#(note that I will both completely understand and won't blame you at all if you want to keep them)

[itsamenickname]

Them 💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡

hubbies <3

[leclercloml]

Summer boy | LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x actress!reader

Summary: y/n l/n the popular actress mainly known for her role in the popular summer series the outer banks but she's constantly ship with her certain co-star and everyone thinks they're dating, but that's not true.... right?

Genre: SMAU

warnings: grammar mistakes i guess , kind of internet bullying?? (Don't worry y/n is a supportive gf who will not stand back)

Author's note: no hate towards any actors/actress all of these are just fictions. AND yes I'm doing this as a memorial of summer, because WINTER is coming bby!!

fc: Blanca Soler

yourinstagram

📍Charleston, South Carolina

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yourinstagram your favourite cast are back. 🌊🍉⛱️☀️

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madelyncline so we're gonna completely gonna ignore how you dropped the beer right after taking the first picture?

⤷yourinstagram I have no idea what you're talking about

⤷drewstarkey I do.

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⤷username rudy crying in a corner

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⤷username they're dating tho-

⤷username did they tell you that?

⤷username they don't have to, it's obvious

⤷username yeah sure.

jonathandavissofficial you guys had watermelons? Without me?

⤷yourinstagram you were nowhere to be found

⤷rudeth we looked for you, for like 3 minutes.

⤷yourinstagram we did.

⤷jonathandavissofficial DAMN you guys were looking for me for SOOO LONG

⤷username RUDY and Y/N they BOTH were looking for jd TOGETHER

⤷username GIRL- they're friends it's not much of a big deal

⤷username IT.IS.

hichasestokes rudy looking good in last slide.

⤷rudeth i always look good.

username caption is sooo real.

username my babieeesss 🫶🏻🫶🏻

⤷username they are grown ups, you grow up too.

rudeth

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rudeth 🌊🌊

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yourinstagram yayy!!

⤷username just confirm it at this point

madisonbaileybabe your annoying.

⤷yourinstagram you're.

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⤷username you won't understand.

username can we talk about how adorable rudy looks in the first pic

username he's so boyfriend coded

⤷username all thanks to our queen

username ARIANA (LANDO) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

⤷username omg!! I just noticed what

⤷username ahh he have definitely watched outer banks!! I mean it's a great show sooo.

⤷username the crossover I didn't know i needed

username rudyy/n 🔛🔝

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram as maria carey once said "boy why you so obsessed with me?" 🤍

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madelyncline who isn't

⤷madisonbaileybabe nothing but facts

⤷yourinstagram mwah mwah 🤍

username sometimes I wonder even if she's real or not

rudeth get a job.

⤷yourinstagram shut up lil bro

⤷username 😭😭 they're sooo

⤷username they're literally bullying eachother tf you on?

alexandrasaintmleux beau 🤍

⤷yourinstagram merci alex 🫶🏻

⤷username HELLO??!N WHAT THE FUCK??? WHAT?? WHEN??? HOW??? Y/n and Alex are friends???

⤷username who's alex?

⤷username f1 driver charles leclerc's girlfriend

⤷username y/n recently moved to monaco no? maybe they met there

username why is no one talking about Lando's like?

⤷username omygod finally I was looking for this

⤷username can you blame him tho? I mean look at her

carlossainz55 mariah carey.

⤷username ahhhh kanskabsjs WTFFF???!

⤷username the caption is a carlos refrence.

username she's so beautiful

landonorris

📍 Charleston, South Carolina

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landonorris beach boy 🤽🏻‍♂️

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username his curlsss 😭🫶🏻

username he's in charleston???

⤷username yeah the location say so.

⤷username you know who else is in charleston?

⤷username who?

⤷username y/n l/n

⤷username the actress?

⤷username no, the president. ofcourse the actress

⤷username okay...and? Isn't she dating her co-star rudy pankow?

