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storydays · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel: Episode 1 p1

Overture

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(3rd POV)

"Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light. Angels that worshiped good and shielded all from evil. Lucifer was one of these angels. He was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation. But he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven.

For they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world. So he watched as the angels began to expand the universe in their ways. From the dust of Earth, they created Adam and Lilith. Equals as the first of mankind, but despite this, Adam demanded control and Lilith refused.

Drawn in by her fierce independence, Lucifer found her and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love. Together, they wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, offering the fruit of knowledge to Adam’s new bride, Eve, who gladly accepted.

But this gift came with a curse.

For with this single gift, evil finally found its way to Earth. With it, a new realm of darkness and sin, and the order Heaven worked hard to maintain was shattered. As punishment for their reckless act, Heaven cast Lucifer and his love into the dark pit he created, never allowing him to see the good that came from Humanity, only the cruel and the wicked.

Ashamed, Lucifer lost his will to dream.

But Lilith thrived, empowering a demon-kind with her voice and her songs. And as the numbers of Hell grew, so did its power. Threatened by this, Heaven made a truly heartless decision, that every year, they would send down an army: an extermination to ensure Hell and its sinners could never rise against them.

But Lilth’s hope remained. And her dream was passed down to their precious children, the Prince and Princess of Hell.”

A pale hand closed the story book, as a young woman held a key close to her, looking downcast. “Don’t worry Mom, I’ll make you proud.” She whispered, gazing out the window, listening to the screams outside.

“Charlie?” a voice called startling the young woman. “Augh!” she yelped, as her key turned into a cat, who ran away to hide. Charlie winced before turning to the other woman, “Vaggie! Did you hear all that?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah. I was standing right there.” smiled the woman, pointing at the door. “Sorry, I get pretty worked up after an extermination happens. The story helps.” Charlie frowned, staring at the book. “I know, don’t worry. I enjoy your theatrics. Are you okay?” Vaggie asked, sitting next to the blonde demoness. “I’m fine, just–ya know thinking about family stuff.” “DId you hear your from your mom yet?” Charlie shook her head sadly.

“Oof, how long has it been now?”

“Not that long…only…..seven….years. Off doing something important, I’m sure.” Together the women stood up, to look outside the window. “But this kingdom was something she really cared about; something I care about.” Charlie hugged herself, smiling wistfully.

“Well, at least you’re not alone.” Vaggie soothed, holding Charlie’s hands.”I just hope that what I’m trying to do here will work.” Charlie admitted. “It will. I have faith in you.” the white haired woman smiled, cupping Charlie’s cheek.

“All right, come on. Alastor says he’s got something he wants to show us.” Vaggie walked out of the room, Charlie going to follow her, before hearing the church bell ring outside. She turned to look out at the clock as it rang, signaling the end of the extermination. Charlie sighed before heading downstairs.

*Downstairs*

“Well, hello there, you wayward sinner!” A cheery voice, on the television, called out to a demon currently stabbing another on the street, making the two look around confusedly. “Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do, that’s why you’re in Hell! But what would you say if there was a place that had none of that?” questioned the voice as more sinners popped up, varying emotions from annoyance to confusion. The camera then zoomed to reveal the hotel.

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! A misguided path to redemption!” the camera then pushed into Charlie’s personal space as she was mid conversation, before she noticed the camera and she smiled and waved nervously. A spider demon appeared behind her, using all four of his hands to give the demoness bunny ears behind her head and on the side. “Founded 5 days ago by Lucifer’s delusional daughter, Charlotte Morningstar! Come place your faith in her inexperienced hands as she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you!”

The television showed a picture of Lucifer facing away from Charile as she hugged herself, tears in her eyes. Then it showed Charlie attempting to convince sinners to join.

“Here we offer fun things! Such as somewhat functional staff.” The camera showed a grumpy cat demon who was clearly drunk as he face planted into the bar. A little cyclops woman scurried around him, chasing a bug with a giant needle in her arm, with a maniacal grin on her face, as she attempted to stab the bug.

“24 hour pest control! Custom rooms, and just look at this tacky parlor!” The camera panned out to show a piece of wood falling near the spider demon from earlier who was lounging on a couch, clearly bored as he examined his finger nails. “Enjoy riveting conversation with our singular resident.”

The spider sent the camera a middle finger, making an effect of the word Wow appear on screen, changing to show a crudely drawing of the hotel with different notes and smiley faces with a large toothy grin. “Wow! All this and more at the Hazbin Hotel. Your last desperate attempt at salvation starts here!” On the screen, appeared: “Call now or don’t! I don’t care! We still don’t have a working phone!”

The TV shut off as the audience in the room sat around, emotions varying from anger, shock, and disbelief. “So, what’d ya think?”asked a grinning deer demon, dressed head to toe in red and black.

“I’m sorry, what the FUCK was that?” scowled Vaggie, arms crossed. “Uh, yeah, one note. Alastor…” Charlie started, ignoring how the demon’s smile tightened. “I mean, first off, thank you so much for making this, seriously, amazing, but um..” Charlie played with her fingers as she tried to explain her thoughts, “The tone was maybe a bit..off?” Alastor tilted his head as she continued.

“We want people to WANT to come here. This makes it look–um..” “Bad. The word you’re looking for is bad.” Vaggie snarled, crossing her arms.

“Funny, I was going for hilarious!” Alastor laughed. “It didn’t explain anything about how we’re trying to save demons, which is the whole fucking point!”

“Vaggie is right, Alastor. The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to save them.” called a smooth voice from another armchair. The male was sitting on the chair, his legs over the arm of the chair, and the cat from earlier purring in his arms, as he stroked her back. This was the Prince of Hell, Heir to the Throne, and Charlie’s big brother, (Y/N).

“Well, my dear (Y/N), I haven’t been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show. The proper way to express oneself!” Alastor turned to the TV with a clear disdain written over his ever grinning face.

“But you insisted on this noisy picture box advertisement. So I had a little fun with it.” “Oh fun, you had a little fun?” Vaggie snapped, before standing. “Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here, a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel. Instead, you’re mocking us. Nobody’s going to want to come to a place that a powerful Overlord like you thinks is a waste of time.” Vaggie hissed before the 4 noticed a red hand waving in the air.

“What?” snapped Vaggie as (Y/N) started to walk towards the bar.

“If’n you’re filimin’ a commercial, can I suggest you take advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?” The spider demon from earlier, sat up lazily, grabbing the bottle of alcohol with him, and winked at the people, gesturing to himself.

“Angel, you’re a porn star.” Vaggie deadpanned.

“A famous porn star.” Corrected Angel, as (Y/N) came back and sat next to the spider, with a strawberry Daiquiri in his hand.

“I’ll have the horniest sinners knockin’ down these walls to get in.” The white furred spider grinned smugly, before swinging his legs over (Y/N)’s lap, clearly comfortable. “We are not shooting a porn as a commerical.” Vaggie said firmly.

“Why not? Sex sells, don’t it?” Angel winked. “I swear, if you film me going at it with Sexy Princey or Mr FancyTalk Creep Voice here, you’d be rollin’ in participants to stay at this tacky hotel.”. Alastor laughed loudly before deadpanning. “Haha! Never going to happen.”

The bespectacled prince cleared his throat nervously, cheeks a slight red as he tried to compose himself. “A-Angel, we appreciate you wanting to use your ‘special skills’ to, um, attract folks to the hotel. But I–WE, meant to say WE don’t want to exploit you in that way.”

(Y/N) smiled at the spider demon who grinned, leaning into the prince’s space, close to his ear, and purred, “But what if I want you to exploit me……..Daddy?” “HAHA! OKAY!”

(Y/N) yelped, before using his wings to quickly fly up and over by the bar, startling Angel who then smirked knowingly at the demon.

Turning towards the girls, Angel continued to talk, “This body was made to be exploited, baby. I’ve got the arms, I got the stamina, I got the legs, I got the lung capacity. Oh, oh! I have the legs, the gag reflex, the holes, the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits..” Charlie laughed uncomfortably as Angel continued talking.

(Y/N)’s phone started ringing, making the prince roll his eyes and walk away, answering his phone. “I’ll be right back.”

He turned the corner, and grinned deviously as he answered the phone, “What up, bitch!”

*Back with the others*

“Hey, I have a question. If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can’t he just make people stay here?” Angel asked suddenly, pointing at Alastor.

“Oh trust me, I can.” Alastor grinned darkly, briefly showing his horns.

“Why do you think I’m here?” A gruff voice called from the bar, making everyone turn to the bar, towards the grumpy cat from earlier.

“You think I’d be cleaning bottles and listen to you fucks’ bitch and moan, if he wasn’t forcing me.” The bartender hissed as the little cyclops appeared next to him, grinning.

“I like being forced.” She giggled.

“Keep that to yourself, Niff.” grimaced the cat demon.

“What, you don’t love being here with me, Whiskers?” Angel mocked, making a kissy face.

“Call me whiskers again, and I’ll jam that bottle down your throat.” the cat threatened.

“Kinky! C’mon, keep talking dirty.” grinned Angel, narrowing his eyes at the cat.

“Angel, let Husk do his job. And no, we can’t force people to stay here; they need to choose to.” Vaggie stated.

“I’m choosing to be here, and I think it’s all stupid. We’re in Hell, toots.” Angel shrugged, “That’s kind of the end of the line, ain’t it?”

“Well, maybe it doesn’t have to be.” Charlie smiled. “Just because no one’s ever made it out, doesn’t mean it’s not possible.”

Angel placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder as he leaned down to her height. “Hey, whatever means I can keep crashing here rent free.” The women shot him a deadpanned look, and he scowled. “Crack is expensive.”

(Y/N) quickly came and grabbed Charlie by the arm, grinning excitedly. “Char, come with me!” Charlie yelped as her brother pulled her around the corner.

“Woah, (Y/N), what’s going on?”

“So the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet…and I managed to convince Dad to let me send you to talk to them instead.”

Charlie tilted her head. “Why me? You usually take care of stuff like that.”

“Because, Char, you are the princess of Hell,and I think you’re old enough to start partaking in stuff like this. And.. you can use this as an opportunity to try to convince Heaven to give your Hotel a chance. “ (Y/N) prompted.

“Ooh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Charlie hugged her brother before rushing to tell Vaggie. (Y/N) going to lean on the couch, as Vaggie questioned Charlie. “But the extermination just happened. What could they want this soon after?”

Charlie started singing and twirled Vaggie who replied dizzily, “Okay but just don’t sing to them.”

“That bitch is half way down the street.” (Y/N) and Angel laughed, with the others looking out the door, watching the princess sing.

“Is she–?” Vaggie asked, worriedly.

“Oh, she’s dancin’.” Angel tossed his head back, drinking the bottle in his hands, ignoring Vaggie’s groan.

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sassycheesecake · 3 months

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Giggling like a lovesick teen, you intertwine your hands with your husband Osamu Miya, as you try to walk up the path that leads to your house.

The black-haired man just shakes his head with a smile at your silly antics, happy to be home after you just came back from a much needed date night, leaving Atsumu in charge to watch your triplets.

As soon as you enter your suspiciously dark house, you flip on the lights and hear a mix between a hiss and a groan.

You and Osamu look at each other and make the way to the living room where you find the babysitter.

