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milla984 · 8 months

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A Million Reasons

Summary: after a phone call from Penelope, Reader teases Spencer about a potential love interest and things don’t go exactly as planned.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Category: fluff with a little angst

TW/CW: a little bit of angst, brief mentions of food, self-doubt, mentions of anxiety, kissing

Word Count: 1.2k

Thank you @drgenius-reid for taking the time to beta-read this!

The following work is my entry for @andiebeaword's 3,000 Follower Celebration Writing Challenge (prompt n. 12) and is also part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

Spencer scooped out of the paper cup what was left of his ice cream before he finished recounting the events leading to the arrest of the unsub the entire BAU team had been successfully tracking down in Seattle during the past few days.

“He’ll be charged with ten counts of murder, one attempted murder, and unlawful possession of multiple weapons. He’s facing ten life sentences without parole.”

“Way to go, Justice League!” you cheered, enthusiastic.

He tucked his hair behind his ear with a cute chuckle. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow so you caught a glimpse of his wristwatch reflecting the light of a lamp post standing along the edge of the walking path; from the bench you were both sitting on you could see the illuminated dome of the US Capitol rising up against the dark mid-summer sky.

Despite being within walking distance of a major street in the southwest quadrant of Washington, the park was quiet and uncrowded and the nearby gelato shop was one of Spencer’s favorites.

You took the last sip of your drink, acting very casual. “And that’s all that happened?”

He shrugged, unsure about which crucial information could have been missing from his story since he was under strict instructions not to fill you in on the most gruesome details of the cases he’d worked.

“Uhm, graphic descriptions of tortures and mutilations are not—”

“I’m talking about a certain homicide detective… the one you gave your number to…?” you explained and his jaw dropped instantly.

“What?!”

You nudged at him with your elbow. “Garcia called me from the Original Starbucks in Pike Place. I couldn’t tell if the hype was about your new admirer or being there.”

“I don't understand how this is such a big deal!” he blurted out in a high-pitched voice. “She showed an interest in what we do so I gave her my card.”

No profiling skills were required to detect his firm intention to avoid discussing the matter, yet the words came out of your mouth like a river in spate.

“Any chance it wasn’t only a professional interest?”

The way Spencer looked at you, disappointed and hurt, hit you worse than a punch in the liver.

“What’s with you, guys?! Are– are you all so invested in my personal life because you’re convinced I’m chronically unable to have one without your help?” he snapped, something you’d never seen him do.

“I’m s—” you tried to reply, even though he was still too angry to let you apologize and cut you off again.

“Or maybe it’s just that I’m no Derek Morgan, so the idea of someone noticing I exist is pathetic or funny to you?”

“Seriously?! An IQ of 187 and this is the best inference you can come up with?” you snorted, upset by the subtle insult he’d thrown at you - even if you had to admit you deserved it.

His brows furrowed. “Then why did you bring this up?”

“I didn’t mean to pry, I’m sorry. I truly am,” you admitted, “but I would never ever think that people hitting on you is pathetic, give me some credit!”

He remained silent for a while, quite aware that Penelope’s inability to keep her mouth shut generated from genuine excitement about what she perceived as good news; sharing such personal information with you meant you had been put to the test over and over and, in the end, deemed worthy of her trust.

The peaceful atmosphere around you served as an amplifier for the sound of splashing water and Spencer indicated the fountain at the center of the large, round basin in front of you with a jerk of his head.

“I read a book about the architectural history of D.C. on the way back. This piece was created for the 1876 Centennial International Exhibition in Philadelphia, the US Congress acquired it in 1877 and placed it at the base of Capitol Hill. It was dismantled in 1926, then it remained in storage until 1932 when they moved it here.”

The pedestal held three twin iron-casted sea nymphs wearing wet tunics, with their arms raised above their heads to support a shallow vasque; on top was a group of kneeling child tritons, and the base was decorated with turtle-like aquatic creatures.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled.

The fact he’d for sure started and finished said book in less than fifteen minutes was among the 999.999 entries in your list of reasons to crush over SSA Reid. And so were his three PhDs, his crooked ties, his passion for Star Wars, chess and Halloween.

“I don’t talk much about my private life. Especially outside of work,” he confessed after a pause. “A lot of times I have a hard time discussing personal issues—”

“Spencer… you know you don’t owe me an explanation, right?” you rushed to clarify.

He nodded and you did the same in response, to confirm you had no intention of pressuring him into opening up if he felt uncomfortable but were also ready to listen to anything he had to say; even in dim light, you could see the sadness veiling his beautiful hazel eyes.

“I’m sorry I overreacted. Garcia was being Garcia, with her ‘look at the world through rose-colored glasses’ scenarios. Except, in this case giving my card to a homicide detective to discuss behavioral sciences was just what it sounds like. I understand where she’s coming from, I never told her…”

Your whole body tensed up, courtesy of a rush of anxiety triggered by the possibility of him being already involved with someone he had never mentioned, not even to his closest friends; you wondered if he could hear the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Luckily for you, Spencer didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m trying to come to terms with something I’ve been feeling, for weeks now. And I’m worried, because of what happened in the past and I can’t let go of…” his voice broke a little, so he swallowed. “Deep down I’m afraid I'm not the type of person who gets to live out happily ever after.”

Refraining from hugging him on the spot and holding him close to your heart had gotten increasingly difficult lately, so you settled for a peck on his temple in a clumsy attempt at a comforting gesture.

Spencer jolted, befuddled, and for a moment you feared for the worst; you certainly didn’t expect him to lean forward to cup your face in his hands - big hands. With slender, elegant fingers he tenderly brushed over your cheeks.

You both held your breath, waiting for the distance between you to vanish until your foreheads touched and the tips of your noses rubbed together.

“... are we really doing this?!” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

You smiled. “Don’t make me wait for another six months.”

Spencer squinted, an indication he was browsing countless data and events stored in his memory; when he eventually pinpointed the exact moment you fell for him he squeaked in surprise.

“Christm—”

You pressed your palm on the nape of his neck, guiding his lips over yours for the kiss you both had been longing for.

Reason number 1.000.000: Dr. Reid had a crush on you, too.

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loving-family-poll · 6 months

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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 1

Norma and Norman Bates sculpture by artist "Rainman," titled Murderer

Propaganda under the cut:

Dante/Vergil:

The entire game is about how the power of twincest and a little gratuitous dadson/unclenephew can overcome the cycle of generational trauma

They are half-human half-demon twins who got split up when they were 8. Dante is the more normal one although he is mega depressed and doesn't like being around full human people. Vergil is kind of the evil twin although he is not that evil

They meet again when they are 19 and fight a few times and generally seem like they don't like each other (at one point Dante says "how about a kiss from your little brother" before pulling out a gun) but later on they team up and act like the brothers they once were

Vergil jumps into the demon world (and it's implied that it's a kind of suicide attempt, I think) and stops Dante from reaching for him. Dante is very emo about this and basically considers Vergil dead. He then names his devil hunting business Devil May Cry after how he cried because of Vergil

10 years later Dante comes across a brainwashed Vergil and kills him, not recognizing that it was Vergil until he is dead and gone. Dante is very emo about this

Like 10 years after this Dante comes across Vergil's accidental kid and acts like a distant enigmatic uncle toward him. Like 5 years after that, Vergil is back and splits himself in half, and when one half tells Dante that the evil demon they need to stop is Vergil's other half, Dante gets super pissed at him because he thinks he's lying and doesn't like people using Vergil's name in vain, I guess.

Eventually, both halves of Vergil recombine and he and Dante fight again but Vergil's son tells them to stop doing that and they're just like "okay".

Then a portal is opening to the demon world so someone has to go there and stop it but they'll be trapped there. Both Vergil and Dante go. Vergil tells Dante he doesn't need his help and that he can leave but Dante is like "no 🥰". We see them fighting in hell (in a friendly way) and fighting other demons together, just generally having a good time. Currently, they are still trapped there.

TLDR: Dante is very depressed when it comes to Vergil because he's lost him like 3 times and just wants Vergil to be alive and with him. At the end of the last game, Dante is super genuinely happy with Vergil in the demon world. We see less of Vergil's side of things, but he loves and hates Dante because he feels inferior to him (for mommy issue reasons). Vergil only smiles around Dante and honestly likes fighting him for fun. There's a lot more I could say but this is already so long so... They are complicated but they love each other <3

Norma/Norman:

The weirdest, most charming mother/son duo ever. Bates Motel took an interesting story and turned it into something greater, exploring Norma and Norman's relationship with sincere sympathy. Their love for each other is beautiful, but destructive; their intimacy was born out of necessity and shared pain; the world won't leave them alone. It's awful to witness. It's beautiful and heartbreaking.

i mean COME ON. Norma is constantly upset that Norman expresses interest in other women. She hid her husband from Norman because she knew Norman would throw a hissy fit over them being together (which he did)

He tried to commit murder-suicide so they could die together and when he survived he taxidermied her corpse so they could be together forever

Norman “It’s like there’s a cord between us” x Norma “Honey that’s - that’s from Jane Eyre” are everything to me. I’m barely scratching the surface in doing justice to their insanity. They mean everything to each other and I love their fucked-up codependency so dearly.

After he killed her he couldn't live without her so literally absorbed her personality and started wearing her clothes and speaking for her and carrying her corpse around and when a woman he was attracted to showed up at the hotel he killed her as his mother bc of his mother's jealousy??

#tumblr polls #tournament polls #incest poll #dante/vergil #devil may cry #norma/norman bates #psycho #bates motel #tw incest #round 1

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myths-tournaments · 7 months

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Awful Characters Round 3 (3/8)

Propaganda under the cut!

BENNY GECKO

The first thing that happens in new vegas is that benny fucking shoots your character in the face, steals your shit and leaves you in an open grave. Benny is by all accounts a bastard. He kills you, steals from you, he killed his last boss, he is the single most duplicitous man around. His gang are all about honesty- except him. He's a lying, cheating bastard. The guys who helped him catch you? He skipped on paying them and left them to get shot to death. His new boss, mr.house? He stole his robot, broke it open, got someone to reprogram it and decided to use it to TAKE OVER THE WHOLE OF VEGAS. Benny literally kills people, lies to people, steals their shit and takes charge. That's all benny does. He gets fucking CRUCIFIED if you don't help him out just because so many people fucking hate him. And yet. And yet. Benny is the single most compelling character in the whole game to me. He's just a little guy! He's just there! You can get shot in the head and come back and he goes "what in the goddamn" and then if you try and flirt with him he's like "uhhh sure? Okay?" And leaves you a polite note in the morning. He's fancy. He wears a stupid suit. He has a tiny gun with shitty bullets. He's catholic. He talks like an old timey news presenter. Literally nobody else in the entire game does that. He's got an intelligence of 3. He's my funtime boy. My silly little man. He's so funny. The antagonist in this game is a guy dressed like a tablecloth who looks at all times like a confused dog who doesn't understand what a tv is. And like. He's compelling. He robs from you, shoots you, but…. he never seems to actually wish you harm. He kills and robs and lies but like. He apologises for doing it to you. When he sees you again he doesn't attack you, he's just… confused. He tries to defuse the situation. You can convince him to talk to you, alone, with no guards and it's not that hard. If you spare his life, he doesn't go after you, like. Even if you sleep with him he doesn't take advantage of that and kill you, even if you try to. He… he just leaves. He gives you an apology. If he gets kidnapped by Caesar He just… apologizes again. He tells you his whole plan to take over the city, too. He thinks he'll die, and he wants something of him to survive. He's happy that you made it. And if you let him free, he just… leaves. He knows he's beat, he doesn't want to cause any more trouble. He walks out and leaves. The NCR will kill you if you cross them. The legion will crucify you. House? He'll blow you the fuck up. But benny, the guy who lies and cheats and schemes, he's honest. He's polite. He's… harmless. You can kill him with a single shot if you want. And he can't kill you. He doesn't kill you the first time, and he'll never really hurt you again. Benny just wanted to win. When he knows he's beat he just leaves. No lingering, no harm, he's off, off into the desert heat, and never seen again. Isn't that just insane? like have you ever known an antagonist so polite? He just leaves!! He offers you a drink!! His plan is genuinely probably the best one for the people of new vegas!!! He's. Benny is Benny.

