-fitting floor length dress that flared at the knees; low v-neck, flowy mesh sleeves. The base of it was red silk while the outside was full of fringe and black lace details. Her hair was black with curls that reached her shoulders, with long ears sticking out the top of her head. Little fluffy tail sticking out the back of her dress, and to top it off were her very long paws. I guess her feet were to big to find shoes for her. A rabbit demon?

"Does this one at the very least have a name?" Alastor questioned Maere. He thought about it before snapping his fingers.

"Ah yes! She is soul 19,281!" He pushed her into Alastor's chest, making her stumble and drop something off around her neck. Maere released her from the restraints letting her scramble for the necklace on the ground. He disappeared letting Alastor do his thing.

"I despise having to do dealings with that demon. Are you alright little lady." Alastor leaned down to grab the necklace for her. A locket? He opened it seeing the inside, having it suddenly be ripped from his hand. It was him and his wife. The two finally gazed up at each other in awe.

"...Lili?"

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new religion part 3

Rating: M (18+ minors DNI) Word count: 2,407 Characters: soft!ascended!Astarion x fem!au!Tav

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In the small cottage on the outskirts of the city, madness ensued. The screeching of young children rang out as they happily played about the intimate home, and you let out a frustrated sigh from your place in the kitchen. “Girls, papa needs to rest. Please just relax, okay? Why don’t you guys play in the garden?” You suggested, trying to keep the exasperation from coating your words. You pour the contents from your mixing bowl into a pan, looking up at the oldest of the four girls before you. She sat at the table, scribbling into a journal. “Lillian, will you help me please?” The words were a plea, despondent for any form of assistance. The younger girl lets out a frustrated huff but stands to lead the children outside into the back garden without a word.

Since the eldest of you had moved on, things had been increasingly more brutal for all of you. Typically, house duties were split between the two oldest, you and Alan. With him gone, that meant everything fell on your shoulders. He had been reluctant to go, but once you had encouraged him to do something for himself for once, off he went with your blessing. You wondered why you couldn’t offer yourself the same kindness, but it always came full circle that without you, everyone in the home would fall apart.

Lillian was barely old enough to help around the home, yet she was already slipping away in the middle of the night to meet with a boy whom she swore she was going to wed. No matter the amount of times you lecture her about the repercussions this could have, she dismissed everything. You don’t know what it feels like to be in love. Lillian would exclaim, but you did. Of course you did. You wanted to yell, tell her how foolish she was being. However, you would never. Remembering how quickly you were forced to grow up in order to care for everyone, you wanted her to cling to her own childhood for as long as she possibly could.

Your father lay still on a cot in the front room, his breaths shallow and rattling with liquid as he slept. It had been an awful day for him. Bloodstained rags lay beside the cot, reminiscent of his coughing fits and pleas to be put out of his misery. It ripped your heart to shreds seeing him so poorly. Once a man so full of life and happiness, tormented and withered to skin and bone. He could no longer hold himself up, and you were aware that it was only a matter of time before your grief-stricken family would be back in that cemetery, burying him next to your long-gone mother.

You’re broken from your thinking by the sounds of his bloodied coughs ensuing once more. You quickly abandon the half-made meal, rushing to his side. You dampen a fresh washcloth in the bucket of water that rests beside him, swiping gently at his blood-splattered chin. “You’re okay, papa. I’ve got you.” You reassure, his wet coughs echoing throughout the room.

His body loosens up after a few moments and you grab another cloth to lay across his forehead. There was no denying the pain visible on his face, and you frowned deeply at the hopelessness you felt. “Just like your mama.” He murmured and the words elicited him to sputter another cough. You shushed him softly and patted his hand, urging him not to strain himself. “She would be-.” He falters as he attempts to catch his breath. “She would be proud.” You smile glumly at his words and move to collect wash rags that are strewn about the floor.

The trash can overflows with contents of discarded rags, and you groan inwardly, picking up the bin to toss it in the front garden’s can. You allow the last bits of warmth from the sunset to soak in your skin, making your way down the dirt path to the bin. A shadowed figure halts you, standing at the end of the path. You squint to get a better look at the mystery visitor, and confusion washes over you at the sight of Astarion. “Astarion? Why are you here?” Your brow creases as you approach, dumping the contents of the can into the larger one.

He steps closer, hands folded over a chest you’d found comfort in many times before. “I couldn’t leave things the way we did.” It had only been but a couple of days since you had left his manor in a hurry, and Astarion had spent every second apart locked in his study. His servants had felt the brunt of his anger and anguish in that time, more than half of them residing in the palace's dungeon for simply being in his line of sight.

Astarion had to restrain himself from stealing you away in the night and locking you in his bed chamber until you agreed to stay with him after your little qualm. He had tried and failed to talk himself out of his need for you; the absolute burning desire that screamed in his bones for you made it no use. He needed you. He’d considered consuming you just to be rid of these feelings that plagued his mind but had come to the conclusion that would only make his wanting worse.

A soft sigh leaves your lips, and you glance back at your home, fidgeting absently with your fingers. The squeals of excited children buzzing about the back garden is the only sound heard in the silence as you carefully try to put your words together. “I’m sorry I left like that.” A million thoughts are whipping in your head, a million things you want to say to him. This is all you can manage, though. With a brief pause of hesitation, you continue. “Would you like to come in? I have to finish cooking.” Your words trail.