You frown in confusion when you spot your brother-in-law, Atsumu Miya just waking up apparently from his nap on your living room couch, the TV still running on a random show he probably fell asleep to.

As soon as the blonde spots you, he stretches on the couch and greets you.

"Hey (Y/N), hey bro. How was date night?" The Setter gets up, stretches some more and makes his way over to you.

"Pretty good. Food was fantastic and wine amazing. How were the little troublemakers?" Osamu asks in return, taking off his jacket and hanging it up over the coat rack.

When Osamu talks to his brother, you’re making your way up the stairs, opening the room slowly to make sure your children are sleeping.

The door opens wider and you expected to hear quiet snores.

You don’t.

Turning on the lights, just to see all three beds empty, you feel your anxiety and fear taking over in your brain.

You hope this is just a bad dream, a nightmare.

There is just no way that Atsumu seriously lost your kids.

Walking down the stairs carefully, each step feels heavy and there’s a silent storm raging inside of you.

"Atsumu." You stand in the entryway of the living room again and Osamu frowns in concern at your panicked expression.

"Hmm?" He puts on his jacket as he turns to you.

"Where are the triplets?" You ask with a hint of fear.

"In bed? As they should? I put 'em down myself." Atsumu states like it should be super obvious.

You try to breathe slowly as your panic starts to settle in, while Osamu comes over to you to hold you.

"I just went to check on them. All three beds are empty. I couldn’t find them anywhere upstairs." You’re completely sober now, panic rushing in like a speed train as you tell Osamu about what you discovered upstairs.

"What?!" The twins say synchronized, both voices filled with panic.

"Keisuke? Kaito? Kaori?" Osamu calls out for your children, looking around everywhere, along with you and Atsumu.

Around ten minutes later, the three of you still haven’t found them. And you’re ready to call the police.

You already have your phone in your hand, pacing around and the number dialed ready when you hear Atsumu and Osamu in a very heated argument.

"Ya seriously couldn’t stay up til we're back?! It’s barely 9 pm!" Osamu begins to yell, when he sees your scared expression and your pacing, he stops his loud voice and quickly comes to your side to calm you down.

"Baby? It’ll be okay. 'M sure they’re okay, I already called sum of mah old teammates they are looking for them." He brushes away some of your incoming tears and his heart breaks at the sight. He can murder his brother later, right now all he should focus on is you and your three missing rascals.

Before your panic attack AND heart attack begin to grow even more, the front door opens and the eldest of the triplets walks in, Kaito looking extremely guilty. Two more familiar faces follow, Keisuke looking extremely tired and one very happy Kaori as she holds the hand of none other than Shinsuke Kita.

"I found them outside on my way home. They were hungry and went to the store down the street." Kita explains calmly as he looks at you and the adult twins.

He looks concerned at yours and Osamu’s expressions, lastly looking at the blonde twin who looks as guilty as his nephew.

When your children see you in your distressed state, they rush over to you. You hug them in a tight embrace, crying with relief that your babies are okay and unharmed.

With one last scolding look to Atsumu, who freezes in fear, Kita leaves your house.

You have calmed down and Osamu breathes out a big sigh of relief and talks to his children in a quiet yet firm voice.

"Up to bed, you three. Mum and I will be up in a few minutes. We need to have a few words with yer uncle."

As soon as Osamu and you see the three figures vanish from his sight, he turns to his twin, fury burning in his eyes.

"Yer officially scratched off the babysitter list." Osamu growls at his brother.

"WHAT? Oh come on! It was just one little mistake! I have been watchin' 'em since they were this big and nothing ever happened!" Atsumu forms his hands into a cat-like-size round shape as he tries to justify himself.

"Ya were sleepin' instead of watchin'! They are only 6!" Osamu steps closer to his twin and you begin to fear that your husband is about to commit fratricide.

"Okay let’s all calm down." You managed to calm down a bit and now it’s time to calm the situation down in general.

"Don’t tell me ta calm down! I am about to murder this asshole!" Osamu sees red as he charges for his brother and you move yourself in between them, protecting Atsumu even though he fairly deserves the beat up of his twin brother.

"Samu. They’re okay. That’s all that matters." You stand your ground even though your husband is fairly much taller than you.

Osamu keeps his furious gaze on his twin and you stay in front of him, not standing down.

"Atsumu, go home. We’ll talk about this another time." You tell the blonde and he doesn’t fight you on it, just leaves in a hurry and is soon out of the door.

Osamu paces back and forth, running his fingers through his raven hair repeatedly.

"Samu."

He doesn’t stop pacing but he stopped running his fingers through his hair.

"Osamu." The chef finally stops and looks at you and you’re shocked to see tears in his eyes. Whether it’s out of relief or anger, you don’t know.

Last time he cried was when you were in labor, having a complicated birth due to having a risky pregnancy by carrying the triplets.

"They are okay. No one was harmed, and Kita found them. They are home with us, calm down my love." You press your forehead against his and the former Wing Spiker shudders at the action, holding you tightly against him and he feels himself relaxing at the sound of your voice and your warm embrace.

"But what if he hadn’t found them? What if someone kidnapped them, or they got lost? Or-" He rambles on, tears running down his cheeks that you wipe away with a cautious but tender touch, as he did for you earlier.

"It’s okay, they’re okay. They’re kids, Samu. They will make mistakes in the future and we’re going to help them. To realize those mistakes and be there for them. Let's have a talk with them now and go to bed. It’s been a stressful evening and all of us now need the rest." You smooth out his messy hair, giving him an encouraging smile.

Osamu returns your smile slightly and agrees with you.

A little bit later after a talk with your children, Osamu lays on your shared bed, eyes open as you sleep deeply.

Kaori, Keisuke and Kaito sleep in between the two of you, spread out like star fish. Kaito is physically closest to his father and the young boy with the same dark black hair as his father cuddles closer to his chest, a happy sigh escaping his little mouth with a smile.

Osamu's heart warms at the action of his son, pulling him closer to let out a happy sigh himself and finally falls asleep with his family of five in bed, a smile resting on his face as well.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyū!!#hq x reader #atsumu miya #inarizaki #osamu x you #hq osamu #haikyuu osamu #osamu miya #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #osamu x reader

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rainybyday · 1 year

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Pt 1

Jazz was the original troublemaker in her family before Danny.

Well, troublemaker is kind of a stretch, but if you were to ask any other adult that wasn’t her parents then they would have told you otherwise.

I mean, who would want to befriend the toddler who sprouts biosciences facts to an agitated classmate who just wanted her to move from the Lego box? How else would you explain how a police officer found a child with red hair in the middle of the night saying that she wanted to follow the pretty voice in the woods? What would you say when the pretty dolled up girl talks about what her brother is going to look like when nobody, not even her mother, knew that she was pregent?

No one had an answer to that, and they all tried to stay away from the weird pretty girl with amber fire hair and deep teal blue eyes with a mind that was too smart for her own good.

Most of the adults chalked it up to be the parent's fault for her ‘quirks’ while the children wanted to stay away from the freak who didn’t understand that they were more afraid of her then the burned victorine women walking through the streets.

For a while, even with the birth of the boy the girl predicted to be true, was known as the witch of her family. The weirdo, the cursed child and freak of nature.

But then her brother started to grow from being a toddler into a child and the girl was seen less in the streets and more at home. She drove her attention to her brother and her brother alone which helped the town to relax a bit when they no longer saw a wisp of red hair at the corner of their eyes.

(There was always a slight feeling of uneasiness that came with the presences of the girl. No one can explain what it meant or what caused it but whenever she entered into a room somehow it was like the feeling of tension and hands gipping at them ghosted their throats and opened their eyes. It was the feeling of a prey watching the walk of a predator in their home yet were unable to understand why said predator never strike.)

(The hint of teeth and to bright eyes and burning sun hair was as equally as enchanted as it was terrifying.)

Then her brother grew, and the girl was more isolated, preferring to stay in her brother's company or to bury herself in a book and slowly the town relaxed. Not so much that they don’t stop search, but enough that they don’t fear to step outside their homes without the phantom sensation of eyes on their very being.

Suddenly the town was quiet and that was okay.

It was okay until the brother started to act strange, the presences of ghost entering their own, and a group of men in white started to invade their town.

Suddenly eyes were on the new threat that invade their home, suddenly it wasn’t so quiet anymore, suddenly there was another set of predators stalking their lands.

But the town learned to adapt, have to adapt as they were no longer able to leave so easily anymore, trapped in their own home with the dead and by the men with black glass over their eyes watching them.

Suddenly the Fenton’s were their least important problem and they left it at that.

That was until the town woke up to something that left shivers down their spine and ice in their throats.

Jasmin Fenton was dead, Daniel Fenton was missing, Madeline Fenton was screaming, and Jack Fenton was silent.

Pt 2 (in a bit, jazz’s pov/centric)

#jazz fenton #jazz is creepy #jazz is an amasing sister #amazing #cant spell #danny fenton #Danny Phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #it doesn't show but it is #give me some time #its going to be awhile #by that i mean a couple of hours

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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↳ simple woman ↲

✭ pairing : arthur shelby x reader

✭ fandom : peaks blinders

✭ summary : arthur shelby is love with the simplest woman to exist and people wanna know just how he got so lucky

✭ authors note : so this one won’t be as long as my usual ones, definitely a good stroll down but nothing over the top :)

✭ peaky blinders masterlist

The Garrison pub was alive with the familiar hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. Arthur Shelby sat at a corner table, a contented smile on his lips as he exchanged words with his wife, (Y/N). The dim lighting cast a warm glow on the faces of the other Shelby family members gathered around.

"Arthur," Michael called, raising his glass in a mock toast. "You're a lucky man, you are."

Arthur's eyes flickered with amusement, his years of bristling at such remarks replaced with a newfound ease. He chuckled, a genuine sound that resonated through the air. "Aye, I suppose I am."

Beside him, (Y/N) grinned, a twinkle in her eye. "Aren't you just full of compliments tonight?"

The room erupted into laughter, the tension that used to hang thick between the Shelbys slowly dissipating over time. Arthur had changed, mellowed by his experiences, and the camaraderie within the family felt more genuine than ever.

Finn leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "How did you two end up together anyway?"

Arthur exchanged a knowing glance with (Y/N), the memories of their journey flashing between them. "Well, lad, that's a tale for another time," he said, a hint of mystery in his voice.

“Oh come on; humor me!” Finn whined.

“Fine, fine, let’s see..”

“I fell quite hard for (y/n) upon meeting her,” begins Arthur.

“Really?!” Finn questioned eyebrow raised.

“Aye lad that I did -“

“So unoriginal,” cried Finn.

“Aye shut up you git and let me tell my tale,” clearing his throat he begins once more. “As I was saying I fell quite hard for my darling wife here upon meeting her, literally at that. Son of a bitch tripped me,” Arthur says gaining laughs from all around him.

He himself couldn't help but chuckle at the memory.

**Flashback:**

The bustling streets of Birmingham were a familiar landscape for Arthur Shelby as he strode with purpose, his mind absorbed in the day's affairs. The rhythmic click of his boots on the cobblestones was his own personal symphony of authority, and he paid little mind to the world around him.

But fate had other plans.