Anyway if you want to see some REAL propaganda go to the blog letmebegaytodd and look in the #benny tag. You'll Understand < https://www.tumblr.com/letmebegaytodd/717051175751614464/in-another-life-i-wouldve-really-liked-just> <- look at this shit man

AEMOND TARGARYEN

I've seen twitter (and tumblr) users call every HotD character fans bad people (because obviously everyone who doesn't support the same side as them in the show is evil) but personally Aemond is my favorite little war criminal. He's murdered a child (his nephew(14yo)) because he stabbed his eye out when they were younger (very stable family), all of that kickstarted a full on war. He's also thought about murdering his brother to become king instead. He does have drip though (replacing his missing eye with a sapphire), and he's his mom's favorite child (aka the only one who ever has an idea what's happening). And we're not that far in the show yet but he also gets a hot witch girlfriend. (Also everyone in HotD is a bad person, just pick your favorite war criminal like the rest of us)

#awful characters tournament #tournament poll #awful characters round 3 #fallout new vegas #benny gecko #benny fnv #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen

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morally-grey-girlbosses · 9 months

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Nailgun Sue image is an artist's rendition by the runners of this tournament. The Witch image is of Vanessa Williams as The Witch on the 2002 Broadway revival of the show.

Propaganda under the cut.

Nailgun Sue:

She’s just a crazy old lady that lives in my small town of 100 people and and walks around with a nail gun and small generator and fires nails into random shit around town including random peoples homes, fences, and light posts. She has been colloquially dubbed nailgun sue. Frankly in my mind she is the definition of morally gray girlboss. She looks like the old lady from courage the cowardly dog, just trust me

The Witch:

She’s literally my dream theater role. She’s so evil and vengeful and bitter and totally owns that fact. She got baby Rapunzel from the Baker’s family and then decided to cure them with infertility too, just for shits and giggles. She genuinely tried to be a good mom to Rapunzel but it’s toxic and abusive as hell. Her view point at the end of the first act is basically, “ok, I got what I wished for, my beauty back, but I lost my daughter and my magic. I really fucked this one up didn’t I.” She’s got a weird rivalry thing going with the Baker’s ghost(?) dad that implies a whole lot more history then what we’re directly told in the story. She also alludes to a mysterious tragic backstory a couple times but we don’t get to know any of it. She’s one of the biggest supporters of the whole narrator-murder plot. She fully wants to sacrifice a child to save everybody else. At the end of Last Midnight she just kinda screams and vanishes, and it’s unclear if she got crushed, just ran away forever and never saw the group again, or fully exploded from having had enough of everybody’s shit.

#poll #tournament poll #round 1 #nailgun sue #real life #into the woods #the witch into the woods

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flowering-thought · 2 years

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Hello! I kinda came up with another OC cause women <33

If you aren't fruity like that idk if you'll like this one! But please do let me know if ya like her <3

This is set in a fantasy world apart from ours!

I'll link the picrew soon!

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and refered to with feminine words along as described as chubby/plus sized

Yandere themes, stalking, mentions of imprisonment, mentions of murder and torture

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Celtia Delphina Irene Nephyis

First Meeting + HC's

In what one could call another world, where things such as magic exist and the ability to summon a being from another world to their realm, lies an Empress with an unfortunate dilemma.

The Empress Celtia Delphina Irene Nephyis is the first woman to rule over the Nephyis Empire and a woman known to have blood on her hands. No man or woman could deny her power and once she gained the throne with her own hands, no one dared to speak against her.

After all, how could you speak against her? She fought in a war against an enemy kingdom and won! Only to be cast out by her own brother due to his greed over the throne, her lover killed by her brothers' hands in order to crush whatever hope to live that was left in her.

Unfortunately, her sorrow turned to rage instead of despair. And now she rules over an Empire that desperately needs another ruler to watch over the citizens' needs while she keeps the nobles in check.

But after the loss of her dear lover, she couldn't fathom ever loving or being intimate with anyone else. So she mulled over several books about what former Emperors did in such a situation. A few cases where they took a well-rounded citizen to help make choices over what the people needed. But another case stood out -

"Summoned from another world?" She mumbled, her eyes peeled away from her book to ring a bell, "Bring the Lord of the Tower here. I need his expertise." She commanded.

And as though history was set in stone, her former quarters when she was a princess now had runes and circles marked into the ground, part of her blood and other herbs in the center, and a young magician by her side reciting words.

A bright light flashed and for a moment Irene thought that maybe it didn't work as she felt blinded, but as her eyes blinked open and tears blinked away, she saw you.. a woman from another world with odd clothes and clearly disheveled.

You looked so lost in her eyes. You were on the ground, confused and slowly backing away from the center of the circle, tears filling your eyes.

You were a cute thing, almost like a chubby kitten who couldn't trust the world around her. Something in Irene found that she liked you. She couldn't be sure since it had been so long since she genuinely found another person decent to be around. But you looked so innocent to her. Like you haven't even seen death in the face like she has several times before.

When she snapped out of her trace you were breathing hard, panicking as you grabbed an oddly shaped rectangle out of your bag and started desperately tapping it, "Work dammit, work! Oh god, what's happening? Please don't tell me I went and got high the moment my boss fired me and now I'm having a mass delusion!" You rambled, your panic-induced state not letting you see the tall woman approach you.

Irene put a hand on your shoulder, making you freeze before you looked up, tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked into her eyes.

You, before you were whisked off to some other land, were having an absolutely rough week. Your boss had started sexually harassing you since you transferred departments and until the beginning of the week, you told him you weren't interested. And you tried to tell human resources!

Only for HR to ignore the accusation and your Boss to start to bully and isolate you until he finally fired you. That last thing you could remember was walking home. After that? It's all a blur.

And now some gorgeous woman was in front of you trying to calm you down? It's like all the stress just burst and you started sobbing, tears running down your cheeks all the while apologizing to the unknown woman while trying to dry your tears with your sleeve.

And as much as this should have weirded out Irene, she found herself sympathizing with the woman crying in front of her. She only kneeled down and took the woman in an embrace, finding you warm and comforting despite crying so harshly into her shoulder.

After you had stopped crying, Irene stood and told the maids in the room to wash you up and get you into something comfortable. She left the room to go set up her office for tea only for you to grab the sleeve of her dress after standing up, "Wait! Please! I don't understand where I am. I'll wash up or whatever after you explain what's happening!".

Irene only nodded, taking your arm around hers as a way to lead you out of the room and into the main palace, her office on the second floor just as grand as the rest of the palace. She had seen your tear-stained face light up with wonder at the sights the palace provided you with while she led you.

She found your facial expressions adorable but her face didn't show anything other than calmness.

You sat down on a chair in her office, it's surprisingly soft and more comfortable than your own desk chair. Irene sat across from you, sitting at her desk as she brought out a contract.

She let out a breath before staring right at you, preparing herself as she did before she struck a deal with someone. "I know this is quite an odd thing to happen to you as I can't imagine what you were doing before. But I and a magician have summoned you to this world in the hope to gain your help." She started, placing a contact in front of you.

She explained a bit of her dilemma, explaining that she needed someone who would listen to the citizens' needs and found that one Emperor in the past had massive success when summoning someone from another world. She also mentioned that she is the first Empress and has a hard time keeping the nobles in check. She claimed that if you didn't have the knowledge needed you could either choose to learn or go back to your world.

She was surprised to find that you accepted after looking at the contract. The contract was simply a formality and could be adjusted at any time. But it currently was heavily in your favor with a massive salary and your own office and you would get to stay in the palace you were summoned in.

You would miss your family of course, but a part of you felt like you didn't belong in your former world. And you would get to help people while living lavishly? No asshole bosses and no struggling for your next meal? You did hesitate for a moment, thinking about who you would miss, but even then you needed something new, and she mentioned going back to your world, so you would imagine if it was too harsh you could go back.

So with a black quill, you signed your name and held out your hand, "Looking forward to working with you, your majesty!".

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Celtia Delphina Irene Nephyis

Regular Headcannons

• Celtia Delphina Irene Nephyis is her full name, Celtia Delphina is the name her father gave her, and Irene is the name her mother gave her and the name she only lets people close to her call her.

• Currently Irene is 26 and was born on March 1st.

• Irene used to be quite competitive and took up the sword due to wanting to protect her weak mother. She is the firstborn of her siblings and is now the only one left in her family alive.

• In the Empire this is no slavery but there is quite a lot of gambling. Irene is quite a good gambler and made some extra coin by winning against soldiers.

• While Irene is expected to eventually marry, it does not matter the gender due to magic formed by the magicians of the tower forming a medicine for lovers of the same sex around 200 years ago in the Empire's history.

• While same-sex marriage isn't always encouraged in more harsh parts of the empire, it is allowed.

• As for Irene herself? Since the loss of her lover, she shut herself away and dove into her work.

• But slowly after she summoned you to her world she found herself growing attached.

• You're like a breath of fresh air after being caught in a burning building. You often come to her office to work on documents and the citizens have expressed their content with you. You recommended things from your own world that might help and often spoke your mind against nobles who were greedy.

• But she also saw it, the vulnerability in your eyes when you were unsure or when someone began to yell.

• And yet you tried your best every day, and on your days off you would bring Irene tea and some baked goods while in your night attire.

• She found it endearing even if it wasn't proper in her world. You were just so different!

• She could feel herself just slowly relax. A part of her felt mixed about the blossoming of feelings in her heart. How could she allow herself to care for another when she couldn't even protect her former lover from her own blood?

• It wasn't until she was up and about in her own office about two months after you were summoned that she heard the maids gossiping about you.

• They said that things started to be more lively after you arrived. That you must have been some sort of saintess to bring such ideas to improve the lives of others.

• They said you were so easy to deal with, that you treated the servants kindly and hardly complained. You weren't harsh and asked to bathe alone and dress yourself.

• You were beginning to look like a Saint in the eyes of others. And somehow Irene could understand.

• You were so kind to everyone. You knew how to stand up for yourself and you had a good grasp after two weeks of looking through complaints from the citizens.

• Irene was starting to accept the fact that her feelings were something stronger than a mere affection of a friend and partner that she worked with.

• Those feelings both scare and excite Irene and now that she is the most powerful person in the Empire, there's no chance of anyone or anything getting in her way.

Yandere Tendencies Headcannons

• The moment Irene starts to feel love for you? She can't pinpoint the exact moment, but now she won't ever let you go.