There was a tinge of embarrassment ringing in your head at the thought of having him in your home. Not that you were embarrassed by your family, per se, but Astarion was used to wealth and luxury; your quaint cottage exuded everything but that. Silence befalls you, and you’re about to revoke your invitation when Astarion hesitantly nods. He knew better, and he silently cursed himself for accepting. Was he really supposed to go in there and pretend he’s the same as any of them? Pretend like they’re cut from the same cloth? No, he couldn’t. Astarion didn’t meet families. He destroyed them. Left them in shambles with nothing but corpses in his wake. Still, he followed you in. There was something about the way you looked at him with those big doe-eyes that made it impossible for him to refuse you.

You lead him into the house, shutting the door behind him. In the soft light of the home, Astarion can make out the dried blood spattered over your pale yellow dress: hair a mess and cheeks flushed, bags formulating under those eyes he loved so much. You were being pulled in too many directions and, hells, practically worn thin. His eyes shift around the cottage, taking in every detail of where you live—the house smelt of you and the scent of a home-cooked meal. You made your way back into the kitchen, resuming the forgotten meal you had abandoned to care for your father.

Astarion’s eyes rake over the house, taking note of your sleeping, bedridden father. He felt pity. For you, of course. He knew the recourse coming; it didn’t take an expert to see the man was on his last leg. He intended to be there for you to fall upon once he was gone. He steps deeper into the front room, eyes falling on a perfectly painted picture above the fireplace. A smiling family looked upon him: seven children and a couple blessed in their youth. He immediately recognizes you among the group, and his eyes drift to who he assumes to be your mother. You looked just like her. The artist had rendered that same captivating smile he’d recognized as yours on her face.

“When mom got sick, papa worked day in and day out to ensure he’d have something to remember her face. He was terrified he’d forget it.” You mused solemnly as you approached behind him. “I’ll never comprehend how he managed to afford it. He made anything happen for her, though.” You smiled.

“You’re a spitting image.” Astarion murmured incredulously, looking down at you.

You nod, rubbing your hands over the apron tied around your waist. “So I’ve heard.” Your mother was a soft spot for you. You had always tried your best to live as she would since her passing.

Loud chatter filled the cottage as the children filtered back into the house. “It’s too dark out now, sissy.” The youngest mewls. She couldn’t have been older than seven, and she was absolutely covered in mud. As were the other girls, aside from Lillian.

You tsk, ushering them away from the front room. “Go clean yourselves up. You’re tracking mud everywhere.” You scold. The girls hurry off to wash up without paying Astarion any mind. Lillian narrows her eyes at the strange man in her home, scrutinizingly.

“Hey, I know you.” You ignore her as you enter the kitchen to check the cooking food. Astarion tries to place her in his mind to no avail. “You get around.” She mutters, saying nothing more as she walks to the table to assist you with setting it. He’s left silenced for a beat, wracking his brain for whatever she may have seen, and it clicked. He had been sloppy. Dissatisfied with the meals his servants had been bringing him, cooked or fresh, he’d taken to his own devices. For months, he had found the joy of the hunt again. He frequented taverns, bringing home women who shared some semblance of you. Lillian must have seen him—more times than once, given her tone.

Astarion straightens himself out and assists with the table setting, side-eyeing the young girl every so often slyly. How would he react if she said anything more? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he couldn’t let you discover any of it. Hells, how could he be so stupid? What did he expect? Fear of everything he had built with you gripped him—fear of losing you. “So, Lillian, how old are you? You say you know me; I don’t think I’ve ever seen you about.” He hums. His tone is sickly sweet.

“I’m fifteen, and I’m to be married, so don’t get any ideas.” Lillian says pointedly, and Astarion’s jaw all but fell on the floor at the teenager’s response. This family had a solid track record of leaving him dumbfounded.

“Oh, gods, no. I wasn’t-” Astarion started.

“Lillian!” You exclaimed loudly, shooting her a stare of distaste. “That’s quite enough.” Your voice was stern, demanding. Nurturing. A side of you Astarion had never had the pleasure of seeing. “Just- just go to the room with the little ones. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.” You chose to ignore the comment of marriage—a battle for another day. You turn to Astarion wide-eyed once she’s left, shaking your head in disbelief at the situation. “I’m so sorry. She’s been,” you pause, “Difficult. To put it nicely.”

“Don’t apologize, darling. Not a problem.” He cleared his throat. He had a few choice words for the girl, much harsher than difficult, but instead, he bit them back, knowing none of them would be satisfactory to you.

Less than a seventh day had gone by when your father had passed, succumbing to his sickness. While you knew it was coming, it didn’t stop your heart from dropping to your toes when you awoke in the early hours to find his cold body, stiff and unmoving. Your cries rang through the house despite your better judgment, drawing the neighbor’s attention. You had this planned; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were supposed to be calm, not to scare your younger siblings. In the moment, everything in your brain was mush. It didn’t matter what you were planning, what you had accounted for. At the moment, you were that same scared young girl who had just found her mother’s corpse all those years ago. You clung to his hands as he was carried away by your brother hours later.

Astarion was surprised to see you at his doorstep and was readying a flirtatious quip when he noted how disheveled you looked. Your eyes were bloodshot, cheeks flushed and puffy. “He’s gone, Astarion.” Your voice cracked, and his heart along with it. He said nothing and instead pulled you to his chest, caressing soft hair as painful sobs erupted from you. He hated to see you in so much agony. His first instinct was to hurt whoever or whatever was causing this and he felt vulnerable that, in this case, violence was not the answer.

No, instead, he cradled you into his arms and carried you to the bath chamber. He held you while servants filled the tub with warm water, careful hands worked the hem of your nightgown over your head while you stared at a spot past his shoulder; it was as if you weren’t present. Now nude, he places you into the warm water. He combed through your hair while you cried, cleaned your body while you screamed in anguish, listened to incoherent pleas for your father to be brought back.