Without warning, his foot caught against a shoe, sending him stumbling forward. His heart raced as his hands flailed to steady himself against a nearby lamppost. A sharp hiss of breath escaped his lips as he fought to regain his balance, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

From the shadows, the snickering of children reached his ears, their laughter grating on his temper. His sharp gaze darted toward the source, ready to deliver a harsh reprimand that would leave the young troublemakers in no doubt about who they were dealing with.

However, his words were stolen away as his gaze fell upon the one responsible for the laughter. A young woman stood there, arms crossed over her chest, a sardonic smile playing on her lips. (Y/N), as he would later come to know her. Her eyes sparkled with a glint of mischief, and her posture held a level of confidence that left him taken aback.

"That's what you get for not watching where you're going," she quipped, her tone dripping with amusement.

For the first time in a long while, Arthur was rendered speechless. He was accustomed to being in command, to issuing orders and having people follow them without question. But here was a woman, a stranger, speaking to him as an equal, and in a manner that he found both infuriating and intriguing.

As the echo of her words hung in the air, Arthur's chest heaved with a mixture of irritation and curiosity. His jaw clenched, torn between his instinctual anger and the realization that maybe he had met his match.

The children's snickers had faded into an expectant hush, their attention fixed on the unexpected standoff. Arthur's pride battled with the faintest flicker of respect for this woman who had dared to challenge him, to strip away the veneer of authority and reveal a man vulnerable to his own missteps.

For a few more heartbeats, they stood there, locked in a silent exchange of wills. And then, as if sensing the shift in the atmosphere, (Y/N)'s smirk softened into a genuine smile. "You alright, though?" she asked, her tone surprisingly gentle.

The tension in the air eased, and Arthur cleared his throat, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm fine."

(Y/N) took a step closer, her eyes crinkling at the corners as if she found this whole situation highly amusing. "Good. Next time, watch your step."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Arthur to contemplate the unexpected encounter that had both unsettled and fascinated him. He watched her disappear into the crowd, his thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

As he continued on his way, Arthur couldn't shake the feeling that he had just crossed paths with someone who would challenge him in ways he hadn't experienced before. And as the memory of (Y/N)'s smile lingered in his mind, he realized that sometimes, even the simplest moments could lead to the most unexpected connections.

The encounter with (Y/N) lingered in Arthur's mind long after it had occurred. He found himself strangely captivated by her confidence, her quick wit, and the audacity to stand up to him. It was a feeling he couldn't shake, even as he went about his business as a Shelby.

Days turned into nights, and Arthur's thoughts often drifted back to the young woman who had dared to trip him and speak her mind. He found himself searching the crowded streets of Birmingham for glimpses of her, his footsteps sometimes taking him down unfamiliar alleys in the hopes of stumbling upon her once more.

One morning, driven by an inexplicable pull, Arthur set out earlier than usual. The sun was barely cresting the horizon as he walked down a familiar street, his gaze scanning the crowd for any sign of (Y/N). It was as if an invisible thread connected them, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her in a way he hadn't experienced in a long time.

And then, as if fate had conspired to answer his silent plea, Arthur's gaze landed on a familiar figure. There she was, (Y/N), standing near a street vendor with a bagel in hand. Her attention was fixed on the pastry in a way that suggested she was savoring every bite.

His heart did a peculiar leap in his chest, and before he could think twice, Arthur approached her. "Fancy meeting you here," he said, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

(Y/N) looked up, her eyes widening in mild surprise before she swallowed her mouthful of bagel. "Well, well," she replied, a playful glint in her eyes. "If it isn't the man who can't watch where he's going."

Arthur chuckled, feeling an odd sense of camaraderie in her teasing. "I was just looking for an excuse to bump into you again."

(Y/N) arched an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of intrigue and amusement. "And you found me while I was indulging in a bagel. How charming."

**End of Flashback**

“Wait so how did you two end up together?” Finn asked.

Taking a sip of his drink Arthur begin another tale, “Let’s see, when I went to ask her out on a date she immediately rejected me.”

“Wait what?!”

“Yeah, that’s right I did” (y/n) giggles leaning her head over to lay on her husbands shoulder. “I didn’t like his tie.”

“Fucking rejected me over a goddamn tie.”

**Second Flashback:**

Arthur Shelby's determination to find (Y/N) grew with each passing day. He had become entranced by the enigmatic woman who had tripped him and challenged his notions of authority. It was as if an invisible thread connected them, drawing him to her like a moth to a flame.

One afternoon, his steps took him down the same familiar street where he had first stumbled upon (Y/N). His heart raced as he spotted her near a small cafe, sipping a cup of tea. Summoning his courage, he approached her, his palms slightly sweaty.

"Mind if I join you?" Arthur asked, his tone carefully casual.

(Y/N) looked up from her tea, a glimmer of surprise in her eyes before she gestured to the empty seat across from her. "Go ahead."

As they exchanged pleasantries, Arthur felt the weight of an unspoken question hanging between them. He took a breath, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "Listen, (Y/N), I've been enjoying our conversations. Would you maybe consider going out on a date with me?"

There was a moment of silence, and Arthur held his breath, waiting for her answer. He watched as (Y/N)'s gaze flickered, her expression thoughtful. And then, to his surprise, a smile tugged at her lips.

"Actually, I'd rather not."

Arthur felt the air leave his lungs in a rush, his surprise evident. He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "I... I'm sorry?"

(Y/N) leaned forward slightly, her eyes dancing with mischief. "It's your tie," she said, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and sincerity.

"My tie?" Arthur repeated, his brow furrowing.

"Yes," she affirmed. "It clashes with your suit."

Arthur blinked, completely taken aback by the reason she had given. He looked down at his attire, his tie indeed a mismatched pattern against his suit. He had never been one for fashion, but the fact that his tie was the reason for her rejection left him utterly speechless.

Seeing his surprise, (Y/N) laughed, a sound that was both musical and infectious. "I have a thing for ties, you see. And if we're going to be seen in public together, I can't have that eyesore on my arm."

Arthur found himself laughing despite his initial disappointment. Her candidness was refreshing, and he couldn't help but be charmed by her straightforwardness.

"You know, I can change my tie," he quipped, a playful glint in his eyes.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, her expression teasing. "Oh, really? Well, maybe then we can talk about that date."

And just like that, the air was charged with a shared understanding, a connection that had transcended an initial rejection. Arthur realized that he had found someone who could match his wit and challenge his expectations, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of a tie that met (Y/N)'s standards.

As they continued to chat, Arthur couldn't help but think that sometimes, even the smallest details could lead to the most unexpected and entertaining interactions.

**End of Second Flashback**

“Heh, I can definitely see her doing that.” Thomas chuckled taking a sip of his whiskey.

“So when did you know that she was the one for you?” Finn questions once more.

“When she rocked my shit,” Arthur let’s out a heartfelt laugh that reached downwards and pulled at his stomach muscles.

“Aye, I got one mean right hook,” flexed (y/n).

**Third Flashback**

The Garrison pub was alive with the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversations. Arthur Shelby sat at a table with (Y/N) by his side, their laughter mingling with the atmosphere of camaraderie that permeated the establishment. They had been dating for a while now, and their connection had deepened into something Arthur couldn't quite put into words.

As the evening wore on, the jovial atmosphere was interrupted by a crude comment from a man at the bar. His gaze lingered on (Y/N) for a moment too long, and a lewd grin spread across his face. Before anyone could react, he reached out and slapped her behind, a smug expression on his face.

The air grew tense as Arthur's eyes darkened with anger. He clenched his fists, his temper simmering beneath the surface. (Y/N)'s gaze met his, and he could see the fiery determination in her eyes. She wasn't about to let this slide.

Without a word, Arthur pushed back his chair and strode over to the man, his presence looming over him. "I'd advise you to keep your hands to yourself," he growled, his voice a low rumble.

The man sneered, his bravado undeterred. "What's it to you, mate? She doesn't seem to mind."

Before anyone could react, a punch was thrown, and chaos erupted. Fists flew, tables toppled, and the once-friendly pub transformed into a battlefield of clashing egos.

Amidst the melee, (Y/N) held her own, her moves fluid and calculated. She delivered a swift kick to one man's knee, causing him to buckle, and then ducked under a punch aimed at her. She spun around, landing a powerful strike that sent another man reeling.

Arthur's rage fueled his strength as he traded blows with the aggressor. His punches landed with precision, the violence of the fight a stark reminder of the world he inhabited. He caught sight of (Y/N) out of the corner of his eye, her face a mask of determination as she fought alongside him.

As the brawl continued, (Y/N) engaged in a rapid exchange of punches with a particularly formidable opponent. Her moves were fluid and fierce, a testament to her strength and resilience. However, in the heat of the moment, a sudden duck from her opponent led to a collision of her fist with Arthur's jaw.

The impact caught Arthur by surprise, causing him to stagger back. Blood welled in his mouth, and for a moment, his shock overshadowed his anger. He spat out the blood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze locking with (Y/N)'s.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. The chaos of the fight faded into the background, and all Arthur could see was (Y/N), her fierce determination mirrored in her eyes. He realized that this was a woman who could not only hold her own in a fight but also challenge him in ways he had never anticipated.

The thought echoed in his mind as his focus shifted back to the brawl. With renewed determination, he squared his shoulders and reengaged with the man who had provoked the fight. The two of them traded punches with a ferocity that seemed fueled by a shared fire.

As the brawl finally began to subside, Arthur's knuckles bloodied and his breath heavy, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride and affection for (Y/N). They had fought together, not as two separate individuals, but as a united force against adversity.

When the last of the brawlers had been subdued and the tension began to fade, Arthur turned to (Y/N) with a mixture of awe and amusement. Bloodied and bruised, she was a sight to behold, her fierce spirit shining even in the aftermath of the fight.

With a wry smile, he reached out to wipe away a smudge of dirt from her cheek. "You always did know how to make an impression."

(Y/N) chuckled, her gaze meeting his with equal parts mirth and warmth. "Just returning the favor, love."

In the midst of the chaos and the camaraderie, Arthur Shelby couldn't help but feel a deep sense of connection with the woman by his side. As he gazed at her, his heart pounded with a realization that cut through the chaos: he was going to marry this woman.

**End of Flashback Three**

“And from that point one, (y/n) and I been closer than ever” finishes Arthur.