• She'll make effort to eat with you every meal of every day, occasionally spending her entire day off with you

• She has your personal maid under her thumb, telling her who's been rude or who's upset you. She has your maid tell her if anything in your demeanor has changed or if you seem discontent. Every action is reported and eventually, she'll make up a reason to keep a guard by your side-

• She's honestly the paranoid type. She's lost love before, she can't afford to lose another. She doesn't see you as her lost lover though. You two were too different and the way she loves you isn't as innocent.

• She loves you to the point she would burn the Empire down if anyone took you away from her ♡

• And if some random noble tries to make a pass at you? A little blackmail and a thinly veiled threat are enough for anything akin to love with anyone else than her is enough to be snuffed out.

• And if you get a bit too close to a servant? Well, it's better you don't-

• She already has blood on her hands, she doesn't mind getting more on them.

• And while she would prefer for you to only see good things, she doesn't attempt to hide the blood on her clothes from you.

• A part of her wants you to know that ultimately, she is the one in charge. That while she adores you, if you were to ever run she would lock you away only for her to see.

• And if you ever brought up wanting to go back to your own world? Her heart would break. She's afraid that she would have to shake that from your mind as soon as possible.

After all, you made her love again! You can't leave her now! You're hers now. There's no way she'll ever let you leave.

#soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere hcs #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #chubby reader #yandere female #yandere lesbian #.irene_nephyis_♡

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nepticmancer · 3 months

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Shout out to The True Confessions Of Charlotte Doyle by Avi.

First chapter of Witch Rose with the ship scene is based off whatever I remember from when I read it.

(Quick word to those of you only interested in this post for the just dance tag, most of this post is actually about The True Confessions Of Charlotte Doyle until the last paragraph before my sign off)

(And to those of you who want to read The True Confessions Of Charlotte Doyle, this post contains HEAVY spoilers for the book, you have been warned)

It’s still one of my favorite books, I finished it in a few days and then half my class tried to murder me because I knew whether or not one dude dies and who murdered the other guy. I love that book so much oh my goodness gosh gracious. I want to get back into writing sailors and pirates and I would be interested in learning more. So if I come out with some random project on sailors, it’s going to be because of Charlotte Doyle. I actually disliked Charlotte at the beginning for her actions but with a new mindset it’s easy to see why she did everything she did. She was a scared teenager who’s status made her a bit distrustful of the crew and Jaggery used that against her.

I also have to mention my love for the round robin. It’s a circle with names on it that sailors sign to agree on overthrowing their captain after harsh and unfair treatments. The reason for it being a circle is so that it’s unclear who’s name was put first or who is leading the rebellion.

Some other characters that I feel I gotta mention because I adore them so much.

The first mate, Mr. Hollybrass. I love him so much. When he had his verbal dispute with Jaggery resulting in his demise I was so happy. Not because he died but because he was pissed off at Jaggery for being a rash dumbass. Bro got stabbed in the back, literally. I actually did a writing from his perspective and it was so fun, my teacher liked it too. I actually had to trade my paper to get Hollybrass but it was so worth it.

Rebellion man, Mr. Cranick. I don’t have much to say really since he died early on but I still loved him so much. I know captains are meant to be harsh on crew but Cranick didn’t deserve to be beaten as badly as he was by Jaggery.

New Captain, Mr. Fisk. Once again, not much to say but I love him all the same. I’m so glad he became captain and I know he’s such a big step up from Jaggery. I believe whole heartedly he’s going to be a strict captain but I think he makes a much better captain seeing as, he’s was a member of a Seahawk crew and he’s been through it quite a bit along with his crewmates.

Mermaid lover, Ewing. He was such a nice change from the rest of the crew to me. The crewmen are all understandably a bit distrustful and cautious of Charlotte but Ewing just talking with her whilst sewing was sweet. Now, I know he can still be distrustful of her but it was still a sweet scene.

Main character, Charlotte. Ok, I wasn’t going to do a review on her but, she’s got a very powerful arc. Her story is about a young girl finding freedom and taking her life into her own hands and making her own choices and I love her for that. She was so dislikable at times but I would’ve made the same choices as her. Her defending Zachariah from the whip after not trusting him for so long and then hurting Jaggery instead, even by accident. I applaud her. When she couldn’t turn to Jaggery anymore she turned to the crew who hated her just as much but still gave her a chance. She climbed the rat lines to prove she was sorry and genuine about her wanting to be a crew member. She’s so dedicated and I really admire her character for that. And the end when she tried to befriend her servant and then ran away from her house right back to the place that truly felt like home made me so happy.

And how could anyone forget Zachariah? Honestly, he was not the character I was expecting when my teacher first mentioned him but he is a great character. Him protecting and defending Charlotte? Kind of a fatherly move if you ask me. He made Charlotte a captain after Jaggery died and did most of the work. And his reunion with her was sweet. And let me mention that dagger, that was most likely his only weapon and he wanted Charlotte to use it to protect herself. He saved her too when she nearly fell in the storm. e how he puts her over himself so much and

Everything in the book was so worth while, a great read. I’m so glad to have read this book and have it help me write not only the storm scene in Witch Rose but also some short stories and I even wrote a short sequel that while unfinished was still so fun. It really helped me figure out what books I had an interest in, I would love to write more on sailors and maybe even involve those themes in Just Dance fics as well. I hope you didn’t mind my rambling on this book that I haven’t read in a year.

Much love,

Neptic Mancer<3

#just dance 2023 #jack rose jd #just dance #witch rose #The true confessions of Charlotte Doyl

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gaygryffindorgal · 5 months

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A Christmas Prince; The Royal Wedding

Chapter 3: The Princess and the Ogre

Summary: Royal protocol threatens to dictate everything about Dawn and Quincey's wedding. Olympia's charity play faces obstacles.

Words: 3k

Characters:

Dawn Harvelle and Evander Alderly @potionboy3

Quincey and Olympia Alderly, Tess Brandon

Gaia Alden by @cursed-herbalist

Also featuring:

Pandora Lovelace & Nymeria Lee by @gcldensnitch, Jimmy Crouch, Maxim Raeburn, Rosa Yaxley & Evan Harvelle by @potionboy3, Rocky Weasley by @magicallymalted

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Chapter 3: The Princess and the Ogre

“Your Majesties, Your Highness,” said Evander. He had a distinct look of dishevelment about him that Dawn had not expected to see.

Quincey’s personal security guard had already stepped in, ready to escort Evander out of the premises.

“It’s alright, Mr. Flitwick,” said Quincey. “He appears to be in no shape to do us any further harm.”

“Queen Isabella,” said Evander. “Merry Christmas.”

“What is it you want, Evander?” asked the queen.

“I know I deserve to be met with such hostility,” Evander continued. Dawn’s dad and Tess had made their way next to Dawn, as if to serve as his personal guard. Dawn thought it was kind of cute. Tess whispered: “Is this the bloke who…”

“Who tried to steal Quincey’s crown? Yes,” Dawn whispered back.

“Frankly, I’m amazed to see your face here, cousin,” said Quincey.

“After the… unfortunate incident last Christmas, I lost almost everything I had,” Evander explained.

“Just desserts!” Olympia chimed in.

“I don't expect you to forgive me,” said Evander. “But I wanted to say I'm sorry, and Merry Christmas…”

The entire family was looking at Evander in something of a shock. This was the last thing Dawn had expected and he was willing to bet it had not crossed the minds of anyone else in the room, either.

“And congratulations,” finished Evander, looking at Dawn and Quincey now with an expression that could almost be described as genuine. “To you both.”

He turned to leave, and Quincey stepped forward. “Wait.”

Evander stopped in his tracks, turning back to face the king. Quincey sighed and said: “I don't know how you'll ever regain our trust. But we're still family. And it's Christmas.”

Olympia looked like she was about to punch some sense into her brother. Dawn exchanged looks with his dad and aunt.

“He may stay,” Quincey told the head of security and Evander looked seemingly relieved.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Olympia might actually murder you.”

Evander looked at Olympia who scowled. It seemed forgiveness didn’t come to her as easily as her brother, though Dawn wasn’t sure where all this goodwill on Quincey’s part was coming from.

Queen Isabella exchanged a few words with his wayward nephew, who then hovered awkwardly near the tree but didn’t touch any of the decorations. A passing waiter gave him a mug of steaming hot glühwein. Dawn decided to go over and see what he was really up to.

“Count Evander,” he said as he approached.

“Mr. Harvelle,” he replied. “Or Your Highness, soon enough.”

“What brought you to us on this… fine December evening?” Dawn asked.

“I knew you would all be together, and I thought: what better time to make my apologies?”

“I guess,” said Dawn, squinting his eyes.

“I know you don’t like me or trust me, but I’m not here to cause any trouble,” said Evander. “I’m just trying to make things right between me and my family.”

“It’s my family too, now, so if you try any shit–,” started Dawn but Evander stopped him on his tracks: “I won’t. I don’t want to go against you and my dear cousins ever again. The first round was quite humiliating enough.”

Dawn was a little pleased to hear it but hoped it wasn’t too obvious. “Quincey’s right, Olympia might actually kill you.”

“Yes, I imagine obtaining her forgiveness might be a little too optimistic.”

As the evening went on and the tree began to look sufficiently decorated, Evander had gained enough ground to sit on one of the couches and talk about his past year. He and his mother Amelia had a falling out and that had resulted in her cutting off all the money. It must have been a blow, but Dawn found it hard to sympathize with a count when it came to these things.

“So, what did you do?” asked Tess.

“Well, I moved to a more… modest housing arrangement,” Evander explained. “Oh, and I sold my car, that one was… difficult.”

Dawn rolled his eyes, but Tess chuckled and said: “It must have been.”

Evan sat next to Dawn and said under his breath: “Should we be worried about that one?”

“I’m always worried about Evander,” Dawn replied.

“Maybe I should kick his ass?”

Dawn laughed quietly. “Oh my god, dad.”

“I would probably lose.”

“No, you’d totally win.”

“Win what?” asked Quincey, walking up to them.

“Fist fight against Evie,” Dawn explained.

Quincey seemed to think about it for a while and then said: “You would definitely win.”

Evan grinned and Dawn smiled but then his expression turned more serious, and he asked: “Why did you let him stay?”

Quincey shrugged. “I think everyone deserves a second chance.”

Everything went mostly without an incident although Olympia did throw a glass bauble at Evander when he dared to laugh at Tess's joke too merrily in her presence. Dawn thought it was funny, but the queen informed them all that the bauble had been a gift from the American ambassador and now he would wonder why it doesn’t feature in any of the royal photographs.

Back in his bridal suite™️, Dawn exchanged a few messages with his friends back home. Well, back in Bristol since this was home now. It was late, too late, with Dawn’s early morning looming threateningly in the horizon.

the bristol squad; panda: wait cunt evander is back?? panda: NO panda: COUNT panda: autofill1!!! maxim: oh my god rocky: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 dawn: where’s the lie panda: it was a typo nym: no it wasn’t jimmy: it was a freudian slip

Just when Dawn was putting his phone away, he heard a knock on his door. He crept out of bed, wondering whether it was Evander, come to assassinate him. Suddenly it made perfect sense why he had come back, acting all humble and apologetic. He certainly had some devious plan to kill Dawn and get the throne. Just in case, Dawn picked up a decorative candelabra on his way to the door. When he opened and was instead faced with Quincey, dressed in his pajamas and a fancy dressing gown, he hid the makeshift weapon behind his back and smiled.

“Quince!”

“What were you going to do with that?” the king asked, half puzzled half amused.

“Defend myself, of course, your palace security is lax, I know that from experience.”