By the time your body had calmed, the sun was already setting. He lifted your exhausted body from the water, urging the servant replenishing warm water away with just a look. Once in the bed chamber, he towels water droplets from your skin wordlessly. There was nothing he could say to fix your heart—this time. He lays you in his bed, tucking you to his chest and all but cocooning around you. For the first time in hours, you are silent. He can hear your once-racing heart slow. “I want to stay here with you. I can’t be there anymore.” Your throat was raw, words tired. His heart leaps at the statement, and he’s tempted to take you right there and then. He pushes the thought away and instead tightens his hold around you. “We’ll talk about it when you’re of sane mind, my treasure.”

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Cold Case 1.02 | Gleen

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The Infantilist Colony

This started s part of an interactive Story over at https://chyoa.com/chapter/It%27s-cubby-time%21.1513555 created by Zozzon. Lillian and Stefan stepped out of their car, their eyes wide with excitement as they took in the sights of their new home in The Colony. Lillian, with her petite frame and a confident stride, exuded an air of intelligence and determination. Her dark hair framed her face in gentle waves, and behind her glasses, her eyes sparkled with curiosity and ambition.

As she unloaded boxes from the trunk, her framed Ph.D. in chemical engineering hinted at a brilliant mind and a passion for science. Each movement was precise and deliberate, a reflection of her meticulous nature and dedication to her craft.

Beside her, Stefan cut a striking figure with his tall stature and easy smile. His years as a journalist had left him with a keen eye for detail and a knack for storytelling. With his tousled hair and rugged charm, he carried himself with an air of confidence and warmth.

Together, they had made the bold decision to leave behind the hustle and bustle of the big city in search of a simpler life in The Colony. Their shared sense of adventure and desire for a fresh start had brought them to this moment, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead.

As they surveyed their new surroundings, the possibilities seemed endless. With determination in their hearts and hope in their eyes, Lillian and Stefan were ready to write the next chapter of their lives in The Colony.

As they unpack the last box from their car, Stefan's playful nature emerges as he gives Lillian's bottom a gentle squeeze, causing her to yelp in surprise. With a mischievous grin, he teases her, calling her "baby" and jokingly remarking that her diaper must be soggy and in need of a change.

Lillian blushes and shoots Stefan a mock glare, swatting his hand away from her bottom. "Hey, cut it out," she scolds playfully. "And for your information, my diaper is just fine, thank you very much."

Stefan chuckles, enjoying the banter between them. "Sure, sure, whatever you say, baby," he replies with a wink.

Lillian rolls her eyes but can't help but smile at Stefan's antics. Sheepishly, she admits, "Well, maybe it's a little soggy. It's been a long five hours in the car, after all."

Stefan laughs and pulls her into a warm hug, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he reassures her.

Stefan's eyes twinkled with excitement as he took Lillian's hand, leading her through t their new home. Lillian's heart raced with anticipation, wondering what surprise Stefan had in store for her. As they entered the nursery, her eyes widened in amazement and joy.

The room was a vision of childhood dreams come to life. Soft pastel colors adorned the walls, and shelves were filled with rows of plush toys and storybooks. A large crib sat in one corner, adorned with fluffy blankets and stuffed animals, while a spacious changing table stood proudly in the center of the room.

Lillian gasped in delight, her hands flying to her mouth in awe. "Stefan, this is incredible!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. "I can't believe you did all this for me."

Stefan grinned proudly, feeling a surge of happiness at Lillian's reaction. "I wanted to make sure you felt right at home, baby," he said tenderly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Caught up in the moment, Lillian felt a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. For a brief moment, she forgot about the soggy diaper between her legs, lost in the wonder of her new surroundings.

But as Stefan began to undress her, peeling away the layers of clothing, reality came crashing back in a rush. Lillian blushed furiously, suddenly self-conscious in her vulnerable state.

Stefan, however, paid no mind to her embarrassment as he gently lifted her onto the changing table, his touch tender and reassuring. With practiced ease, he began to clean her up, his movements gentle and precise.

As Lillian lay there, naked and exposed, she couldn't help but feel a rush of vulnerability mixed with a strange sense of comfort. Stefan's presence was soothing, and she found herself relaxing into his care, trusting him completely.

But just as Stefan was about to fasten a clean diaper around her waist, the doorbell rang, shattering the moment of intimacy between them.

Lillian's eyes widened in surprise, and Stefan glanced at her apologetically. "I'll be right back, sweetheart," he said, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before hurrying out of the nursery to answer the door.

Alone in the nursery, Lillian lay on the changing table, wondering who is at the door.

Lillian's heart raced with nervousness as she heard Stefan's muffled voice outside the nursery. Frantically, she searched for something to cover her bright pink diaper, but the nursery offered no hiding places. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she realized she would have to face whoever was at the door in her vulnerable state.

As the voices grew closer, Lillian's hands trembled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She felt exposed and vulnerable, wishing desperately for a way to disappear.

Finally, the door creaked open, and Stefan stepped into the nursery followed by two strangers. Lillian's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight before her.

The man was dressed casually in a polo shirt and jeans, his friendly smile putting her slightly at ease. But it was the woman who caught her attention – a girl with pigtails and a bright pink sundress, clutching a pacifier in her mouth.

Lillian's confusion deepened as she realized that despite her youthful appearance, the woman must be at least thirty years old. And yet, there she stood, sucking on a pacifier without a care in the world.

Feeling a surge of embarrassment, Lillian tried to shrink back into the changing table, wishing she could disappear. She couldn't bear the thought of being seen like this by strangers.

