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Sketch request 5 of 5, this one for @ordonianhero who requested Wars embarrassing Twilight in front of Ilia!
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# #. I WANT YOU MORE.
in which link has secretly been pining for the new librarian, and when he finds out you like someone he goes a bit batshit. warning : theres some blood and yandere content ahead !!
this took so long omg T_T testing and everything was hectic, but i hope you guys like it! this was written with botw or totk link in mind !! is it weird that I love Zelda so much but I haven't written much for it?? yes. but uh. LINK !!!
Link had been blessed. That's what everyone told him. He was a hero. Someone who saved this land for more than a millenia. He weilded the legendary sword, the one said to seal the darkness. He was blessed by the Triforce of Courage, given to him by the gods themselves.
Link had many titles in life, many burdens he had to carry. It was his job, his duty as a citizen of Hyrule. His duty as the hero.
He had almost everything in life. An outstanding reputation, a good job that kept him steady and afloat. A big house, secluded from others but close enough to not be considered an outcast. Good cooking skills that could impress anyone. Girls flocking and cooing over him. Link was the perfect man for anyone. He had it all.
Except for you of course.
The cute castle librarian.
He first noticed you in the old, rundown, library. A place that definitely needed to be renovated. The hylian glanced around as he stepped into the room. Cracks and shatters littered the room, bookshelves were close to falling, and the roof just seemed to barely be holding up. Books were piled everywhere and anywhere the eye could see.
It was an impressive library, he had to admit. Just a bit outdated. Perhaps that's what gave the building its beauty though.
Link glanced over to the small door near the end of the library, noticing a person coming out of it. You must’ve been the librarian, he quickly realized. He sized you up and down, you looked… done, oddly enough.
Zelda was the one to first talk to you of course. You were the head of the library, so kind and soft-spoken. Links eyes stayed fixated on your form as you greeted him and Zelda, showing them around. It was obvious you were trying to impress the princess while still being as kind as you could.
However, Link watched closely, scrutinizing your form with his piercing gaze. He noticed the way you talked about the different books and architecture of the building in great detail. Usually people spoke about the details with great pride, flaunting how they were so well versed in the subject.
Yet Link could tell you were tired. Tired of your duties and being stuck in this library. The way you spoke sounded energetic, and the smile on your face could fool anyone.
Yet he noticed the way you deflated after speaking with the princess. As if you had said these words a hundred times over. It was all calculated. A prepared speech. You were tired. That much he could tell.
He was tired too.
☆
Link found himself gravitating to the library after his first visit. There was something about it that called to him. Perhaps the want to know of his ancestors and their accomplishments. Thats what he kept telling himself.
He wouldn't do much while there however, other than picking up a book ot two before taking a seat at the table closest to your desk.
He tried reading the books of course, and at first succeeded without much distraction. However from the corner of his eyes he watched as you worked. Placing books onto their shelves, helping out customers, and tidying up as best you could.
Link’s eyes followed your form wholly. Although he could still notice ths small details, like your walking being sluggish, the knight couldn’t help but gawk. You were just so captivating. So fluid with your movements.
The way you moved around so swiftly yet carefully, aware of what you were doing while still being carefree. You could balance various books in your hands, all in different sizes. You maneuvered across the children running around, being steady to not harm them.
A light laugh escaped your lips as you told them to be careful, this was a library after all.
Link could tell that laugh was genuine at the least.
The heroes gaze fell to his hands. He wondered how you could act so engaged while still hating your job. The book he held felt as if it weighed just as much as his sword now.
"Oh, if it isn't the princesses guard! Uhm, Link... right?"
Link’s head snapped up, his gaze meeting your own. He was quick to note that the library had become silent. He hadn't realized it, but it seemed as if it was only you two left in the library now.
"What brings you here?" You spoke with a soft smile on your face. A costumer service smile it seemed. You were probably just waiting for him to get up and leave so you could close shop.
You shimmied over next to him, eyes focussing on the book in his hands. "Ah, a book on the master sword. You must be reading about your ancestors, correct?"
Link nodded, as you came to sit besides him. "I can help if you'd like? I’ve been researching the master sword ever since I was young. I’ve always been fascinated by the legends and heroes that fought with it.”
You turned to him, “It’d be nice to learn from someone who actually wields it as well.”
You spoke with a smile on your face, it was bright and real. He noticed the way you glanced at the sword on the table. Awe and admiration in your shimmering eyes. It looked as if you wanted to learn about it for a while now.
Hm. A small smile grazed his face. Blue eyes shining down at you.
Perhaps this could blossom into a nice friendship.
☆
It seemed as if Sir Link was visiting your library more and more often as of late.
You couldn’t help but smile as you noticed him outside office window, seeing the familiar blonde hylian sitting at the desk closest to you. He always sat there, eyes glancing around for you before just sitting and silently waiting. You giggled, placing the book back on your desk before walking out of the small room.
Walking towards him, you reminisced, recallinghow much time had passed. It had been around a month since you first met the hero, asking him to collaborate with you.
It started off simple, researching the master sword while talking about the heroes of past. There wasn’t much meaning to it, in fact it was just pointless chatter.
I mean the both of you knew the same exact things anyways.
However, you couldn’t help but think of Link as some sort of idol. It was a practically a dream come true, being the wielder of the legendary sword. Almost every kid that had heard of it wanted to become the great hero.
It was an honor and a sign of courage.
But also a sign of power.
You sighed, well if you couldn’t keep the sword, you could at least be friends with the person that did.
So it was only obvious to propose your grand idea.
And ever since then, Link would visit whenever he was off.
Sure, you didn’t expect him to show up every other day, but Its not like you were complaining. Link was basically unreal. He had a pretty face, and great hair. He was quiet and mysterious, yet soft and kindhearted. Plus he could cook. Practically everything you could want in a man.
You tapped your fingers against the table, another sigh escaping your lips.
Hm. Too bad you were already engaged.
Sure it was a forced marriage, but you wouldn’t cheat. You couldn’t deal with that guilt on your conciseness. You had to do it for your parents.
Your soon to be partner wasn't a bad person. He just wasn't the right one for you.
You didn't like him.
If only you could make someone get rid of him.
Your eyes shifted to Link’s form, staring at him intently. A smile was on his face as he rambled on about his first time seeing the sword. There was a childlike joy on his face as he spoke.
He was experiencing an old memory. A vivid scene from his past.
You noticed Link seemed to be opening up to you more, speaking incessantly and happily. You couldn't help but smile too. He was just perfect.
Someone that was already wrapped around your fingers.
Link was opening up more and more to you throughout your time together. At first he was silent, just watching you speak. You were the one to hold most of the conversations, with him just humming or intensly nodding along. He was so serious it was kind of funny.
You knew he had gone through a lot, so you'd let him take his time. He could become closer to you as time passed.
It didnt take as long as you assumed however, as the shell he hid behind had begun to crack. He started to smile and laugh when you told him a dumb joke. He was relaxed around you, his stiff posture loosening with a soft look on his face.
He started speaking on his own as well. That was probably the biggest improvement. The first time you heard his voice you practically swooned.
Link opened up conversations now, speaking about his experiences and abilities.
Someone that was already yours.
“So Link,” you suddenly started, staring at the wooden table before you while placing your head on your palm. Might as well as do it. “Have you ever had a lover?”
You were nervous to look at him. It was an odd question for sure, and you weren’t certian if you were close enough to ask him. A moment passed. And then another. Sweat ran down your back. Perhaps you were right for being concerned, as Link was silent.
You couldn’t help but glance up at him, gazing into his eyes fearfully. However, instead of the disgusted and judging look you expected, you were met by red.
Links face was flushed scarlet, hot and warm. His eyes were wide and darting to every corner of the room, so obviously avoiding you. Their pretty blue color was accentuated by his reddened face. Magically, his pretty hair became disheveled, adding to the almost comical scene before you.
A small smile played on your face, mischievous and sly. You couldn’t help but giggle, "Have I struck a nerve?"
He looked away from you, albeit, while shaking his head. It surprised you honestly. He was oddly embarrassed for such a simple question...
A laugh escaped your lips, a joking tone laying on your tounge. "Really? I would've assumed the hero of hyrule would have a partner..."
You paused, watching his expression closely. He was just sitting there, listening to you intently. The blush on his face had slightly subsided, yet was still present on his pale face.
Was it right to say this now?
A smile grew on your face, elegant and sweet. Hiding your intent. "Especially since even I have one."
You looked closer.
It was subtle, but you could tell Link’s expression changed. His face fell, even if it was just slight. You could see his eyes grew wide, mouth slightly falling agape.
But as quickly as the shock arrived, it left.
A soft smile grew on Link's face, gentle and calm. It would've captured your heart if you didnt know him that well. It was so obviously sad it kind of hurt.
Eh. No. No it didnt.
"I'm surprised, you don't seem all that shocked...," you leaned forward against the table, placing your head in your chin.
The hylian simply shrugged, lip twitching as if he wanted to say something.
Suddenly Link stood up, stammering something about Zelda needing his help. It almost gave you whiplash with how quickly he tried to leave. What an obvious lie. You tried to hide the smirk peeking up on your face.
You didn't expect him to loose his cool that fast.
Instead, you mirrored Link's sad expression, standing up to place a hand on his shoulder.
"Ah, I'm sorry to have taken your time away from the princess..." You flashed him a smile, patting his shoulder while trying to convey a solemn expression. "I guess I'll see you later?"
He nodded, taking your hand off his shoulder and keeping it in his. You noticed that he hesitated for a moment, eyes fixated on your softer hand.
He brought your hand to his face, gently kissing your finger tips and knuckles before turning away. You gaped, holding your hand close to your chest. Subconsciously, it seemed, that Link did the motion.
And he left you in the dust, just like that. With your heart beating and your mind racing. A smirk grew on your face, shining brightly as you giggled.
Link was the right choice.
☆
Link was sure he knew everything about you. From your favorite book to how many fruits grew in your backyard; despite never being formally invited.
It wasn't unwarranted for him to... conduct experiments per say.
You always told him to research if he was ever curious about something. And doing it hands on was one of the best ways to get good information.
So he researched, learning practically everything there was to learn about you.
Including your lover.
He just hoped you'd forget about them. Hoping you realized you didn’t need them. Link was so much better, he could love and care for you more than they ever would. He could protect you better then they ever could.
Your lover wasnt even there half the time. They didn't care for you. They didn't love you. They weren't right for you—
crash
Link stepped back, startled. He reached for his sword, before a light sigh escaped his lips, relaxing. A pretty vase sat in front of him. Now broken and shattered. He was getting carried away it seemed.
But Link cared for you. He was capable of everything. He could protect you. He would always be there for you.
He would love you.
Link would always love you.
Although. Sometimes he couldn't figure out why.
Perhaps it was because you spoke to him as if he was normal. Being the head librarian led you to learning heavily about Link's ancestors, and of course, their legacies.
They were all courageous hylians, heroes that were blessed by the gods themselves. Heroes that held the triforce.
Heroes he had to live up to.
But you didn't treat him like that.
While yes, you commented on him being a hero, and how he was lucky enough to have everything, you still treated him like a regular hylian.
You didn't judge him for his mistakes. Nor his skills. You laughed with him as you would a friend, jabbing and joking with him. No matter what he did, you accepted with a smile. Speaking to him as a friend would.
With you, he was like he was any other person.
He was so glad to have you.
It could've also been your mannerisms. You were gentle and soft-spoken, helping others with no compensation needed.
You were a model to many. The embodiment of a worthy citizen.
Yet there was also an air of mystery surrounding you. As if you knew more than you let on. It made you oddly compelling.
He noticed how you payed close attention to things. Just by the way he would speak, you could tell how he was feeling. Just by glancing over at someone's expression, you could tell what they wanted.
Link especially noticed how you looked at him. How you paid so much attention to him.
And only him.
Or maybe it was the way you slept with all the light's off. In pitch dark, no light whatsoever. It made it absolutely perfect for him to just stand over you in the night, breathing heavily over your gorgeous face. His hot breath mixing with yours—
Link blinked, glancing down at the broken shard from the vase in his hand. He had clutched it too hard it semed, as blood coated his hand.
It steadily dripped to the floor. A small pool of blood seeping into your wooden floors. It was red. Deep and scarlet like.
So different from the blood of monsters he'd slain countless times before.
He wondered how scarlet red blood would look pooling out of your lover.
While looking up at the clock on your bedroom wall he smiled.
Right.
You should've been home soon.
And he was right here waiting for you. :)
#link#the legend of zelda#legend of zelda x reader#loz#loz x reader#loz link#linked universe#yandere linked universe#linked universe x reader#link x reader#legend of zelda#zelda#botw#totk#yandere x reader
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Agency informant Izaya
During the Decay of Angels arc, Izaya becomes a vampire.
While Ranpo's bailing out the Agency, Izaya is doing damage control to their reputation.
Using facts and logic to dispell the allegations against them in the public eye.
He's been reunited with Atsushi and Kyouka and is helping them, Lucy and Ango with things on the Sky Casino.
And gets captured by Teruko and Tachihara after stalling for time to let the others escape.
Izaya figures out that Tachihara has changed alligances and hands him a drive thst doubles as a recording device. (It's a suprise tool that will help him later.)
Given Izaya is not technically not a member of the Agency, he's bought to Fukuchi for questioning.
Izaya has his own device like Tachihara's and uses it to record everything Fukuchi says during the meeting.
Fukuchi is intrigued by him, because he knows Izaya isn't just your run of the mill informant.
"It's werid, unlike the rest of the Agency we couldn't find anything on you. It's like you don't even exist."
"Funny, I could find everything on you."
Fukuchi chuckles and tells him while I couldn't find anything online, I've heard rumours out in the wild. About a man who uses humanity like puppets.
Izaya, caught off guard but counters that "werid, because the only puppeteer I see is the man before me."
Fukuchi does the classic we're not so different you and I.
"I'm trying to make humanity better than it ever could be, erase all war with just a price. You understand that, you will join me."
Izaya, laughs his arse off because no we ain't. *That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard you can't sacrifice lives for peace. There's not a toll to pay."
Fukuchi takes this... Not so well.
And they end up fighting.
Now Izaya can hold his own in a fight. But as the fight goes on, Fukuchi outmatches and overpowers him.
There's only so much you can dodge a sword that can't bend space and time. And Fukuchi is a soilder with countless surgeries to turn him into the peak of human condition.
Izaya is strong but he's not that strong. He got the information he required and that's what counts.
But he does still have an exist strategy... That's thwarted. And in a last ditch effort, Izaya uses his ability on Fukuchi.
Hoping to use the sudden flashback of memories to catch him off guard and give him an opening to escape.
It doesn't work. Instead Izaya's overwhelmed by the things he sees, the people Fukuchi's tortured, the sheer destruction and suffering.
Fukuchi doesn't bat an eye and stabs him, in multiple futures in multiple areas to keep Izaya from being able to look away or deactivite his ability.
"Funnily enough, I wasn't asking when I said you'd join me."
Izaya, even with all of this manages to press the send button to deliver it all to the Agency just before Bram bites him.
The outfit change is basically Izaya losing his current short coat and ending up with a trench coat (like he does in the Durarara Manga).
His skins grey, his eyes are black and red like the rest of the vampire. Theres also the fact Izaya can walk now, given the reason he couldn't was psychosomatic.
And he's currently mind controlled. With any atrophy from not walking for a very long time being fixed by vampire healing.
With Bram, Fukuchi found out Izaya's ability and decides to use him to gain information.
As he has complete control over Izaya's ability, Fukuchi is able to view the memories he sees.
Fyodor totally gloats over Izaya being turned to Dazai. And he's lucky Dazai and Chuuya are so good at being composed.
Because that's their friend and big brother... You'll pay for that.
The Agency take the news horribly too, Fukuchi is livid. Atsushi takes it the worst because Izaya got captured saving him and the others.
None of them want to fight him but they do end up having too.
When the ability wears off, Izaya collapses but Atsushi is there to catch him. He carries him and helps him back into his wheelchair.
And Izaya hugs him, comforts him that it's not Atsushi's fault but his own. He took a risk but it paid off.
"Were you scared?"
"Nope, you know why? Because I knew you were all gonna save me. And you did."
#long post#Agency informant Izaya#izaya orihara#bsd fukuchi#fukuchi ouchi#bsd atsushi#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#bungou stray dogs#bsd#durarara#drrr izaya#drrr
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just gonna jot down what was my dream:
- me gets kidnapped by a large corporation (?)