“Dear lord…” said Quincey and grabbed Dawn’s face, kissing him. Dawn pulled him into the room and maneuvered the door shut. Quincey took the candelabra from him and deposited it on a nearby side table.

“Jesus, you could have killed someone with that,” he said.

“That was the idea, although I was expecting it to be Evander.”

“Why would Evander come to your rooms at this hour?” Quincey inquired. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“To kill me, of course.”

Quincey laughed. “Of course.”

“Are you allowed to be here?” asked Dawn.

“Well, no, technically not.”

“Ooh, naughty,” Dawn teased.

“But I wanted to see you,” said Quincey with a soft smile.

Dawn, not immune to Quincey’s smile, kissed him and pulled him to bed.

The next morning, Dawn was dressed to the nines in the custom made Alderlian wedding outfit insisted upon by the queen. He felt like a complete fraud.

“It’s magnificent,” said Pince.

Rosa was frowning but remained silent.

“I can’t wear this,” said Dawn. He couldn’t even name all the different items of clothing involved.

“You must,” said Rosa. “It’s a symbol of Alderlian continuity.”

“No, it isn’t,” argued Dawn. “I want to talk to Quincey.”

“The king is busy, at the moment,” said Pince. “But I’ll make sure to note down that you want a word with him.”

“He’s going to be my husband and I need to schedule a meeting with him?” Dawn asked. He tried his best to remain calm, but this was all getting ridiculous. He wondered what Quincey was going to wear for the ceremony.

“Help me get this thing off, I need a break,” said Dawn and Rosa rushed to help him remove the outfit. None of it felt right.

The kitchens were empty, since it was some time until lunch, but breakfast had long since been served. Tess set a big, steaming cup of tea in front of Dawn and sat opposite to him.

“You’re my hero,” Dawn said.

Tess gave him a smile. “This is all a bit…”

“Much,” finished Dawn and Tess nodded, sagely.

“Have you settled in?” Dawn asked.

“It’s definitely been interesting to spend so much time with Evan, of all people.”

“Are you getting along?”

“Sure, I always liked him,” said Tess.

“That’s a relief,” said Dawn. “I didn’t realize they wouldn’t let me drag you two everywhere with me.”

“We’ll be fine,” Tess reassured him. “I’m just a little worried about you, though.”

Dawn sipped his tea carefully, as to not burn his tongue. “I feel like it's not my wedding. All this pomp and circumstance. It's like, at this point, I'm almost dreading the big day.”

“Marrying into royalty, of course there’s always going be parts of your life that won’t be just your own, but I think there’s a reason why the king fell in love with you, and it wasn’t your complete adherence to rules and protocol,” said Tess.

“Honestly, Tess, I didn’t think I would ever get married, much less married like… well all this,” Dawn said, motioning around vaguely to everything around him. “But shouldn’t it be about… royalty or not, about being with the person I love, with... with all the people that I love there with me?”

“When did you get so wise?” asked Tess.

“I was always wise, you just refused to see it because you were bitter that I put glue in your hair,” said Dawn.

“That’s very true.”

Dawn took a deep breath. “Christmas without mum is always going to be hard. But getting married without her being there…”

“I know,” said Tess. “I always think about her when something big happens in my life. Like when I graduated or when I launched a new tea line.”

“I guess we're both feeling that, huh?”

“I miss her every day,” Tess said.

“Me too.”

“Which reminds me,” said Tess and dug something out of her pocket. “I was supposed to give this to you as part of your wedding gift, but I figured you might need something to watch your back before the big day.”

Tess took Dawn’s hand and put a necklace on his palm. It was clear quartz with a fine leather cord. Dawn remembered seeing it on Tess many times. Dawn’s mum had given it to Tess as a present when she started high school, to bring her luck, and Tess had worn it throughout the years, up until university and beyond.

“I can’t take this,” he said, immediately.

“Yes, you can,” said Tess, and closed Dawn’s fist around the necklace.

“It’s yours.”

“You need it more than me,” said Tess. “I don’t have any big, life altering events in my horizon.”

“Tess…”

“Your mum would want you to have it. I know she would.”

Dawn sighed.

“I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Then…” Dawn started. “Thank you.”

He pulled the necklace over his head and maybe it was in his head, but it did bring him comfort. It made him feel like everything was going to be alright.

“She’d be proud of you, you know,” said Tess.

“Would she?”

“Yes. So proud.”’

On the car ride to Olympia’s dress rehearsal, Dawn got a rundown of The Tale of Princess Froon.

“It’s a folktale,” Olympia explained to Dawn, Evan, and Tess, but mostly Evan. “The original is much more brutal than the version told to children. Kind of like Grimm’s fairytales. A fair maiden who granted Santa Claus his magical powers, sounds wholesome, no?”

“Very,” said Evan.

“Princess Froon was coveted for her ability to grant magical powers. One day she was captured by a big, hairy ogre named Grundel…”

“Like Shrek!” said Dawn.

“No, nothing like Shrek. Grundel traps Princess Froon inside a castle made of ice…”

“Like Frozen?” Dawn tried again.

“Not at all like Frozen, Dawn, shut up. Grundel was going to eat her for breakfast, when his pet turtle…”

“Turtle?” asked Dawn. He couldn’t resist.

“Yes. His turtle found a little baby in the woods. And when he brings the baby to the castle, she cares for it and nurses it back to health. Her kindness melts the ogre's heart, and he falls in love with her.”

“The end?” asked Dawn and Olympia threw a piece of confectionery at him.

“No,” she continued. “The ogre sets the princess free, so then she turns the baby into Santa Claus. And she kisses the ogre to say goodbye and thank you, and he turns into a dashing knight in shining armor. The end.”

“And it's all true?” asked Evan.

“Obviously.”

“Fair enough,” Dawn said.

“Honestly, it’s not any less mad than strange women lying in ponds distributing swords as a basis for a system of government…,” mused Evan.

“Who's playing the ogre slash knight in shining armor?” asked Dawn.

“Just the reason for my mother’s ire,” said Olympia. “Her name’s Gaia Alden, the daughter of baron Alden.”

“Oh,” said Dawn. Suddenly it made much more sense why Isabella was so against her daughter taking part in this play.

The thing about Olympia’s play was that it was completely put together by amateurs on as low a budget as possible. The entire idea was to collect money for the orphanages of Alderly so the children could have a nice Christmas, complete with a heap of presents. The participation of so many members of the nobility itself had garnered quite a high society crowd. It was all in good fun, for a good cause. Olympia had told Dawn that they’d pretty much done everything themselves from sets to costumes.

“Why must you trap me here, Grundle?” Olympia spoke her line. Dawn was no actor, but he found the princess’s portrayal to be believable enough.

“Your fair beauty hurts my eyes,” said Gaia Alden, donned in the mask of the fearsome ogre. “But that is not why I trap you here. I trap you here because I want your magic!”

“You cannot force me to use it. I must believe in my heart!”

“Then I shall eat you. And your magic shall seep into my flesh and stones!”

There was a brief pause in the action and Dawn, from his front row seat, could see everyone racking their brains for how to handle this.

“I think it's ‘bones’,” Olympia whispered.

“That's what I said, isn't it?” asked Gaia. As an audience member, Dawn would have bought stones hook, line, and sinker. Maybe Grundel was a stone troll.

“Never mind. Let's move on to scene 12.”

“Right, yes,” Gaia said, clearing her throat. She motioned to her prompter and had a brief discussion with him. Just as the director was about to call action, everything went dark. For a minute, Dawn suspected a blackout but then his phone buzzed. It was Quincey calling.

“Hey,” he replied.

“Dawn,” Quincey said. “The unions are calling for a general strike. Are you still at the theater?”

“Yeah, we’re here,” said Dawn, keeping an eye on Olympia, who was frantically discussing with Gaia and some others of her theatrical troupe.

“The theater workers are also going on strike, in solidarity,” said Quincey. “I’m afraid the performance is cancelled.”

“What? Does O know?”

“I have to go,” said Quincey. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Quincey hung up and Dawn was left staring at his phone, flabbergasted.

“O!” he called out, climbing up on the stage. “What’s going on?”

“I wish I knew,” said Olympia.

“It looks like the play is cancelled, Your Highness,” said Gaia, going through her phone, probably looking at news.

“Maybe they’ll get everything figured out before–,” Dawn started.

“The premiere’s tomorrow,” said Olympia. Dawn decided not to question why he hadn’t been made aware of this, same as many other things going on in Alderly.

“I’m sorry, Olympia,” said Gaia. “You made a brilliant Princess Froon.”

“Fuck,” said Olympia.

“C’mon, O,” said Dawn. “It’s going to be alright.”

“People are going to want their tickets refunded,” Olympia said. “But we used most of the money already. On the kids.”

Dawn put a hand on Olympia’s shoulder. “We’ll figure this out. Come on, we have to go before your security detail thinks Miss Alden and I kidnapped you.”

“That would be bad,” said Gaia.

“Alright,” Olympia sighed, and they headed out of the theater hall.

“Merry Christmas, your highnesses,” said Gaia once they were outside. “For what it’s worth, I'm sorry we won’t be able to do the play. It was fun.”

Olympia smiled. “You made a brilliant ogre, Gaia,” she said.

“Thanks…?”

“And an even better knight in shining armor,” the princess added, taking both of Gaia’s hands in hers and leaning in to kiss her cheek. Something about the gesture made Dawn avert his eyes. Gaia left in her own car and Dawn and Olympia entered theirs.

“Fucking hell,” Olympia said.

“Can the crown pay the refunds?” asked Dawn.

“Not easily.”

“Well… shit.”

“Mother did tell me not to do this,” Olympia said, leaning her head back against the leather seat.

Dawn thought about all the hard work Olympia had put into making this play happen and an idea began to formulate in his mind. “Most of your crew is just your friends and peers, right?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“What if we did the play at the palace?” Dawn suggested.

“What?”

“What if we just cleared room and put up a stage for the play so then you wouldn’t have to refund?”

Olympia seemed to think about it for a moment. Eventually, she said: “It could work.”

“Yeah?”

“I think it might. Oh my god, I’m texting the idea to the guys right now,” she said and took out her phone, starting to type. Dawn grinned. Maybe the Christmas play could still be saved, but then there was still the country.

tag list: @lifeofkaze, @gcldensnitch, @endlessly-cursed, @cursed-herbalist, @magicallymalted

(ask if you want to be included or removed)

#flirting 101 with olympia: you make a brilliant ogre!#fic: the royal wedding #a christmas prince au #dawn harvelle #quincey alderly #dawncey #olympia alderly #gaia alden #did these two have a ship name..?#anyway i can't believe the first thing i write including them is this mess lol #this is not how strikes work in the real world!! but hey #*my writing #dawn and friends' group chat is something i wanna read through so desperately #jimmy continues to be an unintentional comedic king and i love him for that

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sunset-bridge · 1 year

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The part where u said u'd be dying in a corner hit, dude (referencing OCD Goro post).