But before she could say anything, the strange woman stepped forward, lifting her pink dress to reveal a similar unicorn-print diaper underneath. With a cheerful grin, she exclaimed, "We're diaper buddies!"

Lillian's eyes widened in disbelief, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She couldn't believe what she was seeing – agrown women standing in front of her, proudly displaying her diapers as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And yet, despite her initial shock, Lillian couldn't stop herself from giggling. As Stefan introduced the woman and the man as their new neighbors, Lillian found herself slowly relaxing, her embarrassment giving way to a sense of acceptance.

As Stefan finishes dressing Lillian, the atmosphere in the nursery becomes a mix of nervousness and excitement. Lillian, feeling exposed and vulnerable, tries to maintain her composure as Stefan picks a shirt for her to wear. Despite her discomfort, she can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Stefan's care and reassurance.

Meanwhile, Anna bounces on her feet with unrestrained enthusiasm, her eyes wide with curiosity as she takes in her new neighbors. With a bubbly energy that seems to fill the room, she can hardly contain her excitement at the prospect of making a new friend.

Thomas, her daddy, watches the interaction with a fond smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He knows Anna's exuberance can be overwhelming at times, but he also appreciates her genuine enthusiasm for life.

"Hi there, I'm Anna!" the girl chirps, bouncing forward to shake Lillian's hand with a firm grip. "I'm so excited to meet you! Do you like unicorns? I have a unicorn plushie that I sleep with every night!"

Lillian's lips twitch into a hesitant smile as she nods politely, unsure of how to respond to Anna's overwhelming enthusiasm. Before she can formulate a response, Anna's excitement spills over into another question.

"Are you going to come to daycare tomorrow?" Anna asks eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Lillian's mind races as she tries to process Anna's question. Daycare? She hadn't even considered the possibility of enrolling in daycare – after all, she was an adult with a Ph.D. in chemical engineering. But as she looks into Anna's hopeful eyes, she realizes that saying no might crush the young woman's spirits.

Before Lillian can respond, Thomas steps forward with a gentle smile, placing a reassuring hand on Anna's shoulder. "Now, now, Anna," he says softly. "Let's give our new neighbors some space to settle in. We don't want to overwhelm them on their first day."

Anna pouts slightly, but she nods obediently, understanding the wisdom in Thomas's words. With a final wave goodbye, Anna and Thomas bid Lillian and Stefan farewell, promising to see them around the neighborhood soon.

As the door closes behind them, Lillian lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. The encounter had been overwhelming, to say the least, but she couldn't deny the warmth and kindness she had felt from her new neighbors.

Turning to Stefan, she gives him a grateful smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

After Thomas and Anna leave, Stefan and Lillian collapse onto the couch, letting out a collective sigh of relief. The encounter with their new neighbors had been overwhelming, but now that they were alone, they could finally relax and process everything that had just happened.

Stefan wraps an arm around Lillian, pulling her close as they settle into the comfortable cushions of the couch. With a playful glint in his eye, he begins to explain some of the unique aspects of life in The Colony.

"You know, Littles here in The Colony have it pretty good," Stefan says, his tone light and teasing. "They get to choose every day just how little they want to be."

Lillian raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Stefan's words. "What do you mean?" she asks, leaning in closer to hear more.

"Well, apart from daycare, where Anna goes, there's also a preschool for Littles," Stefan explains. "They do more structured activities there, like arts and crafts and storytime."

Lillian nods, picturing Anna in a classroom filled with colorful toys and cheerful classmates. "That sounds lovely," she muses, a hint of nostalgia tugging at her heartstrings.

"And then there's the primary school," Stefan continues, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "But here's the kicker – to attend primary school, Littles have to be at least partially potty-trained."

Lillian's eyes widen in surprise, and she lets out a surprised laugh. "Partially potty-trained?" she repeats, unable to suppress her amusement. "What does that even mean?"

Stefan grins, enjoying the opportunity to tease his girlfriend. "Well, I hear they're pretty lenient about it," he says with a chuckle. "As long as you can manage to use the potty at least some of the time, you're good to go."

Lillian shakes her head in disbelief, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "And what if you can't manage that?" she asks, unable to resist playing along with Stefan's teasing.

Stefan shrugs nonchalantly, his expression mock-serious. "Then I guess it's back to preschool for you."

As Lillian joins Stefan in the kitchen for breakfast, she can hardly contain her enthusiasm. "I've decided to go to preschool today," she announces, a smile spreading across her face.

Stefan's eyes light up with pride as he nods in approval. "That's fantastic, sweetheart," he says, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "I think you'll have a great time."

After a hearty breakfast, Stefan leads Lillian to the nursery, where he helps her out of her pajamas and into a fresh diaper. With practiced ease, he cleans her up and fastens the diaper snugly around her waist, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Once Lillian is dressed in her adorable preschool outfit – a cute floral dress with a matching bow in her hair – Stefan steps back to admire his handiwork. "You look absolutely adorable, baby girl," he says with a grin.

But as Lillian looks down at herself, a frown creases her brow. "This dress is so short," she complains, tugging at the hemline in frustration. "Everyone will be able to see that I'm wearing a diaper."

Stefan chuckles at her reaction, gently teasing her as he reaches for her hand. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he reassures her. "All your 'classmates' will be wearing diapers too. You'll fit right in."

Despite Stefan's attempt to lighten the mood, Lillian can't shake the feeling of self-consciousness that gnaws at her. She takes a deep breath, reminding herself that she's doing this for herself – to embrace the new experiences and challenges that await her in The Colony.