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pick a card tarot reading

a look into your future family

this reading is part of a charity event

pile 1 -> pile 2

pile 3 -> pile 4

this reading is meant to promote an event I prepared here on tumblr with the goal of collecting money for an animal shelter I volunteer at! here's their website and instagram page.

if you want to know more about the event and/or want an individual reading, please check out this post where I explained everything!

pile 1

you're likely to have a big family, I see pregnancy and adoption in your future, could mean adopting kids or pets! you're very likely to get married for love in this lifetime, and you may struggle a bit with money, may prefer to have a more practical or intimate wedding instead of a big ceremony with many guests. your family would be balanced, happy and peaceful, it's likely you'll all feel loved and respected in this dynamic, make beautiful memories even without relying a lot on money. you may use the wedding and/or honeymoon money to invest in a beautiful family house with a big land, I see much space for pets and children to play and for a couple to chill and dance. you may have infertility issues or an unplanned pregnancy, but it will all work out beautifully in the end, I see having a big family and protecting others is part of your life's mission. you may distance yourself from your original family, emotionally and/or physically, however it resonates to you. all of this could already be in motion, so you may be dating or interested in the person that will be the parent of your offsprings, maybe have a pet that will be with you for a long long time. this is a more traditional family I see, a couple, kids and pets in a house that they own. the couple will be intensely in love with each other, partners for life, a real ride or die, with a soul connection. you may live nearby a lake or the ocean and rely a lot in seafood. the people will be very supportive of each other's dreams and uniqueness, although you may not always have the tools to make your wishes come true, you'll always find a way that fits you well and makes you happy. this family will love to spend time together, hanging out and talking, sharing what's on your minds, I think this is a more creative family and you may spend a lot of time on the couch. kids would always help with the house chores and would be happy to do so, as they respect their parents and feel genuinely respected by them also. this may be a same-sex couple that won't be able to legally get married or impregnate, but will be full of love and peace.

pile 2

this pile will for sure get married but they might struggle a bit and have to work hard for that to happen. you may be very distant from each other at first, have difficulty talking, may be a long-distance relationship, feelings will grow steadily and endlessly. there is intense passion between each other, and the relationship is ruled by yin energy, steady, stubborn, patient but often misunderstood. this connection will help you make money and discover knowledge, this is the type of couple to enjoy long road trips and bake cookies with their cat in the afternoon. pregnancy is sure to be involved in this connection, probably after much consideration and planning as you seem to be a very organized duo with much self control, your kids seem to have opposite energies to you, they may come as a life lesson and mess up your balance. you may take care of your grandkids or nephews/nieces in the future, I do see you living closely to your original family, you may live in the same neighborhood, building or street as your parents, siblings, whoever or even share a house with them. your future family will require you to come out of your comfort zone and be more action oriented, you may lose the peace you once had in your marriage (not that it would cause separation, just learning together and being exhausted at the end of the day). your kids may be troublemakers, you may have an angry or neglected pet, I see struggle and conflict after you decide to make the family bigger, a lot of misunderstandings and bad communication between guardians and offsprings. I think teenagers and toddlers are the biggest issues, this could all just mean something silly like you adopt a pet and don't worry about spaying it immediately then it runs aways, and comes back with babies so you have to take care and it's messy, loud and too much, so you give them away. I don't sense a heavy energy from this pile but I do see a lot of struggles and misunderstandings. parents will be trying really hard while the ones they take care of may not understand, like you don't relate with one another. as yin energy rules the relationship of the parents, the family issues will be solved as such, with time, patience, softness and spiritual advising. this family may rely on therapy or religion, and nature time would be very helpful to bring everyone together. yelling, fighting, punishments like isolation or getting grounded would never be involved in this family dynamic, other people may think that this is dysfunctional and lack of discipline but it will pay off so well in the future. you may have a lot of playful fighting and your kids may hear or see things that others may think is too much, but you're not worried about traditional educating, in your mind the only rule is to keep everyone healthy in every sense (which you will manage). I see disability in the family tree, from one of the parents and/or kids, which also explains a lot of the struggles that the cards showed. this family is a lesson, part of your spiritual journey to learn more about other people, the world and yourself. where and what are your limits? how much control can you have?

pile 3

I don't see marriage in this future! 😁 I do see pregnancy, but probably an abortion or giving babies away for adoption, it doesn't seem this pile wants to raise kids of their own. I do see a lot of different types of pets tho, you may live in a farm or work in a sanctuary, a shelter, I know your environment will be full of loyal animals that follow you around like you're their parent or best friend, which is so fucking sweet!! this pile feels very very light, carefree and innocent, very pure. you may feel a little lonely from time to time, but you will be genuinely fulfilled! your house will be filled with friends and family like your siblings, parents, cousins, whoever, you won't have time to feel alone >< your home seems to be a representation of your heart, anyone is welcomed and you take care of everyone and everything, this is a place and a person (you) that people and animals go for comfort and healing, you'll adopt a lot of hurt and needy animals. you may have cows, chickens, bats for some reason came through, of course, dogs and cats are always around. the family you will create is a found family, your blood relatives, your friends, your pets... you will take care of kids, just not your own, I don't see you adopting or giving birth, just being a proactive, giving and altruistic individual. this family is the definition of pure love and comfort, it is unbelievable how healing and peaceful this feels. this family is your dream come true, this your reward, your karma, your peaceful break in your multiple lifetimes, it's like nothing is required from you except just being happy and doing whatever you want, literally.

pile 4

this family is likely to be divided! I see a marriage, but I also see betrayal and separation, the couple may not be together forever but they will have kids and be forever linked. in case that happens, the person reading this is likely to keep the children, just because that's what showed in the cards, I didn't put any spells or anything. your children will be your most priced possessions, you would protect them like little flowers in a war field. the struggles don't seem to affect this family at all, they're like tripping on a rock and continue walking because it didn't even hurt or risk your balance. there's such a breath of relief when you see your kids, the love between you is very pure and healing. you may worry more than you need to, this family will be very happy, healthy and protected, you may literally have a spiritual group or friends and family sent by your angels that protect you and guide all of you. this pile is reminding me a lot of rory and lorelai's relationship in gilmore girls! this family is a lesson for your soul to learn real love, to accept true and unconditional love, to trust the universe and let yourself be taken care of. this is a beautiful beautiful pile representing a beautiful beautiful family who is very close and cozy.

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whats maeve's deal?? shes so cute!

OUGH TY FOR ASKING!!!!

Maeve is an IDV oc, with her game title being “Dollmaker”. She’s a quirky, sharp-tongued, and upbeat gal with a passion for dolls, especially the three haunted dolls that always accompany her; Megaera, Alecto, and Tisiphone. However, under the surface, she’s a cunning and ruthless woman with more than a few skeletons in her closet.

Backstory and more info under the cut; content warning for murder, death, and child abuse. More info can be found on her lore doc here.

Maeve’s ability to interact with the deceased comes from a near-death experience when she was quite young; her uncle (Baron Shithead McCarthy), who adopted her after her parent’s death, attempted to kill her in order to take her inheritance for himself. However, the gunshot did not kill her, it just barely missed her heart. Waking up later that night in a grave, she dug herself out and walked back to town, much to the surprise of everyone there. She recovered, but the incident changed her quite a bit. After her little brush with death, she began noticing things that others could not. Primarily, she could see and talk to people that didn’t really exist, fragments of memories from ages gone by. She also learned that these memories have “homes” in the form of places, things, and even people.

Upon voicing these oddities, however, her uncle quickly declared her hysterical and had her shipped off to White Sand Street Asylum, a place chock-full of ghosts for her to practice her new abilities on. She quickly gained a penchant for being a sharp-tongued troublemaker with her hands in every other incident, damaging valuable equipment and generally causing a good old ruckus. This is where she gained her three ghostly besties: Alecto, who was stabbed, Megaera, who was electrocuted, and Tisiphone, who was mauled. She was able to transfer them to new “homes” in the form of dolls she made out of old clothes she snagged, making them her little partners in crime. While she was there, she also befriended Alice for a short time, retrieving her doll and fixing it for her when she first arrived.

After several years at White Sand, it was clear to most everyone that there was nothing actually “wrong” with Maeve, and any attempt to test on her was more likely to hurt several people then yield any results. Several staff there had even come to appreciate her spitfire personality within the Asylum’s depressing walls. On the down-low, she wasn’t really treated like a patient anymore, instead simply left to her own devices, it was safer for everyone that way. Noticing her passion with sewing, several of the staff there offered her more sewing supplies to work with, with which she went on to create toys and clothes for various patients there. Maeve found a lifelong love for crafting and gift-giving, with every tired smile and spark of hope pushing her towards her newfound dream.

When word of her improvement reached back home, her uncle sent word for her to return, as she was almost of a marriageable age. Maeve, however, had been nursing quite a grudge against him since his little murder attempt, and fighting fire with fire had already gotten her this far. Several days later, Baron McCarthy is nowhere to be found, and the only change to the house is a strange doll in the likeness of the Baron. Maeve takes her inheritance and uses it to purchase a small storefront, where she begins selling her crafts. However, the town soon starts experiencing some mysterious disappearances….

Maeve’s murderous tendencies are rather strange, for her, it’s a form of justice, making sure nobody has to suffer like she did. She targets abusive parents and relatives, especially those who go after children, whittling down their sanity with her ghostly friends until they repent their ways, go mad, or, if she decides it’s necessary, eliminating them entirely. She’s well aware that it’s dirty work, but for her, it’s a necessary job only she can take on. Even though she’s genuinely quite cheerful, she plays up the silly, naive persona to sell her act, keeping a well-maintained front while her friends are at work behind the scenes.

In all other fields, Maeve could be considered a very good person. She loves children, regularly sending money and toys to orphanages in her area and giving clothes and protection to the homeless kids that hang around her shop. She dotes on the spirits that make their homes in her dolls, regularly going out to offer safe places to memories that would otherwise be exorcized, and many locals know her as a wonderful conversationalist and a very helpful member of the community. Her “justice” is her little secret, and she intends to take it to her grave.

I don’t have toooooo much about her game just yet but the main points so far are!:

Maeve comes to the manor not on a game invitation, but on a commission; someone from the manor asked her to make a doll in the likeness of a very particular blonde-haired little girl, and requested a personal delivery.

Orpheus is participating! Maeve clocks him as a Bad Dude(TM) immediately, because every single ghost in the manor HATES him. Most of the preliminary events are Orpheus/Nightmare and Maeve playing logical 4d chess with ghostly possession against each other while the other players are very, very confused.

Maeve escapes! By the skin of her teeth, but once she’s figured out what Orpheus is really up to, she books it out of the manor before the actual game even starts. She goes into hiding for a bit while she turns over a new leaf about the whole murder thing and decides to make up for her past mistakes as best she can. Once the manor burns, she regularly returns there to collect the various memories lingering there and grant them some sense of respite.

Also more art of her because,,, I love she,,,,

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask! As I said above the cut, her lore doc, which contains some info about her skills and deductions, can be found here.

#sorry anon you gave me a reason to go crazy and I’m taking it by the horns #give me an inch with my ocs and I WILL take a mile #original character #oc #idv #identity v #idv oc #identity v oc #idv ocs #indie’s art #indie’s ocs #oc: maeve #oc: Dollmaker #cw: child abuse #cw: death

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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like the dawn- series masterlist

summary: the first superheroes, the soldiers out of time, the worst troublemakers of the avengers. steve rogers, james barnes, and (y/n) (l/n) have many titles. but before they became national heroes, they were an inseparable trio on the streets of brooklyn.

relationships: steve rogers x winged!poc!reader x bucky barnes

total wordcount: 77k

warnings: cussing, violence, the angst that is bucky’s time in hydra, mentions and references to racism, misogyny, and homophobia, idk pining?

this series is complete!

(pictures are not mine!)

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

part i- until the end of the line?