You got any other headcannons for him that you wanna tell the class?? (I mean this genuinely; I am curious)

THANK YOUUU !!!!

yes yes yes. ok wait..

i think he has freckles but he covers them up for tv and any public apperances. in third sem he doesnt give a shit anymore

i think he really likes disgustingly sweet things... the more sugar the better..!!

this is more a design headcanon thing to how i draw him but to me he has a round-ish face. nothing against people that draw him with like a long-ish face, but seeing his portrait sprites ingame i was always like. hehe round boy.... cute fluffy cheeks

on that note. i think hes built like a beanpole lol.. hes tall and lanky but muscular..? like not very visibly so. visibly he looks like a lamp post but he packs a surprising punch. he does NOT have much resistance though.. like a glass canon. hits like a truck but you sneeze on him and he crumples (this is true) (exaggeration. he has good endurance in a fight but every hit hurts him pretty bad. i hope you get what i mean.)

final design note.. i think he has stupidly long eyelashes . i suppose hes fine with them because they make it easier to appeal to the Public but sometimes he probably does wish he had shorter eyelashes.

when you catch him offguard he'll revert to Pleasant Boy Eyes tm for like a split second.

i don't think he likes physical affection very much. hes just not used to it and he finds it overwhelming. like. you know how cats get overstimulated when you pet them and they bite your hand. yes exactly like that. i think if you tried to hug him or something his mind just goes ??¡!!"?¡¡??¡¡?)(%&$%&&/ DAMNNATION!!!! and tries to murder you because apparently thats the only response possible.

i think his genuine laugh is this really cute-ugly ass laugh that only sergio enjoys. like this dog-bark ass laugh. evil laugh mfer!!!

when he was princekechi he opened his mouth way too wide whenever he spoke. i dont think this is how he naturally emotes when he talks; i think this was part of the act. very punchable

theater kid dramatic cunt disease terminal. this was true

well everyone knows this but he fights like a rabid animal. he bites people and scratches them with his horrible claws. bad animal.

i think he got a badass scar from after shido's palace fight with sergio. i should draw that sometime. i need to elaborate on this. ok if any of you know beastars, there was this time the wolf guy legoshi and his tiger buddy were having an argument ON STAGE that was very much not part of the show. anyways the tiger proceeded to "hug" legoshi to calm him down but he actually gored the fuck out of his back with his claws. something like that.

i am an Akechi last name believer. i think it was his mom's last name!

wait most important serious very REAL headcanon. he collects every form of hepatitis like baseball cards

ok those are at the top of my head :3c hope u enjoy

#weee #headcanons #thanks friend #p5 #goro akechi #p5 spoilers #persona 5 spoilers #ask #tuhtea

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I Swear I’ll Never Leave Again | W.JH

Part Five - “Do I have murder vibes?”

Author’s note: this update took longer than the others whoops

Word count: 1.1k (ish)

Content/genre: nonidol jun, jun x reader, lisa (blackpink) is bestie goals, fluff, heavy angst, office romance

Trigger/content warnings: swearing, mentions of domestic abuse (jeonghan is the abuser, so sorry jeonghan, i love you, i swear🥲), let me know if there’s any i missed

Taglist: open

@fairygirl18 @seyoungparkk

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You opened your eyes and just caught Junhui looking away from you. It was darker than you had expected and he had put a lamp on instead of the ceiling light.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t know if I should wake you,” he spoke softly.

“What time is it?” Your voice a little croaky from sleep and you never did get round to drinking that smoothie.

“9:30,” if you didn’t know any better you’d say he looked a little anxious.

“I should probably get home, thanks for everything, sorry I didn’t get any work done today.”

Junhui hesitated. He looked like he wanted to say something but he just stood there looking uncomfortable while you stood up to gather your things.

“I think…”

“Hmm?”

“I think, maybe you should stay… if you want, if you’d feel comfortable… you don’t have to. It’s just your car is still at work and you went through a lot last night and you’ve been so tired. Anyway, you don’t have to it was just…”

“I’ll stay.”

“You will?” He breathed.

You nodded. “It’s late.” There was so much more you wanted to say but you couldn’t find the words. It used to feel like you didn’t need to speak when you were with Junhui, like you could read one another’s minds but now after so many years, it was different. Or at least it seemed it.

“I’m sure you’re not tired,” he chuckles, “do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Ah, I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” he winked and you involuntarily giggled. A blush rose to his cheeks and you suppressed a smile. How is he hot AND cute? He should be studied.

“Speaking of that, I should probably text Lisa and tell her I’m not dead.” He laughed and gestured for you to do just that.

You had turned your phone off when you got into Junhui’s car. Mostly just because you were so exhausted even your phone buzzing felt too loud. It came back to life and you had ten messages from Lisa.

Hey are you coming back?

Hello?

I’ll take that as a no?

Did you at least get home okay?

Helloooooo

Are you ignoring me?

LN YN

You’re making me worried

If you don’t reply by 10pm I’m calling the boss

I hope he didnt murder you because that wouldn’t help then…

You scoffed and Junhui raised a questioning eyebrow, you showed him the texts and he laughed.

“Do I have murder vibes?” Junhui donned his best scary face and you completely lost it.

“You couldn’t be scary if you tried!”

“I think you’ll find I could!”

“Unless being adorable starts becoming lethal I think you’re overestimating yourself.”

“Hey, I am n- … wait a minute”

“What?” You nervously put your hands in your sleeves.

“Well, now who’s adorable?” He smirked, gaze focused on your sweater paws.

“I’ve always been adorable.”

“Oh, so I haven’t?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“This isn’t putting a film on, is it?”

“I guess not, what do you want to watch?”

“Mmm, something where I don’t have to think.” Junhui paused for a moment trying to think of something you would like.

“Oh, I have just the thing! It’s not technically a film though, is that okay?”

“I don’t think it matters, we’ll probably end up talking through it anyway,” you smiled and noticed that you had smiled around Junhui today more than you have genuinely smiled in the past year with Jeonghan. While you were thinking Junhui had already turned on the tv and found what he was looking for. “You’re insane.”

“Thank you.” You both laughed as the title sequence for Ancient Aliens was displayed on the screen. When the laughter faded you couldn’t help but suddenly be aware of how much distance was between you and Junhui… and how much you wanted him to close that distance. Everything inside of you was screaming for him to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay because you were his now, employee or not but clearly he couldn’t read your mind like the old days or if he could he had a different opinion because neither of you moved. In fact you were both sat up so straight it was borderline comical.

“Junhui?”

“Mhmm?” He replied, not looking away from the tv.

“When we were younger…” This caught his attention and he pulled his eyes from the screen and towards yours. You took this as a sign to continue. “Before you left, I was going to tell you something and I never got the chance. Things a different now and a lot of time has passed so I don’t know why I’m bringing up but I don’t know…”

“Hey,” he moved closer to you so he could place a hand on your anxiously bouncing knee, “you can tell me anything. Always.”

“You know how we were supposed to meet up that day?”

“But I never came.”

“Right but you never came. I’d asked you to meet me because I wanted to tell you something.” You looked down at the sofa, there was no way you could tell him this while making eye contact. He gave you a light reassuring squeeze on the knee. You took a shaky breath. “I asked you to meet me so I could tell you that I thought I was falling in love with you.”

“And how do you feel towards me now?”

“I mean I’ve not seen you in like a decade so like differently but there’s still, you know.”

“I know.” He tilts your head up gently by your chin. “I loved you too. It’s why I couldn’t bare to tell you about my family.

“Shit!”

“What?” The nervous look on Junhui’s face said it all.

“Oh, no not that I’m sorry, I forgot to text Lisa back!”

“I’m humbly requesting that you never do that on the middle of a serious conversation again.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry, I’m just gonna reply or I’ll keep forgetting, you’re very distracting.”

“I’ll let you off,” he smirked jokingly.

Sorry!! Long story, will fill you in tomorrow x

You put your phone back down.

“Now that’s out the way. I have a question.”

“Hit me.”

“Never.”

“You knew what I meant,” you sighed.

“Can I hold you?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

#wen junhui #junhui x reader #jun x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #jun angst #jun fluff

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fentyjjk · 11 months

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| pairing namjoon x reader x jungkook

| genre angst, cheating

| warnings cheating, mentions of smut, mentions of substance abuse, implied threats of murder, jungkookdeservesbetter, kindagivingwattpadbutiwrotethisat3amSPAREME, unedited, (you do this irl your a pos)

| synopsis an affair with your husband's best friend leads to a messy confession on your wedding day. it all goes downhill from there.

| read me this is 1/2 parts (and unedited)

The fabric delicately layered your body contrasting the demanding stare Namjoon was sending your way. He wanted you to reciprocate it so badly. A small glance would reassure him that even after you say “I do” and spend a beautiful two weeks in Cabo fucking your then husband all over your luxurious suite you’re still his.You’ll still crave him hopefully as badly as he does you. Your water works are fake Namjoon thinks, when a tear slipped from your eyes as Jungkook read his vows you dotted under your waterline and then began full on crying as Jungkook gave the most mundane promise to love and protect you as long as he lived. You recite your vows as well, more or less the same as Jungkook’s with different wording.

And then you said it. “I do.” And for Namjoon at least it sunk in, he’d no longer be hooking up with his best friend's girlfriend turned fiance, but his wife. The meaning behind that added label made him feel uneasy. It wasn’t like he hadn't tried to put you off from going through with the wedding, even a few months ago when you quietly called him inside your shared bathroom asking him what to do since Jungkook had proposed. He was dumbfounded hearing you cry over the phone, but one thing's for certain he had to do his absolute best to prevent the wedding. But as he watched Jungkook dip and kiss you his heart swelled with guilt because he knew even after Jungkook married you, he’d still want you.

“Let's give a round of applause for the lovely bride!” The “host” of the wedding was Jungkook’s mother, a retired wedding planner who was knowledgeable on how to make her one and only son's wedding day one to remember. The entire thing was beautiful gold and white decorations filled the church, the hall, and the ceremony room; the chandelier hung high and bright. Even the fucking cake looked expensive. And despite the luxurious finger foods Mrs.Jeon had carefully picked out the alcohol was particularly inviting to Namjoon.

He couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. You looked so genuinely happy with Jungkook; smiling, kissing him, staring at your ring with that longing look on your face when Jungkook wasn’t present. Not to mention you had been avoiding Namjoon since the proposal. You hooked up sparsely leading up to the wedding but the last few weeks you’d all but ghosted him. You couldn’t feel guilty now, not after everything with Namjoon. He didn’t want to accept any sort of truth that you may very well have thought of him as just a good hookup. No, you told him you loved him, granted it was after you’d both snorted a shit load of cocaine and some drinks, it had to mean something, right?

“Now we will have our best man's speech.” The spotlight shined down on Namjoon as he messily wiped the beer from his lips walking towards the stage. All eyes on him. Ms.Jeon, ever the perfectionist, had insisted on everyone getting “mic'd up” as she dubbed it instead of using facial microphones so the speeches could have more emotion. As he got on stage he turned towards the right. To anyone else, he's directing his speech to the lovely couple, but no, he needs to see you. He saw you walk down the aisle, he was at dress rehearsals where you ignored him, but he hasn’t been able to see you glow like this before. Even post orgasm when you glow the most and smile at him until his heart is ready to jump out of his chest, you’ve never looked like that. The white dress compliments your dark skin beautifully, the silver jewelry naturally complimenting your undertones, your hair that he would pull after you’d just got straightened now loosely pulled into a bun with two curly strands framing your beautiful face. You looked stunning.

For some reason Namjoon began to feel jealousy creeping up on him. He’d never fancied the idea of marriage, or kids like you and Jungkook did. All that traditional shit wasn’t for him as he’d say and he made that clear to you, but now as he gazes at Jungkook next to you holding your hand in his, his mood turns sour. It isn’t long before Ms.Jeon coughs signaling for him to begin, smiling at the waiting guests whilst glancing at Namjoon expecting his speech.