As Stefan leads Lillian to the car, she can't help but feel a flutter of nervous excitement in her stomach. Today is her first day at preschool in The Colony, and the anticipation of what lies ahead fills her with both eagerness and apprehension.

As they drive through the neighborhood, Lillian's eyes widen in wonder at the sight of clean streets lined with charming houses. The sense of community is palpable, and she can't help but feel a sense of belonging as they pass by unfamiliar faces – half of whom are regressed adults like themselves.

Suddenly, Lillian spots Anna, their cheerful neighbor, walking hand in hand with her Daddy, Thomas, towards the daycare center. Anna's pink shorts leave little to the imagination, the unmistakable bulge of her diaper visible beneath the fabric.

As they continue their journey, Lillian's excitement begins to wane, replaced by a sense of nervousness as they approach the preschool. She can't shake the feeling of self-consciousness that gnaws at her, knowing that she'll be surrounded by other adults who, like her, are littles and wearing diapers.

Her nerves only intensify as they pull up to the preschool, where another grown woman catches her eye. Like Lillian, she wears a short dress that barely covers her diaper, and Lillian can't help but feel a surge of jealousy as she watches the woman being unbuckled from a car seat nearby.

Stefan notices the mix of emotions playing across Lillian's face and decides to lighten the mood with a bit of teasing. With a playful grin, he leans over to her and whispers, "You know, sweetheart, I think we might need to invest in a car seat for you too. Wouldn't want you to feel left out." Lillian blushes at Stefan's teasing but can't help but giggle.

As Lillian and Stefan step through the door of the preschool, they are greeted by a scene straight out of any littles dream. The room is a bustling hub of activity, filled with the sound of laughter and the sight of diapered adults playing and exploring.

The space is expansive, with colorful play areas branching off into different themed rooms named after animals. Lillian's eyes widen in amazement as she takes in the sight before her, feeling a sense of wonder at the whimsical atmosphere of the preschool.

In the front of the room, rows of cubbies line the wall, each one adorned with a name tag. Lillian's heart skips a beat as she spots her name on one of the cubbies, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of having her own space in the preschool.

Next to her cubby, she notices an empty space with the name "Anna" written on it, a pang of curiosity tugging at her heartstrings. She wonders if this Anna is her neighbour, but before she can dwell on it further, Stefan nudges her gently, drawing her attention to the compartments on top of each cubby.

Lillian blushes as she realizes what they contain – diapers. Rows of neatly stacked diapers fill each compartment, ready to be worn by the occupants of the cubbies below. She can't help but feel a rush of embarrassment at the thought of her own cubby being stocked with diapers, a tangible reminder of her dependence in this new world.

But Stefan seems unfazed by the sight, reaching nonchalantly into Lillian's compartment to add a few of her unicorn-print diapers to it.

As she glances around the room, her eyes land on the cubby next to hers, where the name "Tim" is written in bold letters. To her surprise, she notices a stack of pull-ups nestled in the compartment, and she can't help but gasp in shock.

Stefan follows her gaze, his eyebrows raising in surprise. "Looks like Tim is a big boy," he remarks with a chuckle, his tone lighthearted as he gestures towards the pull-ups in the cubby. Stefan helps Lillian remove her shoes, setting them neatlyinside the cubby.

Suddenly, a warm voice calls out from across the room, and Lillian turns to see a kindly woman with a gentle smile approaching them. "Good morning, Lillian!" the woman greets them warmly, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "I'm Miss Clara, and I'll be your teacher for the day."

Lillian feels a surge of relief as Miss Clara introduces herself, her nerves easing at the sight of the friendly teacher. She smiles gratefully at Miss Clara, feeling reassured by her warm demeanor.

As Stefan hugs Lillian goodbye, she can't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of parting ways, even if only for a few hours. With a final wave to Stefan, Lillian turns to follow Miss Clara intoone of the themed rooms, named after animals.

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dean-a-mean-tae · 3 months

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I Have A Tail | Stray Kids Additional Member AU

Nicholas as a hybrid and the bond they have with Nicholas, the black fox hybrid.

WARNINGS: Mention of chronic pain and anorexia. Nicholas is a "defect" hybrid. Cussing as usual. I don't think there are any other warnings. Unedited? I researched this. If I got something wrong, please respectfully correct me.

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Nicholas

Is a "silver" fox, but his fur is black. He looks blue in some lighting

Sometimes his face looks more silver than anything.

A black fox is just a melanistic red fox.

He was in the printer for too long, that's all.

With a background based on research surrounding silver foxes.

He used to be the hybrid of a married couple (Tamaya and Nolan) and their daughter (Lillian) but he escaped or ran away or something

Nicholas is traumatized enough. I'm not sure if I wanna traumatize him in this universe ;-;

While in the streets, he had to explain to parents that just because he is a domesticated hybrid doesn't mean he's a tame one

Domesticated and tame aren't synonyms.

PET and tame are synonyms though.

Do with that as you will.

BACK TO RANDOM THINGS

His fur is soft and silky

The "defect" is that his fur experiences shrinkage

So sometimes Nicholas looks more like a huge mole rat with fur than an actual fox

Just how Jeongin's ears grow to accommodate his head, Nicholas's ears and tail grow to accommodate his body

He's 6'3 and would look stupid if he had a tail the length and width of a Clorox wipe container.

Unlike Jeongin! Nicholas is an airhead as a human but super smart in his animal form

He also doesn't have chronic pains in his animal form so that's nice

You know those videos of dogs or cats using those buttons that say things?