⤷username nah people just ship them, there's no confirmation but you know what else? few months ago y/n moved to monaco and lando lives in monaco as well, I mean like half of the drivers live there but that's not the point and from past few weeks y/n and lando are liking eachothers post and alexandra (charles's girlfriend) commented on y/n post as well AND lando, charles, alexandra, alex albon, lily, george, carmen, carlos and rebecca all started following y/n and she also follows all of them back.....sooo, you get what I'm saying??

⤷username delusions!!! no no no she's with rudy!!!

⤷username are you convincing me or yourself?

⤷username guys...this comment makes a lot of sense...

⤷username nah nah nah can't accept it

carlossainz55 south carolina huh? 👀

⤷username Carlos what do you know??

yourinstagram look at those curls

⤷landonorris thanks,someone put their hand through it a lot.

⤷hichasestokes by any chance that 'someone' is really annoying?

⤷landonorris nah that someone is most adorable human alive

⤷charles_leclerc I didn't put hand through you hair? Tf?

⤷landonorris not talking about you either mate

⤷username the nial is river in egypt

⤷username lmao Charles 😭😭

username rudy better than this guy honestly

⤷username girl stfu and get the fuck out of here.

⤷username stfu there's a reason why she choose lando and not rudy 🥰

username this is sooo 😭😭

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram name a better tour guide than me, you can't.

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madelyncline didn't both of you got lost??

⤷username this is the most y/nrudy thing.

⤷username and you know that's rudy because?

⤷username I don't think that's rudy, that guy have been on that show since s1 why would he even want a tour guide to that place lmao.

username landoooooo

⤷username nu-uh

rudeth he literally told me how you were forcing him to eat sea food even tho he hates it and when he denied you didn't talk to him until he got you like 20 ice creams.

⤷yourinstagram HE TOLD YOU??THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BETWEEN US

⤷username hope all those delulu girls see this, it was not rudy 🥰 it was lando he hates seafood 🥰🥰

⤷username i refuse to believe this they were my number one not some random guy who drives car is gonna take em away from me 😭

⤷username you guys are so weird, just because they're celebrities that doesn't mean they're not human, both of them are grow up, rudy and y/n were nothing but friends you guys were the one who started shipping them, istg leave em alone it's their life, and stop hating on them for no reason you don't know them personally

⤷username speak louder for people at the back

username so it's confirmed? They're together.

⤷username not confirmed but I think everyone knows

username I'm happy for her

⤷username I don't like whoever this Lando guy is

⤷username don't worry, we don't care 🥰

username leave Lando alone wtf? He's a grown man!! She's a grown woman!! RUDY AND Y/N NEVER FUCKING DATED, THAT SHIP OF YOURS NEVER EXISTED IF LANDO MAKES Y/N HAPPY AND Y/N MAKES LANDO HAPPY WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM HERE???

⤷username they're just bunch of kids or groupies

username man wtf is wrong with some people

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram my beautiful beautiful boy, I've said this to you in person but I also want some people to know too, you're the one i love and you're the one i choose I'm really sorry for the behaviour of some 'fans', you don't deserve it, but I want you to know that I'll be there for you, no matter what happens I'll be there for you when you have a tough race and I'll be there for you after some random bitch on instagram said something and I'm not good at expressing my emotions but YOU, Lando Norris, you make me the happiest person, after I have a bad day, after my favourite team losses, after I do bad on set, you're the one who cheer me up and I want you to know that no matter what happens I'll always be there for you and i love you so so so so much!! that I have looked at you in millions of ways and I've loved you in each and every single one of them, you're a bit annoying in like almost every of them but it's okay, and i promise that I'll forever love you and even after all of this i would still choose you again, again and again, I love you 🧡.

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landonorris this is way too much affection for me to handle, but I'll manage, i love you.