- theres a guy and i dunno how but im forced to get married to him
- im planning on how to get away from this without him knowing
- i tried talking to a bunch of people who are working on the corporation but none of them is talking to me beause they thought that the corporation is "good"
- but there's this girl who also thought that the corporation behind the "good reputation" they have this dark shit going on behind
- but i dont know the guy that im married to somehow found out that im talking to this girl and he fired or killed her (?)
- also no one knows that this marriage is just force since the peope around us tease us about our marriage
- then shit happens i somehow knews how to escape and i did escape
- i got back to my hometown and i talked to this old friend of mine and i tell him everything what happened and he tells me that the guy im married to was our childhood friend but i cant seem to remember him and i keep on denying that i dont know him.
- but suprise suprise this "old friend" betrayed me and contacted the guy that im married to!
- oh boy the moment he appeared behind my old friend (you shit) i was scared! and he had this sinister smile telling me that i fucked up
- i found out that the corporation breeds mutants (?) so obviously he is a mutant and has super strong powers
- so yeah he cornered me with other mutants like the hell i will definitely put a fight not to get back on that shitty place
- BUT!!! BUT!!!! theres this girl who was actually have a second mind not to hurt me! she was second guessing herself! (bless her soul)
- so the moment happens they were about to attack me but shet jumps gets in the front of me turn around to face me and gave me her power (?) like?????
- she was crying because the moment the mutant willingly gave up their power they will die
- she knew but she still gave up her life to save me
- so yeah i gain her powers and i dont know what happened after that HAHAHAHAHHAA
- somehow i got back in the corporation but i plan to take it down from the inside (?)
- and i will start with my marriage, i will gain his trust first
- fast forward im wondering around the place looking for him and i heard someone saying my name and so i turn around and its him
- smiling and being effortlessly beautiful
- LIKE HOW COME AN EVIL BE SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!
- HE HAS THE LIGHT SHINE BEHIND HIS HAIR SO HE APPEARS THAT HE HAS A HALO
- HES AN EVIL MOTHERFUCKER
- so i cant resist myself
- grab his nape and KISS HIM
- like kiss him hard
- the end
MY SISTER WAKE ME UP AND I WAS SO MAD!! THATS NOT THE ENDING!! I WANT TO TAKE DOWN THE CORPORATION!!! NOT KISSING HIM!!!! BROO
But its a good prompt to a story??? how did my brain come up with that lol
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True North: A Nessian Fanfic (NSFW)
Day 24 of Nessian month, Prompt: Pirate AU.
Nesta looked beyond to the horizon listening to the waves crash around the ship. She had to admit at first she had been hesitant to go out to see. But someone deep down inside her, the want for excitement and adventure always yearned.
It was that precise feeling that had her say yes to this stranger. To the captain of this ship as she whipped around looking at Cassian. The man that had unknowingly saved her life in more ways than he could tell.
He gave her one of his dazzling smiles, sending a wave at her. Her heart fluttered as she waved back, turning away from him before he could see the blush that now stained her cheeks. He was quite handsome. Not that they had gone further than casual conversations.
He was now talking with Azriel, his fellow shipmate and seccond in command about the mission later that week. Nesta’s heart raced at the thought but not in a bad way.
One reason she was still on the ship was because of her past history. The beautiful thief, They had called her. Her skills had proven quite useful to Cassian during her first mission with them.
She had held up the ruby necklace, dangling it in front of Cassian like treasure in a trove. He had smiled approvingly at her taking the necklace from her fingers.
“Turn around.“ He had said to her, She followed his instructions.
He swept her hair to the side making her breath catch at the touch. She felt the cold metal at her skin, the ruby dipping inbetween the her breast as Cassian fastened the clasp leaving the necklace around her neck.
“Now it is yours.“ He whispered in her ear taking her aback. She hadn’t expected this.
“But Captain Cass-“
“You took the necklace therefore it is yours.“ Cassian interrupted.
Nesta turned around. Her blue-grey eyes gazing at his hazel ones catching the hints of green in them this close as the sun hit them just right.
His hold still held firm. Her breast were now pressed against his muscled torso. She felt like she couldn’t breath when he was this close.
“They were right, you know?”
Nesta’s eyebrows shot up in confusion as he leaned towards her touching the necklace against her exposed flesh.
“About what?” She dared to ask concentrating on what that one hand was doing to her, Wishing that his hand would dip lower and explore other parts of her body underneath her bodice.
He leaned in towards her, his scent smelling of the ocean intoxicating her. His lips met the shell of her ear.
“You are a beautiful thief.” He whispered.
Her breath hitched before he pulled away leaving her breathless as her hands went to the necklace wishing that it was his hands that were still on it.
Sighing, Nesta turned away from the ocean and gasped as Cassian popped up behind her.
“You scared me.“ Nesta exclaimed hitting his shoulder lightly as a laugh escaped him.
“I did call your name, but you seemed lost in thought.“ He stated leaning against the ship.
“You have several names for me.” She retorted earning a grin from him. “Which one did you call out?”
“Does it matter?” He asked her tilting his head to the side and stepping closer.
“Well it depends. If you called me Nes, you know how much that annoys me.”
Another playful grin. “Which is probabaly why I use it. Can’t have the crew thinking I go to easy on you. “ He told her. The corners of her mouth turnt into a smile.
“And the sweetheart?”
Cassian laughed. “Term of affection.“
She stepped closer, “Do you have terms of affection for all your crew members?” She asked, his head dipped down.
“Only the pretty ones.” He smiled gesturing his head towards Azriel. “You and Azzie should know this best.“
A laugh escaped her. She bit down on her lip before Cassian ran his thumb over it.
“You shouldn’t bite your lip my beautiful thief. What if you bite too hard and your lip starts to bleed?”
Nesta opened her mouth to form a reply as Azriel shouted Cassian‘s name causing him to look up as Azriel waved him over. Cassian sighed.
“Duty calls. Until next time my beautiful thief.“ He told her, knuckles brushing her cheek before he turned away and headed towards Azriel once more.
“Are you two ever going to do it?” A voice asked making Nesta jerk as she spun around to see Gwyn standing there.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nesta replied looking back out to the sea. as her friend took Cassian’s place. Her other friend Emerie coming to her side.
“Please Emerie and I could see the sexual tension betwesn you from the deck of the ship. It’s been two years Nesta. When are you going to take him to your bunk?”
“When fantasies become reality.” Nesta told her turning around and leaning against the ship. “Theres nothing going on between me and the captain.“
“Now who’s living in a fantasy.“ Emerie said making Gwyn laugh.
“You two are exhausting at times, You know that right?” Nesta told them. As they looped their arms around Nesta smiling at her.
“Why are you two looking at me like that?” Nesta asked.
“We’re going to get the captain to really notice you at Balthazar’s birthday tonight. It’s time to make this fantasy come true.“
“There’s no way in hell I’m wearing that.“ Nesta told Emerie as Gwyn undid the last of her braid leaving her hair down. For all the year Cassian had known her, she had never left her hair down.
Emerie looked down at the red dress looking at Nesta in question.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s red.“
“It’s crimson and it’ll match your necklace.“ Emerie replied gesturing to the necklace that laid between Nesta’s breast. “What’s your aversion to the color red anyway?”
“My mother always said it was a sinners color.“
Gwyn bit down on her lip to surpass her laugh.
”Says the beautiful thief.“ Emerie told her handing Nesta the dress.
“Touche.” Nesta replied.
“Besides, if you catch the captain‘s eye. You’ll be doing plenty of sinning tonight.” Emerie told her.
“Do you think that I’ll lie with him tonight?” She asked. Suddenly her mouth felt dry.
“Only if you want to. Despite his reputation of bedding multiple females, I hear Captain Cassian is an extraordinary lover.“ Gwyn answered.
“You’ll have to let us know if that’s true or not.” Emerie told her as Nesta slipped on the dress. Gwyn assisting her with the straps as Emerie dug around to find some makeup.
After they were done, Nesta examined herself in the mirror finding it shocking that she looked the same yet completely different,
“There. You’re perfect, Now it’s time to capture the heart of the captain.“ Emerie stated as Nesta swallowed feeling a nervous pit in her stomach.
The ship was merry with cheer and laughter as Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta settled in. The other pirates had managed to pull out the good rum.
Azriel came up to Gwyn handing her a mug of it as he asked her to dance. Her smile become brighter than the sun as she slipped her hand in his, Nesta waving her off.
Nesta‘s eyes searched for Cassian, who seemed to be no where in sight. A frown formed on her face. The lace to the bodice itching her sweating breast. It was same tonight.
“I’m going to try to go ge to us some of that rum.” Emerie stated standing up and leaving Nesta alone.
She sighed tilting her head up to the night sky Illuminating her golden brown hair with the moonlight.
“I see you saved me a seat.“ that dark delicious voice stated as Nesta‘s gaze fixated on Cassian. A flask in his hand, no doubt possessing better liquor than the one being served at this party.
“Perhaps I did,“ She told him cocking her head to the side gesturing towards the empty chair Emerie had abandoned.
Cassian sat down beside her, handing her the flask, She took it without hesitation, taking a sip of whatever was inside. The liquor warming her belly. She handed him back the flask.
“That’s definitely a liquor that will give you a nice buzz.“ She stated. Cassian smiled taking a sip from his own flask before pocketing it. Her eyebrows lifted.
“You’re not going to get sloshed with the other crew members?” She asked, he shrugged, his gaze sweeping up and down her body.
“Someone has to man the ship and keep them in line.“
”Sounds tedious.“ She stated leaning back. “Wouldn’t you rather be having fun?”
Cassian smirked, his gaze sweeping over her again, the look he was giving her was a little less subtle than before as want loomed in his features.
“There are other ways to have fun sweetheart.” He told her. Eyes flickering to the valley of her breast.
He leaned into her, Her heart pounding. that intoxicating scent of his engulfing her.
“Would you like to dance, Nes?” He breathed,
Usually the nickname would bother her. Usually she would scowl at the name. But with him being this close to her, the nickname seemed like one of the most beautiful names she had heard.
“By all means, captain, lead the way,“
A wicked, primal grin spread across Cassian‘s face before he stood up extending his hand out to Nesta. Nesta took his hand with ease, standing up as they made their way to the makeshift dance floor.
Cassian lifted her hand above her head, as she spun around laughing slightly before he pulled her close. Warn. He was so warm.
His chest pressed to the top of her breast, his calloused hand snaking around her waist as one of the sailors sang an off tuned melody.
They had danced in silence for a few moments before Cassian leaned into her.
“Did anyone tell you that you look ravishing tonight?” He asked.
Nesta lifted her chin meeting the desire in his gaze.
“You are the first that has told me that tonight.” Nesta confided in him, He moved closer to her. lining himself up with her body as she felt just how much she had affected him tonight. Her core throbbed with want. With the need for the captain to explore her body as if she was a map to one of his treasures.
“They must be drunker than I expected.” He told her. “They must be if no one has tried to take you to their cot tonight.“
Nesta‘s breath hitched. Be bold, She told herself. Her eyes met his letting him see the desire in them. Her gaze flickered to his lips.
“Perhaps who I wanted to bed me tonight wasn‘t here yet?” She told him. His grip tightened on her. His hand traveling up her back making her shudder in pleasure. His fingers gentle against her bare skin setting her body aflame.
His fingers wrapped around a strand of her hair twisting his finger around it.
“‘I’ve never seen you with your hair down before.” Cassian told her.
“It’s always a nuisance when it’s down.“ She told him. He had never been so bold with his touches before. He had always given her small touches and they barely lasted for a minute. but he wasn’t being shy about it anymore. Gods above help her.
“It looks beautiful,“ He told her, tucking some strands behind her ear. “But I think it would look better spread across my pillow.“
Her breath caught as Cassian leaned down m, his lips mere inches from her own.
“Come back to my cabin with me Nes. Let me pleasure that beautiful body of yours until your legs shake and the sun breaks the horizon.”
Nesta gazed at him, her cheeks flushed, her core throbbing as she felt the slickness build between her legs.
“Yes.” She agreed.
Cassian opened the door to his cabin as Nesta stepped in the room,looking around the tiny cabin where Cassian slept.
A map spread out across the table as Nesta’s fingers roamed over it. She felt Cassian come up behind her, his back pressing against hers feeling his hardness as his hands traveled down her shoulders.
He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, tilting her head back against him. His lips continued the exploration of her neck, his hands going to the laces of her bodice before she spun towards him.
His gaze swept across her again. His hazel eyes smoldering with that hidden flame.
“I’m surprised you wore red tonight. I thought you thought red was for sinners.“ He said his fingers going back to her laces slowly in fastening them.
“I do, but-“ She leaned in to him pressing her heated core to his hardened length. “I felt like sinning with you tonight.”
A wicked smile crossed his face as he hoisted her up on the table, palming her breast, a moan escaping from her mouth.
“I promise you’ll feel like you’ve reached heaven after I’m done with you.“
Before she could say anything, he pressed his lips firmly to hers, her back hitting the table as he climbed atop her. his hands going back to her laces.
She threw her head back exposing her throat to him as he bit down on it. Claiming her in case anyone else questioned what had occurred in this cabin.
Nesta gasped, a cry of pleasure escaping from her, the laces of her bodice finally undone as Cassian pushed her corset to the side exposing her breast to him.
“Perhaps I’m the one who has reached heaven.“ He rasped. Nesta‘s breath heavy.
His eyes swept down the length of her body. Her skirts still covering her lower half. She wished he would touch her. Wished he would claim her body with his kisses, with his touch, with his cock.
“Have you ever laid with a man before, Nesta?” He asked. A fierce blush spread across her cheeks.
“Once before.“ She told him. “It- wasn’t that memorable.” she told him. She didn’t even remember his name. Had wanted to get the virginity thing over with.
Cassian nodded kneading her breast, his thumb circling around her nipple. it pebbling underneath his touch.
“Then let me make this a night you won’t soon forget, my beautiful thief.” Cassian breathed.
Nesta‘s chest heaved as Cassian slid to his knees lifting her skirts. She had expected him to take her skirt off to leave her naked before him, she was surprised when he went underneath her skirts covering himself with them.
She felt her underwear and tights beneath being taken off first. Her head hit the table softly, her breathing labored. She did not have much experience with sex but no one had ever done this to her before.
usually with sex a person could tell what their lover was about to do, but with him beneath her skirts, what he was going to do next was left up to her imagination.
After her tights, shoes and underwear were discarded. Nesta felt Cassian‘s lips press to her inner thigh, a surprised gasp coming from her.
Woth his strength, Cassian stood Nesta up. Nesta stood there as she heard his voice from beneath her skirts.
“Spread those beautiful legs of yours further sweetheart so I can ravish in your taste.”
Nesta whimpered as she spread her legs further for him. His lips pressed firmly to her knee first, butting it slightly making her gasp out in pleasure as his lips traveled upward leaving a trail of opened mouthed kisses up her thigh, Her legs threatening to give out on her before he made it to i between her legs. To the place where she yearned for that wicked tongue of his to be the most.
Instead of his tongue finding her, his fingers slid across her wetness. A chuckle escaping from him.
“You‘re wetter than the ocean, my beautiful thief.“ He growled. Nearly making Nesta collapse against him, “I can’t wait to have your perfect taste in my mouth. But first.“
He pulled away, she cried out in protest wanting nothing more than for him to remain there. He lifted her skirts once more, That undeniable fire in his eyes marking the look on his face.
“Don’t worry my heart, I’ll be back where I belong soon enough.“
He stood towering over her yanking down her skirts and lifting her face up to meet his, she was now fully naked before him.
“But I want you to watch me while I taste that beautiful sex of yours. don’t you dare take your eyes off me. I want you to know exactly whose mouth is bringing you such pleasure.”
Nesta glanced down noticing that her necklace was still on her as she went to unclasp it, Cassian stilled her hand.
“Leave it on.“ He told her, her eyebrows rose in question.
“I want you to be bare of everything except for the one thing that symbolizes that you are mine and always have been.”
Every thought emptied from Nesta‘s mind as her hands dropped from the necklace, the metal feeling cold underneath her flushed skin.
Cassian sank to his knees.
“Eyes on me sweetheart.” He instructed placing one of her feet on his shoulder to get better access as he returned to his hungry kisses. his hand pressed firmly to her ass, supporting her as his mouth found his mark.
At the first exploration of her wetness from his tongue, Nesta cried out, knees nearly buckling with how good it felt.