“we were children thrust into a war. and once it ends, what will we become?” -unknown

it all begins with a pinkie promise

part ii- the star-spangled man with a plan

“i’m fed up to the ears of old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in” -george mcgovern

local asthmatic does something very stupid immediately after being told not to

part iii- not without you

“show me a hero, and i’ll write you a tragedy” - f. scott fitzgerald

are you ready to follow captain america into the jaws of death?

part iv- the train and the plane

“i don’t know who sold the homeland, but i know who paid the price” - mahmoud darwish

in the span of weeks, you lose everything

part v- the captain, the winter soldier, and the angel

“you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame. i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name.” - a.j (via ddaredevil)

who are you?

part vi- the man on the bridge

“in nostalgia, there is no difference between a day, a year, a decade, or a lifetime, because the amount of longing is beyond the idea of time.” - gibran khalil gibran

the fall of hydra and shield, and the rise of something beyond the winter soldier and the angel of death.

part vii- the apartment

“when does memory end and love begin? all i know is- she loved him before she remembered him.” - ritika jyala

even as you and bucky go on the run, the trio can’t stay apart for long.

part viii- mission report

“if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent” - farouq jwaydeh

an airport, a quinjet, and 13 superheroes kicking the shit out of each other. what more could you want?

part ix- freefall

“i wish i had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.” - brian andreas

so the avengers are stuck in the compound while the world fights over the accords. great time to pine over your best friends!

part x- the letters

“i’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, i am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here” - l.m. dorsey

you aren’t quite ready to face the subject of the letters. but your boys will wait as long as you need.

part xi- the raft

“after all these years of bearing this pain alone, all i want is for you to hold me, and maybe put me back together again” - sarah doughty

normalize blaming thaddeus ross for every single problem in the world

part xii- the bed, the mirror, the couch

“show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and i will show you how it still shines like gold” - nikita gill

three times when everything seems right

part xiii- healing

“a monster is not such a terrible thing to be” - ocean vuong

good friends, the history channel, late nights in bed, and two bowls of fruit become the foundations for growth.

part xiv- the calm before the storm

“one day, you and i are gonna wake up and be alright. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. one day, i promise you” - fisher amelie

the road to recovery begins

part xv- the canyon

“to me you are the desert and the sea and everything secretive” - ingeborg bachmann

a well-needed vacation is taken

part xvi- the storm

“i want you to always remember me. will you remember that i existed, and that i stood next to you here like this?” - haruki murakami

you just can’t catch a break, can you?

part xvii- dust and blood

“if you must die, i’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body” - albert camus

“not without you”… right?

part xviii- the time heist

“am i supposed to be grateful to have survived this?” - brenna twohy

five years go by but you’re stuck in place

part xix- the endgame

“just because you are soft doesn’t mean you are not a force. honey and wildfire are both the color gold.” - victoria erickson

the shield, the gun, the bow

part xx- until the end of the line.

“i knew i did from that first moment we met. it was… not love at first sight exactly, but familiarity. like: oh, hello, it’s you. it’s going to be you.” - mhairi mcfarlane

it all ends with a pinkie promise

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Ultimate Cuteness Reader - Persona 5/Royal Edition Part 3 - The Jungle of Jealousy (Part One)

Description: The reader's longtime rival forms a Palace of her own, and it's time to take action.

This part is different, since it goes into depth about the Ultimate Bully's past, and the reader's relationship with her, so the first half is pretty dark, and the Phantom Thieves' reactions don't come until the end. Reminder that the Ultimate Bully uses she/her pronouns and goes by Mizuki Okazaki

Warnings: Mentions of depression, implied self-harm, mentions of past child abuse, self-hatred

It had been a week since the incident.

It was difficult, but thanks to your partner and your friends, you finally accepted your grandmother's death and began the process of moving on.

You soon returned to school and saw your childhood bully at the entrance. You flinched as Mizuki passed by you, expecting her to hit you or push you over, but she only gave you a silent, hateful glare, one that somehow felt more personal than usual.

After asking around, you learned that she had gotten expelled for beating one of the teachers and knocking him unconscious. She already had a reputation as an insatiable, bloodthirsty beast, and hitting a teacher was the last straw.

As someone who knew her since you were both children, this was a shock. You knew she was violent, but you had never seen her fighting with a teacher. As you recall, she used to be afraid of authority, hating the thought of getting in trouble with an adult.

But once the two of you entered junior high, that changed. She went from an innocent young girl to a violent troublemaker, and you just couldn't imagine why. You tried many times to reach out to her, but she continued to push you away.

You couldn't help but feel frustrated. You used to be friends, but one day, out of nowhere, she punched you in the gut and pushed you to the ground, declaring that she never wanted to see or talk with you again. Ever since then, she continued to make your life hell, without ever offering any kind of explanation. Even you were starting to lose your patience.

All your friends, even your significant other, always told you to give up on her, that there was no way to reach out to someone like her. You were one to believe in second chances, but at this point, maybe it was time to listen to them.

You soon headed off to class, and Mizuki watched you through the window. She only scoffed to herself before walking away. She walked along the streets of Shibuya by herself before stopping at an alley.

She sat down against the wall and took a box of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket before popping one in her mouth and lighting it. As someone who was almost always fueled by anger, she finally had a quiet moment of calm, silent numbness.

Mizuki knew she wouldn't hear the end of it if her parents found out. But then again, they hardly ever asked about school or her personal life, so perhaps they wouldn't figure it out in the first place. For Mizuki, it could go either way.

She took a drag from her cigarette as her mind wandered back to seeing you in Shujin, laughing and talking with your friends and significant other. You had been gone for a week, then suddenly came back like nothing happened. She was annoyed at first, wondering what could have possibly happened for you of all people to skip school, but she stopped bothering with it quickly after.

Everyone else thought Mizuki was some sadistic bitch who tormented you for no reason at all. But the truth was, she was jealous. You had everything she ever wanted. Friends, a lover, and if not both of your parents, at least a grandmother who loved you.

She knew that wasn't an excuse for the way she treated you, but she didn't understand why she couldn't have the same luck as you. The only good thing Mizuki ever had was her older brother, who raised her in their parents' place and protected her from them ever since they were children. But even that couldn't last, and she lost him to a car accident five years before.

The week after that day had been horrible. As if losing the only person who ever cared for her wasn't enough, her father took his anger out on her, and he beat her every chance he got while shouting hateful words, words that she would internalize later on. The abuse that she was once protected from was then part of her daily life.

When Mizuki saw you again, you were trying to talk to her and make sure she was alright, to which she responded with a punch to the gut and an angry demand to never speak to her again. Her home situation combined with her grief fueled an anger she had never felt before.

To her, it felt like you were mocking her, shoving how perfect your life was in her face every time you saw her. That moment ended up inducing yet another long cycle of pain, this time between the two of you. That day marked the destruction of her once sweet, innocent self as she hardened herself and shoved her emotions deep down.

Alongside this, Mizuki began picking fights with other students, and thanks to the muscle she built up, she won every single fight and came out almost completely unscathed. Despite knowing what kind of trouble that would earn her at home, she didn't care.

She loved the excitement, the rush she felt from the action. She loved being the one in control for once, like a predator cornering its prey. This newfound addiction would earn her an infamous reputation later on, up until her expulsion.

But it didn't matter. Mizuki didn't care what happened to her anymore. She grew too accustomed to the abuse to process fear, and no one cared enough about her for her to process loneliness or sadness. She forgot the feeling of joy entirely, so that wasn't an option either.

Mizuki was little more than a shell of her former self, the broken pieces of the childhood that was taken away from her. She pretended to hate other people, but she hated herself far more. She took one final drag from her cigarette before pressing the end of it onto the wall and dropping it only the ground and returning home.

Thankfully, neither of her parents were there. Her dog came to greet her as always, but she ignored him as she walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She took a look in the mirror, and she felt a flame burning inside of her as she noticed the dark circles underneath her eyes, the scar over her eye, those ugly, glowing crimson eyes she inherited from her father.

The flame grew stronger, and she clenched her fists before drawing back her arm and hitting the mirror with all her might. The floor was then covered in glass shards, and her fingers began to bleed. But she didn't care as she took out the switchblade she kept in her boot and rolled up her left sleeve, ignoring the worried whimpering from her dog outside the door.

Soon, tears fell from her eyes as she fell to her knees and began to break down, finally releasing her buried emotions. The dog began furiously scratching at the door, but Mizuki heard nothing.

Fucking worthless, she thought to herself. Everyone hates me. Why the fuck was I even born? Those bastards didn't even want me. I should've been the one in that accident...

Mizuki sat on the floor for an hour, trapped in the hatefulness of her dark mind. She eventually grew tired and fell asleep, not even bothering to clean her arm. As that was happening, her Palace begin to form, something larger and more frightful than the Phantom Thieves have ever seen.

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A few hours later, you were leaving school with your significant other, and as you two parted for the day, you felt that something was wrong.

You looked down to see your rabbit plush twitch his nose. He had a way of detecting any kind of disturbance, even in the Metaverse. Subtle movements like that could easily go unnoticed by anyone else, but you knew the signals well.

You paused on your way home and stepped into a nearby alley before taking out your phone and checking the Meta-Nav. You began to wonder who could possibly have a Palace this time when you thought back to your old friend's strange behavior from earlier.

No... It can't be.

Your stomach twisted with anxiety as the realization made its way into your mind. Although you knew it wasn't unlikely, the last thing you wanted was to see your former friend's distorted desires.

You looked over to your rabbit plush, who gave you a knowing look and nodded. You took a deep breath in and prepared yourself as you put Mizuki's name into the app.

It hit.

You felt your heart sink. It was such a horrifying discovery, and yet, you couldn't be surprised. You always guessed that her hostility towards you came from a place of pain, and this only proved your theory to be correct.

The worst part was that despite knowing her for so long, you couldn't even begin to guess where the Palace was, or how she viewed it. She was so difficult to read, and she hardly ever spoke, so there weren't any hints you could think of. It was distressing to realize just how little you knew about her.

But at the very least, it provided you an opportunity. A chance to get to the bottom of Mizuki's pain and reach out to her. Figure out what you did to cause her to sever your friendship. Even though you were close to giving up on her, there was no way you could ignore this.

With that in mind, you raced to Leblanc to tell the others. You swore to save Mizuki no matter what, and you needed to find a way to reach out to her before she hurt herself or anyone else again.

Ren Amamiya/Joker

He understands, and he's ready to help

And as he discusses the situation with the others, he takes note of how uncomfortable you look

He takes your hand in his and reassures you that everything will be alright, and that he will protect you from anything the Palace has to offer

He knows that confronting your former friend's distorted desires wasn't easy, even if Mizuki hurt you

Clearly, this operation is personal to you, and he respects that

But even so, he won't allow anything or anyone to harm you, especially not Mizuki

Ryuji Sakamoto

He doesn't think it's worth it, honestly

"You actually wanna save that asshole? Why? She's done nothin' but pick on you your whole life."

He doesn't really get it, but despite everything, you still wanted to save your old friend

Plus, you also knew it probably wasn't a good idea to leave a Palace unattended

Ryuji still doesn't see the point, but he begrudgingly agrees to help

But only for your sake; he couldn't care less about Mizuki

He barely listens while the others discuss the operation, only focusing on you and trying to ease your anxiety

He acknowledges how kind and brave you are, and he swears to protect you with his life when you enter the Palace

Yusuke Kitagawa

He only gives a nod in understanding as he looks down thoughtfully

"I see... I suppose it was only a matter of time before the angry, bitter wolf would spawn her own Palace."

He's curious about what her Palace would look like, but he notices how serious you look and turns all of his attention to you

"Fear not, my dear. This is but a mere obstacle in our path to success. No matter what happens, we will destroy this vile place."

He swears to protect you, no matter how powerful Mizuki's shadow may be

Goro Akechi

He doesn't even bother to hide his contempt as he looks at you in disbelief

"You want to save that bitch? Why?!"