However it never comes, instead tears fill his eyes. Not once since he’d gotten on stage had you looked at him. He should’ve expected this avoidant behavior; it's all he’s been getting recently, but now it makes his heart clench in agony. Then, he sniffles and you look up, hearing the action

over the speakers. He’s already looking at you, you knew he would be, his eyes haven’t left you since your mother handed you off to Jungkook. If Jungkook wasn’t so God awfully clueless, he probably would’ve picked up by now that you’ve been stepping out on him with Namjoon for the past three years.

The first hookup was unintentional. You and Jungkook had only been dating for two weeks and he had yet to introduce you to his closest mates and oddly enough you two weren’t in the honeymoon phase. You argued a lot. One thing led to another and you ended up at a bar downtown in Seoul while Jungkook blew up your phone demanding you come back to “figure our shit out” as he’d lightly put it in text. Loyalty wasn’t on your mind when you saw Namjoon at the bar. Nor when he brought you a drink and fucked you in the parking lot, or when he took you back to a hotel. Ironically enough he’d told you the reason he couldn’t go back to his dorm was because his roommate (unbeknownst to you Jungkook) had requested he’d not come home until he resolved the argument between him and his girlfriend. That first night together was unbelievably passionate. The way he cared for you and made you feel comfortable whilst simultaneously pounding you down into the mattress is what got you hooked on him.

And that would've been the end of it had you not gone to Jungkook’s dorm a few days later only to discover your quick little hookup was his roommate and even worse his closest friend. Your world came crashing down when he’d introduced you two and you had to pretend you didn’t know the man as if you hadn’t spent five long hours doing anything and everything to each other in a random hotel room. A moment alone with Namjoon when Jungkook left to get you both food you agreed it couldn’t happen again.

Unfortunately for the both of you, the tension between you was palatable and soon you found yourself going to their shared dorm for Namjoon. When Jungkook would pop up unexpectedly you’d tell him you came to surprise him. Things got a little harder to keep under wraps when he came home drunk after a night out with his frat while you were riding Namjoon, but it was dark and Namjoon covered you immediately. After that incident he’d made the commute to your place whenever he needed you, which was often, but you didn’t mind. Besides the amazing sex, Namjoon and you had a lot in common. It was always enjoyable to talk to him post-sex, he was great company. The thought of what a relationship would be like with him crossed your mind often, but that’d be difficult to explain to Jungkook without ruining their friendship.

So you settled for keeping things in the dark with Namjoon, having him like this was wrong and unfair to Jungkook who didn’t deserve it, but you needed Namjoon too. It wasn’t right to compare the men, but Namjoon was a year older and it showed in the way he made love to you, it wasn’t just sex to you more often than not he was loving your body, which was dangerous. Making love is easily tangled with “feelings” and you couldn’t leave Jungkook. You could tell that Namjoon was getting needy for you to do so even if he wouldn’t say it out loud, he’d gazed at you as you redressed as if you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen..

And then you ruined it.

Namjoon and you also shared a love of hardcore drugs, you weren’t addicts per say, but when presented with cocaine for getting your degree you couldn’t opt out. Then you two fucked like routine, and you said you love him. And he reciprocated that sentiment. For you at least that’s where things went downhill. The mess of emotions you felt paired with the rather intimate sex you two had after the cocaine induced confessions didn’t help your mind feel any better when the very next day Jungkook fucking proposed to you.

This is why you can’t look at Namjoon. Earlier when you promised Jungkook you loved him in front of friends and family your mind was anywhere but on him, it was on his best man, his best friend, Namjoon. You keep thinking about how wrong the whole thing was, when he kissed you, how you’d wished it was Namjoon instead. And when you cried it wasn’t because Jungkook was pouring his heart out to you it was because guilt and anguish was eating away at you. You’d married a guy you hadn’t loved for three years, all while the man you actually wanted watched.

When he sniffled you had to look at him. He looked broken like a kicked puppy. Onlookers probably thought he was emotional over his friend getting married but you knew better. He reciprocated the way you felt. The emotions you felt were all there in his eyes even if he held a false smile, you knew. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, he bolted leaving the room as everyone gasped. Your eyes followed his back as he left the doors closing behind him with you and Jungkook’s initials printed in gold. Jungkook softly guided your face towards him by your chin smiling softly.

“He’ll be fine, he usually gets emotional at things like these,” he heartedly laughs rubbing the back of your palm as his mother continues the ceremony, “come on, it’s almost time for the garter pull.” You pulled your lips up into a smile feeling anything but happy even though it’s your wedding day.

Namjoon found a bottle of beer on his descent to the exit stopping inside the storage room to properly loathe himself. How did he get himself into this situation? Hell, maybe this was his karma, the woman he loved marrying his best friend. Karma had real fucked up ways of paying back debt. Nothing hurt more than seeing you look at Jungkook, lovingly, you never looked at Namjoon that way and the thought caused him to punch the wall opposite him. He heaved, pulling his bloodied hand out of the wall leaning his body onto it. He began crying again laughing to himself as he did so, maybe he’d gone crazy. There was nothing he could do to be with you now without ruining everything, he knew that and that thought alone drove him to madness.

The door opened and he sighed, turning towards it preparing to explain the hole in the wall, but he didn’t have to. It was you, and for once you weren’t smiling. You looked as broken as Namjoon did and that made him slightly happy. He wasn’t the only one being affected; you also were feeling down about the whole thing.

Closing the door behind you, you stared at each other. None of you spoke, just observed each other in the dimly lit closet, he looked good in a suit. The sleeves tightly wrapped around his large biceps, his body was ridiculous naked, but in a suit he looked even better. Under different circumstances you probably would’ve taken him right here in the closet, but it’d be obvious you were missing from your wedding.

Finally he spoke, low and raspy, “Congrats.” He smiled as tears threatened to spill, “you look gr-” You pressed your lips to his shushing him and at once everything fell into place. His arms reached behind you holding you close to his chest as your hands reached for his hair lightly tugging on the dyed locs. “Y/n..” he held his head against yours, breathing you in as you panted. His heart skipped a beat as he realized the kiss felt different from all the others you’ve shared. It feels like a goodbye. You were officially leaving him. You began to separate yourself from him and he grabbed your wrists, “No, Y/n, I can’t-”

“I’m married, Joon, this ends here.” You reached up wiping your tears, you don’t even remember when you started crying yourself.

He breathed a scoff licking the corner of his mouth, “So that’s it? Three years and nothing?” You turned away taking a deep breath, this was it, you told yourself, it’s over. You moved towards the door and he grabbed your waist, kissing your ear down to your neck whispering: “I love you, Y/n, I can’t just end it here.. Please..” his hands moved from your waist to your clothed breast, you bit your lip to hold back a moan.

“Namjoon..” you feel him beginning to grind against your dress, he was hard. He turned you around, taking your hand in his he placed it on his crotch.

“See what you do to me, Y/n?” You knew it was wrong but you began to softly stroke the clothed length as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Do you love me too?” Your eyes snapped up to his, there’d be no excuse come morning. You couldn’t say you were high, you’re completely sober, you knew there’d be no coming back and still you confirmed his thoughts.

“Yes, I love you too.” He smiled genuinely this time as more tears flowed, but it was different this time, as was your smile it wasn’t fake and practiced in the mirror, it was real. What you two had was real. There was no stopping now, you reconnected your lips as he took off his suit jacket loosening his tie.

“You look beautiful.” He breathed as he released your curly hair from your bun, he loved your natural hair. It was rare to see it in this state and not pin straight and this was his treat. He deluded himself to think you kept your hair in its natural state for your wedding for him and he’s actually not that far off. When deciding how to style your hair you weighed the looks Namjoon wanted with Jungkook’s and chose to favor Joon’s. He deserved that at least.

But just as things began to feel right the world came crashing down around you again.

The door opened.

And there stood Jungkook and almost your entire guest list.

“J-Jungkook-” he looked at your disheveled state and then Namjoon’s.

He scoffed, “Would you like to tell me what my best man and my wife are doing in the closet, honey?” Jungkook was a very kind soft spoken man, it's one of the reasons you felt better with Namjoon. Things weren’t happy all the time. But much like everyone else he had a dark side. And now for the first time you’re seeing it. His eyes seemed to dilate as he zeroed in on your neck, you barely could focus on the disapproving look on the attendees faces because Jungkook has never looked at you like this. He always held love and adoration when he looked at you, it made you feel sick, but this look is different, murderous. You take a step back almost tripping on the dress Namjoon catches your arm steadying you. Jungkook’s jaw tightens as he stares at the action. “Don’t fucking touch her.” Namjoon silently pulled away from you as Jungkook glared into you.

It was bad enough he found out but with the entire guest list watching him tear you a new one added the icing on top. By morning you knew this would be in the headlines: The Heir of Jeon Enterprises wife Y/n L/n was a cheater and she was cheating with his best friend Kim Namjoon. This situation was fucking awful and you couldn’t escape. You felt like you had been nailed to the floor.

“You fucking slu-”

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Turning his attention towards Namjoon he jerked his head back in shock, appalled that Namjoon dare speak to him especially after ruining his wedding day. Jungkook looked away from you two up at the ceiling, his tongue outlining his cheek, he couldn’t lose his calm.

But as he looked back down at the proximity between you two he thought fuck it and swung. The crowd gasped along with you as Namjoon fell to the floor, motionless. Concerned, you turned towards him, but Jungkook’s voice stopped you. “Help him up, I’ll break your fucking jaw.” You knew he meant it, it was in his eyes, that unwithered rage.

“J-Jungkook, I can explain-”

He shook his head, rolling up his sleeves to expose his tattoos. “Ah, the shut the fuck up, Y/n.” He tilted his head to the side, “I knew.” He admitted. Your mouth fell agape, he knew.. He fucking knew! A million questions raced through your mind in that instant but the mental traffic was halted as he spoke again, “or I thought I did. I saw some text messages between you two which seemed like the end of a short affair, that was a year ago. I thought the affair ended, I let it go, but I guess I was wrong.” He laughed bitterly stepping closer to you, you stepped back until you hit the wall, “I gave you everything!” He shouted at you, “you almost went homeless and I fucking took you in! I loved you, hell, I love you, and you’re in this small ass closet confessing to another man on our fucking wedding day?” You’ve never heard Jungkook sound or look as hurt as he does now nor have you ever heard him swear at you unless it was in bed, but this was something completely different. “Oh and by the way lover boy over there forgot about his microphone.” He nodded to Namjoon’s body you looked over at him and Jungkook turned your chin towards him harshly, “you have no idea how much I’m holding back right now.” He toys with his ring finger, he laughs cynically his dark eyes teasing you as he leans in and whispers, “you and Namjoon should be thanking God that murder is illegal.” You swallow as your hands shake uncontrollably. You thought Jungkook would be mad if he ever found out for sure, but murder? He just told you he’s angry enough to murder you. Your mouth trembles as he pulls back a dark smile encompassing his gentle features. “Don’t look so scared, all these people here, you have nothing to worry about.” The words would reassure you had he not grabbed your wrist and began dragging you down the hallway as everyone watched.

Sadly, you didn’t know everything about Jungkook.

Some people, like Namjoon did and he still thought you were worth the risk. That’s what bothered him most.

And now you are going to pay for it.