He opened her further for him, his tongue exploring places where no man had been before. Nesta threw her head back, a gasp of pleasure coming from her mouth, his tongue thrusted into her once before he pulled out.
the proof of her wetness on his lips as his eyes went to hers thrusting that talented tongue into her meeting her gaze, noting the look of pleasure on hers.
She watched that head of his devour that sweet taste of hers. He hoisted her into the table once more. She cried out in surprise as he looked up at her through lowered lashes, his silky strands brushing against her stomach.
His tongue went to the bundle of nerves between her legs, swirling it around her. His long fingers plunging into her as his own moan escaped his lips vibrating through her.
He pulled away, his fingers still pumping into her as she met his eyes.
“You feel so good against my fingers, my beautiful thief, I can only imagine the ecstasy I’ll feel when I finally plunge my cock into that glorious cunt of yours.“
”Don’t be a tease.” She challenged, “Sink that enormous cock of yours in me now.“
A low laugh escaped Cassian as his free hand traveled up the length of her punching her nipple causing her to gasp.
“I want you shattered before I give you that sort of relief sweetheart. I’ve yearned to take you back to my cabin for years now and I plan to take my time with you tonight. I plan to have you scream my name so loud that you wake every sailor around us with your pleasure. Let me show you how much I can make you feel Nesta.“
Nesta nodded as his mouth went back to her causing her to moan. Her hips undulated upwards, his hand pressing them firmly down.
“Casaian.“ She cried out, “I think I’m about to-“
“Come for me, my beautiful thief. let me taste your need for me.“
With that Nesta feel apart grinding his face against her, letting him devour every last drop of her until she writhed with the pleasure from his tongue, until she felt as if every inch of her had it’s fill of his tongue against her.
Her head pressed firmly to the table as CassIan climbed up on top of her pressing a kiss to her neck. every part of her body screaming for him to be inside her. To bring her pleasure once more.
“Gods.” He whispered against the bare skin of her throat. “You tasted even better than I had ever dreamed.”
“You dream of me?” She asked as his heated gaze met hers. Her release still on his lips as he pressed his swollen lips down to hers.
“I always dream about you.”
Nesta hadn’t know what came over her, but before he knew it, he was underneath her. His face registered surprise, but he didn’t protest as she sank down to her knees pulling down his pants as his cock sprung free. Lookin g more enormous than she had expected. She marveled at every inch of him. Of that glorious cock she had dreamed of multiple times.
“I dream about you too.” She told him, his hand going to her hair stroking it. “I dream about wrapping my lips around that glorious cock of yours taking every inch of you inside of it. Sometimes I even dream about you fucking my mouth, even to the point where i’m gagging on it.”
His hands tightened in her hair as her hand wrapped around his cock stroking him. Marveling at every glorious inch.
“I dream of it so much that sometimes in the middle of the night, I wake so desperate with the need for you that I think of you when my hands are between my legs. Imagine its you when I plunge my fingers so deep into myself that I cant stand it. But I doubt that’s not what you want to hear right now.”
Her mouth curved into the hint of a smile. “Right now I can sense that there’s something else you want me to be doing with my mouth.”
Cassian let out a breath before Nesta sank her mouth onto his cock causing him to cry out. She felt a surge of power in the sound and took him deeper. As deep as she dared, but it still wasn’t enough. It would never be enough until he every inch of his cock was in her mouth.
She relaxed her throat looking up at him with lowered lashes. A plea in her eyes. Understanding crossed his features, As his hand plunged into her hair and he thrusted up into her mouth hitting the back of her throat.
“What was that about gagging?” He growled. Shoving himself deeper. A wicked smirk crossing his face. “Oh now I remember.”
He thrusted up deeper into her mouth until his cock was fully in her mouth making her gag slightly. Her spit coating his cock making it easier to take him in her mouth as he fucked her with his cock.
He wrapped her hair around his hand using it as guidance as he thrusted into her over and over. She didn’t mind though. Loved the thought of him fucking her mouth until he came from the pleasure of it.
She flicked her tongue up causing him to growl out in pleasure.
“Now the real question is, do I want to come in this pretty mouth of yours or in that beautiful sex.”
She hadn’t know he was that close to release before he took his aching cock out of her mouth surprising her as he pulled her to her feet, throwing her over his shoulder as he laid her on his cot. Her body plunging deep into it.
Her wetness was slick against her as Cassian positioned her to her knees.
“This is the perfect position so you an feel every inch of me when I release inside you.”
Gods did she want that. as she felt Cassian line himself up at her entrance.
“Are you sure about this Nesta?” He asked.
“Yes Cassian. Please don’t me wait any longer.” She told him.
That was all the encouragement he needed as he plunged inside of her to the hilt, She cried out using her arms as support to keep her upright as Cassian retreated and plunged back into her.
“Fuck.” He growled out. “I’m not going to last long.”
“Then make it worth the time you have.” She told him.
His hands went back to her hair, using it to pull her back against him as he plunged into her with mighty powerful thrust. Noises that she didn't know she was capable of making flew from her mouth as he claimed every inch of her he could.
“Fuck. He growled out again as he bit down on her throat release barreling towards him as Nesta felt her own release coming on.
“Come with me Nesta.” He told her as she felt the first few splashes of his release deep inside of her.
She sobbed as her own release rocked through her, as his release shot deep in her, the warmth from that glorious seed of his going deep inside of her as he rode his release until he was spent and they both collapsed on from their pleasure.
His cum seeped down her legs as he pulled her close, breath heavy.
“That was-” He started.
“I know.” She breathed as his hand traveled to her necklace. to the rubied heart that was on it.
“You called me your heart.” She stated turning to meet his eyes as he pressed a kiss to her mouth.
“Do you not like the nickname? I thought it would be more fitting than my beautiful thief.”
Nesta smiled pressing her lips to his as his hands roamed her waist.
“I love it.” She whispered “But why my heart?”
He looked down to her, a look of fondness and something more lingering in his gaze.
“Because you are my true north, you are the heart of my ocean, the one who keeps me grounded and points me to my way home.”
Tears slipped from Nesta’s eyes before she said.
“And you are mine.” She claimed as her mouth went to his again and they revealed in the pleasure of each other until the sun met the horizon signaling the new day awaiting their next adventure.
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She nursed a nice bruise on her face in the bathroom, one that bloomed from her cheek to the top of her brow, extending a green fingertip to her cheek to heal it slowly, hopefully bringing back some natural skin tone to her cheek again.
A normal practice for treating her wounds all her life, all while keeping herself awake and conscious with an energy drink that was half empty and the ever present feeling of anticipation. The source of anticipation lingering on that phone beside her, a burner phone she bought at the beginning of the day.
Chiaki's eyes flickered to her burner phone right next to her, waiting for a reply from a face shed only met during a fight earlier that morning with her father.
Heroes against Villains, that old fight that will seemingly never ever cease, she cant remember why the incident happened but she just knew that she and her father were first responders along with a handful of other heroes.
She inspects the faded mark on her face and closes the door to the bathroom, quietly as to not wake her mother who had tried to quell her worried eldest daughter, Aoi had retired to bed about an hour ago… the media had picked up on the travesty of a fight that happened earlier that day. Causing a nasty uproar from civilians and the media alike.
It was everywhere, newspapers, radio stations, the internet and she can hear the newscaster announce it clearly. "Pro Hero Witch is in the Literal Hot Seat today, is she someone we need to keep an eye on? Her power was in full effect keeping a fifteen-story building from crushing her and her battered teammate, FullCharge. Who had beaten the negligent heroin enough to make her heal him, after she did this the building she was supporting fell upon her and 5 other civilian lives, after letting the villain come to know as Dabi escape-'' she turned off the tv sick and tired of hearing of how useless she’s been, the ensuing argument she had with her family left scars on her psyche she wouldn't bat an eyelash at, she couldn't care about her reputation when she let people die on her watch.
Useless. Lazy. A joke.
She let those 5 civilians die so callously, she didn't know them and yet she doesn't feel as bad, atleast not right now. Casualties are a norm for heros, right?
The icing on the cake was to hear the media call her that word negatively again.
Witch…
A name she used to take her power back from a horrible nickname in her childhood. Now once again weighing on her like chains to the floor.
She walked to bed holding the phone and lamenting, falling to her bed with a resounding flop.. It's her fault.. she let Dabi go, and everyone saw it.
She let everyone down and even had her phone blown up by her friends. She turned her attention to the group chat and took a peek from behind the iron curtain of guilt. Bakugou's name was the first to catch her eye.
Bakugou: Chili. Hey dumbass answer us! We have been trying to call you all day and you leave us on read. Answer us goddammit! We don't want to confront you ourselves and see what your deal is but we will if you don't answer us for the rest of the night.
Midoriya: We will give you another 30 and we're coming over, we promise we're not going to gang up on you, Chili…That wouldn't be right.
Chiaki: How can i trust that, you all saw my situation, no one did a damn thing to help me, i get im also the healer but that includes people defending me in order to heal at a distance or else I HAVE THE TARGET on me. I cant face any of you.
Bakugou, Izuku, Shouto and more are typing…
She wept rubbing her eyes with her sleeve and making her tear up. Out of everyone… she assumed someone would understand but they all seemed to give her the same look, it made her heart stop. Once again she's the bad guy in a situation she lost control over. With guilt in her heart, she recalled the last moments before he got away.
Dabi got her father off of her. No hesitation, blasted him clean off of her with enough force it could have singed her head to toe, but he didn’t. She went to get up and saw her father immolated in blue flames as she turned to see the same man she was sent to apprehend was standing fixed about 10 feet from her, his eyes trained solid on her. She looks up at the buildinh started to grown from the integrity being lost from the fight, it began to collapse down on them until she suspended it above the both of them, mere feet from his head; they stared at one another like deer in headlights. A sinister smirk spread across his features before disappearing from her view, in the kick up of dirt and rubble,
Chiaki couldn’t bring herself to apprehend him.
Why..? Did he see the desperation in her eyes or the fact that she barely had a leg to stand on when her own father took her down a size, when he saw insubordination over saving herself and not her father who was completely fine? Or was there another ulterior motive to keeping her alive?
Upon trying to close her eyes, and hopefully forget about this whole day.
The burner phone buzzed to life.
The screen could have been the brightest thing in the room, a beacon in the night beckoning her. Distant thunder rumbled to indicate the dire decision she's made, as well as a storm that was approaching.
Her heart stopped, she lifted the phone slightly and slid her thumb over the screen. To see the text message from an unavailable number.
“How is that eye feeling, Witch?”
The text read, her fingers flew across the keyboard.
“It’s been better, I fixed it up. Is this really Dabi?” upon sending the message the text came up as read. Is she really thinking of doing this… he messaged her back quickly. “Maybe I am, I have seen the news today and that shot of you and I standing before the building collapsed on us was cinematic so I have to give you props for that. I’m guessing the reason you wanted to speak to me was not make pleasantries and talk about our days.”
“You want to join the League.”
There it is. The question that lain heavily upon her mind. Shed never considered it as much as she has recently. The ridicule of her graduating class, her power seen as something not all heroes should use for good. She proved time and time again how she is not something to worry about.. But here she was.. Being abused and taken advantage of by the people she cared for.
“Yes. I do.” She sent it with no hesitation and sat up in her bed looking down upon the phone, he made quick work of messaging her back, again.
“We havent recruited anyone worth our time in a while. From what I saw recently as well as today. We were considering reaching out to you..but this works much better. Meet tonight?” Her golden eyes widened and her mouth popped open out of sheer shock. “Around what time? Ill be there” She stands up, with a loud crack of lightning the rain poured outside, she cursed and saw a location pop up on her phone.
An old and run down apartment complex outside of city limits. “Now. Get going. Text me when you're close.” Chiaki sprung out of bed without a second thought. Redressing herself in simple attire, something to not be seen on the streets so easily especially at night. Black leggings, worn in combat boots her mother gave her, a large black hoodie and that burner phone.
While tying her hair up in a bun she saw her phone, the one with her best friends messaging her… and Midoriya’s name front and center..
Izuku: “Hey, cmon, Chili. We know you’re there.. We saw what happened and we want to know if your alright…We can see you reading our messages”
Izuku: What happened with your dad wasn't right but something doesn't add up from that fight, Chili.”
Bakugou: “It makes just as little sense to me too dumbass! Why did he spare you and go for FullCharge.”
Bakugou: “You better not have done something youll regret dumbass we cant lose you!”
Kiri: “I already have Shouto were on our way to talk to you, Spooky, were not mad..”
Her heart stopped in her throat as she started typing to them. She could see them all stop typing in unison.
“Theres nothing to talk about. You all have made up your mind about me..i can see it. I sound like im just a problem to all of you. Consider me gone.” Chiaki tossed her old phone to the bed and scrawled a note.
“I loved you all.. I'm sorry I'm not who you wanted me to be.”
With one message her phone began to blow up. Without looking back, she was gone. Hopping from her window to the road below with a splash into a puddle and starting her jog, leaving the only home she's known her whole damn life, as well as leaving her hero life behind her.
About a solid 30 minutes later she noticed she saw the buildings become more and more dilapidated marked with graffiti as sirens shrieked down streets and seedy characters crept behind alleyways, the city limits were within a mile away, and so was the old apartment building.
Impatient and eager to meet him face to face, she messaged him.. "About a block or two away." she pulled her hood up as she exited a mini markets awning that was closed, rain started to shower down upon her, her light hair hidden beneath the oversized hood, the old marquis sign coming into sight.
The phone vibrated in her pocket, Chiaki pulled it out and the words shone bright across her face. “You better not be some spy.. I won’t be too happy. So in your best interest, i'd be 100% transparent with me.” She texts back quickly. “I am an open book and got little to hide.”
The text was read and the old marquis was above her, “No turning back now… the guys will be looking for me in no time.” She said to herself and entered the lobby of the closed apartment building, through the heavy wooden doors. It looked like it used to be grand but now it was so in disrepair that the wallpaper was torn back from walls and holes were created from years of neglect.
Chiaki pulled her hood back and looked around, listening to the silence of the apartment, she took a breath and emanated a glow from her hands, her fingers and thumb lit up like bright green glow sticks.
From behind a darkened figure glided his scarred palm across the tattered wall approaching her slowly, he speaks up, cutting the silence and startling her. "Ah..There you are, you certainly didn't waste your time, Witch" she gasped and whipped around to see him, Dabi. She let out a nervous laugh and took a step forward, if she were not in this situation she wouldn't hesitate to take him down but this instance she felt on equal ground to him so she felt no threat.
"I don’t dodge opportunities, especially ones like this, I would have contacted someone sooner but I wanted a reason to do this.. And you seemed like someone I wanted to contact first hand." Dabi approaches her until he is within mere feet of Chiaki, his feet shuffling with each stride, he's easily taller than her by more than a couple inches, being 5”2’ is sometimes a hindrance.
He blows air out of his nose with a laugh. “You were in luck then.. I had my eye on you for a while and finding intel for you was far more complicated than we expected. Chiaki Nakamura is it?” one hand stuffed into his pants pocket and the other out to gesture towards her, his scarred hand fanned out, talking with his hands was natural for him to do it seems. His cyan blue eyes raking down her front and back to her eyes. Unblinking and just as dark and spellbinding as before, all the while being intensely overwhelming in every aspect physical. Chiaki’s heart bounced in her chest to her throat.
His head lulls to the side.
"Thats my name..” The young pro speaks softly, Dabi noticed the apprehension in her voice,"Oh are you nervous little Witch..?" he didn't need her scurrying off or anything so he took to sauntering slowly around her, sizing her up like a hungry shark. She didn’t speak but caught his eyes through his black hair that curtained his eyes. “Just a bit but if i were any more scared i wouldn’t be here..” He looked upon her glowing green hands, it made her mildly conscious of the fact that they were shaking.
“Then my reputation precedes me even to fresh faces like you.” He says with a hoarse chuckle, he backs up with his arms spread open, she catches a glimpse of his long scarred arms, they flopped back down to his sides, She laughs gently in turn, her eyes fixed on his face, being this close she could see the gold sheen to the staples on his mouth and under his eyes.
“If that nervous behavior is because you’re scared and having second thoughts about this.. And want to go back to playing around as a hero, i won't hesitate to fry you where you stand, but i'm hoping you're using that common sense of yours so i don't have to.” She listens intently, unwavering and dimming her hands back down, as to not allow her quirk to radiate outside the building.. Dabi’s mouth doesn’t even move beyond a normal straight line but his eyes say everything: He doesn’t see her as a stranger.. Despite this being their first time meeting amicably.
