#{ may fling out a starter call later } | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

imagineimaginethat · 4 years ago

Note

Hello Queen, may I request a ikesen HC of how the warlords would react to a soul switch between Nobunaga and MC? I watched it in an anime and liked the idea. You can include all the warlords if you like or any of your choice. Im excited haha 💚💚💚

I loved this! It took forever because I kept forgetting to save as I went along and had to keep redoing stuff (oh, when will I learn?) I did Nobunaga, Shingen, and Hideyoshi. I’ll do the others in sets of 3 or more later as well

**Requests are open**

Nobunaga

Nobunaga wakes up first and is extremely confused.

For one, why does his body feel so rested?

· And two, why are you no longer wrapped up in his arms

· He looks back and has a very shocking realization that causes his eyes, well your eyes, to widen

· This would not be good

· He had no idea how something like this could happen and it would definitely need to be fixed as soon as possible, but for now, he could not help but to think, his face had never looked so t rest

· So, for the sake of not scaring you and so that his body could get the benefits of a good night’s sleep he let you sleep for a while longer

· When you did wake up, Nobunaga watched as you let his eyes flutter open, you looked at him for all of one second before looking down at yourself and then letting out a scream he had no clue he could produce

· This, naturally meant, both his right hand and left hand came charging into his room, because no one had ever heard their lord scream like that, so surely something horrendous must have happened

· Instead, they were greeted by a peculiar sight, you, perfectly calm and trying to reason with Nobunaga who was full on panicking

· This seemed a bit… reversed

· You turned your eyes on Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide and began explaining that you were Nobunaga and that somehow in the night your soul had ended up in his body, and his yours

· They were hesitant to believe it, but they doubted Nobunaga would go to such lengths for a prank early in the morning

· Woah boy

· They decided it would be best if they tried to keep this discrete as possible, once you calmed down you began to see the benefits of being in Nobunaga’s body.

· You could do whatever you wanted pretty much without repercussion- until Nobunaga got his body back that is

· You two try to do what the other would do, but you both meet some complications with that

· One, you’re so nice to all of the vassals and your tone is so much softer/kinder than Nobunaga’s normal commanding one, that people question if Nobunaga is unwell

· Then, there’s the problem with curiosity, you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back

· Hideyoshi’s heart nearly jumps out of his chest in fear when he sees you trying to do all types of stunts, can Nobunaga do a backflip, let’s find out!

· Nobunaga on the other hand, finds he is quite careful in your body, not wanting to hurt you in anyway, he tries to pick up your habit of sewing but after pricking your fingers more than a few times he gives up

· Then, there’s your social obligations

· Nobunaga did his best to imitate you and he did a good job until the topic of conversation was turned to him, it was mostly general complaints about working under a warlord, but also some flattery, when they expected you to chime in, Nobunaga gave some humble praise

· The ladies laughed at you however, and asked if you and Nobunaga had been fighting lately, since you were apparently much more enthusiastic to praise him

· Nobunaga made a mental note of this

· One good thing came about though, since Hideyoshi was watching you as him, Nobunaga was free to indulge in as much konpeito as he could find

· Finally, night came, and you talked about your days, and you couldn’t help but to fidget around

· “Nobunaga… I was wondering….” You were kind of curious, not of what it was like to kiss you, but rather what did Nobunaga feel when he kissed you, “could I maybe…. And if you’re not okay with it, that’s fine, but maybe-“

· Nobunaga as your eyes flashed to your own lips and you gently bit his

· “Of course, come Fireball,” it felt so weird hearing you call Nobunaga Fireball, but somehow he made it work

· The kiss was soft and gentle, and it felt nice against your lips, but then something changed, the kiss began to feel much more familiar

· GASP

· Was that the key?

· You were back to normal, yes!

Hideyoshi

· When Nobunaga wakes up in Hideyoshi’s arms it’s a bit awkward

· He leaps up and before he can question what is going on, upon looking down and noticing the change in his height he realizes what has happened

· When his own body comes charging into Hideyoshi’s room, there is no doubt

· When Hideyoshi wakes up he is… extremely concerned and confused

· He has no clue what could have made you two switch bodies and you two are just as short on answers

· To be safe Hideyoshi decides to follow Nobunaga, well you, around all day while Nobunaga would stay as you in Hideyoshi’s room, not getting into any trouble whatsoever

· Hideyoshi finds you being in Nobunaga’s body is the most chaotic thing he has ever experienced

· For starters, you were giving all the vassals the day off and telling them to go get tea, or to grab lunch with people they enjoy the company of

· This was wildly out of character for Nobunaga, but who were the vassals to look a gift horse in the mouth

· Then you snuck off back to Nobunaga’s tenshu and tried to pull off some, “awesome samurai sword moves,” because, “surely, Nobunaga’s body comes equipped with muscle memory.”

· You threw the sword in the air like a baton to catch it and Hideyoshi’s soul nearly existed his person

· He decides you’re done for the day and brings you back to his quarters, because there is no way he can let you persist

· When evening comes, you’ve all sort of given up on fixing the situation for the day

· But, just as the moon peeks into the room a light seems to flicker in both of your eyes

· You look down and see a much more familiar sight

· You’re back in your body, which is great because being Nobunaga was fun, but it’d be a bit awkward if you kissed Hideyoshi as his boss- also Nobunaga would not have appreciated it

· Nobunaga is glad to be himself again, the next day however, he is very confused about why his vassals and servants are thanking him for giving them the day off

· Also, why does he have the desire to toss his sword in the air?

· Meanwhile, you realize you must have eaten a dozen pouches of konpeito after searching through Hideyoshi’s room and finding the hidden pouches everywhere

Shingen

· When Shingen realizes what has happened after you wake up in demanding to know how he’d gotten to Azuchi and why he was in your room, he has a field day

· This man is about to die of laughter

· The big, bad Nobunaga was trapped in the body of his princess

· He will watch and make sure Nobunaga doesn’t do anything that could potentially harm your body, under no circumstance is his princess to be hurt

· Meanwhile, back in Azuchi, you are having an actual field day

· For one, you get to hang out with your friends again, and after they realized what has happened, and Hideyoshi has been calmed down, you enjoy being the pilot of Nobunaga’s body

· Masamune condones literally everything you do as Nobunaga; did you eat half of his konpeito stash? It’s what Nobunaga would have wanted

· Back with Shingen, Sauske is singing Freaky Friday, and they are all profoundly confused

· They decide the best thing to do is to reunite you both and hope for a miracle

· When Nobunaga sees what you’ve done, including making Bearsace his official left foot (as, neither the left or right hand would allow themselves to be so easily replaced) and Hideyoshi fuming about all of the candy you’ve eaten he smiles.

· “You’ve done well in my absence, but do not eat anymore konpeito… I wish to enjoy the indulgence myself.”

· Shingen can’t help but to laugh as you, well Nobunaga in your body, sat at the head of the impromptu meeting he’d called

· Shingen makes sure you’ve been alright with the Oda forces and tells you not to worry, that he made sure Nobunaga didn’t do anything you wouldn’t have in the palace

· Hearing Nobunaga’s voice soft and kind was strange, you truly could make anyone seem kind and bright

· Shingen longed to hold his princess, intact with her original mind, body, and soul, in his arms

· Just as he found himself wishing you could be turned back, heard a crack of thunder and Nobunaga’s eyes dilled with familiar domineering presence.

· He was back in business

· And you, well you looked relived to be back to normal, flinging yourself into Shingen’s arms

· As fun as being Nobunaga was, I don’t know how much longer I could take feeling sleep deprived.

· Shingen smiled as held onto you, “my perfect goddess, a devil for the day, but always my dearest.”

· The rest of the warlords, sans Masamune who was having an awesome time were more than relived.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen shingen #ikemen nobunaga #ikemen hideyoshi #ikemen shingen #body switch imagine #imagine ikesen #ikemen imagine #imagine imagine that #ikeseries

76 notes · View notes

judesommer · 4 years ago

Photo

[ JUDE SOMMER. 36. FEMALE. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 3 YEARS ] and are originally from [ SAN FRANCISCO, CA ]. They are a [ PARK RANGER ] and in their downtime love [ TRAVELING ] and [ JOURNALING ]. They look a lot like [ JENNY SLATE ] and live [ IN REDCLIFF ]

LINKS

stats

wanted connections

musings

playlist

ABOUT JUDE

birthday:

may 13, 1985

sexuality:

bisexual

astrology:

taurus ☀, leo ☾, aquarius ↑

traits:

stubborn, friendly, calculated, adventurous, passionate, affectionate, resentful, closed-off, insightful, independent, quick-witted, resilient, private, self-assured, motivated, clumsy

aesthetic:

redwood trees, sundresses, farmer’s markets, sage green, curly hair, scribbled notebooks, airplane windows, mountain tops, old poetry, field of poppies, hiking boots, afternoon wine, hidden details, firecracker, canine cuddles, haunted

BIOGRAPHY

[ tw: drugs, abuse, abortion - brief mentions ]

jude cecilia sommer grew up san francisco with two other siblings and found her peace in poetry and towering trees. her only good childhood memories always revolved around walking through the redwood forests and feeling so small in a world so large. it made her world, her worries, her pain seem so insignificantly small. it was her safe haven.

her parents divorced when she was fairly young and her father was quick to move on to a different life of his own. jude, nor her siblings, every really fit so well in that new life, and soon enough, her father became a mere stranger. just a simple phone call on a birthday and an empty card. he remarried and had more children, but they never felt like family to jude.

she was raised by her mother, but the word raised was a term best used loosely. her mother was dependent on just about one too many things - men, drugs, her children, the list goes on.

in the earlier years of her youth, she remembered the hostile environment she and her siblings grew up in due to their mother’s abusive boyfriend. he’d take his anger out on all of them, her eldest brother especially, and their mother continued to stand by him. her excuse was that he paid their bills and kept food on their tables. they had to be grateful.

it was then at a very young that jude experienced resentment. though she hated the man in their house, she hated their mother more for allowing them to live this way. jude grew up angry.

there was a moment of peace in the sommer household the day the awful boyfriend decided to leave their mother. despite their mother struggling with her drug addiction, there was a moment where the weight of the world didn’t feel as heavy on jude’s shoulders. but it was short-lived, fleeting just like every other happy memory.

her mother found a new boyfriend to take care of them. he felt different than the others - nice, for starters, but jude was no fool. she knew the man was shady and did illegal business to keep food on their table. he later even got her eldest brother involved in that life.

jude wanted nothing to do with her mother and the chaos she brought. she went on a different path and self-funded her way through college. she focused on the one thing that brought her peace - the trees, parks, and nature. she went to school to study environment and parks in hopes of being a park ranger.

finally, jude had a life of her own. she made new friends, people who knew nothing of her past- and she kept it that way. jude even spent a few summers studying abroad in japan, catching the travel bug pretty early on. some of her fondest memories comes from her time in japan and she still practices japanese till this day.

jude worked hard and endlessly, always saving her money so she could do the things she wanted in life. she’d travel, backpack and stay in hostiles, all the while creating travel journals and documenting her time and studies in the places explored. japan, machu picchu in peru, iceland were among her favorite places.

jude was in a serious relationship when she was in college and it felt like love. then again, what did the girl know about love? they often traveled together and study abroad in the same places.

once she graduated, she took some time off to hike the pacific northwest trails alone. it was the most grueling, exhilarating, and beautiful experience. it felt liberating and she felt stronger than ever. it made her feel like she truly broke away from the mold of her family.

still riding that high, she and her boyfriend decided to elope. it felt right in the time.

jude became a park ranger and worked for the state of california and all the state parks as she focused on paying off her student loans.

not long after, she discovered her eldest brother had gone to prison. though she loved him dearly, she kept this under wraps just like everything else about her past. not even her husband knew. she’d find time on the weekends whenever her husband was working to visit her brother. she felt sympathy for him, knowing he wasn’t lucky enough to break from that mold like she had.

a year or so into her marriage, jude discovered she was pregnant. the concept of being a mother terrified her to her very core. she and her husband had talked about having children only a few times, mostly because jude would change the subject. he wanted a family and jude didn’t want to become her mother. without telling him of her pregnancy, jude made the decision to have an abortion.

but nothing stays secret forever. her husband eventually discovered she had an abortion and he was heartbroken. of course he wanted a family, but he also wanted a wife that was willing to confide in him about those things. she never told him her fears, doubts, or her past. she was practically a friend living beside him. jude tried to defend herself, but there was no defending it. her husband couldn’t move on from her decision and the disconnect between the two caused a huge wedge between them. they decided to divorce.

jude realized then her own protective decision was already pushing her on a similar path to her mother, but she refused to become her. jude, independent as ever, didn’t need anyone but herself. even though it caused a lot of heartache, jude doesn’t regret the abortion or the decision to split.

realizing the bay area no longer felt like home to her, jude decided to move to southern california to be closer to the prison her brother was in. she rented a small house in the silver lake area and moved to working at state parks outside of los angeles. it didn’t have the same feeling of towering trees, but the amazing hikes made it worthwhile.

her brother was eventually released from prison and currently lives with her until he can get back on his feet. it’s nice to have him away from san francisco and even nicer to have him not behind bars.

their mother later got clean from drugs and now lives life as a single woman, on some sort of spiritual journey. she tries to have a place in her children’s life, but jude hardly allows it. jude’s brother often tries to convince jude into forgiving their mother, but it never happens fully. she will go visit with him for holidays, and though she goes in holding her tongue, it almost always ends up in a fight between jude and her mother. both can never be quiet for too long and her mother will never own up to her mistakes. it drives jude mad.

though jude had endured a lot throughout her years, she continues to find peace in nature, travel, and journals. she focuses on the little things in life and finds joy where she can. all the while presenting herself like the moon in the sky, only half there for people to see.

HEADCANONS

jude truly doesn’t share much about her past, but doesn’t come off as secretive either. but even her closest friends might learn something new every day about her that they would normally know long before with anyone else.

she rents a small two bedroom home in the redcliff neighborhood and has decorated it to her liking. it’s important for her to feel at home.

jude has an australian shepheard dog named wickett - then name coming from a star wars character.

she enjoys spending her weekends at the farmer’s market, eating fruit, and day drinking wine.

jude is always hiking, journaling/writing, and reading books she has already read a thousand times. she’s a creature of habit.

she hasn’t been in a real relationship since her husband, only hookups and casual flings.

jude is jewish, but her family never paid much attention to religion. they celebrate the holidays and would attend service one day out of the year or so.

she has several scars on her legs and two on her arms from hiking the PNW trails.

she’s into cheesy and weird things - science fiction, conspiracy theories, paranormal stuff. she says, “it makes life exciting.”

to be added ....

#slintro

3 notes · View notes

dolphin-enthusiast · 5 years ago

Note

can i request some hcs for sc and the reader, who only joined them because "shit that dio dude sounds like a fucking bitch. i wanna beat the shit outta him". and after the investigation of speedwagon foundation on her it turns out that she actually has nowhere to go since her parents were killed by dio and she doesn't have any other relatives. while being confronted about this shit she tries to deny it but then gives up and tells the truth. (and maybe reader could be a s/o to crusaders, i dunno)

- In the case of Jotaro, the man would have already been expecting something like it already. Why, you may ask? Well for starters he thought it was just a little suspicious that you decided to just...join them out of nowhere in such a tumultuous journey all because you apparently had a strong dislike for Dio. Then again, no one can blame you for feeling like that anyway. That being said, the second Jotaro found out the truth about you all of his suspicions were instantly confirmed. But did he immediately confronted you about it or pressed you for information? Not at all. Quite the contrary, he waited for the perfect occasion to privately speak to you about this and only then did he put up a bit of a fight in order to hear the truth from your own lips. Upon finding out about what Dio did to your family, Jotaro would sigh then slowly (but tenderly) pull you into his arms whilst reassuring you that you’re safe now and that he’s going to avenge your parents for sure. And while he’s at it, you’re also invited to stay over to his place for as long as you want to. After all, you are the most important person in his life.

- Kakyoin would as well sense that something was off from the first second that you decided to fling yourself right into the middle of this clusterfuck of a journey. Sure he totally belives you when you say that you fucking hate that Dio bitch because so does everyone else, but to suddenly embark on such a dangerous trip solely because of that must take some serious balls. Nevertheless, Kak didn’t pressure you into opening up at all and his questions were always polite and cautious. He’s fully aware of how annoying nosey people can be. And yet when he was informed that you have lost your entire family because of Dio, he was extremely sad hence why he wasted no time and straight out asked you about it later on that day. He knew you were going to be reluctant to answer and so he had the patience of a saint throughout the entirety of time. When you DID open up though he listened to all of it with a look full of both sorrow and empathy, and yet he knew not to pity you either because that’s never a good thing to do. All that the man did was assure you that he’ll be by your side forever and that you two are going to kick Dio’s ass as soon as you meet him. On top of that, he also suggested that you come and live with him and his parents for a while after all of this is over.

- Polnareff on the other hand wouldn’t suspect a damn thing since he’s himbo central. A new vengeful member joined their gang in order to help them take down Dio??? Sweet, more power to the squad! He wouldn’t think of it as being THAT deep although he is aware that you must have your reasons for joining them nonetheless. This is exactly why the moment he finds out about your background it’s going to be like a damn punch to his gut, worse than any of Star Platinum’s punches. Alas he has a loud mouth so he’d instantly confront you about it and would INSIST that you tell him more. He may come across as persistent or nosey, but the truth is that he entirely understands how you feel. He would tell you all about the loss of his mother and sister in an attempt to get you to open up to him more, which would eventually make you give in and reluctantly pour your heart out at him. You two would basically bond over trauma at some point. The upside though is that Pol is amazing at making people feel better and he’d try cheering you up/reassuring you that it’s all going to be fine in no time. He’s going to literally puff out his chest and solemnly swear to you that he’ll personally take down Dio for what he did. Don’t worry for your “knight in shining armor” boyfriend has got your back at all times.

- Joseph would probably be the one that would find out first about all of this due to his connections with the Speedwagon Foundation. He’d order them to do a little digging inside your background just to make sure, and that’s when his slight suspicions would be confirmed. He knew you had to have some pretty fucking strong reasons behind such a bold decision, and yet he wouldn’t bring it up at all in the beginning. He’d wait for the perfect occasion to ask you more about it and would reluctantly tell you that he had found out about your family by using his men. Even if it hurts, you must know the truth since Joseph would hate to make you feel as if he betrayed your trust, or worse, hurt you. He knew you would deny everything and call him a liar, and so he was extremely patient and calmly explained everything to you over and over until you calmed down and eventually opened up to him. Joseph listened to each and every single detail you told him about the tragic event that determined you to join in the hunt for Dio. When you finally calmed down he wasted no time and cupped your face in his hands whilst letting you know that you’re safe now and that he’s going to protect and care for you for as long as he lives. Hell, the man even promised to get you a brand new place all for yourself after the journey is over! That is, if you don’t want to move in with him...

- Avdol has a damn good 6th sense so he wouldn’t be THAT surprised upon finding out the true reason behind your decision of joining the gang. Honestly, as sad and unfair what happened to you is, Avdol can’t help but admire your courage and determination. He’s fully aware of the dangers and risks that this journey has, and yet he feels lowkey proud of you for making such a bold but courageous move. That’s exactly why the man would keep an eye out for you at all times and would be doing his best to protect you while simultaneously trying not to come off as rough, nagging, or worse, nosey. But, as we all know, the truth always surfaces sooner or later, hence why one late evening Avdol decided that it was time to bring up the subject of your parents’ death. He knew you would get defensive, so he calmly explained to you that he has no ill intentions and that all that he wants is to keep you safe, therefore he wants you to be as honest as possible with him. The man does a superb job at making others relax and feel safe, therefore you’d find yourself trusting him and opening up in no time. Avdol would closely listen to your story then at the end would give you one of his good ol’ warm hugs as he’d let you know just how strong and competent you truly are. He wants you to know that he’ll always be there for you and that no one will ever hurt you anymore. He’ll make sure of it. Not to mention that you’re free to move in with him anytime you want, of course.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #stardust crusaders #jojo headcanons #headcanons #anon

40 notes · View notes

crystalwillow · 4 years ago

Text

Exiled Problems - Chapter Three

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Features: Bryce Lahela (introduced in Ch.5)

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: This AU features themes of; Angst, Swearing, Alcohol Use, Violence, NSFW Material (Mature Themes, 18+)

Tagging: @sophxwithers @otakudreamer @an-jell-o @curiousconch @mm2305

=====================

About a half a month later the day of Casey and Ethan’s next date had arrived. Thanks to Naveen’s observational skills, he was able to shuffle Ethan’s work schedule so they didn’t have to wait as long. As he sat in his office on his break, Ethan’s phone screen lit up with a text notification. A smile broke out on his face when he saw it was Casey.