Mizuki has done nothing but bring you pain, but you're still thinking about her own?

Honestly, after all she's done, he has half a mind to sneak into that Palace and "take care" of her Shadow himself

But no matter how much he tried to convince you to leave her behind, you remained determined to save your friend and bring her back to her senses

Goro could see that there was no convincing you otherwise-- you could be stubborn when you wanted to be, after all

With that, he simply sighs and begrudgingly agrees to join the operation

As the others discuss the situation, he occasionally chimes in with a bitter comment about Mizuki while also subtly reminding you that it's not too late to change your mind

But you're sticking to your guns, and he's going to protect you from anything that Palace has to offer, including Mizuki herself

Ann Takamaki

She gives you a nod of understanding, but looks at you with concern, wondering if it's a good idea to bring you along

"Okay, we'll do whatever we can, but... Are you sure you wanna come along this time? I mean, Mizuki did hurt you a lot..."

You understand her concern, but in the end, it's going to be between you and Mizuki

You're the only one who knows her, and you needed to be the one to reach out to her

She's still worried about you getting hurt, but she respects it

She notices your fear and does her best to comfort you while the others go over the operation

Even though it would ultimately come down to you, Ann will be damned if Mizuki hurts you

Makoto Niijima

She stiffly nods in understanding, but she looks at you with worry

"I see, but... You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I understand how hard this is for you."

You shake your head, once again insisting that you needed to get to the bottom of Mizuki's pain

There was so much you didn't know, and it was time to break the cycle

Although reluctant, Makoto agrees to bring you with them

She comforts you when you look worried, and assures you that if Mizuki's shadow tries to harm you, she'll be subjected to her Fist of Justice

Futaba Sakura

It wasn't surprising to hear that Mizuki had a Palace, but it was surprising to hear how determined you were to save her

"Woah, hold on a sec! (Name), are you sure you don't wanna sit this one out? I mean, she did put you through a lot..."

You shake your head and insist once more that you need to save Mizuki, and Futaba remembers when you saved her from her own Palace

So she respects it, and swears to give you all the support she can offer

"Don't you worry, (Name)! I'm not letting anyone lay a finger on your adorable self, especially not that bully!"

She then reaches out and squishes your cheeks, which helps cheer you up

Haru Okumura

Very surprised to hear about the Palace, and also worries about bringing you along

"I understand that this is hard for you, but are you sure you want to join us? There's no telling what could be inside this Palace, especially for someone like Okazaki-san..."

She just doesn't want you to get hurt, knowing that Mizuki's contempt for you would undoubtedly be reflected in her Palace

But you refuse to sit back and watch as your old friend suffers, and the time has finally come to take action

Haru respects that, and she does her best to comfort you while assuring you that nothing will happen to you as long as she's there

Sumire Yoshizawa

She had only seen Mizuki a few times, and she didn't expect her to have a Palace, even though it did make sense

But considering how dangerous the Palace is likely going to be, she can't help but worry

"Are you sure you're ready for this, senpai? I mean... I can't imagine you'll see anything good."

You still refuse to back down, and Sumire can't help but admire your determination

But she asks to come along as well, to make sure you're safe

She does her best to ease your worries, and promises to protect you with all her might

Searching for the keywords wasn't easy at all. But suddenly, you remembered something you heard from Mizuki, way back when you were kids. It was back in junior high, when she was fighting her bully in the hallway and won. As Mizuki glared down at her with bruised hands and a bleeding nose, she uttered one impactful line.

"Listen. I know you're just another superficial jerk, so I'm not gonna waste my time. But soon, I'll be the one in control, and everyone in this overgrown jungle of hate will know my name."

A jungle. That had to be it. You inserted it into the Nav, and surely enough, "Jungle" was the cognition.

Now the last issue was figuring out where this jungle was.

You tried every location you could think of; Mizuki's house, Shujin Academy, even your junior high school. But nothing seemed to work. You even tried out different cities, but got nothing. After the fourth hour of this foolishness passed, Ryuji threw up his arms in frustration.

"Oh, gimme a break! We've tried Shibuya, Shujin, her house, and we can't figure out where the hell this bitch is keepin' her damn Palace! What's next, all of Tokyo?!"

As he said that, the cognition changed, and everyone looked at the Meta-Nav in shock.

"I... I've never seen anything like this before." Even Morgana was wide-eyed as he processed this.

"Huh. Looks like Ryuji and his big mouth were actually useful." Futaba remarked as she and the others turned to look at Ryuji, who was staring ahead with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open, looking more shocked than anyone in the room.

"FOR REAL?!"

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona 5 x reader #ren amamiya x reader #ryuji sakamoto x reader #yusuke kitagawa x reader #goro akechi x reader #ann takamaki x reader #makoto niijima x reader #futaba sakura x reader #haru okumura x reader #sumire yoshizawa x reader #ultimate cuteness reader #ultimate cuteness series

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tangledbea · 1 year

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How do we know where Eugene's orphanage was?

There are several clues during the course of the series, and even the movie, that Eugene's not from Corona.

In the movie, he refers to the Lost Princess celebration as, "the lantern thing they do for the princess." The entire kingdom participates, and yet he calls it something "they" do, implying that he doesn't participate in it, himself, nor does he have any emotional attachment to it. (The citizens of Corona clearly have an emotional attachment to the festival, and teach their children to honor the Lost Princess on her day.) Most people refer to something that is done in their home town as something "we" do.

During the prologue of Tangled: Before Ever After, he narrates, "Raised as an orphan on the rough streets of--" and then Rapunzel cuts him off, a writing tactic used to hint that there is more information there that we're not yet privy to. Besides, why would he feel the need to say that he was raised on the rough streets of anywhere in particular if we were meant to assume it was Corona?

In "The Return of Strongbow," Rapunzel, upon examining the ring, exclaims that, "Oldie must have been from Corona!" At this point in time in the series, it’s almost certain that Rapunzel knows where Eugene grew up. Why would she feel the need to point out that Oldie - Eugene’s supposed caretaker - must have been from Corona if he, himself, was?

In "The Return of Quaid," Eugene refers to Vardaros as "my old stomping grounds," and Quaid knew him and Lance from when they were young troublemakers. We know the Baron has a house in or near Corona because of "The Return of Strongbow," but Vardaros has been his base of operations for years.

Now, all of this is the contextual evidence given within the episodes. But there's an episode that was written, but never finalized and never got made, and Ricky Roxburgh, one of the writers for the series, told me about it: The Trial of Fitzherbert and Schnitz. It was a story about how, when they were kids growing up in Vardaros, Lance was directly responsible for Eugene not getting adopted. While this episode never made it into the series, they kept it in mind when giving us the crumbs of Eugene and Lance's past. Go ahead and follow that link above to find out what I was told about the plot of that lost episode.

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #Eugene Fitzherbert #TTS #Vardaros #Analysis #Deleted Scenes #Ricky Roxburgh #The Trial of Fitzherbert and Schnitz #Links #Answered

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I usually hate "but how would you feel if it was the other way around" arguments, but I do think it's worth considering how the situation between Criston and Rhaenyra would be viewed if their genders were reversed. Say a prince seduced a female servant - a female servant who owed her job to him, no less - and so the servant went to bed with him willingly. Then later, when she naively asks him to abandon his royal life and run away and marry her, he rejects her offer and instead tells her she can just be his mistress, and she is hurt by this because she thought he loved her enough to marry her. We might all agree the female servant was naive, but I also think most people would agree that the prince had used her and hurt her and been careless with her feelings, at best. We would understand the servant's anger. That's how I feel about the situation between Criston and Rhaenyra. It wasn't maliciously done on Rhaenyra's part, but it still showed a disregard for Criston and the position she'd put him in.

Well said! I agree with you very much. As a young girl, Rhaenyra is privileged and sheltered as the heir to the Iron Throne, which makes her oblivious at times to how her actions affect others. This is particularly obvious in her interactions with Criston and Alicent.

A simple scene that is pretty good at displaying that naivety is on her night out with Daemon when she is disguised as a street kid. When she sees the food vendor, she thoughtlessly takes the fruit without considering that she needs to pay. This makes the vendor upset and she runs away to avoid getting into trouble. It's innocent enough, but it shows us that Rhaenyra is often used to having people offer trivial things to her on a platter. Emphasis on TRIVIAL. The thing is, what is trivial to her is not necessarily trivial to others.

Rhaenyra hates having to meet dozens of suitors to be married off, a problem of hers that she openly complains about to Alicent, who didn't have a say in who she married. Otto Hightower told her to ingratiate herself with the king, so she obeyed. The king wanted to marry her and make her bear his children, so she obeyed. Most women in Westeros did not have the luxury of being able to pick from dozens of men whom they would marry.

Rhaenyra's midnight rendezvous with Criston was borne from the fact that Daemon couldn't follow through with seducing her. She came home drunk and horny and decided that Criston was the next best thing. Criston initially rejected her for the sake of his vows but she persisted until he gave in. To her, it's harmless fun. To Criston, it's his honor and identity on the line.

Even defending her reputation to Alicent was a calculated decision that was based on the naive belief that there would be no consequences for her night out. She had to somewhat fight her way out of that situation, and boy did she come out the Victor. Rhaenyra gets Otto fired as hand of the king because of his surveillance over her and the belief that he's ambitious and wishes to tear her down. She's not wrong, but it doesn't change the fact that she was off gallivanting with her troublemaking uncle and then had her Kingsguard break his vows to satisfy her. It doesn't change that the "accusations" Otto made against her were true.

So she lies to Alicent who vouches for her innocence and then persuades her father to fire Otto, which essentially isolates Alicent more than she already was as a non-Targaryen. Take note, Alicent confided in Rhaenyra that she feels lonely and barely has friends in court. She told Rhaenyra that she missed their friendship and Rhaenyra used that yearning to get the upper hand when she lied to Alicent about her night out. When Alicent realizes this, she learns that she can't trust anyone including Rhaenyra. Alicent and her father have their own messed up relationship, but that isn't the point of this post.

So to conclude, Rhaenyra's position has allowed her to take liberties with others without considering the consequences it has on them. She's essentially burned down bridges without necessarily meaning to, but she lit the match and the fire spread anyway. And these bridges stay burned while the fire continues to spread towards others. It's something that they will all bitterly regret for fanning.

#asks #hotd spoilers #hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #criston cole

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azsazz · 1 year

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Our Souls Are Stars and Mine Is Forever Yours

Gideon x Maude

(Cassian’s son and Eris’ daughter ~ Azsazz Next Gen)

Summary: Starfall Week Prompt 1: Character A introduced Character B to their favorite Starfall tradition.

AKA: Gideon and Maudes first kiss.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,335

Notes: Wanted to try and write something for these two 💙

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His Uncle Rhys had told him about this very spot. Up on the balcony above the party, the perfect place to get a moment alone and view the beautifully colored stars as they glide through the night sky. The best place to kiss someone for the first time.

The High Lord had said it was unmatched, his violet eyes glowing vibrantly as he had told him and his cousins all about his favorite Starfall in all of the years he’s seen. It was the year Aunt Feyre had officially become his, the stars that had painted their skin with luminescence and the laughter and the kiss that followed.

Gideon wants that.