“Jungkook! Jungkook I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby!” He closed you into the passenger side and quickly rounded the car. As he started the engine you reached for the door handle and he smiled. “Get out, Y/n. I dare you.” You froze and he pulled off, a dark smile resting on his lips. “Good girl.”

#bts namjoon ff #bts namjoon fanfiction #vivwrites #ff #namjoon angst #namjoon x reader

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storylocke · 4 months

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When Different Paths Lead to the Same Place

[Ash finally shoved the Rare Candy into his bag and heaved a sigh of relief. Who knew such a small thing could block an entire passageway! Or at least, he noticed, the Voices had a weird aversion to stepping over Item Capsules like most did. And to think They cost him a TM for this. As he slings the backpack back over his shoulders though, there's an oddly familiar voice coming from outside his head…]

Blue:

Ash, wait!

Ash:

…? [He looks back to see the kid rounding the last of the gravestones] Um, hi? What are you doing here?

Blue:

I had to go heal, no thanks to you.

Ash:

[Straightens up in dismay] You’re the one who challenged me!

Blue:

[Finger to his lips] Shhhh. There are some baaad people in this tower, and the negative energy has all the ghosts here in a frenzy. You saw what happened to those Channelers? [Ash gives him a bewildered little nod] Yeah, so let's not attract any more than we already do. [Points at the strange looking telescope in Ash’s hand] I saw you had a way to fight these things, so I tailed ya. Where'd ya get that?

Ash:

This? It's a Silph Scope. All it does is show what the shadows really are, but my Pokemon still have to fight them.

Blue:

[Air of suspicion as he eyes his rival] Silph, huh? I thought Saffron City was blocked off.

Ash:

Um…. [Sheepish grin since it's not exactly a lie] Honestly, I sorta won it off a guy in a battle.

Blue:

Tch. Well… [tries to be quick] Give it to me!

Ash:

[Grips it with both hands and moves to pull it further out of reach, but even as he tries to leverage himself against Blue’s arm, there's no denying how physically stronger the boy is.] No! It's mine, and you have no idea what I went through to get it!

Blue:

[Surprised how he's actually struggling, he's never seen Ash put up such a fight before. Even as the little nerd pulls it out of his grip, he’s not giving up that easy] And if you keep going this way, you're gonna get yourself hurt!

Ash:

[Keeps the scope in front of him as he feels Blue wrap both arms around him. Curls forward before the guy can pick him up] Beat you, didn't I?! I can take care of myself!

Blue:

JUST BARELY! You're just lucky I-! [Caught off guard as he's the one being lifted off the ground]

Ge...t ouuut… Get ouuut…..

[They both freeze at the eerie voice and Ash starts to straighten up as Blue slides off of him. They stare in the direction of the call, making out a hazy shadow by the staircase. Ash gives a wary glance at Blue, seeing him frozen in fear, and slowly lifts the scope up to take a better look. It’s nothing like the numerous Gastly he’d been training against around the graveyard. But even if it wasn’t any normal Ghost Pokemon, the black aura surrounding it made the fiery eyes deep set in it’s skull face all the more distinct.]

Ash:

[The Voices rattled in his brain as They screamed, but his own voice comes out barely above a whisper] It’s the Marowak Ghost…

Blue:

[Glances at him in curiosity] A Marowak…? I can believe that. Just a lot of hurt and anger that’s probably the source of all the negative energy here. [Doesn’t want to take his eyes off of the shadow in case it tries to come any closer] You don’t seem scared.

Ash:

[Shakes his head] Something I’ve heard a lot about. I can’t really explain, but if you’ll just stay back here I’ll-

Blue:

[Hand on his shoulder to stop him] Don’t fight that thing! She’s not here to hurt us! The Channelers say she was murdered defending her baby… And… And now she doesn’t want anyone else getting hurt. I don’t want you getting hurt!

Ash:

[Genuinely confused by the very real concern in his rival’s eyes. A side of him he couldn’t remember ever seeing before. Even when he said it during their struggle before, he had taken it as another way of Blue calling him weak.] I’m not gonna fight her. Okay? I’ve heard this story many times now, I think I know what to do. Just watch my back if I’m wrong.

Blue:

Ash, it’s not about-! [Scoffs as he sees he’s being ignored and the boy cautiously walks towards the apparition with the scope still up. Going through a mix of emotions though as he watches, going from bitter to concerned again, then curious to what exactly Ash was planning]

Ash:

[He tries to keep the scope up where he can keep the Marowak in view, and holds his cowboy hat with his free hand for a little encouragement. Marvin wouldn’t have been scared at a time like this. The Marowak ghost stares at him with suspicion as her hollow eyes seem to narrow in on the whip at his side. His hand moves to remove his pack as she screams at him again]

Marowak:

Be gone… Intruders…

Ash:

[Holds up a hand to assure her he’s got nothing in hand, just gently crouches down as he places his backpack on the ground. He reaches in, so deep it seems to eat his arm, and he can see the bitter Ghost is winding up her club to attack. He flinches as it comes towards him and quickly pulls out the Poke Doll! …Nothing happened. He opens his eyes and looks up to see the mad spirit looks stunned by the harmless object. He holds it out to her] Here. It’s um… I brought it for you. [Her eyes shift from their fiery blaze to a dull flame, and something in the stern skull face softens as she lowers her club. She takes it quickly, but he doesn’t resist. No tricks. Just a soft smile as he tilts his hat back so she can see his face] I know it doesn’t make up for anything, but… We’ll make up for it. Me and my friend, there. You don’t need to fight anymore.

Marowak:

[Looks past him at the other boy who timidly gives the black shadow a wave. There’s a long pause as she watches him, but he doesn’t move any more. Still, as she turns her attention back to the one in front of her, he doesn’t move either. She pulls the doll close her to chest then, and with a sorrowful bow of gratitude, starts to fade away into a gray mist.] Fin…ish…

Blue:

[Deep sigh of relief to see she’s gone] Wow. How did you know that a Doll would calm her down?

Ash:

[Glances back at him with a wry grin] I don't. I have rock [holds up Fossil] and a map [holds up the scroll of Town Map] and somewhere in this pack I have a thing called a “Bicy.” [Blue just laughs, which is nice to hear after the all the wailing of the Tower, and just shakes his head at him] They all mean something. Like… I just know these things. It's not deja vu, because I'VE never done it, but somehow I know all of this has happened before.

Blue:

[The smile fades as his face turns serious again. Not mad really. But he has the strangest feeling as he takes the Helix Fossil, really looking at it now as it fits in the palm of his hand. ……. He hands it back] Yeah… 'Cause you keep messing with things Gramps warned us about. Even if you know a lot, maybe it’s best you start forgetting.

Ash:

Blue…

Blue:

[Crosses his arms and looks back in the direction of the stairs, a twinge of sadness, maybe fear in his soft tone] What do you think she meant by finish?

Ash:

[Rearranging all of the items back into his bag before he stands up. Casually dusting himself off] To finish what we started? Maybe… To finish what she couldn’t? You said you caught a Cubone earlier, didn’t you?

Blue:

[Softens a bit as he remembers telling him that now.] I did. Didn’t have the heart to use it though, after… [Subtle gesture to the empty stairwell] I wasn’t tryin’ to protect you from her. Team Rocket went on up, but she barred them in. I’m sure they’re in a ripe mood by now, looking for the first idiot to cross their path.

Ash:

[Only half joking] Guess I better go first then. I make the BEST decisions lately.

Blue:

I ain’t goin’ up there! Did you not hear what I just said? Those guys will KILL YOU. I don’t care how many fairytales you’ve read, Team Rocket doesn’t mess around. And any monsters willing to murder Pokemon and pile up their corpses like they’re loading up a fruit cart isn’t gonna think twice about taking care of you!

Ash:

Shhhh…! [Oh. He’s starting to realize that Blue was dead serious in trying to take the scope away from him earlier. Careful glance up stairs because if Blue is freaking out now, they definitely didn’t need to draw the men down with the ruckus. Silence. And in that shared silence between them, the whispers in Ash’s mind come as quickly as his thoughts try to piece things together. It HAD been a while since they last fought. Where was his Raticate? Blue had snapped at him downstairs how it didn’t look like he had come to the tower to bury anyone… Had he? The bitterness, the aggression, the vulnerability this time around, and that brief description gave Ash a shock. Just what had Blue been up to before he arrived? Maybe it was all just his imagination, after all a lot of these claims of truth were being pounded into his brain, and yet he finally breaks the silence with his voice barely above a whisper.] I guess we’ve both been through a lot since Vermillion, huh? [Shuddered breath as he tries to steel himself for what hes’s about to say] I won’t make you come. Just make sure the little Cubone is taken care of, okay? I’ll take care of the rest.

Blue:

[Fists clenched, face heating up, but he’s not sure if he’s more mad at Ash, the memory, or his wounded pride to turn back now. Snaps at him as he starts to walk off] This isn’t one of your books, you know. Playing hero, just gonna roll in, clean up the town, and fly off into the sunset. These guys own everything! Even if you win here, the cops won’t help you when their teammates come!

Ash:

[Pauses, looks back at him. Actually, comes back to place a hand on his shoulder in comfort. For all the rattling in his brain, he’s could really use Their help right now. Please… Lord Helix, give him the right words.] I know. I know things seem impossible right now, but I wanna tell you: it will get better. Remember what I said? About everything happening before? Team Rocket is going to fall. And I promise you, Giovanni may be a monster, but he’s still human. He CAN be defeated.

Blue:

…How do you know?

Ash:

Because while you were fighting the Rockets here, I spent hours lost in Team Rocket’s base. [Bit of a cocky grin] Took everything they’ve got, and threw ‘em out of Celadon. It's how I got the Silph Scope. And Boss Rocket? I took him down with just one Pokemon. He may be in charge, but he’s weak. And if you’re still giving me trouble, you’ve got nothing to worry about from them now.

Blue:

[Soft smile, bit of pleading in his voice] I wish I had that kind of confidence. You really have changed since the ship, huh?

Ash:

[Pats him on the shoulder and lets go] I may not always “get” you, but I think I’m starting to understand. [Takes off his hat and holds it between his hands, admiring it in a way as he lets Blue get a better look at it] I wouldn’t be jealous of me though. Sounds like you might have guessed, but I may actually be in over my head this time. [Pause] No going back now.

Blue:

For their sakes… [Straightens up a bit to try to sound more like his old self] Next time we run into each other, you better not hold back on me. I’m gonna get stronger and we’ll crush everyone one of those Rockets in Saffron into the pavement.

Ash:

[Returns his hat to his head and gives a firm nod] That I can do.

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A/N: Just a little something that's been on my mind since I watched it live. I really loved the idea of how even though we had the Scope, we gave Marowak the Doll anyway, so the spirit was calmed without issuing a single attack. And if we say this Ash is the same as Bootleg Yellow, we actually capture the Marowak later on iirc? So that's sweet. It was supposed to just be a short clip, but then I had the idea of Blue (since we didn't fight him until after Rocket Hideout, I remember previous times we'd fight him then head for Celadon) actually being here for Ash to explain about the Doll, but the whole thing just kinda spiraled after that. We all know by now I can't seem to do anything without it turning dramatic on me. Obviously this isn't Anime Ash but we picked the default name. Ash has a whip like the Tamers do because he spent way too long at the Museum early on, then Marvin got cowboy lore before being released, and the idea of Ash being a museum nerd hunting powerful relics from the fallen timeline with a hat and water guns (we got like four over the run) led to the concept of him having some Indiana Jones aesthetics. The whip is not for Pokemon, but a great many other uses as he travels.