As soon as Ethan put his phone down, he clipped the lid back on his lunchbox and discarded it to the side, along with his paperwork. He then set about disconnecting his computer and setting it aside, the only thing left on his desk was his phone. The few minutes that passed felt like agonising hours before his phone pinged again.

A short while later a knock sounded at Ethan’s office door, opening it to find Casey he stuck his head out scanning the hallway before pulling her inside and closing the door behind her, blindly locking it as he pressed her against it, his lips hungrily meeting hers.

“Oh!” she yelped with surprise as she loosened his tie whilst he shrugged off his white coat.

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me, Miss Valentine.” he growls in her ear lowly, pressing his hips to her leg as he unbuttons his shirt.

Casey gasps before smirking, hands cupping the back of his neck. “I think you just gave me an idea.” She whispers.

“Mmmm.” he groans, undoing his belt and throwing his pants to the pile of clothes on the floor. His hungry eyes looking for the zip of Casey’s skirt. Mischief glowly in her eyes, she places his hand on the zip at the back and he smirks as he unfastens it. Their lips meeting hungrily once more.

Soon their clothes, save for their underwear, were strewn across the room and Ethan lay back flat on his desk as Casey sucks at his chest, grinding against his enlarged bulge. Grunting pleasurably Ethan planted firm hands on Casey’s hips, stopping her action. Casey looked up to him with question eyes.

“I want to finish inside you.” He whispers into her ear, his heated breath tickling the shell as he unclasped her bra, flinging it to the opposite side of the room. A surprised gasp followed by a giggle elicits from Casey’s mouth as her sensitive buds harden in the cooled air of Ethan’s office.

“Sorry. Thought we may need the AC on… full blast.” he says with chagrin as he switches their positions.

“Is that so.”

“Mmh.” he hums lowly in response as he kisses across the valley of her breasts, slowly and painfully making his way to her buds that are crackling with electricity. Begging to be touched.

“Fuck, Ethan.”

“Casey.” he pants between kisses.

“I can’t wait anymore. I… I need your tou- ohhh!” she gasps, a smile spreading on her face as his fingers push the fabric of her panties aside and start gently rubbing at the ache between her thighs as his tongue simultaneously flicks over one of her buds. “mmmm.” She hums as she bites her lip, fingers tangling into Ethan’s auburn locks.

It isn’t too long before Ethan’s standing upright, back against the door as small moans leave his lips, head lulled back as ecstasy takes over from Casey’s tongue swirling around his tip. “Ohhhh fuuuuck.” He gasps with a slight chuckle as Casey deepthroats him suddenly. As she pulls away she gasps for air, giggling as Ethan pulls her to her feet.

“Are you ready?” He asks

“Yeah.” She replies with a lustful smile.

“Are you sure?” He asks again, kissing under her earlobe

“Mhm.” She hums.

He spanks her ass with a hungry growl, and she yelps as he lifts her and gently lays her down on the desk, opening his top drawer and taking out a condom. He rips it open, slipping it on in no time then positions himself at Casey’s entrance.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

She nods eagerly, gasping as he pushes in. “Oh!” she looks at him biting her lip.

“Is that okay?”

She nods again, gripping the sides of the desk as he starts to move. “Oh fuck.” she says with a choked moan as Ethan pulls her closer.

—————

“Oh, Ethaaaaaaannnnn.” Casey moans as he picks up his speed, grunting in her ear as she leans forward, kissing his neck.

“Yes! Right there.. o-ohhhhhh. Yeessss.” She moans with a throaty chuckle as she reaches her climax

“Casey! Yes!” He moans, throwing his head back as he releases into the condom inside her, riding out their highs before stopping as they look into each other's eyes, giggling and sharing kisses. Their bodies sticky and slick with sweat.

They stay still for a few minutes, basking in their afterglow. Muttering sweet nothings to each other as if they’ve been together for years. Soon the silence is broken by the sound of Casey’s ringtone and she sighs climbing off Ethan to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Is this Miss Valentine?”

“Speaking.”

“Hi, this is Elle at the dry cleaners. I would just like to inform you that your dress is ready for collection.”

“Perfect. Thank you. See you soon.”

“No problem. See you soon.”

“Bye!”

“Goodbye.”

Casey hangs up just as Ethan comes over and kisses under her earlobe. “Who was that?” he whispers, gently biting her earlobe.

“The dry cleaners. My dress I’m wearing tonight is ready for collecting.”

“Does that mean you have to leave?” he asks, the undertone of his voice sounding disappointed.

“I’m afraid so.” She replies, turning to face him. Their lips meeting in a sweeter kiss.

“Shame.”

“What is?”

“I wanted round two.”

Casey throws her head back laughing richly, “we have tonight, do we not?”

A smirk grows on Ethan’s lips. “Told you so.”

“What?” She asks in sheer confusion.

“That I’d leave you wanting more.”

Casey bites her lip as she trails a hand down his bare chest. “Are you implying that I haven’t left you wanting more? Dr Ramsey?”

“You’ve left me wanting plenty more. Miss Valentine.”

“Then I should head off and get ready for tonight.”

“And I should get back to work.” He looks at the clock, “I’ve slacked off and had my fun for now. Longer than usual, may I add.” He smirks as he buckles his belt and pulls on his shirt.

“How much longer?” Casey asks

“An hour.”

“How long do you usually allow yourself?”

“An hour.”

Casey’s eyes widen. “Were we?!”

“For two hours? Yeah.” He grins as he grabs his tie. “Pretty amazing right?”

“Amazing is an understatement.”

“Huh.” He smiles, turning to the mirror and sorting his tie, then ruffling his hair.

“Here.” Casey smiles, offering her hairbrush.

“Oh. Thank you.” He says accepting it before brushing his hair back into place as Casey tries to fasten her skirt zipper.

Seeing her struggle, Ethan reaches out and fastens it for her with a smile. “Thanks.” She smiles back, accepting her hairbrush back and pointing to the mirror. “Do you mind if I…”

“No! Not at all. Go ahead.”

—————————

Later as Ethan leaves his office, he catches sight of Naveen approaching and sighs.

“My Gosh, dear boy. It appears the rumours are true. You do have a glow about you.”

“A glow?” Ethan asks, heading towards the elevator.

“Yes. A glow.” Naveen replies, wiggling his eyebrows.

Ethan sighs as they step into the elevator when Naveen whirls on him.

“So it’s true. You called her into work today and were indisposed for roughly two hours?”

“Does it matter? I’ve completed all I needed to today.”

“No. It doesn’t matter at all. I’m just simply curious.”

“Yes. It’s true, okay.”

Naveen chuckled as they stepped out the elevator parting ways, leaving Ethan to shake his head and roll his eyes as he headed out to get ready for his date.

—————————————

As Ethan put the finishing touches to his look for the evening his phone pings on the nightstand.

An hour later, Casey is waiting out the front of her house as Ethan pulls up, jumping out and walking round and gently pecking her cheek under the scrutinised eye of her parents.

“Good Evening, Casey.” He greets with a smile.

She nods in response, “Ethan.”

He looks at her sith confusion but it’s gone as quick as it came as he turns to her parents. “Good Evening. Mr and Mrs Valentine.”

“Dr Ramsey.” Casey’s father says sternly. “You make one advancement on my daughter tonight and I’ll have your job.”

“Dad!” Casey exclaimed, blushing furiously. “Ethan, I am so-”

She stops mid apology as Ethan holds up a hand. “It’s okay. You needn’t apologise for another's words or actions.”

“But he has no right to speak to you that way.”

“He knows.” Ethan nods, his intense glare never leaving Casey’s father’s. The air crackling with hostility. “Believe me, he knows.”

Ethan turns to Mrs Valentine in hopes of a warmer reception but it’s just as cold.

“Well. I see.” Ethan says, turning to Casey. “We should be on our way. The reservation is for 9pm, the restaurant hates when people are late.” He smiles at her, holding open the passenger side door.

“Thank you.” Casey smiles and slips inside, fastening her seatbelt. Ethan walks around to the driver’s door ignoring the daggers that are being glared at his back.

As they drive away from Casey’s house and towards the restaurant, Ethan turns to her as they sit at a stop light. “You look beautiful tonight.” He smiles.

She smiles back, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thanks.” she sighs, fiddling with the hem of her dress.

“Are you alright?” He asks, taking her hand in his as they pull away from the stop light.

“I’m fine. Or… at least I will be.” she says reassuringly.

Ethan sighs as he carries on driving, seeing a part of how broken she must be under her calm and confident exterior.

As they pulled up to the restaurant, Ethan gave his keys to the valet as he took Casey’s hand in his own, walking her inside.

“Are you okay?” Ethan murmured under his breath in Casey’s ear. She gave a subtle nod in reply.

“I- I’ll be fine.” She whispers, as they briskly approach the doors, a few cameras flashing at them.

Inside it takes Casey a while to relax, a pensive look on face throughout the whole starter. Concerned, Ethan takes Casey’s hand over the table, rubbing soothing circles around her knuckles and shooting her an even more soothing smile.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, tilting his head inquisitively.

“Hmm?” she hummed, shaking her head as she came back from daydreaming.

“What’s in your mind?” Ethan repeats, kind smile still on his face as he continues to rub circles round her knuckles.

“It’s…” she sighs, “it’s nothing.”

A silence hangs between them before Casey let’s out another sigh. “It’s my parents.”

“What have they done?”

“Banned me from seeing you after tonight.”

“What? But you’re an adult. We both are.”

Casey shakes her head with a sad smile. “That doesn’t matter.” she tells him, shaking her head. “I’m destined to be married to someone else. I can’t be seen…”

“With me.” Ethan nods, dropping her hand.

“No, I didn’t mean-”

“I know.” Ethan says, cutting her off. “Just. Let’s finish tonight yeah?”

“I… okay.” She nods, voices breaking.

After dinner was over Ethan and Casey split the check, Ethan drove her home and they parted with a simple “Goodnight.” as Casey walked inside and Ethan drove himself home. Heart aching from the sudden turn of events the night took.

Upon entering his penthouse apartment, Ethan tugged at his tie, throwing it to the floor as he made his way to the kitchen, pouring himself a large glass of scotch. After a couple of glasses he stumbled to bed, messily getting out of his clothes, collapsing on his bed backwards with a sigh.

“This is why you don’t date, Ethan.” he mutters to himself. “Because it sucks to get your heart broken.”

The next afternoon as he awoke to his phone pinging, he picked it up, a news article notification glaring at him from his screen and truly crushing his heart.

“Engagement Of The Century: Casey Valentine and Bryce Lahela, Where Will The Celebrations Be Held?”

===========

#choices stories you play #playchoices #pixelberry studios #open heart #open heart: second year #open heart: third year #open heart au #ethan ramsey #casey valentine #ethan x casey #ethan ramsey fanficton #open heart fanfiction #choices fanfiction #fanfiction au #lahamseiroshoe writes #lahamseiroshoe’s au’s

2 notes · View notes

flutistbyday-1 · 5 years ago

Text

Rags to Riches and Back Again Chapter One: Stay

Hello, all! This is an AU that I have had floating around in my head for a hot second. This is a collaboration with @kingliam2019 and @texaskitten30.

Story summary: Riley finds out she is pregnant shortly after Liam’s coronation and doesn’t tell him. She disappears from his life without a trace.

Chapter summary: We find out Riley is pregnant and see how she handles it.

This story will deal with things like abuse, alcohol, pregnancy, sex, sex work, etc. ⚠️⚠️This story and its contents contain material not suited for sensitive viewers. This story is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. If you are reading this, you are agreeing you are over 18. This warning serves as a blanket trigger and content warning.⚠️⚠️

I cannot guarantee that this story will find its finish. There will (hopefully) be regular updates.

I’m tagging my perma and people who have expressed interest in my other AUs. If you don’t want to be tagged, let me know. If you do want to be tagged, let me know.

Song Inspiration: “Stay” by Sugarland

Word count: 2,300 give or take.

Warnings for this chapter: pregnancy

April 2, 2018

Riley stared in horror at the pregnancy test in her hands. You’re fucking kidding me, she thought. We had sex once! Riley retraced her steps on the night of the coronation. She and Liam did not use protection.

Tears flooded her face. This wouldn’t be a problem if she were the Queen-In-Waiting. The people would be happy that there was already an heir. But she wasn’t the Queen-In-Waiting. She was Lady Riley, an “unfaithful suitor”. Riley stood up from the toilet, wrapped the rest carefully up in toilet paper, and tucked it at the bottom of the trash can. No need to cause another scandal.

On the bright side, Riley thought, Liam will be over the moon! For that, Riley was thankful. He’d be so happy to be a father! Riley’s heart skipped a beat. She was going to be— she was— a mother.

Riley felt this rollercoaster of emotions flood through her and it took the wind out of her. She collapsed on her bed in the train, unable to do anything besides try to process what she would do. She laid on her stomach, willing the both happy and sad tears to stop, even for just a moment. Her heart ached, as she and Liam couldn’t celebrate properly, like normal people. But she was thrilled to bring life to the world.

She decided that night to tell Liam as soon as possible. They were stopping in New York next week and they could celebrate there.

Riley wore a bright smile the day after taking the test. She knew that it would be hard to keep this secret from the press, but if she could just cross that finish line with Liam— clearing her name— they could celebrate properly. She spent the day mingling with the court with a newfound hope. They had an idea of where Tariq was and he could clear her name! She was this close to being Liam’s fiancé.

Riley was in her room on the train before realization dawned on her. It hit her like a ton of bricks. She couldn’t possibly deny that she got pregnant before she and Liam were engaged. Sure, the press had speculated, but... this was different. This was confirmation. And the press believed she was having a fling with Tariq. Oh god, she cried to herself. They would say it’s Tariq’s and not Liam’s!! Riley began hyperventilating. She became sick in her trash can several times.

She heard a pounding on her door.

“Little Blossom!”

“Maxwell,” Riley whimpered. She barely talked before heaving again.

“I’m coming in,” Maxwell announced. “I was coming to tell you— woah!” Maxwell paled at the sight before him. He rushed to Riley and knelt beside her. He pulled her hair back. “What’s the matter, Riley?” He whispered.

Riley looked up at him and the concern in his eyes made her cry again. She wiped her mouth. “Oh, Max,” she whispered. “I messed up.”

Maxwell smiled encouragingly. “Hey, there’s nothing that you and I can’t fix. We’re the dynamic duo.” He stood and offered his hand to Riley.

Riley placed her hand on her stomach, hoping she was done being sick before taking Maxwell’s hand and standing.

Maxwell wrapped Riley in a hug and Riley came undone. Maxwell was patient and let Riley get it out of her system for a few minutes before prying. “Okay, now you really have to tell me.”

Riley pulled back and nodded, wiping away tears. She sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her.

“Maxwell, what I’m about to tell you, you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

Maxwell nodded.

“I’m serious, Max. If I find out you told anyone, I’ll—”

“I get it, Little Blossom.” Maxwell grinned at her. “Pinky swear.”

He held out his pinky and Riley locked hers with it.

Riley pulled her legs to her chest and took a deep breath. “Maxwell, I’m pregnant.”

Maxwell’s jaw dropped. His eyes bugged out of his head. He didn’t speak.

Riley snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Earth to Maxwell!”

Maxwell snapped his mouth shut just to grin a split second later. “Little Blossom, that’s awesome!” He squeezed Riley tightly then detached himself. “Oops. Hey! Little Blossom has a Little Blossom! Oh, my God. It’s Little Blossom squared.”

Riley shook her head, but laughed. She waited for Maxwell to process for a few moments.

“Maxwell, I know it sounds great, but...” Riley shook her head. “I got pregnant on the day Liam was crowned.”

“Ha! I knew you two snuck off!” Maxwell exclaimed, making Riley giggle lightly.

“That’s also the night that the picture of me and Tariq was released.” Riley waited for Maxwell to connect the dots, but she could tell by the look in his eye, he wasn’t quite there. Riley sighed heavily. “Maxwell, for starters, the press may think it’s Tariq’s.”

Realization crossed Maxwell’s face. “Ohhh. Oh.” Maxwell made a disgusted look at the thought.

“Yeah,” Riley continued. “And if they don’t think that’s true, then it will look like Liam is cheating on Madeleine. And how will Madeleine deal with me?” Riley shuddered.

Maxwell took Riley’s hand and squeezed it. “Little Blossom, uh, how do I say this delicately?” He pursed his lips. “You know the, erm, arrangement Madeleine offered you?”

Riley nodded her head.

“It’s not the first one that’s ever been made. Cordonian nobility don’t believe in monogamy. I expect half the court already knows you and Liam, uh—”

“Don’t!” Riley held up a hand to stop Maxwell. “Please don’t say it.”

It was Maxwell’s turn to nod his head.

Riley sighed again. “While I acknowledge that it is the norm for Cordonian Nobility, I don’t wish to participate. The only reason I agreed was because I thought the scandal about me would be cleared already.” Riley looked down. “This is just another reason for the press to hate me, Max. I can’t do it.”

“You have to tell Liam.”

“The hell I do, Maxwell!”

Maxwell bounced up from the bed. “It’s his baby too!”

Riley bounced up as well. She stood in front of Maxwell and placed her hands on his arms in a defensive stance. “One, lower your volume. Two... two, I don’t.” Her lower lip quivered and tears threatened to spill over again.

Maxwell’s frustrations were gone and he pulled Riley into a hug. “Okay, Little Blossom. Just promise me you’ll think about it.”

Riley nodded and Maxwell kissed her on the top of her head. After a moment, Maxwell pulled back and smiled at Riley. “We’ll figure this out. We always do.”

As soon as Maxwell left, she pulled out her phone and texted Liam.

Riley: Hey, can you meet me in a few minutes? I want to see your face.

Liam: Of course, love. Come to my cabin. I’ll have Bastien escort you so it doesn’t draw attention.

Riley waited for Bastien’s signature rap at the door. They exchanged pleasantries on the way to Liam’s cabin. Riley bounced with anticipation.

Bastien stopped twenty paces before Liam’s cabin. “This is where I leave you, Lady Riley.”

“Of course, Bastien. Thank you.” Riley smiled at Bastien and stepped in the direction of Liam’s cabin when she heard Madeleine’s voice.

Bastien grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the shadow.

“I don’t care that you fuck her in private, Liam! You know this! But you will not tarnish my reputation by eye-fucking her in public and make people lose faith in the monarchy!”

Riley’s stomach lurched. She knew Madeleine was right, but did she have to be so mean about it?

She didn’t hear Liam’s response, but both figures appeared in his doorway.

“You’re right, Madeleine. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Liam’s face was stoic. He leaned over and kissed Madeleine on the cheek. “A peace offering, dear.” His voice dropped with disgust, but Madeleine smiled.

“Why thank you, darling.” Her voice was sickly sweet.

Riley felt a wave of nausea rise. She waited in the hall for the all clear before storming back to her room.

Bastien didn’t follow her.

April 9, 2018

The night before the Engagement Tour was headed to New York, Riley sat in her cabin, she knew what she needed to do so as not to create another scandal for her or Liam. She told Maxwell she wasn’t feeling well and would not be attending that night’s festivities. As the train was emptied, save for some staff, she called her friend who could help her change her name and to get her out of Italy. She packed up and headed out to the cab she had called and made it to the airport. She was going to fly her friends home and meet up with them there.

She was headed back to New York just her and the baby. She thought to herself as the plane left the ground, it’s what’s for the best.

Liam waited in his cabin for Riley on the train, wondering if Riley was okay after not meeting him the night before. He wanted to check on her, but Liam thought he’d just ask her at breakfast.