And who better to have his first kiss with than the girl he’d been chasing for years without even realizing it? Maude Vanserra. Her name is a delicacy in his mouth, a portrait in his brain, a brand in his soul. The mere thought of her has his palms warming and his heart fluttering in his chest, stomach twisting with nervousness.

He’d known Maude for years, since they were children and Eris had brought her to a meeting with him, his pristinely dressed and well-mannered daughter clinging tightly to his neck. She was in that stage where she wanted to be wherever he was, and with Beron out of the picture and on better terms with the Night Court, he had let the little girl tag along. Of course, he had also brought a large platoon of soldiers to keep the children of Night away from her.

She had been a true damsel in distress, even from that age.

And Gideon liked being her knight in shining armor. To save the heiress from her tower and ride off into the moonlight with her had been something he’d thought about for quite some time. He couldn’t help but stay away.

In return, Maude was determined to dig her way into his heart with her fiery spirit that threatened to burn down any weariness he had about committing to the Autumn female.

His father had told him that it was just a childhood crush, that he’d outgrow within weeks. Weeks of thinking about the caramel color of Maude’s eyes turned into months obsessing over the ruddy red of her hair. How it blazed in the sun like the fiery pit in his stomach. Months of dreams of long auburn hair morphed into a year of reminders of her; the smattering of golden freckles across pale skin like the stars in the night sky, the cherry of her plump lips as he looked out his window at the garden of roses in full bloom, the absolute perfection of her laugh, matching the sweet melody sweeping through the Night Court streets.

And finally, he’s decided to make his move.

Getting Maude to agree to be his date to Starfall wasn’t the hard part. No, it was overbearing parents and the thought of a daughter spending the evening away at the Night Court with all of the troublemaker children Eris had wanted his own brood to stay away from.

It had been letting the information slip to his nosy cousins that he was finally ready to make a move on Maude.

They hadn’t stopped pestering him for weeks, snide comments at the dinner table that had their parents’ eyes narrowing and asking leading questions. Gideon’s harsh glares did nothing to stop their teasing, only had their heads ducked together, stifling their laughter behind their hands until their faces were red with it.

But he’d successfully slipped away from the prying eyes of Nyx, Wren, and Baz, who’d made sure to keep him and Maude within sight the entire night.

Her hand is warm in his, and she is the embodiment of a Goddess.

Dressed in a silvery pool of gossamer fabric, she shines. He’d even seen his sisters and cousins draw her into conversation, gushing about the beauty of her dress when they’d first caught sight of the glimmering ball gown.

Maude’s auburn hair glowed around her like a thousand suns swept perfectly into alignment, all for this moment.

All for him.

Gideon’s breath still hasn’t returned from the first time he’d seen her tonight, looking very much like the royalty she descends from; chin lifted and shoulder poised like a perfectly docile lady. But he knew her better than that, saw the way her creamy eyes shone with mischief as she watched Baz and Nyx glance from the dessert table around the room, cheeky smirks on their faces as they plotted under everyone’s noses.

She doesn’t speak, lets him lead her up the spiraling staircase up onto the balcony. Maude can sense his nervousness. The way that his hand is still tucked into hers, clutching it a little tighter than normal, his breath baited and his lip between his teeth.

He takes her toward the iron rails and heaves a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of his heart. He’s unsure of what to say, how to fill the screaming silence. The smear of stars should be flitting through the sky in no time, and while Gideon had meticulously planned out exactly what he was going to say to Maude, he hadn’t thought about when the perfect timing to admit his feelings would be.

“Giddy,” her voice draws him away from his circling thoughts. Her tone is soft, a lullaby that he’s never forgotten. She places her hand over his own, white-knuckled from how firmly he’s grasping the railing. One of her perfect eyebrows is quirked in question. “What’s going on?”

He looks away from the bright stars and once again he’s taken by her beauty. She’s perfect in every way and his heart tugs in his chest at the soft look on her face, the way that the corner of her mouth is quirked in a smirk, like she can read his mind.

Gideon swallows harshly, turning his hand over so he can grasp her fingers for support. Her smile only grows as he does so, and she gives him a reassuring squeeze even through her questioning eyes.

“There’s something I want to tell you,” he breathes, shifting on his feet as if he’s unsure of how to approach this.

His father had told him the cheeky ways he’d gone about winning his mothers hand, snarky remarks or suggestive comments that had the hard-willed woman weak in the knees no matter how hard she tried to hide it. But Gideon had seen it in action, and while Maude always laughed at his proud remarks, something in his heart was telling him to be serious.

But not as serious as his Uncle Azriel. While the stoic male had been known to prove his interest in ways other than words, Gideon isn’t quite sure that’s the route he should take with the spitfire Autumn female before him.

Maybe sweeping her off of her feet and dipping down for an off-guard kiss like his Uncle Rhysand would be the best option.

Maude’s giggle makes his heart soar and his mind calm. Her cheeks are rosy from the glass of champagne Zuzu had given her, and her molten caramel eyes shimmer in the moonlight.

“I figured that’s why you had wanted me to come up here with you,” she answers happily, a teasing tone with a smile to match.

He can’t help but grin back at her, rolling his eyes at her words. “Right. Right. Of course.”

The more she talks to him the steadier his heartbeat becomes, as if she’s leading the beating of it herself. A coat of warmth flows from her to him, sending shivers up his spine.

“You really need to practice what you’re going to say, if this is how long it’s going to take you.”

And the thing is, he did practice this moment. He’d stayed up late for weeks, unable to sleep because he was playing out the different ways that this could go in his head. Then he’d moved to the mirror, staring at himself as he repeated the words over and over again like he was presenting a report to his classmates. Hell, he’d even practiced on Knox, swearing his cousin to secrecy to keep this to himself, even from his twin.

None of the ways he’d thought this would come about were anything like this.

Gideon steps into her, placing his other hand on her hip. He’s an entire head taller than her and she has to crane her neck back to look up at him, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her copper hair falls away from her face at the action, revealing her smooth pale skin that looks ethereal under the glimmering moonlight.

They’re close but not touching. He’s afraid that if he takes a deep enough breath he’ll feel all of her body that he so desperately wants pressed against his. He hadn’t even had the time to ask her to dance yet.

Gideon opens his mouth to speak, the rush of the admission filtering to the tip of his tongue without question as she beams at him, brushing her delicate fingers across the sleeve of his shirt to slide around the back of his neck.

“I really want to–”

The shadows in the corner of the terrace shift and the words die in his throat as he zero’s in on his target.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, glaring at the movement. Gideon’s fingers tighten on Maude’s and there’s something inside of him that wants to tug her closer and protect her, throw himself in front of her to keep her from danger, even though he knows exactly who those shadows belong to.

His heart clenches when the smile falls from Maude’s face. She peeks over her shoulder, following his line of sight. “What?”

“Baz, I know it’s you, get the hell out here,” Gideon barks towards the shadows.

Maude’s lips part in confusion, until the darkness melts away to reveal a sheepish looking Basil standing near the door.

She places a reassuring hand on Gideon’s chest when he starts grumbling under his breath. He’s seething, can’t have a single moment alone to ask Maude the question that’s been haunting him for weeks.

And where there is one son of the shadowsinger, there are surely more.

“Where’s Wren?” he asks in such a tone that even Baz knows he’s not fucking around.

The younger brother bites his lip, pointing past the balcony the two of them are standing near.

Both Gideon and Maude lean to look over the railing and sure enough, Wren is there, flapping his wings to keep himself near the edge where he can hear their conversation clearly.

Gideon raises an eyebrow at his cousin. How he’s managing to keep the beating of his wings so soft is a trick he’s going to have to ask him how to do later.

“Get the fuck up here, now,” his growl shatters the peaceful night. “And where is Nyx? I know he’s around here somewhere.”

Not that he needs to be. His nosy cousin could probably already be in either of their heads if he chooses to, no matter how strong the barriers of his mind are.

Gideon twists on his heel as the princeling appears from thin air next to Baz. He leans against the side of the house, champagne flute tucked in his hand. He looks every bit like his relaxed father, but the facade slips slightly when he senses just how upset his cousin is with him.

“Giddy,” Maude tries to ease the anger seeping from the male next to her with a gentle hand to his chest but he doesn’t relent, ready to give his cousins the scolding of a lifetime.

“You three,” he spits, his hand tightening on Maude’s hip slightly. The three males are staring at him like they’ve never seen him before, as if a star soul had slammed into him and is possessing his body. Usually he’s as carefree as any, but when it’s something to do with Maude, he’ll always protect her first.

“Gideon,” Maude’s voice raises over the beginning of his ascent on his family, halting his words before he says something that he doesn’t mean. His brows are furrowed and she doesn’t like the deep frown on his face, vows to help him get his cousins back before the night is over, but as the first star streaks across the night sky, glorious in all of it’s amber hue, she has something else on her mind.

Her lips part with awe, attention fully drawn to the being slipping through the sky, its path as sure as the one it took on the same night the year before.

Gideon can’t stop watching the way she’s looking at the star. The tension loosens from his body and he can’t think about anything else but the hopes that she’ll look at him like that someday. He tugs her closer on instinct, and the way she wraps her arms securely around his waist and rests her head against his chest has him feeling like the luckiest male in Prythian.

He holds her while the stars pass by, one turning to three and more join until the entire sky is lit up with colorful objects, glittering and racing each other as they pass.

He’s aware of his cousins slinking away, to join their families downstairs or to give them privacy. Either way, he’s grateful they’ve finally taken the hint.

“Maude,” he asks softly, snagging her attention away from the attraction.

His heart stutters in his chest. Her eyes are glittering with tears at the beauty of what she’s seen and it makes Gideon ache in all of the best ways.

He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her face. He won’t take up much more of her attention, he wants her to enjoy her night with him.

Gideon leans down to kiss her, and his heart soars right up alongside the stars.

It feels like he’s finally home.

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@starfallweek

#azsazz #starfall week #gideon #maude #azsazz next gen #acotar

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s-milesart · 10 months

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Ashes to ashes. Memories, to dust. | Heartsink.

An old etching, charred but cherished.

Sanctified memories of easier days - of decidedly droll monastic toil and blessed children who deserved smothering love.

She would bear the worlds cruelty ten-fold to return to those days - but alas, days like those are gone.

Not forgotten.

--xXx--

"It is days like these, when my mind starts to wander. The quiet days, Agnes. Where no raiders threaten the poor souls of the fields, or where unholy abominations shake the land to it's core."

My mind yet wanders -- to days of quiet. Where most of my worries were whether or not I should hold myself more to the teachings of Her good book, or what should be made for dinner that night.

Did we get another shipment of carrots?

Ach, did the children have enough to eat that day? Especially with little Mary -- her sensitivity to the textures of what she eats vexes her so. She just cannot stand any fresh fruits we receive. She likes her things... Mushy. Makes quite a mess!

A donation that day? Oh! A noble from the Upper Blocks was here to drop off some sweets. I know that wonderful smell... Yes! Apple and Blackberry Jam Twists! The kids will love these so. I just hope She, Above doesn't mind if I sneak one or two...

More prayers today. Mother Superior believes we need as many blessings as we can get these days. I always pray for the children.

Andrea's eyesight grows poorer every day, and I fear we not have enough to get her a pair of glasses. And little Marcel, his education grows by leaps and bounds -- but we must find a scholar willing to take on an apprentice! A sharp mind like his needs a whetstone, after all.