Like the human asks what they want and the dog pushes the button and it's like "steak" or "sleep" or something

I like the idea that the boys got one of those things for Nicholas lol

Unfortunately, Nicholas still as anorexia as a hybrid

Foxes eat 1 to 2 lbs of food a day, but he's a hybrid so...

"healthy" Humans need 23 to 33 ounces, which is within the range of 1 to 2 pounds, of food per week...

You will have to subtly watch him to make sure he actually eats

Staring straight at him scares him out of eating and just stresses him out

Nicholas can be found in his shared room with Jeongin

Under the bed in his animal form with a blanket and a plushie

Or you can find him in the closet (hehe) as an animal or a human.

If Nicholas is in animal form, it's going to take you a long time to find him cause he is buried in the plushies.

What does the fox say~

He barks like a puppy and it sets off alarm bells in Chan's head

Nicholas's favorite treat is peanut butter on toast

Just peanut butter and a little bit of cinnamon.

You can't give him too much cinnamon or it'll throw off his blood sugar

That's that inner dog in him coming out. Which is sad because he loves cinnamon

Did you know foxes can climb tree?

Don't be surprised if you get home and you see this black blob chilling in your tree or outside your window

It's just your friendly goofy fox coming to say hello

Nicholas & Stray Kids

There's no order to this by the way. I'm spitting out random thoughts like a llama. It's just jumps from member to member like a hoe

I like to think that Hyunjin in his animal form just kinda chills on Nicholas's tail

Nicholas walking around and then you have a ferret sitting on the fox's tail like it's a sled

Like Felix in his animal form sitting on your blanket as you walk around

If Nicholas lets out a screeching "bark" Chan ignores it

But if Nicholas is dead ass barking?! Chan is rushing to see what's wrong

On the blue moon that Nicholas is causing chaos, Chan will grab him by the scruff and trap him against the living room couch

Just see this giant wolf walking by with a whining and squirming fox caught by the neck

Changbin has and will kick Nicholas away from him

They're soft kicks, don't worry

It's only because Nicholas likes to try and bite his ears

Sometimes Nicholas passes his food to Changbin or Jisung

Cause they will eat it and only feel guilty after they've eaten it

Jisung used to be terrified of Nicholas... cause he's a fox and he's a squirrel

Until he saw Ferret!Hyunjin run at Fox!Nicholas full speed and hop on to his face. And the fox did nothing, but bat at him with his paw

Jisung earned a new playmate

Minho just follows Nicholas around

He'll just randomly grabs Nick by his back. Not by the scruff or his neck.

I'm talking Zira carrying Kovu in that scene from Lion King 2 (iykyk)

If you don't, then go watch that movie. Watch the 1st and then the 2nd

Speaking of Lion King. Felix and Minho roar at the screen sometimes when they see a big cat roaring

Meanwhile, Chan, Seungmin, and sometimes Jeongin and Nicholas will freaking howl whenever they hear them

That scene from Zootopia? "You're gonna start a howl!"

That's them

Sometimes, Nicholas and Felix can be found hidden under Minho's head and between the tiger's paws

Sometimes Seungmin barges into the fox duo's room and just lay on one of the beds

Usually it's Nicholas's bed since he's rarely there.

Again, he's either under the bed or in the closet

Hybrid!Felix and Hybrid!Nicholas are just like normal Felix and Nicholas

They kind of gravitate towards each other

A ginger cat curled around a black fox

While Felix plays video games, Nicholas lays in his lap and either sleeps or watches

Nicholas and Jeongin are a bit of a strange duo

1 second they are playing around and cuddling, the next second they're growing and batting at each other's snouts

I headcanon that animals and hybrids can understand each other Sometimes there's a miscommunication if a canine tries to understand a feline, but it is possible to do it

I'll have to do a post about canons in this universe :P

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deans-queen · 2 months

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Love or Die 💜🔪

Mini Series

Paring: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Y/N)

Plot: Reader (Y/N) can’t stand Dean Winchester and everything about him, but she has a secret and that is: she’s madly in love with him.

Inspired by the song: Can’t Hold On Forever by Laura Marano

Warnings: SMUT, p in v (wrap it up kids),mature and sexual language.

Part 3 - Reader’s P.O.V (Final Part)

I was laying in my bed with Dean, looking up at him.

He was asleep peacefully, his chest rising up and down slowly.

I couldn’t believe what had happened….. I had been dreaming about this moment for months.

I was in pure bliss.

I was lost in the moment until the alarm on my phone went off. I shut it off and Dean slowly started to wake up.

He was groaning and stretching out his arms, I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I said to him.

“Morning sweetheart.” He planted a kiss on my cheek.

“What time is it?”

“It’s almost 8:00.” I replied while getting up.

I walked into the bathroom and started to freshen up.

As I approached the sink to brush my teeth, Dean came behind me and snaked his arms around my waist.

He nuzzled his head in my neck and began planting kisses there.

“Keep it up sir and we’ll have to go for round 2.”

“That’s what I was kinda hoping for…” he mumbled into my neck.

“If we spend all day in bed, we will never solve this case.”

“Fine”, he grumbled, as he gave me a peck on the lips. “But you owe me later.”

After we all got dressed and had breakfast, we met at the table in the front room of the bunker. We called it the “meeting room.”

Sam called us and told us some pretty big news.

“So basically to break it down, I know who killed Lillian.”

“Wait, I thought she killed herself, she was murdered?” I said, surprisingly.

“Yeah, but it was made to look like a suicide.”

“But why?” Dean asked.

“Because we know her and Master Turner were not allowed to be together, so someone had to kill her off. And you’ll never guess who.”