After not seeing her at breakfast, he asked Drake if he had seen her.

“No Liam, I haven't seen her. Maybe Olivia or Maxwell saw her. I went to a dive bar in town,” Drake chuckled. Drake slapped Liam on the back. “I’m sure she’s okay. Maybe with the bad weather we had getting here, the ride might have made her uneasy?” Drake peered at his best friend.

Liam didn’t look convinced. “I suppose. Thanks, Drake, I’ll check with them.”

He pulled out his phone to shoot a text to Riley asking if she’s okay. after a minute it came back undelivered. Hmm, that’s strange. I wonder if it’s because there's a bad signal on the train.

He stepped off the train to get a better signal and tried again, again undelivered. Worry surged through him. He called his head guard.

“Bastein, can you try to ping Riley’s phone? I’m getting an undelivered message. I’m worried.”

“Sure thing, Your Majesty. Have you checked her cabin this morning?”

Liam groaned. Of course. Drake said she may be unwell. She’s probably sleeping.

“No, I didn’t think about that, Bas. Madeline was at my door first thing in the morning, setting up more meetings while on the tour. I’ll go in a few minutes.” Liam took a deep breath. “any luck on Lady Riley’s phone?” Liam didn’t like the pause on the other end of the phone. “Bastien,” Liam prompted.

“No, Sir. It says her phone is off.”

Where is she? Liam panicked.

“Meet me at Lady Riley’s cabin.”

He ran back into the train straight to Riley’s room. He began pounding on her door. “Riley? Riley, are you okay?” His voice was more panicked than he would have liked.

“Your Majesty, if I may?” Bastien had materialized next to Liam. He held up a card. “The passkey.”

“Yes, Bastien. please.”

Liam walked in and shut the door behind him while Bastien waited outside. He looked around, and headed straight for the bathroom, thinking she was in the shower, but she wasn’t there. He noticed her makeup and toiletries were gone as his eye scanned the bathroom. Panic set in as he was he was sure she must have left. No, no, no! He thought.

As he was exiting her cabin, he saw an envelope on her dresser. With shaking hands he picked it up. It had his name. his eyes glazed over with unshed tears as he opened the letter:

My Dearest Liam,

It is with a heavy heart that I write you this letter.

I have tried to be so strong throughout this Tour, but it has become too much. I can no longer keep on doing this— Seeing her with you every day and stealing just minutes with you.

It will be better for you if I were out of the picture. I will be forever grateful to House Beaumont for their kindness and generosity towards me.

I wish you and Countess Madeleine nothing but the best in your marriage .

King Liam and Queen Madeline, Long may they reign.

Love, Lady Riley

*************************************************

PERMA

@kingliam2019

@glaimtruelovealways @kimmiedoo5 @imthequeenofcordonia @texaskitten30 @dcbbw @drakewalker04 @hopefulmoonobject @kimmiedoo5 @cordonia-gothqueen @custaroonie

JOHN DEERE GREEN

@ac27dj @we-lazystudent @my0123456789universe @maxwellisangry @princessleac1 @queenwalton @ravenpuff02 @shz256 @d0nuts-c0ff33 @marietrinmimi @losingbraincellseveryday @camersworld @cordonianroyalty @sanchita012 @thedoublemajor-blog @theeccentricbibliophile @drakewalker04 @cordonianroyalty @bloodboundchoices @axwalker @gardeningourmet @bebepac @euvickmarketing @sanchita012 @theroyalromanceforever @kate-mckenzie @the-food-hole

RAGS TO RICHES

@mom2000aggie

@marshmallowsaremyfavorite

@twinkle-320

@queen-arabella-of-cordonia

@furiousherringoperatortoad

29 notes · View notes

teenitinygod · 5 years ago

Text

Hello, Hello, this is the person who did the last submit. Thank you for the offer but I don’t have a discord account, Idon'thaveanyfriendswhouseittowarrantmakingone.

Although, if you liked my previous submit, I thought you might be interested in hearing me out when it comes to mischaracterization since I didn’t go into detail in my previous submit since that’s a whole rant of its own. I’ll be taking inspiration from neutinya’s haikyuu mischaracterization post but give it a BSD twist. My intention isn’t to call specific people out, I’m simply going off what I’ve seen within the fandom. Which in turn leads to diluting or mischaracterizing a character until they’re nearly unrecognizable or portraying them in a bad light that they don’t deserve. There may be a few tw instances, so you’re free to edit this post as you see fit and add any necessary warnings.

So to begin with. Let’s get the big one out of the way real quick.

- Dazai -

If I had a dollar for every time I’ve seen Dazai being portrayed as nothing more than a twofaced lying bastard, I wouldn’t have to work anymore. Most of these support it by saying that he doesn’t actually trust the ADA since he didn’t tell them about his past and doesn’t inform them of every little thing. Basically, they portray him as being 100% an act who doesn’t care about anyone. And then berate him by saying that they refuse to take his mental health seriously until he’s shown to have a breakdown.

I believe anyone who has suffered from depression or any other kind of mental health issue has felt the need to act happy all the time when in public and then quiet down when they’re alone. That doesn’t make them a fake. They are under no obligation to tell every single thing going across their mind to their friend and that same logic applies to Dazai.

Moreover, we also have to take into consideration Dazai’s past. He simply can’t afford to make himself vulnerable. There’s literally a list of people out for his head. Additionally, of he were to tell everything to the ADA, he would be potentially dragging his new friends into his own mess and put them in unwarranted danger. Sure, the ADA already deals with a lot of dangerous stuff but I doubt he would purposely put them in harms way because of what he would consider his own selfishness.

Now in the terms of romance. A lot of people just mark him as the one who could never be faithful. I believe a romantic relationship with Dazai would be completely trust based. Ergo, a “love at first sight” scenario would definitely lead to it becoming nothing more than a one-time fling. To go off your last Dazai scenario, I actually do believe that if Dazai felt like he was getting too attached to someone, he might try to push them away out of utter self-loathing that he could never give them what they want. Essentially, fearing a scenario like that in No Longer Human where Yozo got together with Yoshiko and she ended up getting raped because of his involvement with her.

Atsushi isn’t just a crybaby. He’s brave simply because of the fact that he’s willing to do his best despite his fear. Moreover, his initial fear of being seen as a burden to the ADA is completely valid when you take into consideration his past treatment. A lot treat him as dull and boring character and go on about preferring his Beast counterpart. It’s fine to have a preference but I don’t think this is a reason to hate on him since the point of Beast was to elaborate on how alike Atsushi and Akutagawa are by putting them in the other’s shoes. And we see in even Beast, Atsushi is just the ultimate good boy cinnamonroll.

In romance, I keep seeing him being forced to portray the badboy roll and being just terrible to whoever is his partner within the story. Do people really think that he would so much as even consider berating his partner after all he’s been through?

- Kunikida -

He isn’t just some emotionless asshole. He cares. He’s just doesn’t show it in the most conventional way some are used to. Perhaps this is because the anime caused confusion by changing the time setting of the Azure Disciple event— But within the novel you can tell that he cares for and eventually starts to think highly of Dazai as the story progresses. He doesn’t express it since Dazai would tease him to the ends of the earth. But there were moments like in the embassy in which he mentally admired how talented he was. Or how elaborated that his way of knowing when something was wrong with Dazai was when he starts acting “normal”. As the novel put it, basically, weird is normal for Dazai while normal is weird. So when Dazai starts acting “normal” that’s his way of knowing that something is up.

In terms of romance… I swear I want to fight someone. The majority of Kunikida content I find usually involves him be pedophilic by having this thing for schoolgirls or just has whoever is his partner constant cry at him that he doesn’t love them since he doesn’t show his affection the conventional way. Then, the story goes on about how the partner keeps trying to change them. For starters. There is nothing wrong with having the thought of an ideal partner. Most of have twisted the idea of him having an ideal partner as him having this list of physical traits he wants them to have or some crap like that. Do people really think he’s that shallow? Having an ideal partner just means that you know what you want in a partner. Like how they treat you, if they’re neat and polite, etc. Moreover, we’ve seen time and time again that despite what he says, Kunikida is still willing to bend a little. Obviously he will hold his ground if you berate his ideals. But it’s possible to change his mind if you respect his ideals and offer alternatives and are willing to work with him.

- Chuuya -

Look. I don’t care what you ship. But Chuuya is way more than just that one guy who is constantly yelling about Dazai. He has every right to be portrayed as his own character without the need to involve Dazai around the line.

He may be angry when Dazai is involved but he’s the nicest grump you’ll ever see towards everyone else. In the spin-off novel, there’s a scene where he talks to Tsujimura, for example. He still kept this badass aura but spoke to her with the dignity and presence of a respectable mafia executive. Moreover, I noticed this why checking. Kyouko really did make sure he drank his respect-women dose every day since I noticed he never actually curses at female characters. With the Tsujimura scene, for example, he kept his usual rude speech but didn’t start to actually curse until Ango was brought up. With the battle against Yosano, he never pulled the “oh, you’re just a woman” crap when they appeared.

In the terms of romance. I swear I feel the need to break someone’s nico-nico-kneecaps for the outrageous amount of fics I find with Chuuya straight up raping his partner. Like, the man didn’t even want to fight against his sheep friends when they literally and figuratively stabbed in him in the back. It’s hard for me to imagine him as someone who wouldn’t treat his partner with the utmost respect in the world.

- Higuchi -

People seriously need to stop hating on her just ‘cause she’s “getting in the way of ships.” The gal clearly cares about Akutagawa and I don’t think it’s fair to hate on her just because of that. On that note, the whole idea of hating on female characters under the pretext of them getting in the way of ships seriously needs to stop. The fact that a female character cares for a guy, be it romantically or not, isn’t an excuse to antagonize them and treat them as an eyesore. She’s funny, she’s goofy, She’s just an ordinary lady who might be momentarily blinded by affection and get carried away. Which surely must happen to anyone who has experienced some kind of crush.

In the terms of romance. I haven’t read much fics with Higuchi as the main love interest. However, I have seen the AkutawagaxSomeoneElse types who just blatantly portray Higuchi as this terrible and wicked woman who is trying to ruin Akutagawa’s partner’s life. Sure, Higuchi may be heartbroken that she couldn’t be the chosen one but I doubt she would stoop as low as to ruin Akutagawa’s potential happiness. The most she would do is perhaps investigate if they’re a spy who intends to harm or use him.

- Yosano -

She’s a strong independent woman, enough said. I feel like a lot of people interpret her dislike for weak men as her either disliking physically weak men or disliking men altogether. Naturally, a strong woman would want and deserve someone who is equally as badass as them. So what I interpret her saying when she says she dislikes weak men is that she dislikes mentally weak men who bend over backwards easily and men who are so petty that they feel the need to look down on women just because of the fact that they’re a woman. The anime did her dirty by sexualizing her during her first introduction. We all know that one scene where she strips off her shirt before treating Tanizaki. Heck, I remember when I first saw that scene without knowing much about BSD I legit thought her healing ability involved her having sex with the guys. It was only until I read the manga some time later that I realized that wasn’t the case.

In the terms of romance. Again, she has every right to have someone as strong as herself. A badass would want someone who is just as badass standing as their partner. Moreover, I haven’t seen it to the degree as Higuchi’s case but I have seen the occasional hate on her under the pretext that she’s getting in the way of ships. To which I say again: We seriously need to stop antagonizing female characters who so much as exist in the same panel as a male character that’s involved in a popular fandom ship.

——–

Well then. Those were the most prominent ones that came to mind, so I surely left out some characters who have been mischaracterized just as badly.

Thank you for your time.

Ok quickly, our discord (dazai simps) is open to having you. We love new friends and meeting people, so an open invite is available. i couldn’t agree with you more- i hate how Dazai is portrayed sometimes, his emotions are complex and he’s not as simple as an angsty suicidal flirt. Especially went the reader comes into the picture and it turns into a “love at first sight” thing. They may be fictional characters but i care that the characters i write for are as close to accurate as i can

I’ll go deeper into this later but i agree

Also I love when you send me these, i love reading them and you’re so sweet <3

34 notes · View notes

solarwriting · 5 years ago

Text

Plane Rides

Next >

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader x Michelle Jones (Eventually)

Platonic | Romantic | Familial | Other

Word Count: 900+

Warnings: None

Request: N/A

NOTE: This is a starter for a series if enough people are interested, it may also contain Far From Home spoilers.

The Blip

That's what they call it, when 50% of the population disappeared and

reappeared five years later. Y/n Lang, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, and

Ned Leeds are just a few of many high schoolers who Blipped on that fateful day five years ago

Y/n Lang, adopted by Scott Lang after the Civil War between Captain America and Ironman:

Y/n was helping Ant-man, who just revealed he could expand to everyone besides Y/n. She was flinging any smaller sized objects she could at Spiderman who was flinging around Scott. Spiderman had managed to dogea fragment from a car before wrapping his webs around Ant-man’s legs so Ironman and War Machine could knock him down. On his way down, Ant-man hit Spiderman, causing him to fly through the air and land by Y/n, his mask partially off his face.

“Peter?” Y/n questioned as she leaned closer to him. Ironman flew down and landed by Peter, telling him he was done, “Hold on. Peter Parker? From Midtown.” Y/n pulled her hood down, revealing her face to Peter and Tony, “Y/n?”

“Hold on,” Tony paused and looked between the pair, “You two know each other?”

“Uh, yeah Mr. Stark. We go to the same school.” Peter explained.

Y/n stepped in, “It’s more than that, we’re on the debate team together.”

“Well, shit. I don’t care what side the two of you are on, you’re both done.”

Y/n chuckled to herself as she listed to Peter and Ned babble about Europe. “What are you

smiling at?” MJ asked, turning to Y/n.

Y/n’s face flushed and she straightened up in her seat, “Oh, just when I ran into Peter when we were both doing Stark internships.”

“Oh,” MJ smiled, “Uh you guys should download VPNs so the government can’t track you while you’re out of the country.”

“MJ, stand up. Ned, take MJ's spot. MJ, you take my spot. Peter, let's get you out of there. Zach and Sebatian, take Peter and Ned’s seats.” Y/n heard Mr. Harrington order faintly, her eyes closed. “Y/n, you need to go sit by MJ.” Y/n opened her eyes with furrowed brows, “Peter has a perfume allergy.” Y/n cocked her head at Peter who look just as confused.

Y/n sighed before grabbing her small bag and taking it to sit on MJ’s other side. “Sorry.” Y/n whispered as she pushed her way past Brad and MJ.

“I have a dual headphone adapter if you want to watch a movie.” Brad told MJ.

“Yeah, only if it’s depressing or hilarious.” MJ turned to Y/n, “Do you want to watch a movie? You still have that triple headphone adapter, right?” Y/n nodded, passing the aforementioned adapter to MJ who plugged it in alone with three pairs of headphones the plane provided.

Brad sighed as he took the headphones MJ offered him. “Well, what movie are we watching?”

Y/n and MJ looked at each other with a smile before saying the title of their favorite movie in sync. “Yes! I knew there was a reason to keep you around, Y/n.”

The trio got comfortable (some more than others) and began playing the movie. Y/n cracked another joke at the expense of one of the movie characters casing MJ to laugh, leaning her head towards Y/n. Y/n laughed, too, her head leaning against MJ’s. They both looked at each other before looking away quickly, putting all attention back to the movie.

Y/n must have fallen asleep before the end of the movie because she was jolted awake by plane turbulence. Y/n was about to reach up to rub her eyes but she stopped herself when she felt pressure on her hand, she looked down and noticed her hand was grasping MJ’s. Y/n pulled away quickly, “Sorry, not used to flying.” Yn quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom h=behind the section of seats.

Y/n sighed, looking in the mirror. The small bit of mascara she had on was smudged under her eyes, making her look much more tired than she actually was. She turned the faucet on, letting the water wet her hands before she wiped the mascara smudge off her face. Y/n looked in the mirror again, this time satisfied with her appearance and dried her hands. She pulled the sleeves of her sweatshirt down to cover her hands in an attempt to warm them. She sighed again pulling the door open to reveal Peter looking nervous on the other side.

Y/n’s eyes widened, she wasn’t sure why her heart started racing but she averted her eyes to the ground as she made her way past Peter and back to her seat. “Hey,” MJ whispered (most passengers on the plane were asleep, including Brad who sat right next to her). “It’s okay that you held my hand. I’m not used to planes either.”

Y/n smiled and nodded, the small blush on MJ’s cheek not going unnoticed by Y/n. She gestured to the headphones on the tray in front of them, “Another movie?” MJ nodded with a smile as she grabbed the headphones and handed a pair to Y/n.

The movie watching didn’t last long because soon both girls were fast asleep, Y/n’s head on MJ’s shoulder. And they soon woke up to the commotion of the plane preparing for landing. They were in Europe.

174 notes · View notes

aures-rose · 4 years ago

Photo

Disclaimer: Very much and very little have happened since my last update. I broke my ankle last month and that’s kept me from really roleplaying and writing like I might normally in frequency, quality, and duration. Despite this, I have a lot to write since a lot of this happened before my incident. Anyways! To the entry!

Dear Diary,

So much has happened since my last entry! Where do I even start? I had my first practical potions lesson this year! Deputy Headmistress is teaching it, and she had a cauldron of a love potion called Amortentia. It smelled like firewood and the ocean and flowers, wisteria I think. Maybe lavender. Someone, I think it was Eve, said it smells like whatever you find the most attractive. So I guess I like campfires by the sea. Which makes sense actually, we always had that campfire under the pergola where Mother’s wisteria grew. Anyways, Eve and I brewed the Antidote to Common Poisons which seems like a useful thing to be able to brew. I didn’t even know I could brew, but I didn’t mess up!

After class, Eve and I went down to the campsite near Dumbledore’s grave and we hung out for a while. She told me how she and Marigold had talked about doing a group Halloween costume for the bash this year as plants that can be found in the forest. Eve really likes herbology you see and she got a book from her mum about different plants, I think she said they may have been Victorian plants, I can’t remember. She was talking about going as some kind of mushroom and I had the idea of being a rose, with a paper mache rose head on or something.

Later on I ran into Margo again. She was heading back to the common room and since I knew a shortcut through Lady Prudence, I showed it to Margo. I told her it really pays off to talk to the portraits in school and she said she’d have to talk to more of them. She invited me into the first year dorm where she was supposed to meet Venus- another first year. Venus was going to tell Margo a secret. Margo took me to their dorm and introduced me to Venus who seems really nice and likes plants. Her mum plays music too, piano I think she said. I promised to show her where the music room is sometime, a lot of first years seem to not know about it, I guess because we have no music professor this year. Venus and Margo both showed me their beds, Margo likes plants and Venus also likes stars! Then Venus told us she’d overheard a friend talking to a boy and she’d learned of a secret room through one of the portraits. She was supposed to show us the next day but I ended up being really busy. I’ll have to ask Margo to show me sometime. Also, I think I really like the name Venus. I know it’s a planet and a Roman Goddess, but I like it because how romantic it sounds.

Anyways, I had Herbology with Eve next. I really do hate Herbology. I mean, I like looking at flowers and plants but I just don’t get it. But in class we were collecting mushrooms from the edge of the forest. Venus asked me to partner with her but I’d already partnered with Eve so I had to tell her no. Eve and I talked about herbology for a while and mostly she picked all the mushrooms with these really nice scissors she had. After class, we sat in the courtyard and talked. We decided instead of going by the dock, we were going to sneak brooms and fly to a secret place on the castle which will become our secret place. We’ll bring supplies like blankets and stuff and we’ll hide out there for our sleepover.

We also talked about Ghoul Studies because it was going to be our next class. We talked about Professor Esper and how romantically he talks and also how he wears… a flower on his suit which Eve says represents mourning, or it did in Victorian times. I wonder if Professor Esper is mourning a long dead sweetheart from his days as a student. Wouldn’t that be romantic? In class the Head Boy, Elliott sat near us and we both told him we’d bet money on him with Nora for the TriWizard Cup. Professor Esper also had asked Eve to cast a spell and levitate all the homework to his desk but she couldn’t do it. She asked me for help and I was actually able to do it!