The twins got into another fight today. Hellions, the both of them. I understand they both cannot ride the swing at once, but to have such a scuffle over it? I will talk to both of them tomorrow, when they've both cooled off. I might even surprise them with a slice or two of pie. But...

Something is... Wrong. I don't know, but even the children are starting to notice it. The well-water is starting to turn. I haven't heard the songs of the birds in the mornings. The Watch is telling citizens to avoid blocks in-case of... disappearances. Vivienne is even telling the kids to stay off the streets. Troublemaker she is, she's even cutting her courier services short to help around The Orphanage.

Even my dreams are starting to turn.

I hear it. Below us. An abhorrent thudding that keeps beat with itself. A siren call of evil. The pumping of blood to something that should not live. A cacophony of vile beasts, assembling themselves to make us all suffer. To make us all bleed.

And a vision, clear as day. The city, cracked open, rivers of blood pouring into its caved in ribs.

Screaming, endless screaming. A choir of suffering that never seems to quiet.

A sinkhole in our center, a pit of absolute hell spewing ash into the air. The sun, blotted out, day choked dark to signal the end.

An earthshattering beating, every pulse sinking more and more of the city into it's cavernous maw. And deep below... In the true center beats...

A Heart.

Goddess above, what is going o--

A cry. Looks like little Lucy is awake again. In the here and now. She's growing up awful fast. I keep her in my room, just in case. I glance at the photo on my dresser. A window into a past I still yearn for. But, alas.

I cannot have it. But Goddess above, I will fight for something like it. For the children.

#heartsink #oc #bunny #Sister Lucille #rabbit #bun #furry #nun

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" March 20, 1991 Dear Joan: The spirit moves: 1950. For those who do not remember 1950, let me set the stage: television existed and I had seen it on display in a store but didn't know anyone who owned one. Sex existed, but no one talked about it, except in euphemisms: she's "that way" or "you know" meant a woman was pregnant; she "does things" meant she had sex; she "does things to other girls" meant she was gay. The word homosexual was used only in newspapers in "were-arrested" stories, all of which referred to men.

I was never called a lesbian. We were "queers" or "perverts" or the worst group-you-wouldn't-want-to-be-caught-dead-with: "dykes." And we were also arrested, but it never made the papers- I guess because it was so ordinary, not newsworthy.

The word butch was used to describe mannish behavior. She walks butch, she thinks butch, she looks butch, but I do not recall she is a butch. A tough-acting woman in man's clothes was called a butch diesel. I desperately wanted to be a butch diesel.

This would be a great accomplishment for a sixteen-year-old suburban kid, cruising weekends in the village. I had been in "the life" on the streets- it wasn't enough. I wanted to go into the butch diesels bars, to be accepted as one of them. They were tough, cocky, sure of themselves. They intimidated by their very existence. And they never ended up in a cage at the Country Club (the Women's House of Detention, located in the heart of the Village), never fell victim to street sweeps. They were cool! How to start... For openers, I took the bus to New York wearing a skirt and blouse and carrying a purse containing a hip flask of stale beer, a nice fitting man's shirt, and a pair of men's slacks, liberated from my half brother. The bus station- then about half a block east of the south end of Times Square, before the Port Authority Terminal was built- was a stinking hole, but it did have rental lockers and an alley nearby.

I changed into the boy clothes in the alley, plastered my pageboy girl hair back into a decent DA (duck's ass, dear children: it came to a pointed line down the back of the head- very popular with greasers), and jammed the flask into one back pocket. No wallet; loose money went into the right front pocket. Then I put the girl clothes and purse in the locker and viola- instant freedom to walk the streets literally unmolested.

Understand: boys and men could walk the streets- just walk, not solicit or what have you, just plain be on the streets at night- and no one would challenge them. But a girl or woman alone had to be a hooker or lost and in need of protection. This was handy if one was working the streets but of no use at all if one wanted to be accepted as a butch diesel and not just a street kid.

I had already found the bar to be entered. I had been shown it by a street friend who was highly amused that I did not at first believe that the "men" entering were really women. You couldn't tell unless you heard them talk, and even then sometimes I wasn't sure. I had finally accepted the truth and had watched them go in, alone or with snazzily dressed women. But I had never dared enter; it was out of my league. Well, no longer- I was ready!

So in I went. All conversations stopped, all eyes upon me. This was standard whenever any stranger entered a gay bar in those days. The darkness of the bars allowed those inside to see the person entering before his or her eyes adjusted to see them. If you passed muster, if the patrons concluded you were not a vice cop or a known troublemaker, conversation would start again.

Which is not to say you would be accepted. No, you would be ignored, watched, tentatively approached if... But first, the pin-drop silence. Oh Lord, the agony of waiting to see if they would accept me! And then, finally, the silence was broken: "Oh my god, Millie," someone said, "It's Prince Valiant!"

And everyone roared with laughter, and I knew, I knew... My hand reached up to find that my baby-fine hair had shed the beer glop and had drifted down and forward to hang limply about my ears. I reached for the flask then realized it was too late. What would I do with it? Pour it on my head? I just held it on the table, too numb to move, too embarrassed to speak or even lift my head.

The eternity ended when the waitress asked if I wanted something to eat. Every gay bar I recall in those days was nominally a cafe, so they had to serve food (hamburgers, fries) and especially if you were not known, you had to order whatever overpriced inedible food they offered. Then you would be asked if you wanted anything to drink with it. I knew about that game from other bars, but still speechless, I only nodded.

I would love to say, "And then everyone came over and said, 'Welcome.,' and we all lived happily ever after." It didn't happen. I ate the burger, left the fries, and split. Then they spoke: "Good night, sweet prince..." "A valiant effort..."

I never went back. I don't recall the name of the place or where it was. It wasn't Fleur de Lys, Page Three, Swing Rendezvous, any place that I knew afterwards. It was much smaller, just a hole in the wall. I never got to be a butch diesel, just butch, then a butch. And good for a laugh, always...

Judy"

"A Letter" by Judy Lederer, The Persistent Desire: A Butch Femme Reader, edited by Joan Nestle (1992)

#the persistent desire #the persistent desire: a butch femme reader #joan nestle #lesbian #lesbianism #butch #butch history #butch lesbian #lesbian lit #lesbian history #lgbt #lgbtq+ lit #gay lit #gay history

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@owlwatcher73: About the facility the player was part of, did they train warriors/assassins?

Ok, thanks for your question!

So, yes, the facility was connected to an orphanage. All the outcasts ended up there: orphans, abandoned children, sold to the institute, runaways, the poor... They've been trained to become hired killers/assassins. That's why Reader hates being surprised by Macaque.

I had a scene that I eventually deleted that showed Reader having a flashback of the institute after seeing baby monkeys fighting playfully -it reminded him of when he had to fight comrades, sometimes to death-.

Reader had been forced to kill in training in order to survive; without the facility, he would have been left to die in the street.

The facility sought to create a future army of bloodthirsty dogs, ready to eliminate the slightest troublemaker.

And troublemakers were a dime a dozen for Easy, especially since the rise in influence of one man: Lex.

Reader's first mission was to kill Lex. He was a threat to some very high placed people, because Lex wanted to get rid of corruption in the city. But fate decided otherwise. To get close to his target, Reader had to talk to him. He fell in love with the dreamer he was and his conviction that he could change everything.He was kind, a true justice-lover and his smile was like a calm sea under the sun, it was relaxing.

The other teams had to help Reader escape once he'd killed him. They left Reader with 2 options: to poison one of his drinks, or to stab him once he was alone -like in the bathroom- (more risky).

In the end, Reader decided not to do it and even got away with Lex, for his own safety. It wasn't easy, especially with the other teams chasing after them. But he'd managed to flee, all while keeping his secret identity hidden.

Lex never knew, and after that, they became lover and eventually got married.

Reader did everything to ensure that he and Lex would always be safe, but one question never left him: "what if?".

That's why he's stressed every time he's alone or in a new situation. He has to stay in control to save the one he loves.

The facilities still exist, they've just moved elsewhere, so as not to be found by Reader -who is now struggling to preserve peace and security, and against class differences-.

This also explains why he's more of a fighter than other readers.

I'll have to put all that in the story ;- ;

PS: I really like Lex 😭 At first I only created him to be Reader's husband to put him in that situation, but I really REALLY like him now. (What he says about loving Reader in the second chapter wasn't supposed to be here, I just wrote it because it seemed like a Lex thing to say, since he's MY husband too🤣).

#murderous lust #yandere wukong #fiction #monkie kid #lmk mk #sorry for the mistakes #i'm still french

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skysaunter · 4 months

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@unwaivering 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 :: With some convincing and maybe some pleading on her part, Violet was sitting in Dex's Dinner practically humming with excitement. Though she was not really showing it. Her shades were covering her blue eyes and she was tapping a gloved hand on the table as she waited. Anakin should be here. That's what Kenobi told her. Glancing at the watch on her wrist, she was sure she had the right timing.

𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 , swiftly followed by the suspicion that this young woman, violet or whatever her name was, might be slightly delusional—just a tad. as rex and ahsoka had so kindly put it, violet likely fell into the extensive category of anakin skywalker’s many, many fans, and this calculated claim of kinship was a means to stand out amongst a sea of nameless faces, all vying for a scrap of attention from the 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑵𝑶 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹.

it was a scenario not too challenging to fathom, given that most ‘fans’ were ordinary citizens who felt a profound debt to their saviors and expressed gratitude through generous donations of credits or resources to the grand army of the republic—an act of benevolence anakin found admirable. peculiar individuals of the less normal variety, however, like those who rushed to mob him on the streets, seemingly oblivious to basic concepts such as personal space, approached appreciation in the most unorthodox of ways, to say the least.

the latest debacle had featured a rather zealous fanatic who claimed obi-wan kenobi had been harboring a secret family, and it was they who had given birth to all eight of kenobi’s children. of course, the whole thing had been an absurd fabrication from the outset, but that didn’t stop the media from descending into a complete frenzy over the potential scandal.

it made sense, in a sad, terrible way, why people detached from reality, sedating themselves with parasocial delusions whilst wars raged on across the galaxy. but then last night happened, and the entire world flipped on its head. after hammering out a litany of overdue reports together, obi-wan admitted there could be truth to the claim, acknowledging a brief encounter with…

𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚄𝙻𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙴. the force, ever-responsive to its beloved child, revealed the contours of her presence—the feathery edges of her mind, an indistinct amalgamation of excitement, unease, and anxiety—seated alone in a booth farthest from the entrance of dex’s diner. the force was a leaden weight on his shoulders as he approached, an irrefutable echo of breath and blood that he consciously set aside.

❝so, you’re the mysterious sister i never knew i had.❞ anakin blinked, pushed back his hood, then slid into the booth opposite his alleged sister, raising an inquisitive brow.

❝well, this is a surprise—and a lot to take in… just hope you’re not here to pull one over on me. dex doesn’t take kindly to troublemakers, and he really hates it when customers break his plates.❞

#unwaivering #( . hope this is okay :) lmk if you want any changes!#˒ *･ﾟ⨯ 003 : ( v : TCW ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ.#˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ch. ( anakin ) ◞ ⎸ ɪ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ɪs ᴄʀᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ.#˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ( answered ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ.#˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ( queue ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴍɪsɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ‚ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.

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