“No wait, don’t tell me the butler did it?” Dean said.

“Yup, Mr. Ramsay.” Sam said. “He tried to tell Master Turner it wasn’t a good idea but he didn’t listen. He felt betrayed after all he had done for the master's family. And, check this out: he even wrote a fake letter to make it look like she killed herself.”

“What a bastard.” I said, shaking my head.

“So where can we find his remains?” Dean asked.

“It will be tricky cause he’s buried in the cemetery behind the house.”

Sam pulls out a map out of the house and points to the cemetery.

We came up with a plan to try to sneak by the ghosts, it was going to be tricky but I knew we could pull it off.

After we took care of that bum butler’s ghost and reversed the curse we all headed back to bunker. It was a hell of a fight.

Sam and Dean got a bit banged up, and I got slashed on my side, it hurt like hell.

Once we got there, Dean scooped me up and brought me to the medical room of the bunker.

He set me down softly on the bed and began to wipe the blood off of me.

“Dammit, baby you’re bleeding out!”

“Make it stop Dean!”

“I’m trying…”

Sam rushed into the room and Castiel was with him.

“Dammit Cass you could have showed up awhile ago.” I said, wincing in pain.

“Sorry, but don’t worry I’m here now. I heard Dean's prayer.” He said.

Awe, he prayed for me.

His hand began to glow and he placed it on my side, healing my wound completely.

He then touched Sam and Deans foreheads to heal them too.

“Thanks Cass,” we all said to him.

“My pleasure.” He said, then he disappeared.

I got up and went back to my room, needing a minute to breathe about everything that just happened

Knock knock.

“Baby it’s me.” Dean called out. “You okay?”

“I’m fine Dean, no need to check on me.” I said, calling out.

He opened up the door then closed it behind him, sitting on my bed next to me.

“No I don’t think so, I’m always going to check on my girl when she’s upset, hurt or whatever it is.”

I looked at him and I couldn’t help but smile, touching his cheek.

“My girl?”

“That’s what you are right?”

“Yes, I just have to get used to hearing that. All this time I was secretly crushing on you and now I don’t have to pretend anymore.”

He smirked while biting his lip, looking up and down at my lips.

We both leaned in slowly and our lips touched. Feelings of electricity ran through my body, giving me goosebumps on my skin.

We deepened the kiss, as our tongues collided. I began to lay back on the bed and Dean crawled on top of me. He kissed along my neck and down to my collarbones, all while undoing the buttons on my shirt.

Once my shirt was unbuttoned, he grabbed a hold of my boobs, massaging each one gently.

“Fuck Dean, you’re turning me on already.” I moaned softly

He reached down and undid my jeans and began to stick a hand down my panties and began to rub my pussy, feeling my wet folds.

“You’re so wet for me baby girl, are you ready for me?”

“Yes Dean please! I want all of you. I want your body against mine, I want your thick hard cock inside of me….take me please.”

Once I said that, he really started to heat things up.

Before I knew it all of our clothes were off and the only thing that was on our body’s was the sweat and ecstasy from the moment.

He teased me at first, before I begged for him to put his dick inside me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to thrust in and out of my pussy, he was so perfect for me.

My nails clawed down his back, leaving marks, I could feel the moment coming….I was gonna cum. I wanted it and I needed it.

He thrusted faster and faster while grabbing my ass and my hips, we were rocking the bed and moans filled up the room.

“Dean I’m so fucking close, make me cum for you.”

“Fuck baby girl, I’m close too, get ready…” he groaned in a husky voice.

And then it happened, we both reached our climax and filled each other up with our sweet juices.

We both breathed heavily and looked into each others’ eyes.

“I….I love you Y/N.” Dean said, softly

Omg….I can’t believe I’m finally hearing these words. I've waited so long to hear them.

“I love you too, Dean.” I said, while kissing his cheek.

And then we both fell asleep, enjoying the romantic moment while it lasted.

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larissaschristies · 4 months

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Symphonies by LarissasChristies

(AO3 Link in Title)

Summary: You are Lillian Crowe, a young cellist hired by Larissa Weems as the new Music Director at Nevermore. You quickly develop feelings for Larissa, but the other woman is guarded, walls built high from years of having to protect herself. Will you be able to show Larissa that she deserves to love, and to be loved in return?

Chapters: 1/?

Word Count: 1,506

HUGE thank you to @weemssapphic for being my beta!

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You looked around the grandiose office, taking in the decor the principal had chosen while waiting for her to arrive. Compared to the rest of the school, it was rather plain, but you could tell that each piece had been selected with purpose and care; the two leather armchairs, one of which you were now sitting in, matched the leather chair sitting empty behind the principal’s desk, the oxblood curtains covering the floor to ceiling windows, the two chandeliers casting a warm glow across the room, all meticulously selected and placed by the principal herself. You lost yourself in thinking about the woman behind the decor, zoning out to a point that you didn’t hear the door to her private quarters open and click shut as the principal appeared.

“Good morning,” she said, her words lilting with a British accent. “I am Principal Weems, and you must be Lillian!”

You stood and whirled toward the sound of her deep voice, having been jolted from your thoughts by her sudden arrival. A small gasp escaped your lips as you took in the woman before you; she was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, and her crystalline blue eyes pierced your own as she strode toward you with her hand out in greeting. You took the opportunity of the space between you to really look at the woman as she made her way to you. She was wearing a form-fitting tan dress that stretched deliciously across her hips, the heels she wore making her even taller than she already is, and her white-blonde hair was perfectly pinned in a gorgeous updo. As your eyes made their way back to her face you realized she had already closed the distance between you. She raised her eyebrow at you and glanced down at her extended hand expectantly.