Then came DADA. Not the good DADA though. No. DADA with stupid Professor Vikander. Can you believe he took TWENTY POINTS from Gryffindor just because some boy’s spell backfired? That made me so mad! My blood actually started to boil, I swear! Actually, my hands did get really hot and so did my face and the edges of my eyes got real blurry like… I couldn’t help it and I ended up yelling at Professor Vikander. I… said some not nice things about how he didn’t care about his students and I wished I was a Hufflepuff because Professor Priaulx is better and actually cares. I can’t believe he let me get away with everything I said, really. Tom and Eve were trying really hard to calm me down and I think that’s the only reason I really left the class. It’s so embarrassing getting angry like that. I need to remember to take my calming drought always. Anyways, we were making our way down the tower and there was a crowd at the bottom. And in that crowd was the boy who’d lost us all those points. I couldn’t help myself! I tried to petrify him… from there it all went crazy. Everything happened so fast but Eve tackled me and my spell hit Talula I think. Elliott came down and pulled Eve off me and she explained she wasn’t attacking me, she was trying to stop me and then everything got even crazier!! I don’t remember everything that happened because Eve surprised me so bad and I started to feel really embarrassed and ended up crying. Eventually Professor Vikander came down and everything was still crazy but Talula gave me a calming drought bc the one in my backpack got shattered. Then Professor Vikander sent Eve and I to the Hospital Wing. I apologised to her there and she told me I had nothing to be sorry for and…. That Lex… Lex Ashworth had said something very cruel. He’d been talking to Aloy but he called her a fire flinging freak and… I mean… sure, he was mad at Aloy but… if that’s what Lex thinks of her… what about Talula? Or me? My family? I come from a line of fire flinging freaks even if I’ve never managed it myself…

After that, I kind of laid low for a while, avoiding everyone. Especially since… after that, my eye got even worse. I don’t know why but instead of two pupils, now there’s three. Am I doomed to just keep getting more and more? Will my other eye become freaky next? I don’t know what to do about it but I can’t keep ignoring it so I’ve been trying to do research on curses and what kind might have caused this. I plan on speaking to Professor Macauley about it as soon as possible and if he doesn’t have answers I’ll go to Professor Blightly and then O'Keeffe if she doesn’t. I have to figure this out and how to go back to normal or at least how to stop it.

Then it was announced there was going to be a fashion show. I don’t know anything about fashion and I don’t really care but Gwyn, my mentor, was running the meeting so I decided to go to support her. Somehow I ended up being chosen to represent our house in the casual category. I ended up wearing my red jumper dress with a white t-shirt, a red flower crown of flowers I don’t know what they’re called but they remind me of the Christmas flowers, red flags, my red backpack, and of course, my violin case. I also put stars on my face, because I like decorating myself. The fashion show was really scary honestly but Talula put some lipgloss on me and everyone was really supportive. It was scary walking on stage on front of everyone and I was afraid I’d like or fall off stage but I did it! And I never want to do it again! I’d watch it again though!

Talula also ran a club called Spark Club this month. Spark Club is where you can meet new friends or dates. I only wanted friends so I put that when I signed up. Somehow Talula pairs you with three people, I don’t know how, and you spend a few minutes talking and getting to know each other with the talk starter Tal gives you. My first pair was Bailey but I think he was late getting there so Margo and her match, Dana, who is a first year in our house talked to me for a little bit. Margo said I could be a model because of how tall I am but I definitely don’t want that. Eventually Bailey showed up and we talked about getting into trouble a little bit. My next pair was named Gage but he never showed up so I sat around and watched everyone else for a bit. Lastly, I was paired with Eve! Talula said we were too cute not to pair up and I told Eve it was destiny! She was talking to an older student named Romi Clementine. Romi is a fourth year I think and she’s really pretty, like a doll. She was even dressed like a doll in this frilly red dress. She said she liked charms and Homemaking Magic and that the Spark Club was a little too noisy for her which I totally get.

Oh, Eve also gave me a book at Spark Club. It’s called Coraline and she said she wanted us to choose characters from the book for our Halloween costumes instead. I’m going to start reading it tonight, just as soon as I finish writing in you. She said it was one of her favourite books and I think it’s nice to see what your friends like if you want to get close to them. She also said she’d like it if we all started a book club. So I’m going to read some of this and then maybe we can sit around and have a talk about it!

Oh! The Triwizard Tournament is closing in, I don’t remember if I told you but Hogwarts is hosting it this year. Saturday the other schools arrived. It was amazing. The Beauxbatons students are so elegant and graceful! They arrived in a blue flying carriage pulled by winged horses that were all golden! When their Headmistress stepped out she looked like an ice princess with all these feathers on her dress. Then the students came out with all this beautiful water magic and there were golden sparks and it was all amazing. The Durmstrang students were intimidating! It’s crazy to me to think that if Grandmother Banon had remained in Bulgaria, I could have been a Durmstrang student too. I couldn’t imagine that! They’re so serious and like… They arrived in a ship that came out of the lake, bursting through the ice alongside all these patronuses! The students came marching off the ship with these torches held over their heads and then the flames leapt from their torches and made this arc and the Deputy Headmistress came marching off. I don’t think anyone’s seen the Headmaster yet, apparently he wasn’t feeling well.

There was also a HUGE feast where Headmistress O’Keeffe explained all the rules of the tournament, apparently you can only participate if you’re 17. Then she revealed the Goblet of Fire! It’s got these blue flames and it was super cool to watch. There’s also these blue flames around the Goblet which apparently keeps anyone under 17 from trying to put their name in. I wonder who will be chosen from each school… I can’t imagine being chosen for Hogwarts… I hope though… I hope one day I can be in the Triwizard Tournament. Could you imagine? Aures Truegarden, Triwizard Tournament Champion. I’ve heard some students talk about trying to sneak their names into the Goblet but I’m not ready and I know that. I’m still just a kid. But one day!

That’s almost everything, I think. The only thing left is to tell you I’ve found a new project! I’m going to try to learn a musical piece called The Devil’s Trill. It’s by Tartini. I was reading a music book and I found a story about it and really wanted to learn it after that. This composer, Giuseppe Tartini was having a hard time making money as a violinist. He decided he wanted to die- that’s sad isn’t it?- but before he did, he wanted the chance to dream for one last night. That night he dreamed of the devil! Or is it, a devil? Anyways, he told his friend,some French astronomer that he dreamed the devil came and asked him to be his teacher. At the end of their lesson, Tartini gave the devil his violin and asked him to play, to see how good the Devil was. The devil played so amazingly that it took Tartini’s breath away. How I wish I could play that well. Anyways, Tartini woke up with a jolly and jumped out of bed, immediately writing down the sonata and trying to catch what he’d heard in his dream. The Sonata became super successful! Everyone said that you could hear bells and chimes during the performance and that it felt like the room was getting smaller and smaller but Tartini said it was nowhere near as perfect as what he heard in his dream. I want to learn to play The Devil’s Trill and make people feel something. Anyways, I should start this book but… goodnight diary! Thanks for always listening!</p>

#roleplay #harry potter roleplay #second life roleplay #veela #Gryffindor #mischief managed #second life

1 note · View note

annsparksthegmr · 4 years ago

Text

Pokemon Black Nuzlocke - Part 3

Continuing on with my Pokemon Black Nuzlocke for those interested. For a quick summary of my Nuzlocke so far in a nutshell: “I’ve got no Flying-Types and I swear Critical Hits are happening to me every other turn. Also by the way, can I mention how nearly all my Pokemon are females and I’m usually used to getting males?” But there had been progress made if you want to read it below. Because, quite a bit happens as I start off with Route 4.

So back to Pokemon Black Nuzlockes I go and my next encounter in Route 4 as a Darumaka. Never got to use one, let alone a female one. Her nickname is… well… *looks up random names that might fit*. Let’s call her Ramona. Who shall now be replacing Ghost Girl since as Liepard is not really pulling any weight. Also I kicked Cheren’s butt. Thus I fully went onto journeying through Route 4. Quick notes shall follow if anything of interest happened.

Fighting-Type Pokemon are the current bane of my party. I got no Pidove and thus no Flying-Type or anything super effective against them. Which is troubling when it comes to dealing with Timburr.

Went to visit the Desert Resort and get some encounters there. Just in case I suddenly have Pokemon faint during the upcoming battles. And I think giving Pebbles the Quick Claw is worth it, as having a Roggenrola who can outspeed others is fun. Captain finally evolved from a Tympole to a Palpitoad; meaning also I know have a Pokemon who is only super duper weak to Grass. My encounter for the Desert Resort turns out to be a female Sandile. Who I quickly just tossed the Quick Ball. Her nickname shall be Cassandra and she’ll chill in the Box in case I need.

Now considering the fact I could theoretically catch a Volcarona later on during the post game (depending on whether or not I decide to Nuzlocke post-game story.) I just decided to use Repels for the castle. But I managed to find the person with the fossils. And as much as I wanted to get the Tirtouga, I was considering getting Archen in case I could not find a Pokemon capable of using Fly later on. But I decided to screw my luck and took the Cover Fossil. Bias and planning be damned. (I shall revive it when I need the Pokemon and once I can learn Fly.)

I did some more grinding to get everyone up to Level 25 before heading into Nimbasa City. Pebbles evolved into a Boldore. Making her the last main evolution for the journey to Nimbasa City. But upon arriving in the city after getting free Ultra Balls, Team Plasma appeared harassing an old man. Which I had to beat up and got the bike! Hooray for faster travel! Got the Strength HM and decided between going to the Amusement Park and Bianca, I chose to ride with N in the ferris wheel. Because that sounded more exciting and as much as I’m poking fun at things, I really enjoy this game.

The ferris wheel ride ended as I faced off against N. Which could have been a challenge… if I didn’t have Captain. Like he quite literally just swept most of his team. Though I had Zigzapzop finish off the Sigilyph. Then I amused Bianca with the Pokemon Musical stuff. (Look, this was my jam back in the day. I used to be a master of these when I was younger. Too bad it doesn’t do anything in terms of Nuzlocke from my memories.)

Exiting the building is the sweet scene with Bianca, her father and Elesa. Like these moments are what I live for which Sword and Shield did not give me. Which is unfortunate. But in other news I decided to venture into the Big Stadium and Small Court to level my team up just a bit more for the upcoming Gym Battle. I was pretty confident with the current team I had. And getting them just a few more levels and getting some Amulet Coin boosted cash would work for my preparations. As Elesa literally swept my old team as a child. Which, since I mainly had Zipzagzop, Captain and Pebbles on my team, I was feeling pretty better about my odds.

With overconfidence and just now remembering Emolga is a Pokemon which exist, I waltz into the roller coaster Gym leading with Captain and Pebbles to take down Elesa. Which is troublesome considering the damage Volt Switch Emolga do. Though having Power Gem just fling out super effective moves does work out pretty well. Not to mention how Power Gem avoids the Static from Emolgas. Can I just say that the RNG Pokemon loves to toy with my emotions by having a Volt Switch nearly bring down Pebbles to 3 HP from a CRITICAL HIT. Poor Pebbles she did not deserve that. So for the second Emolga, I switched into Captain to prepare for the Zebstrika. He took it down with a Round, since Pebbles weakened both flying squirrels. Which left Captain to face down her ace Pokemon. And thankfully, because of the Water/Ground typing, made it a quick sweep of Captain defeating her Zebstrika. Plus it did help Elesa for some reason decide to waste her Hyper Potion on her Emolga.

Securing the fourth Gym Badge, needless to say I felt so proud of both Pebbles and Captain for cleanly saving my team from losing anyone else. I never got to use either Pokemon in my original run and I can’t help but be proud of them. If only I could say the same for Puppy. Sadly, a policeman on Route 16 decided it would be funny to take out my own Herdier with a CRITICAL HIT Take Down. Poor baby, I didn’t mean for her to take the hit but alas there goes my second death. I personally feel hurt about losing her to a random Trainer battle.

My Route 16 encounter was actually a double-battle one. But one was a Liepard - which I had. The other was a female Trubbish - which I chose as my encounter since I didn’t have one. I gave her the nickname of Trashie because I suck at nicknames at times. Though I don't have any real reason to truly keep Trashie around. Because looking at the moves she learns, she won’t be a decent-enough Pokemon to add for type coverage. All she’s good at is taking out Grass and Bug-Type Pokemon. Which, I have Ramona for. So I’ll deposit her into the Box for safe-keeping. But for HM Cut sake, Ghost Girl is returning to the team to fill that spot. And I don’t want to really teach that to my Starter Pokemon.

But inside of the Lostlorn Forest, I got another encounter. Being that of a Male Cottonee! Catching him, I named him Lowen. He now rests in my box since I already have a Grass-Type. Missed out on getting a Tranquill but I’ve managed so far without a Flying-Type. I just hope to get a Pokemon capable of learning Fly soon enough.

Then I had the match with Cheren on Route 5. Defeated him, chatted with the Champion before we bullied two children on his behalf. Zigzagzop evolved during this process as well. What I once feared as a child is now at my side. And on Route 5, at first I got a dupes Liepard which I chose to skip over. Though in a random trainer battle I lamented how I long my Puppy, as she was my main counter to Psychic and Ghosts. And I still have no plans of using Ghost Girl. Then came the dupes Trubbish. Which I also skipped. And after some more dupes of Liepards and Trubbishes, I got another double encounter. This time with another Liepard and a female Minccino. Who, despite how doubtful I am of being of use, I nicknamed Lady. Lady will be in the PC until I have a need for her. That or she’ll just chill out in there for the rest of the run.

Driftveil Bridge was opened up thanks to Elesa. And thanks to that and a bit of checking, a female Ducklett finally appeared!!! Finally giving me an encounter on the bridge (or at least I think is a proper encounter) which may grant me a Flying-Type to add to the party. I caught her immediately and named her Odette. Who shall be added to my team as soon as I arrive into Driftveil City. Clay was there to meet us and I already remember why I liked him. But I kind of have some fears about facing his team in a Nuzlocke.

And here’s where I’ll end things for this update. Going to probably grind a bit before continuing on with the story. But I will say some of my team is a bit higher than I thought. Considering I have to fight Clay and his Excadrill, though, I got a feeling I’m going to have to be very cautious. Because I have heard Clay is a run ender with his Excadrill. Though hopefully it won’t stop me! Here will be the team updates regarding what has befallen everyone. Next time, I plan to at the very least defeat Clay and depending on how that goes, hopefully reach Chargestone Cave for what I believe is to be the N fight. That is the plan but who knows what will happen.

Until next time, thanks for reading this lovely experiment of a Nuzlocke!

Team Recap:

Queen - Female Servine (Lvl 26)

Pebbles - Female Boldore (Lvl 29)

Zigzagzop - Male Zebrastrika (Lvl 28)

Captain - Male Palpitoad (Lvl 30)

Ramona - Female Darumaka (Lvl 25)

Odette - Female Ducklett (Lvl 22)

In Box/Reserve:

Ghost Girl - Female Liepard (Lvl 20)

Cassandra - Female Sandile (Lvl 21)

Trashie - Female Trubbish (Lvl 22)

Lowen - Male Cottonee (Lvl 20)

Lady - Female Minccino (Lvl 23)

Deaths: 2

Fountain - Male Sampour (Lvl 15)

Puppy - Female Herdier (Lvl 25)

#pokemon black #pokemon black nuzlocke #personal rambling #considering doing art of this #would anyone be interested in that #like Pokemon nuzlocke art or mini comic #because I'd be down to try it out.#also I plan to link back to previous parts once this nuzlocke has reached its conclusion

1 note · View note

dibs4ever · 6 years ago

Text

From his View

The first time Barbara spends time with Dick Grayson she’s 13 years old. He had come home after a particularly lengthy shift, it was one of the first times he allowed her to be home alone and she was getting ready to go to bed.

“Hey sweetie” he smiled

She shot him a grin “Hey dad, glad you made it home okay”

He nodded “I talked to Bruce Wayne this afternoon”

Barbara rose an eyebrow at his random conversation starter

“Ya know the boy you met at the gala last week? His new ward?” He continued

Barbara nodded

“Well Bruce was wondering if you’d go to the Manor after school, tutor the boy and spend some time with him maybe” he explained

Barbara shook her head “You didn’t tell him I would did you? Dick is 10 years old. The last thing I want to do is spend all my free time with a 5th grader”

Jim smiled picking up a cup she had left on the coffee table and set it on a coster “He’s actually in 6th grade, he tested a grade above”

Barbara sent him a glare

“It’s not babysitting, the kid knows nobody his parents just died and Wayne enterprises keep Bruce busy. Plus honestly, I’d feel better knowing you aren’t here alone for such long stretches” he sat beside Barbara on her bed

“So it’s babysitting for me? Dad, you just stopped making Mrs.Andrews watch me” she waved

Jim shook his head “He said he’d pay you for your ‘bus fee’” he used air quotes “Which means in Bruce Wayne code it may be worth your while” he nudged her

Barbara thought for a moment before letting out a sigh “Fine tell him I’ll be there tomorrow” she reluctantly agreed

It doesn’t take long for Barbara to grow fond of Dick. Two weeks later Jim is sitting across from Barbara having dinner listening as she goes on and on telling a story Dick had told her about how he had helped the elephant tamers birth a baby elephant that he even got to name.

She continued to spend time with Dick for another 6 months. Bruce pays her $200 a week but after 3 months Barbara finds herself enjoying spending time with the younger boy so much that she tells Bruce not to pay her to hang out with him, that she’ll do it for free. He thinks she’s slightly disappointed when Bruce tells her he doesn’t need her to come over anymore because Dick has joined an after-school club. Jim doesn’t have time to question her though because he has work issues to focus on. It seems that The Batman added to his crime-fighting in the form of a kid dressed in Red, Yellow, and Green.

He meets new sidekick “Robin” as Batman seems to be calling him one night on the rooftop. Unfortunately, this is also a night that Barbara comes to the station with her. She runs up to the roof startling both him and the spandex-clad youth I front of him. Barbara stops talking mid-sentence and just stares at the boy. Do his demise the boy stares back at her, both of them silent. Feeling uncomfortable with the “Staredown” Jim quickly rushes his daughter off but not before mumbling under his breath “Not on your life Boy Wonder”

A year later a new vigilant makes it on the scene, this one a female. Batgirl her name is. Or so hers heard. He hasn’t actually seen this one. He figures Batman thinks he’ll start questioning his motives, smart move on the Dark Knights part.

At the Wayne Christmas Benefit gala, he notices how Dick and Barbara seem closer. Their ages are still quite different, she’s 15 almost 16 and he’s 12 going on 13 in the spring. He’s in 8th grade she’s in 10th. He doesn’t understand what it possibly could be that has brought them closer as friends but he’s happy she at least has someone to pass time with during Galas. He chuckles to himself when he notices the secret glances Dick is sending to his daughter. A cute little childhood crush he thinks to himself “In your dreams boy, she’s far too old for you”

That same year Barbara gets her first boyfriend. Charlie a blonde haired boy in her pre-calculus class. It doesn’t last long. He breaks up with her when she won’t “Put out” at first Jim is outraged but then he smiles when Barbara tells him she gave him a black eye.

Not too much changes over the next year. Gotham is crazier than ever keeping Jim very busy and away from him most days. Which is why he’s startled when he comes by the apartment really quick to grab his back up glasses. He pauses when he hears voices coming from Barbara’s room. He knew Barbara was home but figured she’d be asleep by now. He listens in from the other side

“Would you relax?” He hears Barbara say with a giggle

Who is she talking to? He thinks to himself

“Are you sure your dads not home?” He asks—-he is the voice of Dick Grayson

What’s he doing here? He’s about to open the door when the conversation continues

Dick shakes his head “Your right I thought I head something. I just can’t believe you’ve kept this from him as long as you have.”

“Admitting I’m better at you at something”

“Never” Dick responds with a chuckle

“Why don’t you prove it” Barbara responded lightly

Dick chuckles “Oh believe me I will”

What is going on? Barbara is 17, Dick is 14. Yeah he knew they had gotten closer after he started high school and they began going to the same school but he didn’t think they were- he hears a squeaking and quickly flings the door open

But what he sees is not what he expects. He catches the tail end of a black and yellow cape. The curtain now flapping in the wind. He walks over and shuts the window causing the squeak to come again. Five minutes later an officer over the radio reports a possible Batgirl and Robin sighting

My daughter is Batgirl, Dick Grayson is Robin

Jim decides not to let on that he knows.