“rest assured i won’t hurt you, from what I have seen already we need someone with a quirk like yours around, but when it comes to me bringing you back to the bar.. They won’t allow you in unless I check you for a wire, lift your arms.” He instructs and she lifts her arms just enough for him.
His hands starting to traverse her arms and waist make her face swell with heat, a much more embarrassing position to be in… He was thorough and rough with the patdown, his face remained the same unchanging and stoic, her eyes trained on his face and the rough scars that covered the bottom portion of his face to the part directly under his tear ducts. Besides that he doesn't look bad.. The scars only add that intense look to him, the reason why people were scared of his looks.
“I wanted to know something..” She caught his attention with a low hum, his brow raising and his lips curling upward. “What was the deal with you getting my father off of me..why didnt you attack me.” His hands finished patting down her body and he tuts her pulling the burner phone from her pocket.
“You see.. That moment was televised and the moments leading up were not, and if they were, they didn't televise your abuse period or the reason behind it. It was pretty tragic, I heard your father's harsh words.. even more brutal pounding id say, he blocked all of your defences, your little friends didn't come for your rescue, they stood around." She stood stock still listening to him,
"Our Pro Hero lil Witch being ‘saved’ by me when i had enough of seeing someone who is more useful then her partners let on, being beaten to a pulp, and then when things seemed to be working in your favor and the fabled heroes would have gotten me, you in turn...stopped an entire highrise building from squishing me to death.” He leans forward and drops his voice an octave, dipping into a form of seductive and joking.
“Kinda humiliating isn’t it? Being saved by a well known villain isn't really what the public wants to see.." he shrugs and steps back looks down at his palm, his long fingers moving around trying to catch her attention like he could light a flame at any moment, with the other hand in his pocket. "I saw someone who needed help in more ways than one.” Her eyes widened as he stuffed the phone into his pocket “I saw someone who I had my eye on for a while being beaten for not doing something as useful as aiding her teammate… and for her own safety right?” He questions as he leans back against the wall adjacent to her.
“Yeah.. that's right.. How do you know all that? I mean like, not alot of people know that about my quirk, i cant heal at a distance and provide backup unless i have backup...” He snaps his fingers and points at her. “Exactly my point. Your dear old dad didn't take his much more volatile daughter into account and only used you as a support to him, fueling his ego and making you look bad to the rest of the world.” his demeanor was so foreign to her, he spoke so eloquently and with conviction, a sadistic and perverse form of understanding that drew her in like a super magnet.
She stood blanched, thunderstruck by how he's describing the situation to her, It's like he's in her head reading every emotion as plain on her face. “Yes. He never took me seriously… as a hero.. No one really ever did.” Dabi's eyes softened as their eyes remained locked in a stare of...mutual understanding on his part… she knew little of his past or who he was, but the weight of not being good enough or a lost cause caused his fists to clench.. he not dare ask anything personal yet.. he has a job to do and earn her trust and read her and her situation like a book. Foreshadowing the type of person she was made to be over years of unfair treatment and situations outside of their control.
“Getting closer.. Go on, Witch.” She swallowed air and kept spilling her guts.. “I use my quirk to even help anyone or… do something for the good of others and its never highlighted in the slightest, no job well done or whatever. No sort of fanfare or recognition, i come home and.. get judged and told I'm not as good as… as him, from him.” SHe clasps her hands together and opens them up again, Dabi’s eyes watching the little light show from her fingertips and then fade away again. The more his eyes looked to her hands the more he wanted to see the beautiful little auras again, it was then Dabi realized her quirk is easy to be triggered, or atleast constantly active. “But when… i do one thing thats out of character for a… normal pro hero… all eyes are on you..and I was treated like a...pariah”
Dabi nods his head and his smooth voice lulled her ears “Understand now? They only want you when you're useful to them, you're treated as backup, but in the right hands you could be so much more..” Her head hung low, like she just discovered it, that despite her power and the fact shes equally as dangerous maybe even more so she's treated as lesser than everyone else.
Dabi mentally kicked himself, making such a pretty face sulk and look dour, he couldn't just stand there and allow her to beat herself up over how others treat her. Dabi took a step forward to her and found himself raising his hand to her chin and made her look right up at him, her chin betwixt the pads of his forefinger and thumb. “Come on now… don't be so down on yourself, they might see you as only an asset and a tool to use and expand upon themselves, as nothing more then a battery that never quits, but with us, you can reach a version of yourself you have never seen before.. And we can help you with that. We will make sure you surpass your expectations'' She caught herself staring.
Eyes glazed over in tears that threatened to fall, and with a blink they were gone. “Excuse my ignorance but… you're serious like you can do that?” She asked with trepidation and abit of excitement that she had to cage off to not seem too eager.
“It's not a promise, Nakamura. Its a fact that is going to be a reality. Now..” He turned on his heel and gave them some distance in the lobby, he was almost shrouded in darkness. “Give me a demonstration on what you can do.” He instructs.
Chiaki blinks and becomes blanched. A demonstration. In here? She clasps her hands together and pulls them apart that green glow emanating from her hands to her elbows, pretty gold and green eyes enveloped in pure green with irises, her hands splayed out fingers slowly dancing and expanding outward, like licks of fire.
“Brace yourself.” She curled in her fingers to drain the energy from surrounding lights and power, making the environment for everyone else but her heavy and sluggish. Dabi had a bead of sweat roll down his face and a headache grow slowly. “And just as it was pulled away I can give it back on my own terms.” She points a manicured finger at Dabi. The headache vanishes without a trace and his energy restored , almost knocking him on his ass from the dizzying feeling of having the wind knocked into you.
The lights and the power entirely shut down for a full block and the bulbs bust outside. She holds a ball of concentrated energy in her palm and absorbs it into her skin, a content smile spreading across her delicate features and bowing forward and standing back up straight.
“Oh yeah, they're going to thank me for insisting you be our new recruit... Warn me before you use your quirk on me again, will you?” She snorts and cocks a brow up at him. “So.. do it again later and knock you on your ass?” Chiaki giggled, Dabi quizzically tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, as if he's breaking down her words in his head, he flipped his black hair from his face as chuckles amused.
“I knew I liked you for a reason, sarcastic little thing. ” she blushes and covers her mouth embarrassed. “I think it would be smart if we left.. I don't know if my friends are out looking for me or not..and honestly i would rather not face them head on yet.. And i don't want you to be hurt.” Chiaki looks back at him and blushes not realizing how worried she was for his safety, "What already thinking of me? Don't get so soft on me now, Nakamura.." Dabi chuckles and his hands return to his pockets and with a half turn he nods his head in the opposite direction of her, signalling her to follow him towards the exit of the building, he stops before the door.
"Wait..you mean those UA kids..? trust me, Nakamura.. they arent your friends.. i don't need to know what you went through today after our little scene, you know as well as i that they're already plotting against you from what you did.." his words rang true along with his velveteen voice, the tall and slender Villain seemed to know more than he let on.
Chiaki became quiet and more confident with her decision. She made this choice, and she really didn't regret a damn thing. "And that very thing you have done today, Chiaki.." he slammed his hand into the wall, anchored his hand beside her head, making her damn near jump out of her skin. Lightning cracked outside illuminating the scars that adorned his features.
The trench coat splaying open and just a bit of his shirt collar dipping down to reveal the purple scar stretches to his chest, gold tint staples fixed secure into what skin he had left to him that remained unscarred.
Her eyes wandered from his chest back to his brilliant blue eyes. "Made me realize that you were worth contacting. Trust me, Nakamura.. we will bring out the best in you, UA would have easily tainted your view on the world and how ‘justice’ is delivered; but it seems like you know the world for what it really is." he gave her cheek a pat and a pinch, his gaze remained on her and a sickly grin twisted on his features when he notices her eyes wandering to the purple skin and his pronounced collar dipping further down his chest.. His hand engulfed her chin, capturing it and making her look him in the eyes.
"Yknow, staring at people in the League will getcha in trouble or hurt, Not me though.. just don't get too used to it, anyone who stares that long at me i consider mice…but honestly i don't see you scurrying off anytime soon." He backs off when she blushes brighter and gives him a shove.
"Ah quit! Its kinda hard to not stare if you haven't noticed, Dabi." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started texting someone facing the heavy door, when he received a reply he put it back into his pocket, and sighed opening the heavy metal door with a creak, rain poured down into the street as he spoke up so she could hear him. "its what we ugly folk are used to i'm afraid." Chiaki merely scoffs and pulls back up the hood and opened her palm flat and above his and her head together she created a translucent green umbrella like barrier protecting them from the downpour, "Ugly is abit of a stretch, Dabi..." she mutters and follows him into the alley where the rain continued ro shower down bouncing off the barrier, a singular street lamp illuminating the barren street leaving the only city she had ever known, Dabi replayed that phrase in his head and he momentarily closed his eyes.
Its been years since he got compliments.. it was strange but not unwelcome. "Ohhhh little mouse, your gonna get along very well with me.. stick by my side and everyone will like you… eventually.. Your about to meet one of them anyway." As he said this casually as the street became a black and purple haze, a portal opened up and swirled as a literal exit from the city.. to wherever the hell she was going next.
Chiaki gasped and took an apprehensive step forward.
"Scared?" Dabi asked, with a little smirk on his lips. "Just a bit…" Dabi extended his hand for her, inviting her with him "Cmon. Trust me. Trust a burnt man with nothing to lose." He chides playfully. Chiaki accepts his invitation, his hand warm and textured with the staples.. Dabis heart skipped a beat at the contact.
Soft and small hands engulfed by his own as he guided her through the portal, stunning blue eyes never deviating from her gold and green ones.. like they were captivated by one another.. before she knew it, she was in a completely different location. She blinked and looked around, thunderstruck almost by the environment.
A bar that reeked of booze and smoke of different varieties. "Welcome home, for now." He says in a flat tone, she pulled off her hood and looked around.
Dabi still had his back to her and looked at his palm for a moment that felt like an eternity, the ghost of her hand remaining in his own, strange emotions bubbled up from nowhere, he shoved them back down and spoke up.
"Everyone seems to be out by now, usually the bar is never empty. The person who summoned that portal is here...Kurogiri, which means our leader Shigaraki is here. He’ll meet you at some point..when he's not on his damn video games." he nudged her shoulder with his elbow and shook his wet hair out. Turning to look down at her, "Nice place...you guys bounce from place to place often?" She asks in what felt like a shy whisper, the resounding echo from the hall made her feel like she was shouting.
"Haven't in a while.. hoping we won't have too again. Wont say where because it doesn't matter. Anyway, wanna come up to my room? There's an old couch up there you can crash on. Unless you want my bed, heh.. Wouldn't mind you in bed with me.” He breathily chuckles and pinches her chin starting to lead the way, “Don't get any ideas! I'm just tired.. I haven't had any sleep and its like.. Almost 2:30 in the morning.” She yawned and dragged her feet behind him.
Chiaki follows him up the stairs and down the long corridor to the last door on the left, he opened it to find a bedroom with a king sized mattress pushed to the wall and the windows covered in blackout curtains, an old couch directly under it and a flat screen across the room as well as his own computer and cans of empty energy drinks by it, as well as an ashtray that looked like it was used normally.
“This room is mine, go ‘head.” He invites her in, noting the tired look on her face, he found it almost innocent if it weren't for the remnants of blush still ghosted on the apples of her cheeks.
Dabi had booted the door closed behind him as she kicked off her boots, he spoke up again, watching her movements, as they seemed to have gotten lazier. “Not much of an interior decorator but it works for me, sprucing the room up would be too much effort.”
Making himself comfortable he sheds the trench coat and shuffles through a cabinet in the desk where his computer is located,”I'm getting pretty tired and by the looks of it you are too, so im afraid im gonna have to restrain you. Cmere.” He says, pulling out a pair of handcuffs that catches Chiaki’s attention, her brow instantly rising in confusion and a hint of worry. Dabis eyes flicker up to her when she whips around at the chain jingling as he approaches her, twirling the cuffs around his finger
“W-wait why do you need to restrain me?” She asks a little wary, “Its so you dont pull anything while I'm sleeping… can't be too careful, little mouse.” He states clasping the cuffs around her wrists in the front, they clicked almost to the point where he could get two fingers under them. Chiaki looked at him with big innocent eyes and then down to the cuffs on her wrists. “Tsk..you do this to all the new recruits or am i just that special.” He chuckles and turns his back to her. “You’re a first, to both be cuffed and able to sleep in my bed. Consider yourself ‘special’”
She looks back up to find Dabi stripping his white shirt off and tossing it to the couch, a blush forming on her face and a pang in her heart as she looks at him closely, hes much better looking up close… fit and lean, along with the added look of his scars that dressed his torso into his pants only made him 2 times more appealing and more her type. “Holy shit..” She says out loud with her jaw slacked abit. “Checking me out, little mouse? Remember what I said about staring.” He chuckled and laid back in bed exhausted, pulling the sheets up her body comfortably. “Sorry was just admiring the view, Dabi.” She teased rolling her eyes and settling into bed, Dabi’s eyes widened briefly and felt that sweet warm feeling creeping up his chest again, this time he let it simmer there.
“im going to sleep.. Too tired to think, that energy drink i had acouple hours ago finally wore off." Chiaki yawned and stretched, facing away from him to ease the situation, that situation being she wanted to face him and find comfort from him.
A sort of comfort she longed for for years, acceptance and safety.. Funny she found safety with a villain.. With villains alike. This caused her to giggle to herself, he raises a brow and looked over to her with his arms tucked behind his head
Instead as Dabi turned off the light and the distant thunder rolled she spoke up “Dabi..” “Hm?” She turned back over and some light from the opened part of the black out curtains illuminated her eyes, Dabi once again caught himself peering into them wistfully finding himself looking her over.
A genuine glow in her eye, appreciation and a connection the two have never felt before, “Thank you, for bringing me in.. you wont regret it,” She brings her bound hands up to pull the pillow further up under her head, and licked her lips, swallowing her fear and letting a wall down, even just alittle bit to him. Dabi mused and observed her closely, finally seeing the opposite end of what its like to have someone in need go to him of all people. “i haven't felt anything beyond disappointment for a long long time, so to say i feel comfortable with someone i was fighting not even a day ago says anything, i hope you understand and i'm not stepping over any boundaries.” He grinned, and responded with an amused chuckle. “Getting soft on me again, better not make that a habit with anyone else here, I just might get jealous.” Dabi grazed his finger against her cheek, she leaned against his hand and smiled angelically.
“I'm starting to like that fire in your eye. ” He ghosts his knuckles down her cheek as her eyes closed slowly, blinking exausted as the cold air kicked on from the ac unit above them, she shivered and threw all caution to the wind, Dabi stiffened as she moved closer to his end of the bed, she ducked her head abit beneath the blanket to snuggle against his warm chest, his heart hammered with nerves he still couldnt place a name too, the same hand that stroked her cheek rested on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing slow circles into the sweatshirts fabric.
Comforting and confusing thoughts swirled through the villains mind as he soon came to realize he remained awake for all but another 20 minutes, the soft rise and fall of her chest and side indicated she had long fallen asleep in his arms.
Dabi rested his chin against her head and attempted to find the sleep he had long since forgotten in his past life. Acceptance and comfort from someone.
He sighed and whispered in a husky tone of voice.
“Glad we had that talk, Little Mouse…”
XXX~
Hey yall its my first MHA fic. You might see more of her and Dabi in the future cuz honestly this was fun!