“Oh, sorry,” you muttered as you rushed to take her hand in your own, and your mind reeled at how small yours felt in hers. “Yes, uh, my name is Lillian and I am here to interview for the position of Music Director.” You fumbled over your words, still trying to recover from being caught off guard.

“Yes, of course.”,” Hher smile as she gestured for you to sit made your stomach clench and you did as she requested. You quietly dug your nails into your palms in a feeble attempt to pull yourself together as the principal launched into her introduction.

——

You walked out of Nevermore with a huge smile on your face. The interview had lasted a little over an hour, Principal Weems asking questions and watching you with a shine in her beautiful eyes as she listened intently to your answers. You found yourself getting carried away a couple of times, but it seemed like the principal had enjoyed the passion with which you responded because by the end of the interview she had offered you the position. Once at your car, you did a little victory dance and took out your phone, and sent a quick text to your best friend before sliding into the driver’s seat.

“Hey Soph, guess what?! I GOT THE JOB!!! Drinks at my place this evening to celebrate?”

You hit send, locking your phone and dropping it in the cup holder before putting your key in the ignition and turning your car on, the radio coming to life playing the lively 4th Movement of Beethoven’s 7th Symphony, one of your favorites. The drive home was short, your apartment only ten minutes away from Nevermore,which was just enough time to finish the symphony. You turned the car off and grabbed your phone from the cup holder before getting out, gently closing the door behind you and walking toward your apartment. Just as you put the key in the front door your phone chimed, a text message popping up on the screen.

“Hell yes, babes!!!!! I knew you would get it, you’re the best cellist I know!!!”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, pushing your door open and tossing your keys into the bowl on your entry table before unlocking your phone to reply.

“I’m the ONLY cellist you know, doofus. Be here around 8.”

You gently slipped your feet out of the heels you had worn for the interview, sighing in relief as your feet relaxed. You hit send on the message as you slid your feet into your slippers, padding over to the couch. After getting comfortable and turning on your television, you found your mind wandering back to the principal, thoughts of finding something to watch gone. She was absolutely gorgeous, and the more you thought about her the hotter your cheeks got. Her deep voice, her crimson lips, those beautiful blue eyes…. what you wouldn’t give to get lost in those eyes and feel how soft those lips are. To hear her moaning your name.

Nope, you thought to yourself, this is your new boss! You can NOT be having these thoughts!

You shook your head and slapped your hands on your knees, standing up and heading toward the kitchen. Your stomach growled as you opened the fridge only to find a moldy apple and some week-old takeout from your favorite Japanese restaurant. For half a moment you contemplated eating the leftovers before your self preservation kicked in and you closed the refrigerator. Your phone dings from the couch and you lean over to grab it, a text from an unknown number on the screen.

“Hello, I apologize for getting your number from your file. This is Principal Weems. Larissa. I was wondering if you might be free this evening? I’d like to get to know you a bit better before the start of the term. Dinner at Koto, say 7pm?”

Your heart skipped a beat at seeing who the text was from. You quickly unlocked your phone and read the message again, your brain taking a minute to catch up with what was happening. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, the blinking cursor taunting you as you try to come up with a reply.

Come on, Lillian, she’s your new boss and simply wants to learn more about her new employee. It’s not that deep! You thought to yourself as you began to type.

“I’d love that, Koto is actually my favorite restaurant! I’ll meet you there at 7!”

You hit send before you could overthink and retype the message six times. As you took a deep breath to steady your heartbeat, a text from Soph came in. Shit.

“8 sounds great! Do you want me to grab anything on my way? I know your fridge is probably barren.”

You rolled your eyes, oddly comforted by how well she knows you, and clicked the message to reply.

“I actually can’t do it tonight, I'm sorry. Larissa— Principal Weems wants to hear more about my career prior to applying at Nevermore over dinner at Koto. Rain check?”

Three bubbles popped up almost immediately as Soph began to reply.

“Dinner at Koto?! Sounds like she wants to do more than just ‘hear about your career’ Lil ;)”

“Oh shut up, there’s literally no way. I am her e m p l o y e e.”

Your phone started to ring then, Soph’s face filling your screen as her contact photo popped up.

“I am her em-ploy-ee,” Soph mocked, her voice echoing around your apartment as you hit the speaker button.

“It is completely normal to want to learn more about the person you have hired to teach your students, it’s not a big deal.” You blushed, your cheeks getting hotter by the second.

“Wait. Am I sensing a hint of…. a crush?” Soph’s voice went up on octave at the end of her question, excitement clearly getting the best of her.

“NO!” You nearly shouted, your cheeks practically catching fire before calmly repeating, “No. I do not have a crush on my new boss. This is just a professional meeting between two coworkers.”

“Oh, my ass, Lil. You totally have a crush on your new boss. Is she taller than you? I bet she’s taller than you. You’re SO predictable.”

“And what if she is?” You said incredulously. You glanced down at your watch, “I’m hanging up now, I need to get ready. Goodbye!” You practically slammed your finger on the red button, briefly missing the days when you could dramatically snap your phone shut. You looked at your watch again: 5:15pm. You had about an hour to get ready before you had to leave and you had no idea what to wear.

Why does it matter, Lillian? Just wear what you’re wearing now, it’s not a date! You told yourself.

With a heavy sigh, you walked toward the bathroom to wash your face and reapply your makeup. Before you knew it, it was time to leave for Koto. You slipped your feet back into the black heels and grabbed your keys. You forced a deep breath to fill your lungs to calm your nerves before you headed out the door

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