Barbara begins college the next year, Dick is 15 but a junior in high school. Robin, Batgirl and Batman are still going strong. They’re at the Manor for a private dinner Bruce is hosting. Dick doesn’t join them, something about not feeling well Alfred mentions.

He buys it until he overhears Barbara and Dick in the living room after dinner

“Hey Dick calm down,” she says softly

They’re both sitting on the couch

“I can’t Babs I don’t know how much more of this I can take. We fight constantly about everything” he says his face in his hands

Barbara shakes her head resting a hand on his back. He’s grown a lot over the last year but she is still taller than him. “Hey it’ll pass you two care about each other”

“I’m always going to be in his shadow” he stuffs his face further into his hands. “I feel myself turning into him and that’s not what I want to be”

“Hey” Barbara touches his cheek causing him to look up “You are not living in his shadow, and you aren’t turning into him. Dick, you are kind and sweet. You make me laugh. You might up the room when you walk in” she leaned forward pecking his cheek lightly

“I better go, my dads, gonna be looking for me” she stands

Dick nods “Yeah, thank Babs for everything”

She nods and walks out the living rooms other exits

6 months later Dick is gone. “Boarding School” is what Bruce tells Jim and the public. But Jim feels it probably has something to do with his Robin duties. Barbara doesn’t say much about it but Jim knows she has to be upset about her friend's sudden leave of absences

It doesn’t take Batman long to find a new protégé. Six months later a new Robin is on the scene. Batman doesn’t introduce him to this one.

It’s not for 2 years that Dick Grayson returns. He’s 18 now and grown quiet immensely in the past 2 years. He’s taller, broader and more masculine.

“Dicks taller then me now,” Barbara says with a smile. She’s sitting at the table across from him at the cafe they met at for lunch. With his job at the department and hers at the library, they don’t see each other much. Not to mention she lives in her own apartment now. She’s 21 and recently gotten out of a relationship with Jason Bard. Jason worked for the department, he was an alright guy but Jim wasn’t too devastated when they called it quits. Jim nods “Oh yeah?”

Barbara smiles “Yeah but only by an inch. He’s grown a lot don’t you think?”

Jim nods “Yes he has he’s not that scrawny boy anymore”

Barbara laughs “Dick was never scrawny, but I agree he’s grown into his features.”

Jim takes a swig of coffee “Where is he living? With Bruce again?”

Barbara almost chokes on her coffee cake “No he’s uh staying in Bludhaven. Actually, he is joining the police academy “ she explains

Jim nods “Wow well tell him if he needs any help I’d be more then willing to give my advice”

Barbara nods “I definitely will”

It’s a few months later that he is at a Gala. Everyone beautifully dressed. Dick and Barbara are attached at the hip. Just like old times. But now it’s different. They are laughing and giggling and there’s a gleam in both their eyes. They’re both exchanging glances. Barbra is touching Dick's bicep and occasionally running her hands through his hair, He catches Dick checking out his daughter more than once. He wants to be mad but he catches her doing it to him too. This isn’t cute like it was when Dick was a child. No, it worries him. His daughter now has feelings for Dick Grayson and he can’t do anything about it.

#Dickbabs #DickBabs fanfiction #dick grayson #barbara gordon

134 notes · View notes

elzdaizy · 7 years ago

Photo

Smut: James Patrick March

You had been living at the Hotel Cortez for at least 2 months now and had become close with many residents belonging to the extraordinary place. Liz was who you considered to be your best friend, Sally was the one who you would get drunk with and play games when it would get boring, Donovan was like an older brother to you, and although The Countess never really bothered with you at all, you didn’t care for her much either. Then there was Mr. March who would always just appear on the odd occasion and you would both share interesting conversations with each other and he was also the one person there who you found yourself extremely attracted to.

One day you decided to stay in your room as you felt like having a lazy day. Watching scary movies, eating lollies and having a jam to some music on your spotify playlists, all whilst staying in your pyjamas the entire time. This is what you spent the most day doing until the late afternoon when someone knocked on your door.

“Coming!” You yelled, turning down the music and adjusting your pj’s. You opened the door to find Mr. March elegantly standing with a smile on his face.

“Oh hey March, I was not expecting you at all”. You admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed due to being in your childish clothes in front of such a man as March.

“Yes, quite the obvious fact dear, but I did come for a purpose and it to invite you to dinner tonight at my room, 7pm, do you find yourself available?” Mr. March was somewhat nervous which was unusual, did he find you attractive? Is this a date he’s proposing? You played it off calm and cool.

“Yeah sounds great, I’ll see you in two hours then?” You answered back plainly, not wanting to say anything foolish like “of course, i would love to” or “are you kidding me, um, yes!” which were the actual thoughts in your brain when he asked you.

“Splendid, until then Ms Y/L/N”.

You closed the door and began pampering yourself for tonight as you had no idea what was in store. You showered, shaved and did your makeup extra nice but not too caked on, deciding on wearing a red, tight, strapless dress with your hair down and a silver choker with some silver heels & earring.

Once ready, at 6:50 you left your room, making your way to Mr. March’s room, which you had never been to before so this was quite strange and foreign to you.

Knocking on the door at precisely 6:57pm, you were greeted by Mrs Evers, the Hotels head maid. She welcomed you with a smile and ushered you through to the dining are where March was standing in front of the window, looking through the curtains at the outside world whilst puffing on a cigar.

You coughed to gain his attention as you awkwardly stood in the middle of this large dining room. March turned instantly and walked over to you, his gaze was without a doubt roaming around your body, making you feel warm and clammy.

“You look absolutely exquisite dear, my what a beauty you are”. He complimented, taking your hand and placing a gentle, soft kiss to the back of your hand. He then escorted you to your seat at the table, being such a proper gentleman, it made you feel as though you were back in time in the 20′s whenever March was around.

“For starters we shall be having smoked salmon with prawns, horseradish cream & lime vinaigrette, the main course will be in fact, Moroccan quail with rose-petal sauce and cucumber relish and well, the dessert my dear shall just have to be a surprise.” March stated, all those foods sounded very pleasing to your ears.

The tension, sexually on your side of the equation felt very high in this environment. You couldn’t quite sit still as you didn’t know how to deal with such a presence as March’s.

“So, March, what’s your name? I’m getting bored of calling you March all the time”. You decided to break the ice.

“James, dear”. He smirked.

You both continued talking about yourselves, interesting topics and conversations until you had both finished your main courses.

“So, James, what’s for dessert then, if it beats what we just ate I swear I will be absolutely gobsmacked”. You honestly, half-jokingly admitted.

“I’ll get Mrs Evers to bring it out now, Mrs Evers! Dessert please”. James demanded. You had drunk about two and a half glasses of wine at this point and could start to feel the full effects coming on. Your confidence was through the roof and you knew you were going to say or do something stupid at any given moment.

As Mrs Evers left to go collect the desserts down in the kitchen, you saw it as in opportunity to seduce or at least turn on James. You sat quietly, staring at him until he noticed and you sent him a quick wink and lip bite. This was probably way too forward and you probably looked stupid you thought but you were too horny for him to even care right now.

“What was that for?” James asked, smirking slightly at your expressions.

“You’re dead Mr. March, not stupid”. You fired back, hoping he would catch on, as to which he did. His face went from smiley and cheeky to dark and lust hungry. His eyes trailing your body again, you could see the frustration in his face, you decided to play at this and bite your lip again.

The tension was disrupted by Mrs Evers entering the room once again, returning with the desserts, which was now the last thing on your mind. James did not break eye contact with you as Mrs Evers waddled over to him ready to place the food infront of him but he just raised his hand signalling her to shoo, go away, fuck off.

Once she left the room, James immediately rose from him chair and stormed over to the bedroom doors, flinging them wide open to expose a large king sized bed. He then walked his way slowly towards you holding his hand out to get you to stand, as to which you did.

Now face to face with James, your heart was beating like a thousand times per minute, until he forcefully grabbed the back of your head with one hand pulling you into a rough, passionate kiss, whilst using his other hand to unzip the back of your dress and letting it slide down revealing your breasts and underwear.

James stood back a took in the sight of you for a moment before muttering something under his breath and pulling you towards the bed. He ripped off your panties as he threw you onto the bed and spread both of your legs wide apart, exposing all of yourself to him. He was breathing heavily and licking his lips, he looked as if he didn’t know where to start, like a kid at an amusement park, it was very amusing.

“Y/N, you have no idea what I would love to do with your body”. James began talking as he stood back and removed his clothes, leaving only his underwear on before crawling onto the bed, between your thighs.

“Give me an idea then”. You replied, trying not to moan in aching for his touch. You arched your back and you finally felt his finger coming into contact with your wetness. “My, my, someone’s a bit eager?” He proudly reacted.

“Please, James”. You begged for more of him.

He then removed his underwear and got himself positioned nicely at your entrance before grabbing your face harshly with one hand as the other one was holding your leg in place and made you look directly at him. This was hot.

“I want you to watch me plunge into you, I want to see that pretty little face of yours as I show you wonders which you’ve never had before”. James aggressively demanded then let go of your jaw and licked his palm, rubbing you a few times, sending you moaning his name loudly and then thrust into you harshly but slowly. You could not contain your bodily noises as he fucked you so good like this. He began speeding up more and more, and kept making sure you both always kept eye contact by grabbing your face constantly turning it back to him.

“James I’m almost there”. You quivered, staring right into his eyes. You could tell he was too because the veins at the side of his head began showing and in his face he just looked like he was going to burst.

Moments later you went into a highly euphoric state. Twitching like crazy and vision became blurry for a matter of seconds. It was undoubtedly the highest pleasure you’d ever experienced.

James then finished with a loud grunt and then released himself from you, leaving a trail of kisses from your forehead to your breasts before crashing down onto the bed next to you.

After you both calmed down, you turned to look at him as he did the same to you and you caressed his face before gently giving him a kiss.

“Thank you, James, for that. I hope that wasn’t the only time” You admitted, grinning at him as to which he couldn’t help but smile.

“You must know that I may never let you go now, you simply belong to me”.

#ahs #ahs hotel #james patrick march #mr march #james march #james patrick march imagines #evan peters #evan peters imagine #american horror story #smut #evan peters smut

347 notes · View notes

socialsymphony · 7 years ago

Text

The End of Infinity (With You) So, @thekingslayerrollins had made a post about super dorky and klutzy Shield-era Ambrollins, and my brain went, “Yes! Do it! Write it now!”, so I did, and here we are, ~8.3k words later. (written in 4+1 format, covering five different moments in the Shield era.) @theawkwardfangirlwithavengeance 1. They're sweaty and euphoric, and Seth is pretty sure nothing will top this: Dean’s arms around his waist, titles slung over their shoulders, Roman grinning over at them with a proud, satisfied smile on his face.

“Damn good night, boys,” Roman says, grin widening. Seth can't–won't–argue that. Tag team champs, and Dean the United States champ? Fucking right, it was a good night. “Drinks on Dean?” Seth asks, hand on Dean’s forearm to keep him from pulling away at the joking suggestion. Dean grunts out an affronted, “Fuck you, no,” but he stops trying to pull away from Seth, his arms tightening a little more around Seth’s waist. It makes him sweat even more, Dean’s body so hot against him, but he'd never think of pulling away, not when this is all he's wanted for months: to be wrapped safe and secure in Dean’s arms, warmth of his breath tickling the hairs at the nape of Seth’s neck. Yeah, maybe he wants more, will always want more, but he's okay with this. He's good with this. He'd never do anything to ruin the easy friendship they have now. “Imma shower,” Roman says, laying his title over Seth's other shoulder. “Hang on to that, will ya?” Seth nods, agreeable as anything, riding the high of being a tag team champion, of having his first WWE title victory. “Hurry,” he says, letting his body relax back against Dean, “before this one tries to run away so he won't have to pay for our drinks.”

Dean pinches his side, but it only makes Seth laugh.