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skyrim misadventures, ft Weird Magic Stuff, a determined spite mission, and some spooky encounters
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still absolutely love this guy
[me, the leader of the brotherhood, who just assassinated the fucking emperor a few weeks ago] oh we’re not, huh
sighs i really want to do the thieves guild storyline but i dont want to work with the slimeball scam elixir guy to run a decent dude out of business for no reason... i like brand-shei hes my friend :(
i might not go through with it on this file, i definitely will with my khajiit though if nothing else
i know having a khajiit thief character is way obvious lmao but
nice
NICE
i forget which quest this was but I FOUND A SKELETON DRAGON????? IVE NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE
holy SHIT thats so many skeletons
i got SO many skulls in here
i also found this spooky hand, but couldnt figure out anything to do with it yet, unless its just here for Ominous Mage Experiments Gone Wrong purposes
anyway all this was on a quest to find the augur, which nobody wanted to talk about and kept going “ohh yeah.... he Used To Be a student.... until..... The Accident” and i was losing my MIND trying to imagine what kind of horrific thing this guy got turned into but then i finally found him and
:/ hes just a big glowy ball
which, i mean, is cool and all, but i was hoping for like, a dude who turned himself inside out or became some eldritch horror or something
through all these winterhold quests i started finally getting half decent at magic (not like, Good, but acceptably ok) and decided to finally go back for that one disastrous cidnha mine quest ive been avoiding
you get thrown in the markarth prison mines with nothing and gotta find a way to escape, which can be accomplished without too much trouble if you band together with your fellow inmates, however, they are fucking forsworn and will start murdering everyone near them once they escape with you
i dont know if that keeps you stuck with a bounty in markarth or not, but i REALLY didnt want to release the forsworn leader out into the world, or be friends with those fuckers, or ruin my reputation, or risk civilian casualties even though theres not really that many people i care particularly about in markarth now that muiri is safe is solitude, so. i had previously just reloaded a save and ignored the quest for ages
because like. i dont think you Can get out on your own and if you try to turn on them and fight once you make your escape its REALLY hard to survive bc they outnumber you and you dont have any armor or anything other than like, shitty prison shivs
however: the guards cannot take away your magic or your shouts, so
this time i was fucking ready, i have the ability to summon a FRIEND now to fight with me (i dont know what would’ve happened if i had a companion with me during this mess but like. i can Make one), i learned how to make a magic sword so id at least have some kind of halfway decent weapon, and ive got healing magic
cool dragon powers also help (this was from. later on bc i have my stuff in this shot but)
this was still hard as shit, lucien got defeated pretty early on, and with no magicka potions its really hard to keep healing while fighting but i eventually fucking DID IT, i killed every single forsworn prisoner including madanach, and escaped myself (which granted me a pardon and some kind of special ring i dont care about from the silverbloods)
i mentioned this misadventure to my dad later and he legitimately didnt know it was even possible to do this lmao i was VERY determined not to help the forsworn ever in any way
those guys ruin my day every five minutes when im out anywhere near their camps even if i try to avoid them like the plague i hate them!!
i kept the shivs though and later discovered
you can enchant them
LOOK at this cavern!!!!!!!
also i ran into a fucking headless horseman ??????
i didnt even know he was there until i heard lucien unsheathing his weapon when he saw it behind me and i looked to see what he was concerned about
i followed him for ages like halfway across the map but eventually i had so many bandits and wolves and also a dragon chasing after me i lost sight of him after a while :’| WILD though
not that im ever going to sell it but i cant help noticing the blade of woe is worth 666 gold,
cicero’s always mentioning he wants skyforge steel so i bought him a skyforge dagger and enchanted it for him (i think i put silent moons enchantment on it, i forget), finally remembered to give it to him but didnt take back the other dagger i gave him before to see if he’d pick which one he wants to use and here he is using his new one.... baby likes his present im so glad,
granted its probably just like, an automatic npc thing to just use whatever weapon has the best stats but i like to think he likes it
he still says the line all the time he doesn’t have like. special dialogue if you Do give him skyforge steel or anything but still
anyway i also had this mission going for boethiah where i was supposed to. bring her a sacrifice, essentially. which, yeah, ok, obvious bad idea, but im already an assassin, whats the difference at this point right
my first thought was to go hire a random mercenary at windhelm, since many of the most unpleasant people in skyrim seem to live there, and i figured the chances were pretty good hes racist and insufferable like the others
but we ended up killing a dragon together and god damn it hes actually a nice guy, i like him :’) so we’re friends now after all
however, boethiah still needed a sacrifice, and. there’s this drunk guy in markarth you can hire after you defeat him in a brawl, and. he doesn’t seem to have a lot going on in his life other than shit tons of mead, so. i figured he’d do :’ )
holy FUCK
i dont regret carrying out this quest bc like... A) it was really cool and B) -
i eventually got this fuckin SICK armor out of it that ups my stealth while actually being pretty legit defense, and it poisons any enemies that come near me but somehow doesnt poison friendly npcs which is WILD and incredibly convenient for when im getting mobbed but dont want to accidentally murder whatever companion i have with me at the time
i do feel bad about sacrificing cosnach though like. he was little more than a random drunk guy but that doesn’t mean he deserved it, y’know :’ ) i couldn’t find anyone i hated that would also follow me though
also i later discovered on the wiki you can actually marry that guy, and im just like. why, out of all the options you have in skyrim, would you go for “random drunk dude who gets in bar fights”
i dunno maybe he grows on you if you fight with him for a while but i didnt want to get attached again :’)
i found wisps??? i think?????? i couldnt figure out any way to interact with them but they glow and bounce around and i LOVE them
woah!!!!!!
i. dont remember what was in there but apparently the wisps really wanted me to find it
(i do remember getting stuck in this room and couldn’t figure out how to get the door to open though so i just kinda backtracked and left the way i came in, dunno if i missed anything important or if it was just an alternate way out that i couldnt figure out)
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Paramay Day 3- Partners in Crime
(I apologize in advance that this is so long. Theres just so much information that goes along with this one and it's the para I'm most proud of that I really wanna infodump. Note this takes place in the once upon a time universe)
This is the story of the 2 people known to be the most dangerous people in the enchanted forest, Goldilocks and Drizella. After Goldilocks' dad, Rumplestiltskin, is thrown into jail, the royal guard comes to search his house for any valuables and stolen riches. As only one other person knew Rumplestiltskin had a daughter, Goldilocks quickly disguises herself as a prisoner of Rumple's, claiming she was captured 2 years prior when her parents gave her up to him. She said her name was Anastasia after the main character in a book she just read. The princess Cinderella makes the decision to allow her to live under their roof as the royal seamstress which pleases Goldilocks because now she can gather information about where her father is being held. It was there she met Drizella and fell in love almost immediately. Drizella wanted her too, but was already betrothed to a rich man. (Side note: if your wondering why Drizella is living under Cinderella's roof, her step mom uses magic to make her forget she was cruel to her).
After being caught kisisng in the corridor, Drizella was about to be sent away to immediately marry her betrothed. Goldilocks quickly formulates a plan to get the information on where her father is and to help Drizella escape in one night. Already a skilled swordswoman, she kills half the royal guards and breaks into Cinderella's room. She demands the map to where her father is being held, threatening to kill the pregnant princess if she doesnt get what she wants. Goldilocks is not a violent person, and never even planned on hurting the princess. The prince tells her where Rumple is but no more. In a panic, when the doors are burst open by more guards, she nicked the princesses stomach and jumps out the window where Drizella was waiting with horses to make their escape and go into hiding.
They spend most of their time in a tavern by the docks. No self respecting royal would go there as it was known for the pirate ships that tended to flock there. It was riddled with thieves, pirates, murderers, the best kind of crowd. Goldilocks was good at getting information from these people, to the point where she built a reputation. She would trade information with you, but not with money or riches, but with information of greater or equal value. Mostly it was where the entrance to caves and the evil queen, Regina's castle. Sometimes it was secrets on people, if their wives were cheating on them, boring stuff to Goldilocks. Drizella watched her as she traded secrets. It was almost like Goldilocks was a different person. So...cool, cold...sinister? If given wrong information she watched as Goldilocks would strike them down instantly in front of everyone then calmly sit back down, brush the blood off her gloves onto her handkerchief, then demand water to clean her dagger.
Drizella loved it. She wanted to be like this. She wanted to be feared and respected. She begged Goldilocks to teach her how to fight and she obliged. She took her to where she learned, illegal skitz fights, which took place under the bar ever 2 days. They started as a place for kids to learn how to be trained to actually fight in the ogre wars, but later became a place to let off steam. Every other day it was kids from as young as 10-19 to learn how to fight, on the other days it was for adults. As it was illegal, everyone went by an alias. Goldilocks was just Locks as noone would even believe her real name was Goldilocks anyway. Drizella chose Gem after the emerald dress Locks once made for her. Rules were simple, only fight to maim, and everyone votes at the end to see if it was a fair fight. If not, the victor then goes into a battle to the death with the best fighter. A healer was nearby to heal any wounds. It was mostly fun for the kids just to hang out and chill, while a fight went on in the background.
Drizella was a fast learner, and while never besting Goldilocks, she still became skilled enough to handle herself. Several times people would ransack their camp and they would take them out with ease. They built up a reputation as the most dangerous couple in the kingdom, though they didnt do much. Hell, it wasn't that they were all that dangerous, they were just quick. Most pirates (hell most people) liked to make a show and a game out of it, with witty banter and teasing. Goldilocks and Drizella didn't toy with their opponents, they stuck them down before they even saw a weapon. They never started anything, only finished. Attack if attacked. Nothing more than that. Except with wrong information.
You see, in this tough tavern you had to make yourself known to not be messed with. If given wrong information, Goldilocks didnt enjoy killing people, but she needed it to be known to not even try tricking her. She spent her whole life studying maps, reading books, sneaking out of her house to listen to people in bars and taverns. Shes read her fathers journals about his exploits and travels. And a magical relic she stole from in her fathers study that tells if one is being truthful or not helped too. She would only trade information as long as the motive behind it wasnt revenge. However, there were 2 exceptions to this, she would trade any information for, a boy named Balefire, and the maps of Snow White's secret dungeon.
Many people like to bullshit about Balefire claiming they knew him. "We go way back." "I saw him just last week!" "Hes just got married, didn't he?!" All killed instantly at Drizella's hand. She got the map of Snow White's dungeon when the Queen Snow White herself walked in. Hearing of the Evil Queen Regina's curse, she was desperate for anything that might save her and her unborn child. At first giving her the map of the actual dungeon, Goldilocks laughed and said "Regina is going to release a curse that will send us all to an eternity of hell." And stopped there. Snow White wanted more information as everyone knew that. Goldilocks reminded her everyone knew of that map too. She wanted the real map, where Rumplestiltskin was being held. Snow White debated (still not knowing this was his daughter) but eventually gave her the map. She told Snow White of a magical tree that could help her escape and gave her the name of someone else who can help, while trying her best not to shake with delight of the map. Drizella immediately went to planning on how to break into the dungeon, but Goldilocks told her they needed to wait. They needed information on Balefire. If they didnt get it in 1 week, then they would go.
The information about Balefire came to her exactly 3 days later. A pirate with half a hand came wandering in, wanting information about where Rumplestiltskin was. Knowing it was for revenge, she told him no. The pirate then said "I was told you would give up anything for information about Baelfire. I used to know one-" Goldilocks sneered and said "oh yeah. I'm sure hes your second cousins, 3rd uncle twice removed." Hesitating, the pirate continued, "well, the thing is...I dont know if it's the right one. This Baelfire lived 300 years ago your time." Goldilocks sat up straight. Usually able to collect and hide her emotions, now it was clear she was excited and eager to listen. Her father was never willing to talk to her about his son who, according to him, passed away centuries ago. The pirate smiled and gave her all the information about him that he had, including that the boy was still alive and where he probably was. Goldilocks jumped up and told him (truthfully) that Rumplestiltskin was being held in Snow Whites dungeon. Now Goldilocks had everything she needed. Mostly out of excitement, they worked fast to come up with a plan.
She stayed in the tavern for 2 more days as it was a safe house for her. Mostly using the skitz fight as loud background for Gem and Locks to secretly come up with a plan, there was a request for her to come back up to the bar. They gathered up all their stuff and found the half handed pirate, murder in his eyes. Angry that she had told him the wrong location of Rumplestiltskin. She told him she didnt lie, but the pirate was angry and now wanted a fight. Goldilocks, no longer needed the bar for information or a quiet place, obliged. Not wanting to kill him, she cut his hand off clean and ran. The pirate demanded his crew go after them. Drizella and Goldilocks fought them with ease.
They decided to enact their plan of breaking into the dungeon. They didnt have much time to plan, it was mostly a stealth mission, secretly dispatching of as many guards as possible then running into the dungeon and winging it from there. They got to her father, but they didnt expect more guards to come. Goldilocks told Drizella to run and hide before parting with a kiss. Drizella followed her instructions. Goldilocks screamed to her father that Baelfire was still alive and in a land without magoc. Her father was confused and begged the guards not to hurt his daughter as they threw her to the ground and shackled her. Goldilocks was then arrested on accounts of murder, kidnapping, and killing the royal baby. Most of this was news even to her. Apparently the nick she had caused to the princess's stomach was a deep gash that had killed the child but spared the princess. The story was then told that she kidnapped Drizella and ran away with her. Goldilocks felt horrible for killing the baby. She was sentenced to be burned at the stake in 3 days time. Rumplestiltskin panicked and told Drizella if she truly loved Goldilocks to go get the Evil Queen Regina. It took 2 days, but Regina did come to the cell. Rumplestiltskin begged Regina to activate the curse by tomorrow and that he would owe her a favor if she did. Regina reminded him that she'll remember this.
A day later, Goldilocks was tied to a stake in front of a crowd of angry citizens. She managed to find Drizella in the crowd and she smiled at Goldilocks in reassurance. Goldilocks didn't know whether to be relieved she was there, or afraid. But she still was glad that she was able to see her one last time.
The fire was lit. Some people in the crowd began cheering, for the royal baby was about to be avenged. Right as the flames reached her feet, Goldilocks saw a cloud of purple haze in the distance. She thought it was just the smoke from the fire until the cloud came closer and closer. Warning bells began to go off while people were shouting the queens curse was finally here. In the panic, Drizella ran to Goldilocks, her skirt catching on fire when she did, trying to free her. The flames had just reached Goldilocks torso, when the purple cloud had reached them.
Goldilocks awoke as Leslie Gold. No memory of the crimes that she had committed. No memory that she was almost burned. No memory of the tavern where killed so many. No memory of killing the royal guards or baby. And worst of all, no memory of Drizella, her partner in crime.
This was a lot and very poorly written and I apologize for that. I'm not very good at writing. This is the para I'm most proud of as with a lot of my paras I have to change the rules of the universe, but sometimes I actually get mad that Goldilocks isnt a real character in the ouat. I've managed to work her in perfectly with the story so very little is changed. I feel like she would have made a great character's but unfortunately Goldilocks and Drizella only exist in my head.
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Grass suggested that I write down what I'd been experiencing, and it's been far too long since I took even a moment of time for myself. My magic has always been a mystery to me. Most all my life anyone I've talked to have said it was mere happenstance, that's why I'm a wild mage, that's simply wild magic. But it's more then that. I've always known it's more then that and I think I'm finally discovering what it is. It all started when I let grass into my body to summon and earth elemental to retrieve its heart. The instant he put my hand on it I was ripped from my body and taken... somewhere. I'm still not entire sure exactly where it is, but it feels like the center of everything. The very core of this plane. A dark room filled with crystalline colored doors with symbols, correlating to what I now can assume are the elemental plans, or some where far older and deeper. On my first time there after touching the heart I was a bit in shock i didnt move with much purpose other then finding out where i was, how and why. The door to what I assume was the plane of earth was cracked open and i stepped in not thinking much of it and seeing no other way out. Upon entering i was overwhelmed with the physical sensation of a sandstorm and a deep weighted pressure on my body, it simply felt jagged and hard, hot and cold at the same time. I've read about the elemental planes but this felt different then what was described. I've also been to the plane of water, at least part of it, and the sensation was nothing like this, leading me to believe it was more. The ground began to shift under me and I jumped back and found myself back in the dark room with the door shut in front of me.
I figured I should try another to see if I could find an exit and found myself drawn to the indigo door. Opening it and pushing onwards I found myself, deep underwater, with that same pressure weighing on me as before, but yet it felt like I was under heavy rainfall despite being submerged. Water filled my lungs but it didnt effect me at all. It was fully dark and as soon as I called out, a pair of burning indigo eyes open and I was thrust back into my body lying on the ground in an instant.
It felt exhilarating. I cant explain it any other way but being in that place made me feel... something? At the time I wasn't sure if it was good or bad but I now know I'm connected to this place somehow. Though I have no concrete proof, I feel it with my whole being that I had a place there. Continuing on with the days I eventually found that I could now understand primordial. It came somewhat slowly, but I could mostly understand the foreign language as if I had always known it. We eventually found the cone of power, it really needs a better name. All these relics do. That aside I'm not sure if the relic has some sort of pull to it, or it was simply my mages instincts that draw me to it, but I find its possibilities both frightening and boundless.