⤷yourinstagram there's no such thing as "too much affection"

landonorris baby i love you so so so so so sooo fucking much that it's actually so concerning

⤷carlossainz55 yup I can assure you on that

⤷yourinstagram tell me something that I don't know 🤭

madelyncline put those fuckers on their place!

username "I'll be there for you after some random bitch on instagram said something" nah you all fr pissed her off

⤷username calling her fans "bitch" real mature

⤷username "fans" are supposed to support their favourites and their loved ones and learn to respect their privacy, rather than bullying someone who makes them happy and basically judging their life without even knowing them personally, those people were not fans they were groupies.

username she literally said "fuck soft launch, y'all bitches needs to be put in their place"

landonorris you're so beautiful, are you single?

⤷yourinstagram no! get away from me I have super cute boyfriend.

⤷landonorris lucky bastard.

⤷yourinstagram I'm the lucky one 🤭

⤷username gonna hug a tree at 300km/h

charles_leclerc he's crying

⤷landonorris I'm not crying.

⤷pierre_gasly you are.

alexandrasaintmleux happy for you both 🫶🏻🫶🏻!!

⤷yourinstagram grazieee alex!! come over, I miss you.

⤷alexandrasaintmleux @/charles_leclerc read that? get yo car out rn!

⤷charles_leclerc we're on our way.

username "I have looked at you in millions of ways and I've loved you in each and every single one of them" AHHH!! WHEN.WILL.IT.BE.ME??!!

landonorris all mine.

⤷yourinstagram all yours.

username my favourite couple.

landonorris

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landonorris my beautiful beautiful girl, you're the best thing that have ever happened to me, you exist in my world I a way that no one else does, you're so so special to me and i admire you for what you are, for what you have been and whatever you will be, For me, you are enough, you are worthy, always have been always will be, you always say that i deserve better but i don't need someone better having you is a thousand times enough and the world may not know but the greatest love i ever had and i ever loved will always be you, i love you ❤️.

tagged; yourinstagram

yourinstagram LANDO NORRIS.

⤷landonorris yes love?

⤷yourinstagram that is so sweet I can't even explain oh my god I love you so so so sooo much!!

⤷landonorris i love you so so so soo much too!!

carlossainz55 never in my 29 years of life I've ever thought Lando No-rizz could be that poetic.

⤷landonorris there's a lot of thing you still need to see old man.

⤷username us carlos us.

yourinstagram my babyyy!!! MWAH MWAH.

⤷landonorris you type that and expecting me to not want that irl?

⤷yourinstagram I'm literally right beside you.

⤷username me and my toaster looking hella dirty, we're gonna take a bath i guess.

rudeth the only person I trust who can handle that idiot.

⤷landonorris i got it buddy!

⤷yourinstagram shut up!

madelyncline keep my wife happy 😭

⤷yourinstagram noo!! I'm always yours.

⤷landonorris um excuse me what the actual fuck?

username adorable ahh mfs.

yourinstagram lando norris i love you.

⤷landonorris y/n l/n i love you too.

username and they lived happily ever after.

PS: I hope you all like it, and I don't have much to say, thank you for reading, have a great day ahead!

[brucewaynehater101]

I had a rather angst idea for a Good Dad Bruce au. One where he actually loves his kids and Jason never died (they still took Tim in because they found him taking pictures of them on patrol) and everyone is a lot healthier. The family spends time together and while they do squabble, like all families, they don't fight like they do in canon.

Then one day, they get an alert that the cave has been broken into and when they rush to check it out, they find.... Tim? Which shouldn't be possible as Tim is following behind Bruce and was literally at breakfast with everyone else. The new Tim's head snaps up when they enter and he just sighs, "Damn it, I was hoping to avoid you guys. Well, Multiversal Code Lima Omega Sigma Tango. Is that still the code here?" Which is the Bat code for "someone fucked up and sent me through a multiverse portal and now I gotta get home". Before anyone can fully comprehend what's going on with New Tim, he turns back to the Batcomputer, where he's currently pulling up information on Zatanna and Constantine.