The bathroom door closes behind Roman, and the room settles into silence. Seth would be okay standing here for hours, but Dean’s restless energy starts getting the better of him, and he starts fidgeting, tapping his fingers against Seth’s stomach, swaying them lightly in place, and, reluctantly, Seth lets Dean go, pivoting to face him, smiling softly at the way Dean rolls his neck, cracks his knuckles, fingertips moving back and forth across the front plate of the title wrapped securely around his tiny waist. He looks–he looks perfect: sweaty and flushed, dimples deep pockets in his cheeks, blue eyes dancing happily and shining with pride. Seth doesn't give himself time to think twice, leaning in before he's aware he's doing it, eyes falling shut a moment before he's hit with a blinding pain. His eyes shoot open as much as they're able to, tears immediately clouding his vision, and there's a trickle of wet dropping down his face. Dean looks mortified, terrified, a hand over his mouth as he shakes his head, backing up and up until he falls down onto the bed. “Oh, god, Seth, fuck, I'm sorry,” he apologizes, looking for all the world like he's about to fling himself off a building. Seth shakes his head quick before tipping it back, metallic taste thick on his tongue. “S’okay,” he says, waving it off. It's his fault. He shouldn't have tried to do that. It was stupid. He blindly makes his way to the bathroom, grateful that none of them bother with locking the door. The shower curtain rattles to the side, and Roman's asking, “The hell happened?” Seth shrugs, leaning over the sink, drops of blood staining the white porcelain. “Tried to kiss Dean, and he headbutted me.” Roman barks out a laugh. “Man, bet he's kickin’ himself in the ass right now.” Most of the bleeding seems to have stopped, so Seth wets a washcloth and cleans his face, grimacing at the stained material. That'll be going into the trash. He turns his attention back to Roman, says, “Nah. He didn't want to. It's cool.” Roman laughs again, mocking, disbelieving. “Whatever you say, Seth. Can I finish my shower now?” The shower curtain is tugged back into place, and Seth makes a face at Roman that he can't see, a grin splitting his face as he flushes the toilet, dashing out of the bathroom before Roman starts cursing. Dean is still sitting on the bed, staring down at his feet, but he looks up at the sound of Seth closing the bathroom door, an eyebrow raised once the sound of Roman shouting hits him. “What'd you do?” he asks, picking up Roman’s and Seth’s titles from where Seth dropped them on the floor. “He was being a dick, so I flushed the toilet on him,” Seth says easily, shrugging. Dean hums thoughtfully, then pats the empty space on the bed beside him. “C’mere,” he says, reaching a hand out to Seth when Seth doesn't move immediately. Seth takes it, lets himself be guided by Dean, trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart. “You okay?” Dean asks, tracing his thumb lightly over the bridge of Seth’s nose. It makes him shiver, his pulse racing. Seth nods. “Yeah, I'm alright. No big deal, Dean.” “Wasn't exactly how I imagined our first kiss going,” Dean says, a rueful smile on his face. Seth is pretty sure his breathing has stopped, or maybe his heart, because Dean? He's thought about it? He's imagined it? Seth thought it was just him, just him feeling these things, that he'd forever be pining over Dean, stuck watching as Dean found some beautiful girl to commit himself to. “I–uh. What?” Seth is at a loss for words. He doesn't even think he knows the English language, at this point. Dean laughs softly. That will never fail to make Seth’s heart flutter in his chest, a caged butterfly trying to break free. “Don't move,” Dean says, one hand on Seth's jaw. His eyes are moving rapidly between Seth's eyes and his mouth, and all Seth can do is nod minutely, swallowing repeatedly and trying to remind himself to breathe. That all goes out the window the moment Dean's lips are on his, and it's everything and nothing he's ever dreamed of. Dean's lips are a little chapped, but they're soft, a little damp like Dean had just licked his lips, and it makes Seth whimper, clawing at Dean's side, trying to get closer, trying to get more. They're interrupted by the sound of Roman coughing, the bathroom door banging shut. “I see y'all finally found your coordination,” Roman teases, and Seth grabs the closest thing he can–a pillow–and throws it in Roman's direction, hiding the way his face is burning in the crook of Dean’s neck. 2. Dean’s hands are cradling Seth’s face, almost as if he’s afraid Seth’s going to break. ”M’fine, Dean, I promise,” Seth says, for what has to be the hundredth time. Roman doesn’t know why he’s even putting up any kind of argument. Dean is going to be Dean, is going to coddle and pamper Seth until he’s sure, absolutely sure, that Seth is okay, that there are no lasting marks or damage from Big Show’s knockout punch. They haven’t known each other all that long, not in anything more than a ‘yeah, I know that dude’ kind of way, but they’ve gotten closer over the last almost year, and Dean has changed so much, has grown so much. The one thing that Roman has learned, above all else, is that Dean doesn’t do anything halfway. He’s all in, or he’s all out, and though he may act tough, as though nothing can hurt or harm him, he’s a big ol’ softy, especially when it comes to Seth. Those two boys look at each other like they’re responsible for hanging the moon and the stars in the sky. When Seth’s hurt, Dean shoulders the blame, and it’s equal parts endearing and frustrating. Dean can’t be everywhere, can’t do everything, can’t save Seth from everything no matter how hard he tries, and boy does he try. Their match tonight with the Rhodes Brothers, for starters. Yeah, it was a no disqualification match, but Dean did everything he could to help. No one foresaw Big Show coming out, knocking them all out with that meaty fist of his, causing them their titles. But Dean blamed himself, said he shouldn’t have charged at him with the chair, should have gotten in the ring to protect Seth instead, instead of getting knocked out, only for Seth and Roman to follow suit. Roman returns his attention back to Seth and Dean, sitting on their hotel bed, Dean’s hands moving from Seth’s jaw to his neck to his shoulders, and Seth’s looking down at him with a fond, exasperated smile on his face. Dean loves Seth wholeheartedly, with every fiber of his being, like it’s all he needs to keep him going, keep him breathing, and it’s plain as day, the way he holds Seth, looks after him, even if he isn’t the greatest at looking after himself. ”Is it cool if we steal the shower?” Seth asks, holding Dean’s hands in his own. Seth may not be as obvious and out there about his feelings for Dean, but it’s there, in the quiet moments they’re together, in the way no one but Seth can calm Dean when everything gets to be too much, in the way Seth will sacrifice sleep or a workout to stay with Dean when he needs him. He’s never seen two people more perfectly made for each other, and he’s so damn lucky he gets to call these two his brothers. ”Yeah, go ahead,” Roman says, nodding at the door. He’s sore and achy, his back stinging and throbbing as much as his jaw and his head. A shower sounds great, but there’s no chance he’s moving anytime soon, not now that he’s comfortable on the bed he gets all to himself. He turns the tv on once Dean and Seth retreat into the bathroom, volume barely loud enough to cover the sounds of the shower running. There’s some ridiculous infomercial playing, people’s faces over-exaggerated, and it never fails to make Roman chuckle. There’s the sound of crashing and falling coming from the bathroom, and Roman is up and pulling the door open without a second thought to his back, his head, eyes wide at he stares down at his brothers laying in the bathtub, the shower curtain draped over them. ”What in the hell are y’all doin’ in here?” Roman asks, rubbing a hand over his face. These idiot fools. Seth’s face flushes. “Dean was trying to wash my hair, and it got a little ticklish.” Dean snorts, hiding his face in Seth’s shoulder. “Started flailin’ like a fish, Rome, should’ve seen him.” Roman shakes his head, says, “The room’s rented under my name tonight. Try not to break anymore shit, alright?” He leaves them in the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He doesn’t believe the hair-washing story for a minute. Dean has done that for Seth countless times, and it’s never ended up like that. If they want to fuck in the shower, more power to them, but goddamn, can they not break shit on the nights the room is booked on Roman’s credit card? 3. Dean’s pacing backstage, his hands sunk deep in his hair, pulling and twisting, frustrated with himself. This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go, not even close. He was supposed to be there to the end, him, Seth, and Roman, standing tall and victorious on their one year anniversary of being part of the WWE main roster. But no, of course not, because Dean’s an idiot, because he just has to get cocky and let his mouth run away from him. What good did that do him? None. He was the first person eliminated, and now he’s stuck watching as his team gets decimated: first Swagger, then Cesaro, then Seth, and Roman’s out there alone, two on one, and Dean knows Roman can do it, has as much faith in his abilities as he does in his own, in Seth’s, but it does little to ease the frustration that keeps mounting, knowing that the three of them should’ve been able to take out The Usos, Mysterio, and the Rhodes brothers without breaking a sweat. Even The Real Americans being on their side did fuck all. Seth finds him just as Roman pins Goldust, trying to pull Dean’s hands from his hair and hold them in his own, but Dean’s having none of it, stalking away from Seth, trying to keep his eyes on the monitor showing the rest of the match. ”Dean, c’mon,” Seth says, impeding Dean’s back and forth path, once again trying to take Dean’s hands into his own. Dean lets him this time, lets Seth’s calm breathing ground him. “Sorry,” he says, shaking his head at himself. “I fucked up.” ”No, Dean,” Seth says, with a headshake of his own. “I was eliminated, too. But look, Roman still won it for us.” Sure enough, Roman’s standing there, their music playing in the background. But that doesn’t change the fact that it should be the three of them out there, holding court in the middle of the ring, their fists out to show their solidarity. ”You actually did something,” Dean points out, shrugging. “You eliminated Jey. I didn’t do shit but run my mouth and get my ass eliminated right away.” ”Still looked hot as fuck doing it,” Seth says, undoubtedly trying to lighten the situation. Dean allows half a smile before shaking his head again. ”S’not the point, Seth,” Dean grumbles, tries to pull his hands away from Seth’s. He needs to move, needs to walk, needs to do something other than stand in place, letting all this frustration take root in his bones. Seth lets him go, and Dean resumes his pacing, one, two, three, four, five, turn, five, four, three, two, one, turn. ”Then what is the point, Dean?” Seth asks sharply. He sounds like he’s fed up with Dean’s shit tonight, and it makes Dean feel even worse. This really isn’t how tonight was supposed to go at all, and Dean just keeps making it worse. ”It’s our anniversary, Seth,” Dean retorts, stopping for a second to look at Seth, his hands balled into fists. He needs to hit something, needs to get rid of the weight of this frustration that’s dragging him down. “We’ve been here for a year, and we all should’ve been out there at the end. I wanted–it should’ve been special, Seth.” ”That doesn’t mean it still can’t be,” Seth says softly, an arm around Dean’s waist to pull him in until they’re standing nose to nose. “Pretty sure Rome said something about going out with his cousins–which, fucking weird, considering we just kinda kicked their asses, but whatever, so we’ll have the room to ourselves for a couple hours.” ”Can we try that shower thing again?” Dean asks, mood lifting a little. It’s nowhere near how he wanted tonight to go, but Seth’s always been great at thinking on the fly, coming up with different things that’ll be just as good, if not better. And sex with Seth? It’s always better. Seth raises an eyebrow, which, yeah, last time didn’t go so smoothly, but practice makes perfect, right? That’s what Dean’s always heard, anyway. ”Sure,” Seth says, no doubt just humoring Dean. “The room’s in my name tonight, anyway, so Roman can’t kill us if we break something.” ”Who’s breakin’ what?” Roman asks, finally appearing backstage, tossing Dean his title. He’s grinning, wide and bright, covered in sweat, his hair already pulled back into a bun. He looks proud, victorious, the way they all should’ve looked–Dean shakes his head, letting that thought go. ”I’m breakin’ your face because you’re always so damn pokey,” Dean says, taking a small step back from Seth. It doesn’t work, Seth’s arm cinching tighter around his waist, keeping him right where he is, Dean’s baby held between them. Roman snorts out a laugh, which, rude. Dean could totally break his face if he wanted to, which, for the record, he doesn’t. ”Y’all realize anybody could walk by, right?” Roman asks, tone just this side of chiding. Dean feels Seth shrug. “Not like we haven’t done this before in front of the crowd,” he points out, which, true. It’s not Dean’s fault. He just–it’s Seth. It’s the effect Seth has on him. He needs to be touching him, as often as he can be, cameras and crowds be damned. ”Okay, smartass,” Roman says, smacking Seth in the back of the head. It makes Dean growl out a warning. He doesn’t care if Roman’s just messing around; he should know better than to put his hands on Seth like that. Dean twines his fingers with Seth’s, allowing Seth to hold onto his title. They follow Roman as he leads them down the halls of the arena, all the way to the basement where they stashed their bags for the night. They’re all still in their ring gear, but that’s no different from any other night, making their way out to the parking lot and into their rental, their bags tossed carelessly into the back. Seth’s screamo–”It’s metalcore, Dean, how many times do I have to tell you?”–blasts through the speakers before Roman manages to turn it down. Dean still doesn’t understand how Seth can listen to that so loudly, and not walk around with a headache 24/7. ”Y’all gonna be good for the night if I go out for drinks with Jimmy and Jey?” Roman asks, once they’ve pulled out of the parking lot and are on their way to their hotel. Dean grins from the backseat where Roman can’t see him, anticipating all the fun he and Seth are going to have while Roman’s gone. ”Yeah, dude, go,” Dean says, tamping down the flair of excitement he feels. “Just gonna order in some food and watch a movie or something.” ”Wasn’t born yesterday, Dean,” Roman says, sighing and shaking his head. “Just stay off my bed, alright?” ”Have all the sex in your bed?” Seth cuts in, looking back at Dean with a grin on his face. “Sure thing, Rome.” Dean doesn’t even try to stifle his laughter. ”Do it and I’ll shave your head,” Roman threatens, fucking jerk. That’s not even funny. He knows how much Seth loves his hair, how much Dean loves Seth’s hair. ”You’re not half as funny as you think you are,” Seth fires back. ”I dunno, man,” Roman says, clicking his tongue. “I think I’m pretty damn funny.” They pull into the hotel parking lot, taking the last parking space in the front, and Roman’s quick to turn the car off, to grab his bag from the trunk, never mind the fact that he isn’t getting into the hotel room until Seth checks them in. ”He better not be trying to take my night from me,” Seth says, which Dean hadn’t even thought about. It sounds like something Roman would do, in retaliation for the way Seth flushed the toilet on him while he was showering last month. Dean was wondering when Roman was going to get him back for it, and taking Seth’s night to pay for the hotel room just so he can lecture them about not breaking shit like he does every night the room is booked under his name is a very Roman thing to do. ”Go,” Dean says, shooing Seth away. “I’ll get your bag.” Dean takes his time, stretching until every bone pops and cracks, shouldering his and Seth’s bags. Roman and Seth are waiting at the front desk when he finally makes his way in, and they’re glaring at each other. ”What?” Dean asks, marching straight up to them. He and Seth have plans, dammit, and he is not going to deal with them butting heads all night. He’ll get his own damn room if he has to. Which is a lie, he knows, the moment it crosses his mind. He can’t sleep without Seth, as pathetic as that may seem. ”Nothing,” Seth says, brandishing their key cards. Ah, so that’s it: Seth still managed to beat Roman to check-in. Dean sighs. “We hear your lecture every time you get the room, Rome. We know. You ain’t gotta keep drillin’ it into us, and you don’t gotta take Seth’s night just to reiterate your point. We hear you, man, loud and clear.” ”Whatever, man,” Roman grumbles. “Can we go? Jimmy and Jey are already waitin’.” Roman retreats into the bathroom the moment the door is unlocked, and he’s showered, dressed, and out the door ten minutes later. ”You think something else is going on with him?” Seth asks quietly, looking over at Dean from where he’s sitting on the edge of their bed, undoing the laces on his boots. Dean pauses, hands on his belt buckle. “Think maybe he’s lonely?” It’s gotta be hard for him to be around them all the time, the way they’re always so wrapped up in each other. Dean doesn’t mean for it to happen, it’s just–Seth’s a magnet, and Dean’s forever pulled in. Seth shrugs. “I don’t know, maybe.” Dean hopes that isn’t it, because he doesn’t know if he could change, if he could distance himself from Seth, if Seth could distance himself from Dean. They’d try, for Roman’s sake, Dean knows they would, but they wouldn’t be happy about it, and he knows it wouldn’t work. They finish undressing in silence, throwing their ring gear in a pile on the floor, pushed off into a corner. They’ll pick it up in the morning, throw it into whomever’s bag has the most space. ”Shower?” Dean asks, already retreating into the bathroom. Seth’s hot on his heels, bumping into Dean’s back when Dean stops suddenly. It makes Dean laugh softly, reaching back to grab Seth’s hands, to wrap Seth’s arms around his waist. ”You’ve gotta start the shower, babe,” Seth says, nuzzling against the nape of Dean’s neck. It sends a ripple of shivers down Dean’s spine, and he can only nod, mouth going dry. It takes a minute to get the water to the perfect temperature, but once he does, Dean’s helping Seth in, following behind him, pulling the shower curtain shut. Seth’s standing beneath the shower spray, head tilted back, and the sight makes Dean a little breathless, a lot hard. The water is trickling down Seth’s face, catching in his beard, rivulets streaming down his neck, his chest, catching on the faint line of hair beneath Seth’s belly button, and it makes Dean’s mouth water, has him itching to put his mouth there, to follow each and every ribbon of water with his lips and tongue. Dean decides to hell with restraint, backing Seth up against the shower wall, pressing his lips to Seth’s. Seth’s lips part against his immediately, and Dean wastes no time curling his tongue in, touching it teasingly to the tip of Seth’s, retreating to lick at the swell of Seth’s bottom lip. Seth makes a needy sound that goes straight to Dean’s dick, and he kisses him that much harder, licking at Seth’s teeth, the soft flesh on the inside of his cheeks, his hands cradling Seth’s jaw like he’s something special, something precious, because he is, and he forever will be. He scrapes his teeth over Seth’s beard, down the line of his neck, chasing the rivers of water with his tongue, down the sloping curve of Seth’s collarbone, his chest, nipping his way from one nipple to the other, until Seth’s hand is cradling the back of his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath Dean’s mouth. Dean looks up at Seth through the fan of his lashes, smirking as he drops down to his knees. ”Jesus,” Seth groans, head thumping against the wall. ”Careful, babe,” Dean teases, mouthing at the line of Seth’s hip, following the curve of bone until he’s nosing at the crease of Seth’s thigh. He puts a hand there, a silent request for Seth to spread his legs a little, and when he does, Dean laves his tongue over Seth’s balls, sucking them into his mouth and humming, knowing exactly what the little vibrations do to Seth. Seth’s head thunks back against the wall again, and if Dean’s mouth weren’t otherwise occupied, he’d be laughing. As it is, he grips Seth’s dick loosely, smearing the wet tip over his lips before he parts them, curling his tongue over and around the head. ”Oh, holy fuck,” Seth gasps out, a hand tangling in Dean’s hair. Dean closes his eyes and leans into it for a minute, grounded in a way he rarely is, Seth on his tongue, Seth’s hand in his hair, Seth looking down at him like he can’t believe he gets this, like he can’t believe Dean is his, like Dean is everything good and right in the world. It’s a heady feeling, and it makes Dean’s heart ache in the best of ways, in the way only Seth can. He moves his mouth to Seth’s hip, pressing a kiss there, then takes Seth back into his mouth, humming deep in his throat as he swallows Seth down, fighting past the reflexive need to gag until his nose is flush against Seth’s skin. Seth pulls at his hair, sharp little pinpricks of pain that make Dean throb, so hard he feels like he could come just from having Seth in his mouth, salty taste of precome exploding on his tongue. ”I can’t, Dean, oh, god,” Seth groans, hips jerking up into Dean’s mouth. Dean draws back until the head is resting against his bottom lip, dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit, and Seth jerks so sharply it knocks Dean back against the side of the tub, shower curtain once again falling with him, and Seth’s legs must have given out because a moment later, Seth is toppling down on top of him, an elbow digging into Dean’s ribs. ”The fuck, Seth?” Dean’s voice sounds rough, his throat used and scratchy. The water is pelting down on them, and Dean can barely see through the blur of the spray in his face. ”I’m sorry,” Seth says, voice muffled. He has his head in his hands, Dean can see. “I didn’t–my legs. Goddammit, you know what your mouth does to me, Dean.” Dean stifles a laugh. Now is not the time to laugh. He’s soft now, Seth’s soft and mortified, and this just isn’t happening tonight anymore. ”You think Rome’s right?” Dean asks, maneuvering enough so he can pull Seth in against him, his arms loose around Seth’s waist. They don’t have much time to sit like this, the bathtub too small to fit two guys of their size in any comfortable way. Seth’s head falls forward. “Starting to think so, yeah,” he agrees. Dean sighs. He pats at Seth’s leg, says, “Up.” They might as well shower now that it’s clear no shower sex is going to be happening tonight. Goddamn Roman always having to be right. Later, curled up in the same bed, the tv playing softly in the background, Roman comes stumbling in, teetering his way into the bathroom. Dean holds his breath, feels Seth doing the same, and they let it out as a whoosh when Roman bellows, “Goddammit, how many times are y’all gonna do this shit?” 4. They get changed at the arena, stowing their ring gear in the trunk of the car. Roman promised them drinks, lots of drinks, for Dean’s birthday, and Dean is going to capitalize on that. He wants to drink it up with his brothers, his teammates, before going back to the hotel with Seth, his brother, his teammate, his everything, to have ridiculous amounts of birthday sex. ”Y’all ready?” Roman asks, eyeing Dean in the backseat. It’s been almost two weeks since Seth and Roman’s standoff, since Roman came back and found the shower destroyed, again. Things have gotten better since then, back to normal once Dean and Seth had told Roman that he was right, that they’re too uncoordinated to have sex in the shower, and that for their health–and Roman’s sanity–they’ll stop trying. Dean smacks the back of Roman’s headrest giddily. “Drinks are waitin’, man, let’s go.” ”The bar’s not going anywhere, Dean,” Seth says, shaking his head, trying to hide a smile. ”S’my birthday, Seth,” Dean fires back. “Sooner we get to the bar, sooner we get back to the hotel, right?” Dean watches Seth swallow, the way his eyes glaze over momentarily. “You heard the man,” Seth says to Roman, “the bar’s waiting.” One drink becomes two, then four, and Dean loses count of how many Roman has shoved in his hand, but he’s laughing, feeling lighter than he has in days, Roman on one side, Seth on the other, swapping stories about different matches they’ve had–Dean and Seth, anyway–while Roman tells ridiculous stories from his college days that make Dean snort, his belly aching from how hard he’s laughing. It’s the best night Dean could’ve asked for, and it gets better after they take a cab back to the hotel, clumsily tripping over each other as they make their way to their room. Dean and Seth have a single for the night, but Roman’s room is right on the other side, close enough if they should need anything. ”Y’all be good,” Roman says, playfully wagging a finger in their direction. Seth snorts out a laugh right in Dean’s ear. “Not likely,” he says, smothering the rest of his laughter in Dean’s shoulder. Dean shakes his head fondly. Seth’s a happy drunk, laughing at anything and everything, clinging to Dean like a barnacle. ”C’mon, babe,” Dean says, patting Seth’s pockets. “Where’s the key?” ”Back pocket,” Seth replies, grunting when Dean slips his hand into the too tight material of Seth’s jeans, squeezing for good measure before he pulls out the keycard. Seth’s probably too drunk to do anything, if the way he’s stumbling is any indication, but he’s on Dean the minute the door is closed behind them, mouthing at the sensitive skin of Dean’s neck, fumbling with the button of his jeans. ”Slow down,” Dean says softly, capturing Seth’s hands with his own. Seth looks up at him with a frown, brown eyes blinking slowly in confusion. ”Wha’s wrong?” Seth asks, taking a step back. His eyes are glassy from the drinks he had, and his face is already flushed. He looks wrecked, and Dean wants nothing more than to wreck him further, to peel off every layer Seth’s wearing and get his mouth on him, his dick inside him. Dean smiles softly at him. He’s had a lot to drink himself, but his body’s used to it. “Nothin’s wrong, babe,” he says, tucking his index fingers into the front belt loops on Seth’s jeans, using them to pull him back in. “Got all night, is all.” Seth licks his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth for a second before he says, “Yeah, but I want you now, Dean.” Dean has never had the pleasure of seeing Seth after that many drinks, but apparently put some alcohol in him and he’s horny as ever, ready to tear Dean’s clothes off. ”You sure?” Dean asks, lips hovering a hairsbreadth from Seth’s. Consent is important, he knows, even if he and Seth have been together for almost six months. Just because Seth’s drunk and pleading doesn’t mean Dean isn’t going to outright ask. ”Always,” Seth says immediately, closing the last bit of space between them. When he licks into Dean’s mouth, he tastes like something fruity, the taste of vodka still there on his tongue. Dean breaks the kiss long enough to pant out, “Bed,” keeping his hands anchored at Seth’s hips to help guide him into the room. He gets so lost in the kiss, in the taste and feel of Seth’s lips and tongue, the velvet soft flesh inside his mouth, that he doesn’t realize their bags are still in the way until he’s tripping over them, sending Seth sprawling out on the floor, his own knees hitting the carpet as his foot gets caught in one of the handles. This is what happens when they plan ahead, when they book a hotel room before going to the arena: the bags with their every day clothes are left in the middle of the room, and they were too wrapped up in each other to remember to move them out of the way. ”Goddammit,” Dean swears, reaching down to pull the bag off his foot, throwing it against the wall. He crawls over to Seth, cradling Seth’s head in his hands. “You okay?” Seth looks up at Dean blearily. He shakes his head, his eyes squeezing shut, and then he’s sitting up and turning to the side, emptying the contents of his stomach on the hotel carpet. Goddammit. Dean holds Seth’s hair back, letting him finish his business. No point in rushing him off to the bathroom since he’s already made a mess of the carpet. There’s a knock at the door, and Dean debates ignoring it for a minute before the knocking starts again, louder and more insistent. Dean stands up with a sigh, crossing the room to open the door, and of course, Roman is standing there, in a pair of flannel pajama pants and nothing else, his hair piled into a bun atop his head. ”The fuck are you two doin’ over here?” Roman asks, sounding half-asleep, pushing his way inside the room. ”I tripped, we fell, Seth’s gettin’ sick,” Dean says, short and to the point. This night is turning into a nightmare. ”I see that,” Roman says, turning right back around and walking out. “Have fun cleanin’ that up.” Dean stands there, staring at Roman’s retreating back. “You’re not gonna help?” Roman laughs. “Hell no. I’ve got my own room. See y’all in the morning.” The door clicks shut behind him, and Dean refocuses his attention on Seth, who’s looking up at Dean from his spot on the floor with tears in his eyes. ”Don’ feel too good, D,” Seth says, sniffling. He sounds pitiful, and it’s breaking Dean’s heart. ”C’mon,” Dean says, holding a hand out to Seth to help him up. “Let’s get you cleaned up, then we’ll go to bed, okay?” Seth nods, dragging his feet as Dean leads him into the bathroom. He wets a washcloth, wipes down Seth’s face, then fills a cup with water from the tap. “Gargle and spit. Need to rinse your mouth out.” Seth does as directed, handing the cup back to Dean when he’s done. ”Think you’re gonna be sick again?” ”No,” Seth says softly. “Think I’m okay now.” Dean blows out a relieved breath. He needs to get Seth into bed, then he’s gotta figure out a way to clean the carpet so the hotel won’t charge Seth too much for the damage. As far as birthday’s go, it’s still one of the better one’s Dean’s had. +1 In hindsight, trying to eliminate Roman from the Royal Rumble probably wasn’t the best idea Dean’s ever had, but they’d said–they’d agreed–that it was every man for himself, that once the numbers started dwindling, they’d do what they needed to do to win. He wanted his moment, of course, and he’s sure Seth and Roman both wanted their own as well. Of course they did. Who didn’t? But Dean made his move too soon, made Roman eliminate both him and Seth, and now Seth’s pissed at him, pacing the alcove they’ve claimed for themselves while waiting for Roman to arrive. ”I said I was sorry,” Dean says again. It’s probably the tenth time he’s said it, but it hasn’t stopped Seth from pacing, hasn’t stopped him from giving Dean the silent treatment. It’s grating on Dean’s nerves, an uneasy frustration starting to build. He messed up, and he knows it. Seth doesn’t have to make it worse by ignoring him. Seth stops suddenly, pivoting to face Dean. “We said, Dean, we said, if we made it to the final four. How many guys were still in the ring?” Dean shrugs. He doesn’t know. He wasn’t counting. ”A whole lot more than four!” Seth exclaims, running his hands through his hair. He deflates a little, blowing out a slow breath. “I’m not mad at you, Dean, okay? I’m not. I’m just–I wanted this win really bad, y’know?” Dean nods. “I know. So did I. And so did Rome.” ”C’mere,” Seth says, beckoning him over. All the tension leaves Dean’s body once he’s wrapped in Seth’s arms, his head resting on Seth’s shoulder. “Next year, that’s gonna be one of us.” Damn straight it is. Dean will do whatever it takes to help one of them win it. “Hope it’s you,” he says honestly. As much as he wants it for himself, he wants to see Seth win it, wants to see Seth main event WrestleMania, wants to see Seth walk out with the big gold wrapped around his waist. ”Sap,” Seth says, but he squeezes Dean a little tighter. ”You think Rome’s still pissed at me?” Dean asks, in a voice he hates the sound of: terrified, needy, small. ”Nah,” Seth says, sending shivers down Dean’s back as his hands move up and down. “I’m sure he understands.” ”I do,” Roman says, startling Dean. He tries to pull out of Seth’s embrace, but Roman’s suddenly there plastered against his back, pressing Dean into Seth even further. “I get it,” he continues, “and I ain’t mad at you, uce.” Dean relaxes that much more, the ball of uneasiness in his belly unraveling. ”I’m beat,” Roman says, pulling away, the heat of his body no longer plastered along Dean’s back. “Y’all ready to head back to the hotel?” ”Yes, sir,” Seth says, a grin on his face. He looks tired, like he’s about to fall over where he stands. The sooner they’re back at the hotel, the better. Dean takes Seth’s bag, shouldering it along with his own. He keeps a hand at the small of Seth’s back, helping him into the SUV they’ve rented for the week before tossing their bags in the back, joining him a minute later. Roman’s driving again, because he doesn’t trust either of them to not wreck the vehicle, so Dean uses the short drive to hold Seth tightly to him, his eyes getting heavier. The Rumble was a long match, and as much as Dean loved it, it took a lot out of him, and all he wants to do now is strip off his clothes and crawl into bed with Seth. ”Needa shower,” Seth says sleepily, burrowing further into Dean’s side. ”Sure you don’t wanna wait til morning?” Dean asks quietly. It’s probably for the best that they do, because Seth’s liable to fall asleep in there at this rate. ”Hair will be gross,” Seth replies. Sometimes Dean is grateful for his short, thinning hair. Seems like hell to deal with all the hair Seth and Roman have. Roman quietly parks, shutting the car off and popping the trunk. “I got the bags. Take him up to the room.” Dean offers Roman a grateful smile, tugging a sleepy Seth out of the backseat, keeping an arm around him until they approach the doors, then it’s a hand on the small of Seth’s back again, until they’re in the privacy of the elevators. Seth all but collapses against him, tucking his face in against Dean’s neck. ”C’mon, Sleeping Beauty,” Dean says playfully, when the elevator doors chime open. Seth smacks him in the stomach half-heartedly, but he follows Dean out of the elevator, down the hall to their room. ”Shower and sleep,” Seth says on a groan, thumping his head lightly against the wall. ”Two seconds, babe.” Dean finally finds the keycard in the front pocket of his pants, unlocking the door and urging Seth inside. “Go, shower, I’ll grab you somethin’ clean.” Seth kicks off his boots, removing the tac vest and tossing it on the floor. His shirt follows, and Dean’s mouth goes dry watching the play of muscles in Seth’s back, the way they move and flex when Seth lifts his arms and drops them back down at his sides. Dean picks up the trail of Seth’s clothes, storing them in the corner with the rest of their bags before digging Seth’s out, pulling out a clean t-shirt and a pair of boxers. When Dean gets into the bathroom, the shower is running, but Seth’s bent over the counter, looking for all the world like he’s asleep. Dean closes the door, walks up behind Seth, caging him in with the brackets of his arms. ”You wanna shower, you have to actually get in the tub,” Dean points out, meeting Seth’s eyes in the mirror. Seth gives him a soft, sleepy smile, and it makes Dean’s heart lurch in his chest. Jesus. He will never not love seeing that look on Seth’s face. ”Was waiting for you,” Seth says, standing up straight, his back flush to Dean’s chest. Seth’s so malleable like this, eyes blinking slowly. Dean moves Seth’s hair to one side, setting his mouth to the other. He scrapes the skin lightly with the blunt edges of his teeth, splaying a hand over Seth’s belly to keep him upright. The sound Seth lets out is more sigh than moan, but he relaxes bodily against Dean, one of his hands covering Dean’s own. They shouldn’t, Dean knows, knows that he should get Seth in and out of the shower so he can sleep, but goddamn, Seth’s brown eyes blinking slowly at him, the sleepy, lust filled look in them, Dean wants to take him apart with his mouth, his hands, his cock, so damn badly he’s aching with it. Seth rubs back against him, the tiniest roll of his hips that has Seth’s eyes fluttering shut, has Dean stifling a groan against Seth’s shoulder. His hand moves lower, toying with the button on Seth’s pants, but he bypasses it for now, molding his hand around the hardening line of Seth’s dick. Dean watches raptly as Seth’s eyelids flutter shut, the way his hips arch up into Dean’s hand. His head’s tipped back, baring the long line of his throat, and Dean wishes–god, he fucking wishes–he could set his mouth there, suck bruise after bruise into Seth’s skin, mark him for all the world to see. Seth’s rolling his hips back and forth, into the grip of Dean’s hand, back against the swell of Dean’s dick. He wants–he needs, god, he feels like he’s burning up, sweat prickling along his hairline, the nape of his neck, mouthing at Seth’s shoulder. It feels like he’s going to die if he doesn’t get some skin on skin contact, so he reluctantly removes his hand from Seth, taking the smallest step back so he can pull his shirt off, kicking away his boots and shoving his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He meets Seth’s eyes in the mirror again, and the look Seth is giving him can’t be described as anything but hungry. Dean plasters himself against Seth’s back, shivering at the feel of Seth’s skin against his heated flesh. ”Can you?” Seth asks, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip. ”What do you need, babe?” Dean asks. He mouths at the shell of Seth’s ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth. It makes Seth groan and shiver, canting his hips back against Dean’s groin. ”You,” Seth whispers, head falling forward. It’s cheesy as all fuck, but fuck if it doesn’t make Dean’s heart swell. He makes quick work of Seth’s pants and boxers, shoving them down as far as he can, and it’s like everything gets hotter, burns a little brighter, Seth’s ass grinding shamelessly against Dean’s dick. There’s bottles of lotion on the counter, and Dean would rather they had lube, but he needs this now–they need this now, and he reaches for it, falling to his knees once it’s in his hand. ”Lean forward a little,” Dean rasps out, a hand set to the small of Seth’s back. Seth does as he’s told, spreading his legs a little wider, and Dean can’t help the, “Fuckin’ perfect, babe,” that slips out. It’s easy work stretching Seth. He opens so easily, so readily, riding Dean’s fingers as they’re curled and spread inside him, and the quiet little gasps and moans he makes go straight to Dean’s dick, hard and leaking between his legs. ”M’ready,” Seth bites out, jerking as though he’s been shocked when Dean’s fingers skate across his prostate. Dean rises to his feet, smearing the last of the lotion over his dick. His hands are shaking a little, and his throat feels dry, and he doesn’t know why. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this, not even close, and it won’t be the last time, either, but it feels like so much, something so big and all encompassing Dean almost can’t breathe with it. It’s what Seth does to him, what Seth will always do to him, and Dean never wants that to change. It’s a slow, easy press in. Seth’s so tight, so hot around him, and it robs the rest of Dean’s breath from his lungs. ”Jesus,” Seth groans, knocking his head back against Dean’s shoulder. It presses Dean in deeper, and all Dean can do is hold tight to Seth’s hips, watching the way Seth’s chest rises and falls with every breath he takes. ”You good?” Dean asks, trying desperately not to come. Seth’s squeezing around him, and Dean doesn’t know if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he’s still trying to adjust, but the sensation is almost too much, pulling Dean toward the edge faster than he wants. ”Move,” Seth says, demands, his hands braced on the edge of the sink. He looks wild, hair disheveled, lips bitten rid. His face is flushed, and it covers most of his chest. There’s sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat, trickling down the slopes of his collarbone, down the planes of his pecs. He’s beautiful, Dean thinks, and he doesn’t care how soft that makes him seem, how sappy and ridiculous, because it’s the truest thing he’s ever known. Seth is beautiful and amazing, and Dean is so goddamn lucky. Seth meets every rock of his hips eagerly, pushing back as Dean rocks forward, and the sounds he makes are the hottest thing Dean has ever had the pleasure of hearing. It makes his toes curl, heat pooling low in his belly. ”Touch yourself, Seth,” Dean whispers into Seth’s ear, eyes locked on their reflections in the mirror. Seth’s hand moves to his cock, and he almost buckles forward once he gets his hand around himself, but Dean’s there holding him upright, one hand splayed out over the center of Seth’s chest, close enough that Dean can feel the rapid thump-thump-thump of Seth’s heart. ”Yeah,” Dean rasps out, licks his dry lips. The tip of his tongue flicks out against the shell of Seth’s ear. “Look at you. So fuckin’ beautiful, babe.” Seth hiccups out a groan, stroking himself faster, and it makes him clench down around Dean rhythmically, and all Dean can do is hold Seth’s hips a little tighter, thrusting and grinding his dick in as much as he’s able. He’s barely able to get out a warning before he’s coming, spilling hot and wet inside Seth, his toes curling against the floor. He fucks Seth through it as much as he can, urging Seth on, begging him to come, and when he does, it’s almost too much, the tight clench of his ass around Dean’s sensitive cock wringing out another round of aftershocks, rocking Dean to his core. Seth’s breathing heavily, but his eyes are locked on Dean’s in the mirror, and he’s smiling, that private satisfied smile that only Dean gets to see, and it makes Dean fall in love that much more. There’s a wet squelch when Dean pulls out, and he all but collapses forward onto Seth. He drops soft kisses to every inch of skin he can reach, needing a moment to settle the racing of his heart. ”You good?” Seth asks. His hand starts carding through Dean’s hair, and it can’t be too comfortable of an angle for him. Dean hums softly. “Yeah, I’m good. Ready to shower?” Seth laughs, and Dean feels it more than hears it. “Hell no. M’ready to go to sleep.” Dean shakes his head. He helps Seth clean up, shutting off the shower before they redress. When they open the bathroom door, Roman’s sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes moving from the tv to where they’re standing in the doorway. He grins at them, starting a slow clap, says, “Good job on the sex, and congrats on not breakin’ anything.” Dean flips him off. Damn smartass.