I dont even know how to begin to describe what followed made me feel. We were summoned across time and space to the dimension of Zaun, forced to participate in a sick game show for the entertainment of a being that called himself Mr. Dazzel. Through our time there we found the missing guide Masato, and even that basterd Hukko. Though after meeting him I can switch his name out with "those bitch ass pixies in the world plans" on my hit list. They had filed on us, and mine read "mislabled/unknown" on my fighting classification. I was confused at the time but now its beginning to make more sense now. With the help of Jellinda we were able to try and escape, ending with a confrontation with that dazzling whore. We won, obviously, and surprisingly thanks to Mr. Gray further adding to his infuriating mystery, and thanks to the cone we were able to all return home before the plane itself collapsed.
I recognized the face Jellinda made when arrived back on the material plane. Lost, broken, confused, and at the same time, numb. I wonder if this is how eglantine felt when she came across me long ago. I didnt have to wonder what it was like to have your entire life uprooted and destroyed in a second. It's happened to me more times then I can count, and I will see to it that shes taken care of properly.
Too much all happened at once. It always has, but especially now. I've rolled with the punches as best I can until now, i thought that i bared some sort of responsibility in all of this, but that's just the problem. We dont know what /this/ is hardly at all, and we've been traveling with MONTHS and still have no answers, and the others seem to just be okay with this? "When have we ever had a plan?" Chops said to me, and hes right. And I'm starting to think that my time with them has run its course, not that it ever seemed to have one. Then theres the added business of what to do with the damn cone. Apprently they would rather give the thing to another leader in a position of power, as if grey wasn't able to manipulate multiple city states to the brink of ruin with them already, but of course they all /trust/ agrafex as if hes not as easily swayed just because hes a dragon. Of course it's not safe to have with us but I would rather be the one to hold the weapon of mass destruction then a potential enemy, maybe I could even learn how to use it to help us, but at this point I want nothing to do with this mess anymore.
I'm so sick and tired putting my own feelings and my own life aside and on the line for what I thought was the greater good, but theres no point anymore. There never was. This entire journey has been a waste of time and the others dont have lives to live or people that care for them. They have no homes to return to, no lost loves to find, but I do, and this mess has wasted enough of my time. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to go back to the way things were. My carrier seems so trivial and far away now but it mattered to me, and it was something I had to sacrifice to bring about change. The infamy of what we did in galamond fell souly on my shoulders, weather they relize it or not, I was the one with the reputation to lose. Everyone has an opinion of me now, good and bad. The rumors of what we did and speculation of what happened ran rampant , and I could even exit the castle in our last month there without getting dirty or fearful looks. Not that they would understand even if I were to tell them. High and mighty as they are.
And yet as much as I yern for Galamond I yearn for my home with Miguel more then anything... not a day goes by that I dont think of his face or crave his touch, and I have been a fool to think I was doing the right thing by setting that aside. Fond as I may be for my friends the next chance I get I'm going to find him and I'm going to save him no matter the cost. No matter what power I will have to steal or tap into. I would blacken my soul and tear down the sky if it meant saving him. And I will.
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One by One, Gone
(Thanks to @frostymoon11 for helping me writing this story)
After the events in Ladybug, Marinette's reputation at Dupont had gone downhill. Everywhere she went, there will always be looks of dissapoinment or anger towards her and people giving her cold shoulder
Alya, Nino and Adrien thankfully were still on her side, Marinette hated to admit it but they weren't as close as they were before Lila came. The conversations between them was rather forceful and awkward, anyone with brain cells can clearly feel the tension between the group of friends
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Week Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She shouldn't had let her hopes up, Lila managed to completely turn Marinette's friends against her. It doesn't hurt, she only felt numb. Tired of Lila, tired of being used, tired of being left behind, tired of fake friends. What kind of Ladybug that had no luck? Maybe she wasn't made to be Ladybug
"Marinette? Maybe you should stay home today, you need a break from everything" said Tikki. The little kwami had been very supportive, theres no lectures or scolding ever since the day she got expelled, which thankfully was proved that Marinette was innocent. The kwami knew how evil Lila was, no way shes gonna let her chosen near that evil girl
"Are you sure? I've already missed too many lessons, Tikki. I don't think anyone will lend me their notes after...." she didn't finish the sentence but the kwami understood about what the girl was about to say
"I know, but you need to rest, Marinette. I'm sure your parents will understand, it's just for today"
The room grew silent, Tikki mentally begging her chosen that she needs to rest. Marinette glanced at her kwami, the tiny god had always supported her when her 'friends' didn't. With a sigh, she gave her answer
"Just for today, you can help me catch up on some notes tomorrow" She gave Tikki a small smile as the kwami snuggled against her
For a few hours, it was just both of them talking about miraculous stuff and Tikki helping her with designing. Her parents barely checked on her these days, they trust another girl's word rather than their own daughter's word, another prove that Marinette was truly alone. Wait no, she still had Tikki, Master Fu and....
Chat Noir
The bluenette couldn't trust him after the events of the sentimonster they call 'sentibug'. He grew....delusional and had been rather forceful with her superhero persona. Tried to kiss her several times, didn't want to fight if she didn't accept anything from him, tantrums about how they were 'soulmates'. Even went as far to....pin her onto a wall and made her swore to love him, of course she didn't but the hero couldn't shake off the chills and scared feelings when her supposed partner was around
THUMP
Both kwami and chosen jumped on air, yeah like literally. They glanced at each other then shrugged, wondering the same thing. The kwami flew towards Marinette and hide inside her jacket, the girl walked downstairs only to be welcomed by a 'crying' Lila with Sabine hugging her
"Marinette Dupain-Cheng" a familiar voice called her from behind, she turned towards the voice and was met by her dad. His expression cold and his tone scolding, she knew Lila must had something to do with this
"I can't believe that you were bullying Lila since her first day at Dupont, I thought we raised you better" the young designer flinched at the tone of his voice, his voice loud and clear full of anger and dissapoinment
She didn't notice that her body had started to tremble, the warm bakery now felt colder around her. Her heart breaks again into more pieces, refusing to feel the pain. She lets herself go numb, not wanting to feel anything other than the empty void inside her heart. She lost her parents. Whos next?
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Later that night, her parents gave her a huge rant about how they raised her better, how they tried their best to be good parents only to receive news about their daughter, how they were very dissapointed
And so for a few weeks, Marinette's parents rarely spent time with her. They would sometimes phone Lila to ask about Marinette's behavior at school, which got Lila a chance to lie about her enemy. Some days Lila would visit the bakery and receive treats and compliments from Marinette's parents, while their supposed daughter was yelled at the whole time
Marinette's first breaking point was the moment she heard some things that she wasn't supposed to. But it proves another point,
"Oh Lila, thank you so much for helping in the bakery. Marinette never wanted too, it's so kind of you to volunteer. How did your test go?" Sabine asked Lila, as the girl helped carrying some supplies for her
"The test was very hard but overall i did well, thank you for asking Sabine!" Lila gave the woman a fake cheery smile
"Oh congrats! You're so smart, Marinette didn't do that well on that test..."
"Well, thats too bad. Maybe i should help her study for the next test" the brunette offered Sabine, still faking her smile
"Oh! You don't have to help her out, but that's so selfless of you. You're like the daughter we never had, I'm so proud to have you here" Sabine hugged the girl, as her daughter watched in the background, ignored and not seen, as always
She was truly alone huh....
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Soon midnight came, her parents were asleep so it will be easier for her to ran away. A bag full of her clothings and materials, also a box of cookies for Tikki incase the kwami got hungry
"You ready, Tikki?" The kwami swallowed a cookie before nodding
"You know the words!" Marinette sighed before smiling, she will be happy again, far away from those people who had hurt her
"Tikki, spots on!"
She quickly jumped off, swinging to every building until she arrived at the massage parlor. She needs some place to stay, maybe Master Fu will understand why she did this. He was a wise person after all
The girl knocked on the door several times, hoping that the guardian was still awake. She really needed someone by her side, especially after being betrayed several times. She knocked another several times, the guardian opened the door
Fu was definitely surprised to see Marinette as Ladybug, on his front door, giving him a broken smile as she drops her bag beside her. The Guardian was about to leave with his kwami, planning to see Marinette to talk about....the events in the past until she showed up on his front door
'Well this is gonna be easy' he thought to himself as he invited her inside
He sat down on his mat as the bluenette sat in the other, "Master Fu, I'm sorry for interupting you at this hour, i just....don't know where else to go" the girl said
He could see the tears threatening to come out. He nodded, he actually didn't know what happened to the girl but he didn't want to waste more time than he already had
"Marinette, I'm sorry for doing this but i gave you too many chances in the past" he said, face not giving off any emotions
"W-what do you m-mean, Master?" Marinette tried to stay calm, but she can't. Not when Master Fu was giving her the scolding tone, that means she must had done something wrong
A sigh escaped his mouth, "Give me your miraculous, it's too risky for you to be Ladybug considering your mental states. The Ladybug miraculous was the key to save Paris and i simply can't risk, Paris needs a Ladybug, a hero to save them all from Hawkmoth" a moment of silence before he continued, "You were a great Ladybug, Marinette....but it's better for another one to rise up"
Shock and anxiety started to pile up inside her crazy, she was having trouble on breathing. 'Calm down, calm down, Master Fu must had a good reason to do this'. She closed her eyes and focused on her emotions. Anger, sadness, confusion, hurt....she let go of her emotions, letting herself felt numb
Marinette looked at the guardian, studying his movements. He was clearly nervous and upset, but behind those feelings were confidence. As if he knew what he was doin- no Marinette, he's the guardian, he knew what he was doing. Yet she can't help but feel more doubt rising in her chest
"I'm sorry, Master. But there must have been a huge misunderstanding, did i do something to upset you?" Marinette asked the guardian, going through every mistakes she made during akuma attacks. But none of it was fatal, she managed to fix everything back to normal
Another sigh came out, "there's no misunderstanding, you were no longer worthy of the Ladybug miraculous. The balance between the Ladybug and the Cat miraculous were broken and it's best to fix it"
His glare struck into her heart, her body started shaking in fear and anger, "Why?" She whispered out
"What do you mean why? The balance was ruined because of you, Marinette. If you hadn't been so selfish, this would never happen"
Tears streamed down slowly down her face, Marinette had never felt so betrayed and hurt in her life. This was no misunderstanding, it's Master Fu being his past idiotic self. But does it had to be her? Why? Why not Chat Noir? Can't the guardian see that their dynamic was ruined because of him? Was her consent and feelings not important anymore?
Meanwhile, the kwamis watched the scene from the corner of the room. They didn't agree with the guardian's opinion, honestly if they were brave enough to say it, his opinion and reasons were stupid. Wayzz, the Turtle kwami, could only reassure Tikki that it was fine and things will go back to normal
He hated to lie about it but what else was he supposed to say? The Ladybug kwami loved her holder, she had supported the girl when no one else was. Now the guardian ordered her to return the miraculous, Tikki was very upset. It felt like she lost a best friend but also a daughter, she can't afford to lost her holder, especially at times like this
Marinette shook her head, if he didn't think she was worthy then maybe she wasn't. She looked at her kwami and gave a warm smile, the first real smile she gave the kwami after months of pain. She won't be able to see Tikki again but at least the kwami had supported her through hard times, especially when her friends and parents hadn't
She took off the earrings one by one as her kwami watched her in horror. The girl pulled the earring to her chest, hugging it for the last time before giving it back to the guardian. Marinette stood up, took her stuff and left before the guardian could say a word
She didn't know where else to go, she was alone. No more Master Fu, no more Tikki, no more being Ladybug. The girl who used to be a loved hero was now the homeless girl who was hated by everyone
#ml angst#marinette dupain cheng#supportive tikki#fu being a bad guardian? yes#ml lila#ladybug angst#kinda? idk#suffer!#ml salt#lila rossi#adrien salt#master fu
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Okay, this is very loosely based on Renegade by Styx. TW slight rape mention, slight gore, uh let me know if there’s anything else. It’s pretty short, just around 1k. Enjoy!
The crowd was jeering and booing as Aleksandr was led to the gallows. He was blindfolded, his hands bound behind his back, but he was far from defenseless. He still had Thea waiting for him somewhere in the crowd, Alexis waiting with the getaway horses, and the hope that his life was not yet over. After all, he was innocent.
They called him ‘Kane, the Scourge of the South’, but even that was a misnomer. He was from the North. They spread rumors about how he raped every woman in a town before burning it to the ground. He preferred the company of men and was scared of fire.
Aleksander stumbled on a stone and was rewarded with a hit to the back of the legs that had him on the ground.
“On your feet, Kane,” the guard ordered. Aleksandr bit his tongue to stop from snapping back. Kane isn’t even his name, just the name he uses when he travels with Thea. They had decided that code names would make their adventures more exciting.
The guard hit him again so he stood up and kept walking. He felt something hit his shoulder and drip down his arm. Tomatoes, great. His capelet was made of white wolf fur, those stains are never coming out. The rest of the walk to the gallows was without incident, but as he was climbing the wooden steps to the platform, he heard something special from the crowd.
“Две минуты, Саша!” The call was hidden amid the jeers, but Aleksandr heard it loud and clear. It was almost time to go. But not yet.
Aleksandr was forced to the front of the platform before having the blindfold ripped off. He could finally see the crowd that had gathered around to watch him die. He could feel a dagger pressed to the small of his back, a warning not to try anything.
“Citizens of Weapia, today we rejoice!” A man called from behind him. Most likely some lord or baron, a rich snob who basks in the glory of others. Aleksandr had to stop himself from smiling. “Today the criminal known as Kane will die. Executioner, if you would read out the charges.” Aleksandr could hear the click of boots on wood.
“Of course, Lord Williams.” The executioner purred from behind him. Aleksandr’s stomach turned. He knew that voice and it wasn’t Thea’s. It was the voice of his captor, the bounty hunter known as Aleciel. He had raided Aleksandr’s camp on the one night where Thea was away.
“The Kingdom of Weapia hereby finds Kane, the Scourge of the South, guilty of seven counts of theft, 11 counts of arson, 20 counts of rape, and 53 counts of murder.” Aleciel declared. Aleksandr has to resist the urge to scoff. Bullshit. He was guilty of one count of arson and one count of murder. The man deserved it and the fire was an accident. Not only did they arrest him with no evidence, but they also made him the scapegoat for myriad other crimes rather than find the people accountable. “The sentence is death by hanging.” The crowd cheered, and Aleksandr heard Thea again.
“Саша, утка сейчас!” Finally. Aleksander grinned and dropped to his knees. A knife whizzed above his head and hit Aleciel. The crowd erupted into chaos and more than one person screamed. Aleksandr looked up just in time to see Thea run through the crowd and jump on the platform with ease.
“It’s Hate!” Someone screamed from the crowd. Lord Williams froze, giving Thea the perfect opportunity to cut the ropes binding Aleksandr’s hands. Aleksandr pulled the knife out of his boot before standing up. He looked around. Thea had hit Aleciel in the shoulder, and he was bleeding heavily.
“Guards, get them!” Aleciel yelled from the ground. Lord Williams ran and jumped off the back of the platform. Aleksandr couldn’t blame him. Thea wore an ivory half-mask with a single tear-shaped ruby just below the eye. She was wearing dark leather, furs, and dual wielding short blades. She looked like a demon and she was terrifying. Aleksandr moved to cover Thea’s back.
“He is waiting at the edge of town with the horses. Can you handle yourself from here?” Thea said under her breath.
“Yes. Godspeed, сестра.” Aleksandr said his first words since being captured.
“На три. Один два три!” They sprang into action. They fought their way through the guards, Thea moving quickly with her knives, Aleksandr using his bulk to his advantage. Once they got past the guards, the escape was easy. The crowd scattered before them, terrified of Kane and Hate.
Alexis was waiting with the horses, his own face shadowed by a hood. They didn’t speak, just mounted the horses and took off. Once they were a good distance away and they couldn’t hear footsteps behind them, Alexis spoke up.
“Сасха, идиоте. Ви сте буквално најгори и ја вас толико мрзим.” Alexis ranted in his language, the one that Thea couldn’t understand. Aleksandr was sitting behind Alexis on their horse, so he started messing with Alexis’s hair.
“Love you too, Aljoša.” Thea smiled from her own horse.
“It’s good to see you two together again. And I’m glad that you’re not mad with Sasha, Alexis.” Alexis kicked Aleksandr in the leg. “You know, he only got captured to save you.”
“What?” Alexis said. Thea nodded, but Aleksandr spoke up.
“You were out answering nature’s call when they came. Thea wasn’t with us that night, so it was just our one tent. There were too many of them for just the two of us to fight off. So I went willingly and kept you free.” Aleksandr explained. He couldn’t see Alexis’ face, but he had been with him long enough to imagine his expression.