Bruce walks over to the computer, worried about this version of his son being lost so far from home and says, "well help you get home. Do you know what world you're from?" And Tim simply raises an eyebrow and says, "oh. Is this one of *those* dimensions? How annoying. You can help by getting me some coffee, keeping Bat Brat and Hood away from me, and I'll be out of your hair soon enough. I won't even be here long enough to make your paranoia to bad if things go right."

All that is. Rather concerning. Especially because none if them have Hood in their names. Of course these Healthy Bats insist on helping New Tim out for as much as he will let them. It can be noted that he only accepts food from Alfred, Steph, and Cass and only drink from them and Dick. Anything Jason, Bruce, or Damian tries to give him is completely ignored, Tim acting like it isn't even there. He also is isn't refusing to interact with Damian and Jason but unlike the others, he won't say anything to them until they say something first.

Eventually Damian snaps and says, "Drake, why are you ignoring myself and Jason?!" Tim simply slowly places the tablet he was typing on down and turns to Damian and Jason who are a little pissed and also worried about Tim and why he's acting the way he is. After a deep breath, Tim says, "simply by observing I can tell that our families are extremely different. For example, both of you get along very well with your Tim. It is not so on my world. I will not go into details for all of our sakes, but both of you have made *multiple* attempts on my life. I don't blame either of you and things have been almost peaceful recently. I don't blame either of them, it's simply instinct for them. But that doesn't erase the fact that someone with each of your faces has nearly killed me at least 5 times *each*. I understand that it wasn't you two who did it, but I would still rather not become complacent around any version of either of you to avoid becoming complacent around them. So just. Stay away from me." Tim then turns back to what he was doing and resumes research on how to get back to his own world.

Jason is shocked and horrified that any version of himself would make any attempt on Tim's life, let alone almost half a dozen! He snarls, "what do you mean it's *instinct* for them? What, is only one person allowed to be in the family at a time or some bullshit?!"

Tim and Jason go back and forth a few times with Tim refusing to explain fully, simply calling it Instincts and everyone calling bullshit on that until Tim snaps, scales spreading across his hands and face as his pupils become slits and a hood flares out of his neck that was previously hidden. In a blink, Tim has become some kind of human animal hybrid as he hisses, "because I'm a Viper, Jason is a Hawk, and Damian is a Mongoose!! They naturally hunt my kind, I don't blame them for not trusting me or attacking me if I don't warn them that I'm there! I don't blame either of them for trying to kill me on sight the first two times each of them met because I'm a Cobra!" Once Tim settles down he pinches the bridge of his nose and deshifts back to fully human as he grumbles, "I apologize. I shouldn't have snapped like that just. Just leave it."

Jason and Damian attacking him on instinct is all a lie. They just don't want to accept Tim into the family and this is an easy way to excuse any murder attempts. If Bruce or Dick catches them, they just lie through their teeth that Thr Pit makes it harder to control the more instinct driven side of them, or its lingering effects from whatever Rouge they got Poisoned by last, or Tim was shifted and didn't warn them when he walked up. Sure it's fine for everyone else in the family, hell in 99% of the world its considered perfectly OK to be shifted at all times, or at least it is for animal hybrids like mice and birds and dogs, but not as much for Spiders, Snakes, and Pathners.

As for what the rest of Snake Tim's family is, Bruce is some kind of Fancy Dog (as was his mother) and when he's Batman he fluffy up and puts temporary dye in his fur to look like a Rottweiler or Doberman, Dick is a Swan who used basically spray on hair dye that Bruce made special for his feathers so people thought he was a Robin Shifter, Jason is a Hawk who's wings got the same treatment, Tim is a King Cobra like his mom but when on patrol he keeps the hood hidden and chews black gum so the inside of his mouth looks black like a Mamba's, and Damian is a Mongoose like Ras and Talia but the public thinks he's a ferret. Steph is either a Possum or a Raccoon and makes jokes about having switched animals with Tim as birth. Cass is a black panther who loves the groom her family.

Shifter AU!!!!!!