#ambrollins #ambrollins fic #fic: i write it #dean/seth #all the ambrollins fic #they just make me happy okay?#also posted on ao3 #otp: wrestling soulmates

54 notes · View notes

elizabethrobertajones · 7 years ago

Text

Argh, the thing on my mind after watching 11x19 is that it and 11x11 each have such specific relevance to one particular Winchester per episode when it comes to the little mini arc set up in 11x04 where Sam asks Dean about something with someone in the life.

11x11 and Eileen seem specifically about Sam, romantically, and Dean is even paired off quite blatantly with Mildred, the most excellent "romantic false lead" ever to show us the two of them being paired off and Mildred even intervening to let them have alone time after vicariously shipping them together herself as a way of ascertaining Eileen's interest in Sam (I mean... I assume so, if you guess she's super canny and kindly about being very manipulative, and she literally drags Dean away from Sam and Eileen at one point :P). Eileen is also very compatible thematically to Sam as someone he can reflect on as well as attach to... She has similar mental landscape to Sam, with the cold open showing something happening to her while she was in her crib, a life-long thing to hunt, getting revenge but not going to a law career, etc.

She was very clearly someone fitting the description of what Sam had been wondering about in 11x04. She's very clearly a mirror and parallel to him, as well as someone who represents what he actively wants, because I really don't think you can pair the 11x04 conversation and Sam stashing a retirement home leaflet as being JUST Sam planning for his future. That's a ridiculous romantic keepsake that reminds him of that excellent day, because Eileen did not have the presence of mind to give him a freakin' lock of her hair or something more appropriate than stealing a pamphlet on the way out the door of the retirement home...

In 11x19 Jesse and Cesar are a bit more of an abstract example for Dean, but show him basically what he could take away from all this - he dismisses Sam in 11x04 asking him about it all, but in 11x19 he's so surprised he derails their discussion of the monster to croak out his question about what's it like settling down with a hunter, as if seeing for the first time. (I mean, seriously, I haven't re-watched in ages, I'm amazed at how creaky and off-guard he sounds as he asks after seeing it in gifsets mostly since then...) Then someone else has to interrupt back onto the monster exposition dump they'd been in the middle of until Dean (of course) managed to blurt out enough words to make Cesar be like, come on babe, this is going to be so awkward, I'm just going to tell him, and Jesse scowled like, fine but don't blame me if they hate us, and Cesar was like, nah this guy is cool, just... going to randomly reveal we're married to him like, I toootally don't feel a comfortable level of kinship with this dude or something hahaha that would be ridiculous (sorry, that pretend inner monologue turned into me being snarky >.> There's no characterisation consistency in my rambling :D)

So Dean and Sam are split up again and Jesse represents some pretty different emotional stuff to Sam, dealing with the brother stuff and all that (just like Mildred dealt more with the retirement and old age theme to Dean of making him long for a sunset without necessarily bringing in romantic connections unless you're me and have the Gas n Sip logo tattooed on your eyelids), while Cesar and Dean mostly just hunt and bond a bit. They very specifically have a conversation about revenge on the drive to it, which reflects Eileen's parting comments about the hunt feeling no different despite it being her revenge resolution hunt (meaning she continues hunting, as Sam does, though with a tease that they could come together and bear the life together... I'm just... not thinking outside of season 11 right now okay). Both Jesse and Eileen get on-screen origin stories and their revenge on the monster that caused them, but Jesse and Cesar get to have a happy ending and drive off into the sunset because they have each other and a firm understanding of when they can stop hunting and knowing when it's all over. Sam stashed the leaflet about the retirement home in his box of special things, but as 11x19 ends as well with them still having looming work to do, they just can't think about packing it in quite yet, though the point is made in both, that this is the discussion on the table - hunter endgames.

Dean's understanding of Cesar's relationship with Jesse and the understandings they have and Cesar's read of it founded ON the revenge thing and "peace when you are done", to borrow from the road so far song, is what informs his decision not to ask them to help with fighting Amara at the end. His interpersonal arc with Cesar was much more openly muted than Sam and Jesse having the emotional encounter with the old sheriff and the very obvious links with Jesse yelling about his brother, which makes parallels that on this show can always be read from space when someone says "brother". It leads Dean to the important decision of understanding what to do about letting them go raise their horses in peace. Dean is personally connected to the side of the story about their marriage, and split off with Cesar who is just married into the revenge mission whose only connection to care about it is because of what it's doing to his husband, and not for his own sake.

Essentially, the fact they were married hunters is presented to surprise Dean (and he's seen married, heterosexual, hunters before so that question may have been answered honestly by Cesar just to the pressures of marriage in a dangerous crappy job, but seems to mean with Dean asking, wait, you can MARRY another MALE hunter what the heck i never even - ) and he's the one who asks (and since Jesse is surly and untrusting as a result of the discrimination of this town (and in both episodes understanding is presented as belief in monsters - Mildred is good because she already saw a ghost and is willing to believe... Jesse is living a metaphor where the town's intolerance is both of him being gay AND the fact he kept saying he saw a monster - the intolerance metaphor is soubled down on by the sheriff and his reaction to discovering his daughter was taken, and I hope the point of the metaphor was that the chitter monsters were how intolerant people SAW gay people *from their perspective* of it being so bad you'd disown and never talk of it etc). Cesar, the one linked to Dean more - I mean he even saved him for starters and it was Dean sent off into the woods to make first contact with him by a fortuitous phonecall, though if there was nothing going on on a higher narrative level Sam could have just have easily done that). Dean's the one split off on the side of the story about their marriage with Cesar again, and he's the one who makes the judgement call about them being allowed to go settle down and have some peace and safety together.

Cesar in basically every way does as a side-character function for Dean what Eileen does for Sam. Except the obvious second level remove here with him already being married, and the fact that Dean is also un-pairable in 11x11, hence Mildred, who by being romantically interesting to Dean (look, they watch a sunset together, you don't have to ship them or think they actually would ever - but that's a romantically coded moment and he has a big heart so it's still a Thing even if it's a go-nowhere thing. It's a thing Sam could later tease him about and Dean would blush and smile fondly about Mildred's attention even if he had no intention of hooking up with her...) kinda has the opposite but identical effect of a sexy hookup where there's no romance, just a fling. Mildred was absolutely Dean's meaningless girl of the week if you wanna be technical about her role there :P Anyway in both cases Dean just sees and experiences, and in his specifically tailored episode on this theme, he only sees an example of what he could have, not as Sam sees, someone who could very easily be that exact endgame.

Because, as Mildred says, Dean was very obviously pining for someone else.

And Dean's personal relationship and retirement introspection episode comes wedged in after 11x18, where he's just lost Cas to Amara in a sort of ridiculously painful doubling down on how *much* he's lost Cas, even in spite of Amara's presence... And soon we will get the direct testing of these rival bonds... But that's a whole other web of meta on the main arc relationship parallels which I spent all of season 11 and most of the hiatus after mired in, so I think we're good here :P

#11x11 #11x19 #destiel #parallels #weird rewatching #spn rewatches #my stuff #I am so lazy with adding my my stuff tag to the longer rewatch notes

89 notes · View notes

that-sso-raven · 7 years ago

Text

firebird

a really corny story about a starter horse

According to the myth there was a firebird in the beginning. It was immense and smoldering with celestial light, its eyes made of stars. It could grow large enough to envelop the world in its wings.

It was selfish and angry and isolated. One day, as punishment for the destruction it had wrought, Aideen turned it into a smaller beast, stripped of its power.

She said, you will carry the people whose homes you have destroyed upon your back. You will help them plow their fields and draw their carriages. You will help those who need you.

Dakota and Farrain had once seen a hypnotist’s show from the sidelines. The man, with his cyclical, lulling way of speaking, had induced his row of volunteer victims into a shallow sleep. He spoke to the audience then, warning them that in this stage it was critical to remain silent, or they would disrupt the process of hypnosis. Later on in the show he would give them the go-ahead to return to their volume, but for the time being he requested silence. And this was most important -- throughout the show, to never address any of the people under hypnosis by name. Because if they heard their name - no matter how quietly, peripherally - the spell would be broken, and they would wake up.

Two nights before their separation, Farrain asked Dakota if she knew any constellations and she said “Big Dipper” and pointed, and she said, “I can make one up right now,” and she pointed to a star-mass and said, “that’s you and me.”

Looks bad, said Farrain, at the crude disjointed shape she outlined with her finger.

It’s a constellation. It’s supposed to be like, old-timey abstract art, said Dakota. You try making a better one.

Farrain gestured with his nose toward something he thought was vaguely shaped like a bunny.

I can’t see what you’re pointing to, said Dakota.

Farrain gestured again.

Maybe we’re both not cut out for this, said Dakota.

They were ambushed, and Farrain only remembered being pried away before he slid into the dark; he was scrabbling for consciousness, crying and crying for her to escape - she almost didn’t; she almost went back headlong for him. But she was safe, saying in parting that she’d get help.

Mr. Sands brought in someone with hair so blinding white it scorched Farrain’s vision. She had cold hands but a surprisingly gentle touch. Her eyes were icenthistle blue. She told him to go to sleep and think about deeper and deeper cycles of sleep.

She said that he was safe and comfortable and falling asleep. She said that nothing else mattered but him in the space he occupied. She said that she wanted him to close his eyes (he closed his eyes). She said that she was going to count to three and he was going to forget everything and everyone.