“Прости саша Я не ненавижу тебя, я люблю тебя.” Alexis apologized. Aleksandr reached around and rubbed Alexis’ hand, twisting his ring.
“I know, Aljoša, I know. Let’s go home. Back to Keld.” Aleksandr said. “Let’s be Aleksandr, Alexis, and Thea for a while. Let Kane, Axe, and Hate’s reputations die down.” Alexis smiled.
“Let’s go,” he said. Thea smiled.
“Last one to Roiwl takes care of the horses!” Thea called before taking off like a shot. Aleksandr and Alexis grinned before taking off after their friend.
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Laura’s Reading List: Dean x Reader/OFC
Let me know if you have any other fic recs for me to read & put on this list!
Dean x Reader
A Girl Called Mike by @arazialotis ***Comp
The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Finale
Contrapasso by @crispychrissy ***Comp
When a high ranking demon is kidnapped and cured by the British Men of Letters, she awakens with no memory of what she used to be. When the dark memories of her past begin creeping up, will she be able to escape the tidal wave or will she be swept under and consumed by darkness once more?
The New Princess by @curliesallovertheplace
You look exactly like the princess of Genieve who is promised to marry the prince of your country, Prince Dean. But what happens if the princess doesn’t want to marry him and meets you, her look-a-like?
Someone to Watch Over Me by @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog ***Comp
Six months ago, everything changed. Widowed and alone, Dean Winchester is determined to pick himself up and move on, so he goes back to his job as a bodyguard for Singer Protective Services. His first assignment? An actress receiving death threats, an actress with an uncanny resemblance to his wife. You don’t want protection, don’t need it. Especially from someone as cold and impersonal as Dean Winchester. You’re not afraid of a bunch of stupid death threats, you just want to be left alone to live your life. Two people, two very different lives. Who will be the first to let their armor slip?
Good Vibrations by @impala-dreamer ***Comp
Y/N has wished for Dean Winchester to turn his eye her way since the moment they met, silently pining for him and loving him from deep within the friend zone. When Dean suddenly returns her affection, Y/N is in Seventh Heaven, but nothing gold can stay, and she soon finds out that things aren’t always what they seem and that some wishes are better left unfulfilled.
When In Rome by @just-another-winchester
Dean notices changes in Y/N after she’s brought back to life, slowly realizing she isn’t the same woman he fell in love with and that she’s gone bad. Will he be able to save her? Or is she lost to him?
You’re Not Alone by @just-another-winchester
You didn’t have the easiest life, after losing your family you escaped everything you knew and went on the run. You were young and alone, until you meet the Winchesters, a long overdue meeting. Now together the three of you will face adventure, horror, romance and suspense. The Winchesters become your lifeline, and you become theirs. But you have no idea what kind of adventures you’re really in for.
How You Play the Game by @kittenofdoomage ***Comp
Y/N is a frequent hunting associate to the Winchesters, and has been in love with Dean as long as she can remember. Her past comes back to trap her, and she finds herself fighting for her life in a place of nightmares… is she alone?
What You Wanted by @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid ***Comp
No longer being able to watch Dean long for kids anymore you make the decision to get pregnant without telling Dean your plan first. You know he won’t like the idea and even shot it down when you brought it up before trying. But will he turn his back on you when you tell him your plan worked?
Force of Habit by @littlegreenplasticsoldier ***Comp
You and Dean have the perfect marriage.
Hunting Ground by @luci-in-trenchcoats ***Comp
cop!reader AU series
Our Little Secret by @sis-tafics (Part 4) ***Comp
After Dean finds out you lack some experience in a certain department, he makes it his goal to rectify that. As friends, the two of you decide there are some kinks out there definitely worth trying.
Break a Little by @sis-tafics ***Comp
You’re an Alpha Female, and that means your entire life you’ve been an outcast, an abomination. It’s been so long you don’t remember what it is like not to feel raw, angry and hurt. You’re aggressive, a little wild, and don’t play well with others. So when your only friend’s brother Dean calls and says Sam is missing, you are hesitant to work with him. After all, you have always been alone.
The Ellison Lane Legacy Series by @sixtysevenandwhiskey ***Comp
Just One Night by @sofreddie ***Comp
Dean deeply yearns for Y/N. But there’s just one problem…she’s not his.
What Are You Searching For by @supernatural-fanfic (Part 10) ***Comp
Summer Fling by @supernatural-jackles ***Comp
After months of struggling, an impulse decision puts you on the road from Sioux Falls to Lawrence Kansas, hoping that your father, Bobby Singer, will take you in for the summer. A breath of fresh air. A change of scenery. But little did you know, this summer was going to change your life forever.
Help Me Practice by @theweirdymcweirderson ***Comp
The reader has never been kissed and as a guy starts to take interest in her, she asks Dean, her best friend, to help her practice. After they kiss, none of them seem to be able to keep holding back the feelings they have for each other.
Noise Complaints by @winchasterdean (Part 7)
Dean and the Reader are next door neighbours. Dean has an active sex life that keeps the Reader up at night. One night, the Reader decides she’s had enough and decides to confront Dean.
Dean and Sam x Reader
Hunter Care Network by @wayward-and-worn ***Comp
With Wolves by @bamby0304 ***Comp
Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when you’re caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long there’s a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?
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A Sander Sides AU
Alright this is for a fic idea that im planning on posting soon. I don't know what else to call it other than a Street Au
Remy:
-Blind, only really being able to see bright colours and lights. So he gravitates towards raves and parties, because he feels comforted by being able to see something, even if its splotchy/really freaking blurry colours.
-Works at a tattoo shop that he used run too when he was a young teen. Would describe things by how they feel and ask to get them tattooed. The guy never did give him a tattoo, instead helping out with sorting his thoughts by rationalizing them and such.
- Is actually young compared to all the others, only being 20.
- Gets hair dyed bright neon colours. Usually green.
- Tall as hell, and makes it worse by wearing heels.
- Only sleeps when passed out drunk or literally in the hospital. Will occasionally sleep voluntarily if content and happy.
- Trust issues.
- Roman was the guy who let him into his first rave, being a bouncer and all. Then patton, reluctantly, let him get drunk for the first time after lots of begging. And then Virgil landed him his first few jobs, but none stuck so Logan just hired him at the shop.
- Lives alone, but gets lots of check ups from the guys due to where he lives.
- Only had a boyfriend once, and it wasn't pretty. He was a big drug dealer and has a lot of power.
Deceit/ Dominic:
- Has a really bad repetation, which is only enhanced when you know his older brother.
- Lives in a nice apartment but always needs money because he spends all his money on his snake babies.
-Everyone hates him and the only person who appreciates him is his brother. Who's manipulative.
- Loves his banana snake baby deception, but shes always escaping and slithering into trouble.
- 21 years old.
- A compulsive liar because it's the only way he survived this long.
- Gets hooked up into a lot of dangerous things because of his brother and when he tried to break away, he realized he doesn't know how to live on his own.
- Pretty tiny, like 5"4. Also chubby, and has eczema that effects his face and hands.
- Actually pretty positive, but due to his reputation, his positivity is taken as being a psychopath. He also has a short temper which makes him look worse.
- Rather unknown past.
Logan:
- Runs a tattoo shop.
- Has made a safe place for troubled youth in his shop, and is saving to become a licenced therapist.
- One of the most stable people in this fic, but can sometimes become overwhelmed.
- Taller than Remy when he doesn't wear those impractical heels.
- Feels the closest to Remy, and acts like a dad, along with his 3 boyfriends.
- Age 29
Virgil:
- Works multiple jobs.
- Recovering addict and has alot of mental illness.
- Though he looks the shortest due to his slouch, but when his posture is straight it adds 2 inches.
- Was the last person to join the polysanders group and feels left out sometimes.
- Hard to get jobs because he has a bad school record. Used to get into fights and held back twice. Along with the drug record, theres not many people who are lining up to have him work for them.
- Musical genius, able to play almost any instrument. Favorite instruments are the guitar, flute, piano, and harp.
-24
Roman:
- Works as a bouncer to get money for the theatre that he wants to one day own. Also a small makeup guru on Youtube.
- Knows how to save money, find the best deals, and diy's everything due to being poor most his life.
- The title Princy used to be a sarcastic name people called him due to him being poor. Now its his stage name.
- Shortest of the four, but not as short as 'Dominic'.
- Cheerful but gets panic attacks and overworks himself.
-26
Patton:
- Grew up in a good home with and his parents were good, until he came out. Now they dont speak.
- Had a past with the same guy Remy dated and Dominics brother. But he doesn't remember it, due to a block his brain has on all those memories. But it changes when he sees Dominic. And the memories come back.
- Used to own a popular bakery but alot of things happened at once amd he decided it was to much stress. Now works closer to one of his boyfriends, Roman, as a bartender. Also volenteers at shelters.
- Dad body
- Shorter than Logan, but still tall.
- Past is slightly mysterious.
((Ill probably edit this, but its 5:00 in the morning and I need a break. Hope you like, fic coming out soon!!))
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‘I just need to see you’
Warnings: mature content towards the end.
Masterlist: here
He’d been on tour for three months and usually you’d have snuck in a few visits here or there but work was hectic and you couldn’t get enough days off to fly across the world just for a day or two. Being newly married you were both still in the honeymoon phase which made the distance even harder to accept, you constantly craved each others presence and as the days went by it got harder and harder to resist the urge to jump on a plane just for a few hours of being next to each other.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, Harry’s face lighting up the screen as you answered the FaceTime call. “Hey baby, how’s New York? I miss you” you put on the best smile you could muster up, but he could see straight through it. Harry frowned a little “I miss you too baby, I miss you so much it’s tearing me apart” even he was less chipper than usual. “New York is good though, playing MSG again is going to be amazing, wish you could be here for it though” you sighed “I know H, works just so crazy, its coming to the end of the financial year and there are so many loose ends that still need tying up, it’s a bit of a mess if I’m honest but we’re getting there.” Harry nodded, forcing a little smile, but it was obvious he was tired and not in a great mood. “Only two more week though H until we see each other, thats not far now” you tried to bring the mood up but two week was still way to long for both of you and you knew it. “I know, I just really miss you that’s all. I want to not fall asleep in an empty bed again, it’s weird, theres too much space and I don’t like it. And I want to kiss you, god I want to kiss you so much, I just miss you being here.” he started tearing up a little and so did you. You could tell he was exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes a little more prominent than usual, and it broke your heart seeing him this way. “H don’t get upset, I know its hard but it’s not to long now, just get some sleep and you’ll feel better in the morning, I promise baby, everything will be fine” a tear slid down your cheek, even you didn’t believe the words you were speaking. “I just... I just need to see you, I miss you so much it hurts” the tears were rolling down his cheeks by this point and you couldn’t take it any longer. “Fuck it, I’m buying a plane ticket right now I can’t handle this anymore” you said, opening your laptop. Harry’s face lit up “But baby what about work?” he asked, still hopeful you’d buy the ticket still. You paused, thinking it over for a moment, “Rachel can do what needs to be done in the office and I can work from my laptop while I’m in the air and when you’re doing press. Plus I have 2 months of leave built up so i may as well take some. I can’t handle being so far from you anymore, I need to see you too H, so badly.” you smiled, finalising the payment for the flight that would be departing in 3 hours. “Fuck I love you so much, I’m so gla dI married you” Harry was beaming, the tears gone from his eyes, the dampness on his cheeks the only indicator that he’d ever been upset. “I love you too husband, god I still love saying that” you smiled “Ok I need to pack, I’ll call you on my way to the airport ok baby?” he nodded “Love you H” you blew a quick kiss “Love you too beautiful” Harry said before you ended the call, throwing your phone down on the bed.
You’d rushed around grabbing all of the things you needed, sending a quick text to Rachel to let her know what was happening and that you’d be gone for two weeks but would be contactable and working while you’re gone, although you knew that when Harry was around he was incredibly irresistible and the worst, most persistent distraction, but you secretly loved it and would almost always give in. You called an Uber before doing a quick check of all of the things you’d haphazardly stuffed into one of your suitcases. Most of the time you’d just grab one of Harry’s shirts or hoodie anyway with a simple pair of jeans so although you’d pack plenty of outfits they were barely worn most of the time. You grabbed your passport and your carry on before heading downstairs and out to the waiting car.
45 minutes into the drive you pulled out your phone, calling Harry back as promised “Hey baby you on your way to the airport?” he chimed, his mood completely lifted from the previous call “Yep in the car, packed and ready to fly to you. I’m so excited H, I’m practically buzzing” you beamed, and it was true, you were entirely overjoyed by the thought of seeing him in just under 9 hours. “I can’t wait to hold you” he said, the thought of you in his arms filling him with warmth. “I’m sure the crew are excited too, mostly because I’ve been a bit mopey the last couple days and its annoying them” you giggled “Oh yeah Clare messaged me about 10 minutes ago thanking me for saving them” you teased. “They also just love you, but not as much as I love you, I hope” he joked “Hmm I don’t know, Sarah and Clare are pretty smitten with me I reckon” you responded, laughing a little. “Heyyy you’re mine, they can’t have you” he whined, you could practically see the smile on his face. “Ok well i’m at the airport, I’ll let you know when I take off ok? Love you H” you said as the car starting pulling up to international departures. “Travel safe baby, I can’t wait to see you, love you too” he said before hanging up just as the car came to a halt.
Within an hour you had boarded and gotten comfy before sending a quick text to Harry to let him know you were about to depart. 20 minutes later the plane was in the air and you were on your way to New York, more importantly you were on your way to him.
-8 and a bit hours later-
The flight was relatively smooth, you’d slept a majority of it thankfully. You’d left Heathrow at 2am so sleeping wasn’t at all difficult. You’d been woken up by the air hostess just as the plane began its descent into JFK. You watched as the ground grew closer, the skyline of NY coming into view, it was one of your favourite cities, and his too, you just loved the atmosphere of the city, it was always buzzing, things always happening, never failing to live up to its ‘city that never sleeps’ reputation.
The moment the wheels hit the ground you opened your phone, sending a text to Harry to say you’d landed before grabbing your things and disembarking the plane as fast as you could. You’d found you’d found your luggage in record time, almost sprinting to a waiting taxi and 30 minutes later you were outside the hotel.
Thankfully with it being so early there weren’t any waiting fans around, not that you minded them, you just didn’t want to stop, you just needed to find him. You walked in to find one of Harry security waiting, “How are you Mrs Styles? How was the flight?” He asked, grabbing your fairly hefty carry on from your shoulder. “I’m great thank you and the flight was easy thank goodness, not too much of a fan of turbulence I must say.” You smiled, walking towards the lifts “He’s so excited to see you, I haven’t seen him this happy in weeks” he laughed making you smile even wider. “Believe me I’m just as excited”. The lift doors opened onto the 34th floor “He’s in 34B, just here” security said, handing back your bag “Thank you, have a good night” you smiled giving a little wave as he walked towards his room. You turned back to the door, knocking ever so gently on the wood. The door swung open, your husband standing there in only a pair of boxers an open white robe. No words were exchanged, instead his lips were on yours before he engulfed you in the warmest hug “Hi baby” he rasped, god how you missed his morning voice “I missed you so much” you said, leaning back to place your lips back on his softly before deepening it. You pulled away, nuzzling your head into his chest once again, his harms wrapped tightly around you, holding you impossibly close as he finally got what he’d been craving since he left. “It’s 5 am, did you sleep at all tonight?” you whispered “Couldn’t I was too excited to see you” he replied, kissing the top of your head. You pulled away, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bed before stripping off and pulling on one of Harrys shirt’s that was strewn across the room.