Still, even in chat, someone pointed out how it actually has been a while since we last saw Blue. And sure we can (and did) joke about him losing his Raticate, but Ash had also lost partners since we last saw him, and it had been days (in-game months? No telling how long we spent in Celadon) since they last saw each other. And one thing about Gen I I've always loved is how the game actually ages our hero and rival as they carve their own paths. These two have really had to grow up on since they both left home.

Another thing about this particular moment was how we hear about Cubone's mother giving up her life to fight Team Rocket, find out the tower is filled with restless spirits because of the vengeful ghost, actually face said ghost, and then we go after the first Rocket and Pixie destroys him and learns DRAGON RAGE! I wanted to include that, but it felt like getting away from the point of this fic, which was focused on these two, but holy cow Ash and his comrades are maaaaad facing these two pathetic Rockets after already raiding the base. They don't scare him. Heck, after Giovanni, apparently nothing does since it's after this we start wrecking gyms and played with the powers that be to grab a Missingno.

#twitch plays pokemon #Super Gauntlet Red #SGRed #Asher Elm #Blue Oak #trauma is a bitch #Short stories #Tw:death mention #Ghosts

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licncourt · 2 years

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I agree with the post you reblogged about how they bungled Lestat's death scene! They couldn't have filmed a more different version – both in action and meaning – even if they tried.

But, in the context of the show, the story they insisted to tell, I can't ever imagine Lestat's death scene playing out like it did in the books. It doesn't fit. (And I'm upset they deviated so much from the core relationships that it doesn't fit anymore).

They have destroyed Lestat's relationship with Claudia from the very beginning. In the show they tolerate each other at best, and they hate each other the other time. All the things Lestat taught Claudia with love and enthusiasm in the books, he does it out of desire to manipulate/placate Louis in the show. Not to mention that he threatens to kill Claudia 🤢 and hurts her even in the last episode where he waits for Antoinette to kill Claudia 🤢. There is no way he could fall for a genuine attempt at reconciliation in this context, so they have to paint Lestat as on to her plan.

Regarding Loustat, since they have escalated the violence in their relationship to such a degree that never existed in the books, they had to give Louis a more active role in the death scene, otherwise he'd pass for a sad wife-beaten victim with Stockholm syndrome. They had to give him some agency in this instance. His hesitancy/indecision translates here not in passivity, but in reversing the course and ultimately saving Lestat (or at least hoping that his actions saved him cause according to Claudia's diaries, he is still convinced they killed him). Otherwise there would be no catharsis for the public.

Though, the choice to have Louis cut Lestat's throat perplexes me when I think about what is supposed to happen in Paris. THE TRIAL! How is that going to work since Claudia isn't the one who ultimately killed Lestat. She didn't even touch him!! She planned it but she isn't the one who killed him. Like, why is Louis still standing and not Claudia? Or will they have Louis throw Claudia to the wolves to save his skin?

That's why I'm thinking that the entire Lestat death scene didn't happen at all as Louis described it, not just the aftermath. I'm thinking Claudia did kill Lestat/cut his throat etc like in the books and Louis did stand by and watch helplessly paralyzed. Then Louis cried over Lestat's body etc and put Lestat in his coffin, ultimately saving him. So when Lestat pops up in Paris and Claudia is executed, Louis has to face the reality that by saving Lestat he condemned his daughter to die...and he can't take it. It's trauma on top of trauma and he starts to tell himself a kinder story : one where Lestat told him one last time he loved him before dying, one where Claudia didn't stab Lestat with glee but he's the one who did it tenderly, one where Claudia was unfairly murdered and his actions didn't doom her. And I'm sure Armand was only glad to help with this version of the story and reinforce it. Honestly, I think Louis doesn't know yet that Armand orchestrated Claudia's execution.

That's how I think they could save the mess they made in this episode (and how they could use tvl to give a more rounded picture). Though they could end up with the same problems regarding Louis' agency.

Okay I fully agree with the first part, and I love that idea for the story if that's where they choose to go with it. The specific storyline of the AMC show, whatever my personal feelings on it, would come together very nicely if things played out that way and it's really a brilliant theory. I don't have a lot to add because you connected the dots for us, but I think this would be great TV and a very effective use of the memory theme that they haven't utilized much yet. It makes the most sense to present it in this sort of context, combined with trauma and abuse (as long as it's done with sensitivity).

#answered #vc #vctv #interview with the vampire #iwtv

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spacejvnky · 1 year

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(Seems you liked the last nightguard Sammy post, so here's another one, this time w/ FNAF 1)

Sammy: Hey how's it going, Balto. I don't suppose you're here to kill me.

Foxy: Me name be Foxy, and yer soul got me name on it.

Sammy: Oh yeah? And what's your tragic tale? A kid who was abducted and used to sell toys on ads?

Foxy: Eh, no. Me lifelubbin' parents be too good for that to happen.

Sammy: We're you some little shit who constantly tried to cry his problems away?

Foxy: Yar, ye got me mixed up with Golden Fazbear.

Sammy: Oh of course! Then this is all a big mistake on your part, right? Your previously tiny brain couldn't consider the circumstances of following some purple dipshit into the back closet! Foxy: ...quite like that, matey. Be that common 'round these parts?

Sammy: Yeah, you'd be surprised. Missing children cases get around. B-but anyways, if not for any of those stories, then what the hell are you doing? Are you genuinely trying to kill me?

Foxy: Well the murder be part of the glory but.. I enjoy running down these dark caverns.

Sammy: ...I'm sorry?

Foxy: Ye see that hallway behind me, matey?

Sammy: Yes..

Foxy: Yar, I'm gonna sail me way down there.

Sammy: Oh.

Foxy: And when I reach the end, guess what I'll do next.

Sammy: I dunno, but I'm afraid that you're gonna tell me regardless.

Foxy: I'm gonna hurry down the next nearest cavern!

Sammy: Wow, that's uh-

Foxy: Ye must be thinking, "Foxy, wouldn't ye just tire yourself for running like a dainty?" Well that ain't how this pirate functions, matey! Me life be chasing the treasures that be these hallways, a pirate's life for me.

Sammy: So you're just gonna run headfirst down the nearest hallway? That's your whole... that's it?

Foxy: I tell ye what matey, I might not even kill ya! I might as well join a bountiful marathon!

Sammy: Well, I mean.. that's.. Y'know.. depressing but.. That's actually really refreshing to hear!

Foxy: Aye?

Sammy: Yeah, yeah, really. It feels like every night I come here and deal with you guys it's always me having to justify your attempts to constantly kill me. Cause it's always, "am I the bad guy because these are dead children who I'm tormenting internally, or are they the bad guys for trying to kill me?" But with you, pun intended, it's fucking straightforward. I can deal with that, thanks man.

Foxy: Oh, well.. thank ye matey. Now I suppose we best be gettin' back to the whole murder plot, aye?

Sammy: Honestly uh, I'm gonna let you outta here.

Sammy reaches for the keys to the pizzeria door, and chucks them outside the office window into the hallway where Foxy is standing.

Sammy: Seriously, go live your immortal and robotic life. I don't give a shit.

Foxy: Wait.. Seriously?!

Foxy's voice suddenly changed from a pirates voice, to the voice of a child.

Sammy: Yeah, go ahead. You're technically doing me a favor, so I'm gonna do you a favor.

Foxy: THAT'S ALL I NEEDED TO HEAR!

Foxy bolts down the hallway, past the stage, and towards the front door. He jams the key into the lock, and bursts out of the pizzeria.

Foxy: FREEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

i see what ya did there

this is a callback to the fnaf 2 foxy jumpscare sound clip incase that went over yer heads everyone else

#do ppl even remember small fnaf things like that??#like remember the ‘’mike kill all’’ that everyone swore meant something??#im p sure scott went in spooky kid songs dot com n slapped in the trailer cuz i dont think it had any significance to the ‘story’#ask #fnaf

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gainprincess · 9 months

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"..."

"I know you know where he is, Elder Sister. Tell me."

This standoff is unusually tense, despite the fact that they're both easily over a ton in flab.

King Arthur and the sorceress Morgan Le Fay. Sisters (once), enemies, rivals, fools. They cannot overcome this feud, no matter how hard Ruler tries, Morgan will always push back.

She could never take things lying down, after all. Always something. Even when she was young, and Morgan was just her caring older sister, she'd always tell Artoria to keep herself strong, and how one must always have the last word.

"I'm surprised you care enough to want that information. It's your negligence that put him here to begin with, you know."

Morgan knows that she's not being fair to her sister. But that doesn't matter at this point, does it?

"Perhaps if you'd tried to be a father for once in your life, fool, he'd be less of a broken mess."

"I didn't prey on his deepest insecurities and bubbling hatreds, digging under his skin and applying pressure on him to make him reveal himself at a time that was unfitting and unwarranted. I didn't raise him as a living weapon, treating him like a horse with all stick and barely any carrot!"

Rage is building inside her now, rage far unlike any she's felt towards Morgan before.

"You will hold your tongue."

"Or what, you'll murder me again? Good luck with that; The only good thing you ever produced can't help you this time, because he's fucking missing!"

She's spitting now, in a white-hot rage she's never felt before. Magical energy that's so strong it's visible rolls off her body, quaking the air around her as she steps towards the other woman.

"Neither of us were good fucking parents, Morgan, and that's probably partially because I was barely human to begin with! It's my fault that Camelot burned. It's my fault that Mordred was even raised by a hellspawn like you! I wish I'd known sooner. Then maybe I could've done something about it! But no, I was too focused on being a perfect king! A wonderful king! Do you know what that does to someone, Sister?!"

"Artoria, what you fail to realize is-"

"No! I don't fail to realize anything! I am starkly aware of my many failings, and as a matter of fact, Morgan, go fuck yourself! Tell me where my son is! Maybe one of us can get it right this time, instead of causing another fucking Camlann! Now give my boy back before I rip you in two and feed the fucking remains to the lions!"

"You'd not dare."

"Do you feel lucky enough to test that theory?"

A flick of her flabby wrists causing her mana-sharpened playing cards to appear in her hand, fanned outward like she's just about to toss them right through Morgan's skull.

"We can play ball if you need it that bad."

"...Hm. I like this new you, Artoria."

Morgan's voice gains an odd lilt to it, one that's not really describable...Almost like sordid affection, in how it's nearly genuine. But only nearly.

"He's in the Moon Cancer Hall. I would recommend informing Martha before your visit; The AI is most frightful of her and her abilities, and will likely be distracted before she can bother you. From there, lure him to Jeanne Alter."

"You're not helping?"

"Why would I? He's your son, isn't he? He's none of my concern. Remember this much, Artoria: We will never be sisters again."

"Get the hell out of my sight, Morgan. Before I make good on my promise."

As the Berserker lumbers away, Ruler stands stock still, cards still aimed at the back of the woman's head, looking for any signs of deceit or pomp...

It's only when she rounds the corner, and Artoria's sure that she's alone, that she collapses to her knees from stress, burying her head in her hands.

"What the hell is wrong with me...?"

"...So it worked."

Behind a wall, a certain maid completes his recon, slowly packing up his listening equipment into his suitcase as he makes for the Caster Hall.

"Mistress Merlin will be pleased that her plan was successful...This doesn't seem like her, though..."

He'll report to her anyway, though; She did ask for that.

#muse: barcher #muse: rulertoria #muse: morgan #emotional shit maybe

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