Against the hammering rain Darko stood by a horse. The water sloughed off his jacket and spattered onto the horse, but the horse ignored it, blank-eyed.

A girl stood on the opposite end, riding a borrowed horse. The rain streamed off the lashes of her widening eyes as she registered the scene. “Farrain?” she called, helplessly, but there was no response.

The horse didn’t have a name.

Darko smiled and gave it a pat against the side of the neck. “Go on, boy. Go get her.”

But the myth was not completely true.

Aideen and her horse both died once, in a calamity.

Aideen was reborn into another body. Her horse was nowhere to be seen.

She went everywhere searching for him.

The horse screamed and charged, eyes slit-pupiled. He was upon the girl in seconds, flinging her over onto the ground, drawing himself up to crush her.

She rolled up and seized the reins of her borrowed horse, and fled narrowly.

The next night the horse was on the platform and saw a vague star-pattern that he thought looked like an extremely misshapen girl and horse together, and another that looked like a bunny. Something moved inside of it, but it wasn’t sure what.

Aideen’s search was impeded by the firebird, who she heard was wreaking havoc across towns. She stopped to help.

They said they heard the firebird’s shrieks in the distant mountains, as it circled the sky looking for something that it had lost. She heard it had been for a century.

And now it had grown bitter and full of hate, and she climbed up to its home to vanquish it. As she ascended into the barren, empty homeland that it had lived in alone for the past hundred years she felt a sadness she could not express.

And the girl came back to the horse at the edge of the platform and said a name over and over, but to the horse it meant nothing.

She had snuck into their territory. She had not come for him, but he saw her, and was drawn to her presence in the area. She had nowhere else to go.

She was alone and had no defenses. She approached him with shaking hands, slowly reaching for his head --

And he knocked into her and nearly charged her, could have broken the bones in her fragile body - bursting with smoke and heat, his ashen wings unfolding ---

“It’s me,” she said softly, “Dakota.”

He stopped.

He remembered the name.

“Do you remember me?” she said. “You’re my...you’re my best friend.”

He remembered.

When Aideen reached the firebird they fought for an entire day. She drew her sword to put it through the star that was its heart, but something stopped her.��

The firebird did not recognize her, but it dawned in her that she recognized it. All these years - more years than she had been conscious of, between her death and reincarnation -- that it had been alone.

She said its name.

And it stopped, and it landed, and it unraveled. She recognized her horse, contorted by something that had broken inside of it a long time ago. The storm inside of it quelled, and its avatar, the byproduct of its rage, collapsed.

It’s going to be okay, Aideen said. I’m sorry I was gone for so long.

The fog cleared from Farrain’s mind, and he went with Dakota by boat, in the silence, the gentle rocking of the current.

Above them, the moon broke through the clouds.

He slept for ten hours in the stable, and when he woke up she was leaving him fresh hay. He told her he’d just remembered something from a long ago past, where he was so upset about something that he’d turned into a giant bird, but it may have just been a dream.

Aideen and her horse went home together.

#sso #star stable online #fanfic #ive always been hesitant to do something with farrain story wise because the game will probably come up with something #new to contradict it but im pretty flexible about this story

23 notes · View notes

mindfulwrath · 7 years ago

Text

Silver, Part XII

Partings, of several kinds.

Words: 3,377 Warnings: None

Part I Part XI

Utterson hadn't heard from Lanyon in three days, and his patience had stretched as thin as it was able. Something, he reasoned, must have happened in conjunction with or immediately after the kidnapping, something that had catastrophically altered Lanyon's mindset. Utterson would have expected him to be crowing with delight over the disappearance of Hyde, magnetized to Jekyll's side to prevent anything else from happening to him; but although Jekyll had been making fairly regular appearances as he prepared for the exhibition, nobody Utterson talked to had seen Lanyon at all.

So it was that when Utterson called on him at home, and Hopwood answered the door with an eyebrow already half-cocked, he decided upon the instant that he wasn't going to go away until he'd gotten some answers.

"I'm afraid Dr. Lanyon isn't seeing anyone, sir," Hopwood said.

"Will you at least ask him?" Utterson said.

"He was very adamant."

"Tell him that it's me, and that I'm concerned for his wellbeing," Utterson said.

Hopwood's eyebrow went off, and he lifted his chin imperiously.

"I shall inquire," he said. He left Utterson standing on the doorstep.

Two minutes later, he returned, and ushered Utterson into the conservatory. The curtains were drawn, and there was a fire in the grate. Lanyon was sitting in front of it, gaunt and sickly. Utterson hovered in the doorway while Hopwood went away.

"You may as well sit down," Lanyon said, and his voice was dull, hollow. He did not look up.

Utterson minced into the room and sat down on the very edge of the nearest chair to Lanyon.

"All this darkness will do you no good," he said. "We ought to open the curtains."

"No," said Lanyon.

"Then at least we can light the lamps."

"The light hurts my head, Gabriel. Leave them off."

He was still staring into the fire. His hair was mussed, his clothes disheveled.

"Something has happened," Utterson concluded.

"Has it?" said Lanyon.

"It very clearly has. Talk to me, Robert. I want to help."

He shook his head, his lips pinching into a thin line.

"It's not my place to say," he said. "I have learned something terrible, and I wish I hadn't."

"Is it to do with Jekyll?"

"I am done with Henry Jekyll," Lanyon snapped, his hands clenching into fists. "I am done with him, and I want nothing more to do with him."

"Ah," said Utterson, taking this in stride. "I see."

He wondered what could possibly have turned Lanyon so virulently against Jekyll, and in such a short space of time. A scientific falling-out seemed unlikely; they'd been bickering with each other like an old married couple about whose field was more legitimate since Utterson had met them. Lanyon had supported and indeed indulged even the most fanciful of Jekyll's projects, including the founding of the Society and the subsequent antics therein. It must, he thought, have been something more personal, something that cut far deeper.

"Still," Utterson went on. "I would hope that you're not done with the care and keeping of yourself. It would make things tremendously hard on Hopwood, for starters."

"Gabriel, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but stop," said Lanyon. "I'm not interested in being cheered up. I'm not interested in company."

"You let me in simply so you could tell me to go away again?" Utterson asked.

"I—no, of course I didn't—" Lanyon sputtered, then put his face in his hands with a groan. "Damn you, Gabriel, you perfect fool."

Utterson reached out and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Whatever it is," he said, "I'm certain it can be mended."

"It can't, and I don't want it to be," Lanyon said into his hands.

Utterson pursed his lips, tickling his nose with his mustache.

"Then there's no use dwelling on it, is there," he said.

Lanyon swatted at him halfheartedly, revealing the ghost of a smile on his face.

"Don't make me like you," he said. "I'm a misanthrope now, I've committed, let me wallow in peace."

"Ah," said Utterson. "I see. Far be it from me to stand in your way. I shall strive to be as unlikeable as possible."

Lanyon sighed and pushed his hands up into his hair, resting his elbows on his knees. He cracked a wan smile, shook his head, and looked at Utterson for the first time.

"What would I do without you, Gabriel?" he asked.

"Moulder, presumably," said Utterson.

"You're horrendous," Lanyon said, rolling his eyes. With an effortful grunt, he levered himself to his feet and went to the window. He didn't so much fling the curtains open as tug them an inch apart, but it did plenty to brighten the room. He stood looking out for a time, his expression pinched and serious.

"If there's anything I can do," Utterson offered.

"I don't know that there is," Lanyon said. He shrugged helplessly. "Sometimes people simply—fall apart, I suppose. Perhaps it's best to let it happen."

"Hm," said Utterson. "I'll doubtless be . . . in the vicinity, as the exhibition approaches. Should you need anything to be taken care of in that general area."

Lanyon regarded him fondly. "Your attempts at circumlocution are clunky but appreciated," he said. He sighed, dropping his gaze. "But I don't think I shall be wanting anything from Jekyll. Now or ever. We—you and I played no small part in what happened. I think perhaps it's time we stepped away."

Clarity burst down over Utterson like the light of heaven. Lanyon must have been consumed by guilt over Jekyll's kidnapping; Utterson was in a similar position over the harm done to Mr. Guest. Of course Lanyon, being of a more excitable disposition, was taking it far harder and with considerably more dramatics than Utterson. Besides that, Lanyon considered himself Jekyll's mentor, and had always taken a certain amount of personal responsibility for his protégé. If Utterson could facilitate an exchange of forgivenesses, it would all be smoothed over and quickly forgotten. He, too, felt he ought to apologize to Jekyll, and while he was at it he might as well communicate that Lanyon was just as contrite. Tensions were already high due to the stress of the exhibition, but once that was done and over with, this little tiff would surely blow over like a summer thunderstorm.

"Perhaps," he said diplomatically.

"We should have left well enough alone, Gabriel," Lanyon said heavily, gazing out the window like a poet.

"Admittedly, he did tell us to," said Utterson, heat rising to his cheeks.

"No, long before that," said Lanyon. "Long before all of this . . . mess. I lost him fifteen years ago. I've just been too naïve to see it."

Utterson pursed his lips and chose not to comment on this. Instead, he got to his feet.

"Shall I stay to ensure you eat and sleep, or will you manage that on your own?" he asked.

Lanyon sighed. "I'll manage," he promised. He hesitated, then turned from the window and crossed to Utterson. "Thank you, Gabriel. I . . . I think I needed a bit of grounding."

Clasping his hand, Utterson said, "I shall ask Hopwood to bring you a heaping handful of dirt."

The smile that broke across Lanyon's face was fleeting, but genuine. He patted Utterson's hand.

"You truly are a treasure," he said. "Irksome, but a treasure."

"I'm your friend, Robert," he replied. "It's what we do."

It had taken Jasper the better part of three days, but he had made up his mind. He'd been avoiding the Society, and Rachel, and Jekyll, holed up in his room alone with his creatures and just trying to think. It hadn't been easy, and he still wasn't sure he was doing the right thing, but he was sure he was doing the best available thing.

He took a deep breath and knocked on Mrs. Cantilupe's door.

"Just a moment! On my way, just a moment!" she called from inside. There was a clatter, hurried footsteps, and the sound of at least four locks being drawn back. Mrs. Cantilupe threw open the door, frazzled and grinning. Her face fell when she caught sight of Jasper and the cartload of creatures behind him.

"Er, hi," he said.

"Mr. Kaylock," she said, concerned. "What's this about?"

He looked at his feet and rubbed his arm.

"W-well, see," he mumbled, "I'm—they're gonna need a place to stay, is all, and I thought, since all your and Miss Lavender's creatures got killed in the fire, you could have them. So long as you're—as you're good them, you've got to be good to them, because they're all very sweet and lovely, and—but that's sort of off the point."

"I'm sure we'd be happy to look after them," Mrs. Cantilupe said. "Are you . . . going somewhere?"

Jasper took a deep breath.

"I'm going back to my farm," he said. Despite the number of times he had rehearsed the words, they still stuck in his teeth. "I'm . . . leaving the Society. I'm leaving science. I can't—I can't do it. I don't want to do it anymore."

"Oh, Jasper," Mrs. Cantilupe said, pained.

"Please don't try to talk me out of it," he blurted, before she could get any farther. "Please, honestly, please don't. I've got to go. I've got to leave, and be done with it. But I need somebody to take care of all my creatures and I know you and Miss Lavender would be good to them and could use them for your cryptozoology and everything so I'm leaving them with you but please please don't try and talk me out of it because you will and then it'll just keep getting worse."

He sucked down a breath. His sinuses were stinging. Mrs. Cantilupe's gaze prickled on his face.

"Has Virginia gotten you a functional wolfsbane potion yet?" she asked.

"Not . . . quite," said Jasper.

"It might be good to get that before you head out," said Mrs. Cantilupe. "Just for safety's sake. I'm sure whoever's at your farm will appreciate it, too."

He looked up at her, welling over with gratitude. She was regarding him with pity, but also with understanding.

"Y-yeah," he said. "That's . . . a good idea. I'll—can I hand these over to you?"

"Of course, we'll bring them in," said Mrs. Cantilupe. "Miss Lavender is out hunting specimens, otherwise I'd have her help, too."

"That's all right, I'm sure we can manage."

Together, she and Jasper wrangled all the crates and cages into her lab. When they were all settled, Jasper hung about, looking all of them over. They were in good hands, he reminded himself.

Better hands than his, at any rate.

"Mr. Kaylock?" Mrs. Cantilupe said, breaking him from his reverie.

"Sorry," he said.

"It's all right," she said. "But before you go, may I ask you: why?"

Jasper bit his lip. It couldn't do much harm, certainly not more harm than had already been done. At least one person would know the truth.

"I'm just . . . I'm not used to this much attention," he admitted, rubbing his arm. "Or . . . any attention, really. And it's—it's really nice, it's really, really nice, but . . . it makes it hard to say no. Much too hard to say no. To anyone. Ever."

Mrs. Cantilupe's face cleared with understanding. She pursed her lips and put a protective hand on Christopher's cage.

"Mr. Kaylock, I promise you, Miss Lavender and I will take extraordinarily good care of these creatures," she said. "And, should you ever want to visit, or to resume your work, they will be here for you."

"Thanks," he said. "Honestly, thanks. I—I was worried people'd be . . . angry. About me leaving. About me . . . giving up."

"Anyone who is, is a fool and a bastard," said Mrs. Cantilupe. Jasper snorted.

"Thanks," he said again. "Will you—d'you think you could tell Rachel? I-it's just, it's hard enough as it is, and she'll want to know why, and—"

"Certainly," Mrs. Cantilupe said. "Would you like for me to wait until you've gone?"

"No, just . . . whenever you see her, I guess," he said.

"As you wish," she said. "And, for whatever it's worth, I'm terribly sorry. I do hope you'll come back someday. If not to us, then at least to crypto-biology. The field needs good people, and you are one."

"I'm not," Jasper said, shaking his head. "I'm—really, really not."

"Can I tell you a little secret, Mr. Kaylock?" Mrs. Cantilupe said. "Something I've learned in my seven decades."

"Yes?" he guessed.

She leaned in, a look of mischief on her wrinkled face.

"There's no such thing as good people," she said. "There's only people who learn from their mistakes, and people who don't."

He managed half a smile.

"I'll try to remember that," he said.

"Good luck, Mr. Kaylock. And take care, wherever your path takes you."

"Thanks," he said. "I'll try."

They both stood there for a moment. Jasper made a constrained gesture towards the cages.

"D'you mind if I . . . say goodbye?" he asked. The last word came out as a squeak, and pulled a pair of tears with it.

"Of course, dear," Mrs. Cantilupe said. "You take as long as you need."

Jasper sniffled. He sidled over and poked a finger through the bars of Christopher's cage. Christopher nibbled at him.

"Be good," Jasper said. "Be good, and don't—don't let anybody bully you, and eat your food, and don't light anybody's bed on fire when you're molting. All right? Be good, I mean it."

Christopher puffed up and shook out his wings. Jasper rubbed his cheek with one finger, sniffling. Christopher leaned into it for a moment, then got distracted and moved away. Jasper wiped his nose on the back of his hand, then crouched down and poked his hand into Mina the serpopard's carrier. She lifted her head sleepily and blinked at him.

"Hey," he said. "As for you. Be good, and look after Christopher, and. . . ."

"Jasper!"

He paused, turning back. He had only a couple of bags, which he was handing off to a cabbie. Rachel ran up to him and leaned her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

"Er," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hi."

"Mosley said you were leaving London," Rachel panted. "What's going on, what happened?"

"I, w-well," Jasper stammered, going red. "It's just . . . I don't think I'm cut out for this."

"This what?" Rachel cried. "You mean the Society? Jasper, you've been doing fantastically, it's just that things are all messed up right now. Everybody's having a rough time of it. I know it's stressful, but—"

"It's not—it's not that," said Jasper. "I just—sometimes you've just got to go home. It's all too much, being in the city like this, and everyone, and everything, and . . . I just want to go home. I just want to go back somewhere where things . . . make sense."

"Well, are you—are you coming back?" she asked helplessly.

He shrugged. "I dunno," he said. "Maybe. Maybe not."

"Is it—Jasper, it's not something to do with Jekyll, is it?" Rachel said. "Because, if it is—"

"I really don't want to talk about it," he said, going crimson.

"Did he hurt you?" she demanded. "Because if he hurt you, I'll beat his stupid face in, I don't give a damn."

"No, he didn't—no," said Jasper. "It's really not him. Or—it's not completely him. It's everybody. Or maybe it's just me, I dunno. I don't want to be here anymore, that's all there is to it. I want to go home."

"You're at least taking your creatures though, right?" said Rachel. "You'll at least keep doing your science stuff, won't you?"

"Maybe," he said again. "Since all my notes got burned up, I was going to have to start over anyways, so . . . maybe. But I've left all my creatures with Mrs. Cantilupe and Miss Lavender, 'cause when I left, my Mum said I couldn't come back if I brought them."

"I don't s'pose there's anything I can do to change your mind?" she asked.

"No, I mean, there is," he said. "But please don't."

She looked at him for a long moment, at the discomfort and the shame and the pain, and decided she didn't want to.

"Could I at least have a goodbye hug?" she asked, aching right down to the bones.

Jasper fidgeted, and bit his lip, and rubbed the back of his neck, and in general looked like he was in so much distress that it was a wonder he didn't burst into tears.

"It's all right if not," she added gently.

He sagged, then glanced at her, then tipped his head in allowance.

"Maybe a—a see-you-later handshake," he said.

"Right," said Rachel, pleasantly surprised. "Yeah. That sounds good."

After a moment's awkward pause, she stuck out a hand. After a second's hesitation, Jasper shook it.

"So, see you later," he said.

"See you later," said Rachel.

He turned away, his hand slipping from hers. He climbed up into the cab and shut the door, then waved to her through the window. The cab started off. She watched it go until it turned a corner. She wrapped her arms around herself.

"See you later," she said again.

After just a moment more, she went back into the Society.

There were other people who still needed her.

Jekyll looked at Utterson as though he was a particularly tiresome dog who had followed him home.

"If this is about Lanyon, I'm not interested," he said.

"Why not?" Utterson said, too shocked for diplomacy.

"Because he's made it abundantly clear that he has no respect for me or anything I do," Jekyll said. "Now unless it's about the exhibition, go away."

He tried to shut the door in Utterson's face. Utterson caught it.

"What on earth happened between you two?" he demanded.

"A falling-out, Gabriel, clearly. Now if you will excuse me—"

"I won't," Utterson interrupted. Jekyll glared at him.

"Then I shall put it bluntly," Jekyll said. "What happened between Lanyon and me is none of your business."

"I'm your friend, Henry," Utterson said. "I'm trying to help."

"All your help has done so far is make things worse," Jekyll said. "I think I would prefer to do without it, thank you."

"I'm sorry," Utterson said. "And Lanyon is sorry. We ought to have listened to you about Hyde, we both admit that. I'm here to make reparations, whatever that may entail. Lanyon is taking things awfully hard—"

"I don't give a damn about Lanyon," Jekyll said.

Utterson blinked.

"Oh," he said.

"Whatever you're trying to do, Gabriel, whatever you're trying to accomplish, stop it," Jekyll continued. "I neither need nor want your help, except as it pertains to the success of the exhibition. While I'm grateful for all that you've done so far, in that regard, I can and will find someone else to handle it if you're incapable of keeping your nose out of my personal business."

"I—well," said Utterson, stung. "Of course, if you'd prefer—strictly professional interactions, then I can . . . accommodate."

"I would prefer that, yes," Jekyll said sweetly. "Seeing as your meddling in my personal life has unilaterally made a mess of things."

"I see," said Utterson, who did not. "In that case, I am . . . sorry to have disturbed you. And I will wish you a—a good day, Dr. Jekyll."

"Good day, Mr. Utterson," Jekyll said. He closed the door. Utterson stood there blinking for a good two minutes, trying and failing to understand what had just happened.

Miss Flowers wandered past the bottom of the stairs and saw him.

"Jekyll shut the door in your face?" she asked.

"Yes," Utterson said vaguely.

"He's been like that," she said, and continued on her way, shaking her head.

In the end, Utterson simply went away.

#tgs #the glass scientists #fanfic #silver #i'm pretty sure this is 12/14?#so yeah 2 more to go

20 notes · View notes