Although he was definitely exhausted, Harry couldn’t help but watch as you got undressed, seeing your body for the first time in 3 months set off something and he wasn’t tired anymore. “God I missed you, so fucking much” and with that his lips were on yours again, this time hungrier and more passionate and you knew where this was going and you liked it. HIs hands were working their way down your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt before he practically ripped it from your body in one swift movement, his fingers began kneading the soft skin of your chest, his lips starting to trail sloppy kisses down your chin, then to your neck, nipping at the skin tenderly every now and then, nothing too painful but you knew there would be a mark. A soft moan escaped your lips as his lips continued to trail down your torso, his hands now making their way agonisingly slowly across your hips. He was such a tease and you loved it. He kissed below your navel, going lower and lower until he was almost where you needed him, hooking his fingers around the elastic of your underwear he slowly pulled them down your legs before discarding them somewhere behind him. “Baby please” you moaned, arching your back at his touch, hoping the begging would get him to just do it but he simply smirked and started kissing your inner thighs, only pulling away momentarily to remove his boxers. “Ready baby?” he whispered in your ear, a moan and a nod the only response you could give before his lips were back on yours as he began to thrust inside of you, quickening the pace as you both melted into each others touch. A string of moans escaped your lips, heavy breathing hitching with one particularly deep thrust. Your arms were above your head, his arms stretched on top of yours, fingers intertwined as he took full control of your body. You both started to reach your limits, the peak getting closer and closer with each movement, sweat glistening on your bodies from the pure hot passion engulfing you both. You signalled you were getting closer as you wrapped your legs around his waist, begging for him to get you there allowing him to go deeper, hitting that spot you really needed him to get. “Fuck I love you” he said as his eyes closed letting the euphoria overtake him “Harry I’m gonn-” he shushed you by putting his lips back on yours “Let go baby, I’m there too” his whispered breathlessly and with that you let go, reaching your peak, instinctively digging your nails into the taunt skin below his shoulder blades, no doubt leaving visible nail marks. He too hit his final peak, a low moan leaving his parted lips, the final thrusts becoming sloppy as you both came down from the high. His body become heavy on yours before he rolled onto his back, his hands on your waist ending with you laying on top of him. It was his favourite way to end up, he loved the post-sex glow that you had, your chest still rising and falling fairly rapidly still cooling down. You were chest to chest, legs intertwined as he pressed soft kisses to your temple, his arms wrapping themselves around your back once again holding you impossibly close. “I love you H” you whispered, lifting your head up to look into his tired yet stunningly beautiful eyes “I love you too, so much. I’m so happy you’re here” he replied, placing another kiss to your now reddened swollen lips, bringing his hand up to your cheek brushing his thumb across your soft skin as you melted into his touch once again. You shifted yourself to lay beside him, he was sleepy now, eye lids growing heavier with every blink, you just admired him for a moment, thinking about how lucky you were to be with him, Harry also doing the same, mentally pinching himself just to make sure this was in fact his life. You watched him slowly drift off to sleep, gently running your fingers through his hair, something you knew always put him to sleep, your fingers rubbing soothing circles into his scalp.
He looked so soft, warm and relaxed, and that made your heart burst. From seeing the tears roll down his cheeks just over 12 hours ago to seeing him in this moment you knew you’d made the right decision to drop everything and get on a plane. You needed it just as much as he did. You’d missed him just as much and now, in this moment, your heart was full and warm because everything was how it should be once again, you next to him, cozy, warm and happy.
Hi lovelies! Oh gosh I loved writing this one, so warm and fuzzy, I was kind of inspired a little bit by Shawn Mendes’ song Lost in Japan, which i’ve been slightly obsessed with, but I just loved the concept of going ‘fuck it’ and jumping on a plane. Also I hope you enjoyed the naughty bit, I’m not great at writing it so I hope its ok! As always let me know if there is anything you want me to write specifically! There is a link to my masterlist at the beginning! Hope you enjoy xxx
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I think that for all that idea that james, peter, remus, and sirius advertised they were the marauders is good, the idea that no one actually knew is just so much more amusing.
-they sign every one of their pranks, but no one can prove it was them, despite the fact that for the first two years, near everyone is at least a little suspicious
-mcgonagall KNOWS, damn it, but even she can’t prove it
-“remus, i know you and your friends are the marauders, if you tell me, i can lower your amount of detentions”
-second year remus lupin sips his tea, then sets it down on a platter “professor, you really think that we- *i* would do something like that? which marauder do you think i would be anyways? messer. moony? now that’s just offensive, professor, i thought better of you”
-despite their best efforts, people are still utterly suspicious
-it gets to the point that finally, third year sirius and james cook up the idea of doing their OWN pranks as themselves and not the marauders to soothe suspicions
-to peter and remus’ utter astonishment, it actually works, and no one suspects a thing from then on (save mcgonagall)
-to remus and peter’s bemusement, they get less recognition now, everyone thinks they’re “long-suffering fun killers” (-remus) though they get out of things easier now (unlike james and sirius)
-it’s the little things
-james and sirius are betrayed, hurt, disbelieving, and feel utterly discriminated against
-one time in charms remus and peter somehow manage to dye the entire class’s hair neon green
-theres no marauder mark, so james and sirius get blamed, and sirius is yelled at by flitwick, james by lily as peter and remus laugh outside the door
-james and sirius seriously consider turning themselves in just to ruin peoples’ misconceptions about peter and remus
-they actually do it themselves sixth year
-james and sirius are in the hospital wing with the flu for 1 (one) day. singular.
-in that day, remus and peter somehow start a prank war between themselves, marauders vs. the “four” of them, setting an unbroken record for most pranks in one day (remus was the marauder party, peter opposite him. apparently they both thought that with james and sirius in the hospital wing, it would be suspicious if there were no marauder pranks. this would have been believable if peter had signed his pranks and if the pair didn’t glare at each other for the next three days)
-the entire hogwarts staff was utterly distraught, and all, save dumbledore, went through the 5 stages of grief. minerva mcgonagall, while in an odd mix of denial and bargaining, attempted to convince madame pomfey that james and sirius could have escaped the hospital wing to do the pranks
-madame pomfrey gently sits her down and offers her a stress relief potion after the first hour of this
-of course james and sirius didn’t NOT deserve their reputations
-james, did, after all, mastermind Operation Transfiguration Frustration (yes, yes he did name it, and no, no one calls it that. mostly it’s just called the Transfiguration Incident of 1976), wherein all things edible transformed a person
-it turned out that james’ idea of spelling the house elves’ cookware was much more potent than expected, and it took nearly a week before the staff figured out the source
-and sirius instigated the Great Valentines Day Bloom of 1977
-the entire great hall was covered in living flowers whose pollen enchanted people into confessing to their crush
-only the marauders had the antidote
-james confessed to lily anyways
-he was slapped.
-the marauders collectively (solo pranks were rare and stopped after third year) accrued the most unanswered for detentions in hogwarts history
-it was never, ever proven that the four of them were the marauders
-only two people knew and had proof they were the marauders while they were in school: severus snape and albus dumbledore
-dumbledore because he caught them painting his office bright pink
-he offered them lemon drops and promised not to tell “as long as it’s not permanent, i don’t think minerva will talk to me in my office while it’s this color”
-snape actually caught them twice, though they only know about one
-the first was when they were mapping out the dungeons for their map. they were hopelessly lost and honestly, they could die down there, so snape ends up dropping them his own map of the dungeons
-(it is absolutely not because they dyed lucius malfoy’s hair purple. absolutely not. and definitely not because he thinks the marauders were amusing, it’s just, well, if he turned them in, they wouldn’t have time to prank in detention, would they?)
-the second is in seventh year, he catches them in slughorn’s class sabotaging all of his potions for an offhanded comment about “not completing the full black set”, like it’s something shameful
-they all freeze, but, well, slughorn refuses to acknowledge snape’s prowess in potions, despite the fact that he’s better than everyone, even slughorn himself, and well, seven years of under appreciation makes someone want a little karma, so all he does is warn them about certain volatile combinations and moves on
-they never actually tell lily straight out, but she knows (only after hogwarts, though)
-they sort-off come out when they choose their code names for the Order
-mcgonagall is steamed, but at least she can find the humor when it’s death eaters being chased by rabid bunnies
-they actually, as themselves, don’t have very many lost house points or detentions (relatively, anyways), and consider it a point of pride
-fred and george attempt to hold their detention record over sirius and remus, but remus simply responds:
-“that many detentions doesn’t make you good at pranks, just good at being caught”
-sirius adds, “and siriusly, if you get caught this much WITH the map, you’re just not cut out for being a marauder”
-a prank war ensues, that is ultimately won by remus and sirius when they prank molly weasley, something previously thought impossible
-the entire weasley family and the Order are in awe
-after the deaths of the last marauders, minerva mcgonagall, in remembrance, gives them a plaque in the hogwarts trophy room with their pseudonyms on it, making all of their records official. depending on the light and angle, some say the names change, but only those who know actually see it
-she maintains two things until her dying day:
-1) that the marauders died during the first war, but no one knew who they were, only that Prongs had a child
-2) she has lived this long in order to stave off her fate of pranks for the rest of eternity
-she does, however, fade with a smile
#marauders#james potter#peter pettigrew#remus lupin#sirius black#minerva mcgonagall#severus snape#albus dumbledore#harry potter#hp#marauders era#headcanon#al rambles
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Tragic, fascinating, bright- living for’ wild child’ Zelda Fitzgerald revisited
Two films and a Tv series out soon portray the living standards of the jazz-age scribe and wife of F Scott Fitzgerald
She is thought of as the original wild child, a pearl-twirling party girl who died at the age of 47 after a burn broke out in the North Carolina sanatorium where she was a patient. Now Zelda Fitzgerald, the southern belle made jazz-age protagonist, dubbed the first American flapper by her husband and partner-in-drink Scott, is to have her own Hollywood make-over two movies are in the pipeline and a television series will air on Amazon Prime early next year.
All three activities have starry refers fastened: Jennifer Lawrence will take the lead in Zelda , a biopic directed against Ron Howard and based on Nancy Milfords best-selling biography; Scarlett Johansson will bob her hair for The Beautiful and The Damned ; and Christina Ricci will play the young and impetuous Zelda in the Amazon series Z: The Beginning of Everything. The deed of the Tv serial comes from Scotts awestruck provide comments on fulfill Zelda: I cherish her, and thats the beginning and terminate of everything.
So what is it about Zelda that mesmerizes almost 70 years after her lamentable terminate? In part it is that the agitations the couple lived through find an resemble in our own tumultuous times.
Interest in the Fitzgeralds has definitely been on the projected increase is not simply since Baz Luhrmanns film of The Great Gatsby in 2013 but likewise from the many latitudes between their lives and cultivate and the period were living through right now, says Sarah Churchwell, generator of the critically acclaimed Careless Beings: Assassinate, Mayhem and The Invention of the Great Gatsby .
Its a narrative of thunder and failure and it resonates as we are grappling with our own boom and failure, our own worries about the costs of our plethoras and our own social outages. The lives and lucks of Scott and Zelda peculiarly simulated their periods: in the 1920 s the latter are roaring for all they were worth, but with the disintegrate in 1929, everything fell apart.
It helps, too, that Zelda was so vibrant a figure. It begins with her beauty, says Churchwell. But likewise with the fibs told in the 1920 s about the high jinks and fun she and Scott seemed to have. Parties really liked her: she was surprising, smart, shrewd, funny and desired a good defendant. She also liked to be the center of notice, and so had her detractors very. These happens combined to reach her a legend.
Scott repeatedly returned to their relationship in his story, most notably in his second novel, The Beautiful and Damned , which details the heady early days of their marriage; and his sorrowful fourth, Tender Is The Night , in which the gilded reverie has faded into a more tawdry reality. Zeldas simply novel, Save Me The Waltz , presented the relationship from her side.
They were arguably Americas first fame pairing: a carefree golden duet who wrote their behavior into the spotlight, creating their own mythology of gin-soaked periods and fun-filled darkness, merely to remain too long formerly the light-headed to begin to dim. Their recklessness moves the narration exciting and drastic, says Churchwell. But they paid a the highest price.
After a few giddy times, all the youthful predict crumbled away, leaving Scott a stunned and drunk jobbing hacker in Hollywood and introducing Zelda to breakdown at the age of 30, a diagnosis of schizophrenia , now widely thought to be a bipolar illness, and a life in and out of sanatoriums.
Her story is both fascinating and appallings, says Therese Anne Fowler, on whose novel Z the Amazon series is based. Here we have a woman whose expertises and vitality and ability should have shaped her a bright success, who was determined to be an attained master, novelist and ballet dancer in an age where married wives were supposed to be brides and moms, age. Her devotion to Scott was, in many ways, her undoing[ although] he was just as imprisoned as she was. Had they adored each other less, they are likely both have come to better ends.
The idea of Zelda as a bright girl trapped by her day has gained traction in recent years, with a number of projects re-evaluating her through the prism of feminism although it is not always the easiest of fits. As early as 1974, the couples daughter Scottie refused such assertions, writing the purpose of which is to view her mother as a classic put-down spouse, whose efforts to express her nature were thwarted by a often male chauvinist husband were no longer accurate.
Writing in the New Yorker in 2013, Molly Fischer agreed , observe: Saving Zelda Fitzgerald is no easy proposition …[ she] does not want to be anyones domesticated, and theres something embarrassing about the literary readiness to domesticate her, to change an exasperating woman into an appealing heroine.
The new cinemas may well further Hollywoodise Zelda, sanding away her rough peripheries and reinventing her as a relatable heroine for our modern times. The molding of Lawrence so often described as Americas Sweetheart in the Howard biopic is no accident.
A report about the upcoming Johansson film in the Hollywood Reporter indicated it would draw on previously unreleased substance to indicate that her husband stole his wifes thoughts as his own.
Mark Gill, chairperson of Millennium Films, the yield busines behind The Beautiful and The Damned , concurs : She was massively ahead of her time and she took a flogging for it. He embezzled her ideas and threw them in his works. The marriage was a codependency from hell with a jazz-age soundtrack. The film has, nonetheless, locked the co-operation of the Fitzgerald estate.
Fowler agrees that there is a thriving partiality to refer our own concerns to Zelda. We do anoint her as a kind of proto-feminist heroine, even though she didnt learn herself as a feminist and didnt amply replace at anything, she says. But her original reputation is based on conventional paternalistic the terms and conditions of what the status of women, father and spouse ought to be and do. Her aspirations and her insistence on prosecuting them were considered inappropriate and unhealthy; after her psychotic escape she was literally told that this insistence had created her separate memory and that the path to a dry lay in giving up all desires that didnt conform to the paternalistic ideal.
Scarlett Johansson, Jennifer Lawrence and Christina Ricci are all set to play Zelda Fitzgerald in the forthcoming makes The Beautiful and the Damned, Zelda and Z: The Beginning of Everything. Composite: Getty Images
The backlash against this image is understandable bearing in mind the fact that popular opinion of Zelda was initially driven by Ernest Hemingways notoriously corrosive descriptions in A Moveable Feast , wrote posthumously in 1964, in which he rejected her as insane and accused Scotts ripening dependence on glas on his wife.
Our perception has very much changed, says Churchwell. We have come to sympathise with her frustration, to recognise her endowments and has become still more fair-minded about her alternatives. That said, she precautions against attempts to create a Team Scott/ Team Zelda segment, as is so often the subject in famed literary partnerships. Its important to say that they always desired one another and wouldnt have appreciated people taking sides Fitzgerald wrote a few years before he died that it was a moral imperative that their friends understood the latter are a duo, a unit and would stay that style, even if her illness connote they couldnt live together.
Churchwell is also scathing about attempts to suggest Zelda had a larger role in her husbands cultivate than previously presumed. There are people who want to credit Zelda with Scotts work, which is just silly and doesnt do dames any promotes, she says. Its not a zero-sum tournament: we are in a position recognise both of them for who they were.
Zelda had numerous aptitudes, but where writing was concerned she was probably more ill when she started to sharpen her endowments, and while it is true that Scott didnt specially want her to write partly out of territoriality but partly because her doctors told him it was bad for her its likewise true-life that her work isnt in the same class as his. Her individual convicts are often lovely, and she can create a mood and has clever swerves of word but her undertakings tend to be sketches rather than full storeys. If they had constructed different picks, perhaps she could have been an important writer, but the reality is that she wasnt.
Perhaps, then, the true key to Zeldas sustained pull on our resource lies not in her operate but in her modernity. I dont want to live I want to desire first and live incidentally, she proclaimed and it is that vigor and avarice for all of lifes experiences, both both good and bad, that stretches down over the decades, earmarking each generation to see something new.
Z: The Beginning of Everything will air on Amazon Prime early next year
THEY SAID
I have rarely known the status of women who expressed herself so delightfully and freshly: she had no ready-made terms on the one handwriting and no striving for result on the other. Critic Edmund Wilson
I fell in love with her fortitude, her sincerity and her flame self-respect, and its these happens I would believe in even if countries around the world gratified in wild ideas that she wasnt all that she should be.
F Scott Fitzgerald
I did not have a single pity of insignificance, or shyness, or disbelieve, and no moral principles.
All I crave is to be very young ever and very irresponsible, and to feel that my life is my own to live and be happy and die in my own practice to delight myself.
Other people ideas of us are dependent predominantly on what theyve hoped for.
Read more: www.theguardian.com
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