I was not expecting that, so I was pleasantly surprised ^^

Snake comparisons for Tim are underutilized and beloved. I'd be down to see way more of them. As for this AU, I'm curious about what seems to be Shifter-ism (not sure if there's a better word for that), their instincts, and how often Jason and Damian get away with attacking Tim. Are they at least doing better now? It seems that Tim is weary of them, that they attacked him even with full control of their actions, but that he doesn't blame them.

Also, is one of Tim's instincts to take naps in sunny spots? Is he slower when he's cold?

For the cover-up that Tim did, it was brilliant. He crafted a perfectly logical reason for why they would attack him (especially for Bats who are presumably unfamiliar with shifter instincts and thus unable to call him out).

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 28

chapter 47:

1. 😟😶 no one even got to say goodbye. i- WHAT THE HELL??? FUCKING RIDDLE

2. i’m at least happy that remus, james, and pandora can all take care of each other during the games.

3. im actually highly worried about regulus being a death eater. too worried, actually

4. “Regulus realizes it as he sits there, never moving or doing anything at all, just breathing; he isn't scared this time. Not even a bit.”

reg not being scared makes ME scared

5. “He had planned to kiss Remus' mask one last time, and kiss Remus, too.”

of COURSE it’s ALWAYS wolfstar that tips the tears over. why does THAT make me sob???

6. oh shit. it’s a maze

7. “”Come now, surely you wouldn't harm me and little Draco, would you?"

"I'm going to give you one chance to run," Sirius tells her, holding still, "and take little Draco with you."”

LMAOO they both know she’s lying out her ass

8. “It's Mavis and Velvet; they'd done exactly as they promised they would. They found weapons, found each other, and they died together. Their bodies are splayed out on the ground right beside one another, curled close in death like the lovers they were in life.”

oh shit oh shit oh shit i’m starting to cry again. i feel so bad for them, but don’t blame them in the slightest. it’s what i would have done

9. “and there's just this quiet, momentary mourning and respect for two people who loved each other and decided, together, that they would not participate in a game as cruel and sadistic as this one. They went out together, in complete control of their own fate, and they never deserved anything other than a long life full of love.”

crying HARDER. this would be the turning point in the games for me. i shit you not, i’d start teaming up and trying to break out the fucking arena

10. “And then, unprompted, Regulus' voice rings out, nearly snarling. He's addressing the sky, the audience, the Hallows in a low hiss of derision when he declares, "When you take them, you take them together, and know that it's your fault."”

i know i’m quoting this whole little section, but it’s IMPORTANT and it HURTS and everyone in that arena is being human right now instead of trying to survive. they’re all united on the front that they’re human and understand what it meant to love

11. i’m not surprised that the “first” kill of the arena was made by sirius. especially since it was to save regulus

12. WAIT YALL ARE GONNA LAUGH AT ME FOR THIS!!! sirius killed twelve people in the arena the first time. just like how he was blamed for twelve deaths in canon. i. it took me too long to make that connection yall

13. oh CHRIST i forgot that they planned to kill marlene’s parents in front of her right before she went in the arena. i’m so sorry. i want to comfort her

14. “Someday, Riddle is going to fuck with the wrong person, and they're going to slaughter him, and on that day, the whole world is going to shine just a little brighter” 👀 side eye

15. sirius has too much trust in regulus and i understand why and i see that, but BABES you’re so wrong

16. “In fact, they're all eyeing him like they're considering just killing him now so they won't have to deal with the headache he is sure to be. He's so ridiculously fond of each of them, truly.” 😶😑😶 blink blink. my dear. you need therapy

17. i- eli got in the arena and took a GODDAMN NAP- no fucking way. that’s wild y’all

18. regulus hating the rain is so me. and i’m not even exaggerating. reg hates the rain and refuses to go in it. if i get wet from the rain, the second i get indoors, i start having severe panic attacks over getting wet. i don’t blame him in the slightest.

19. y’all. people have really got to stop challenging regulus. he says that he’s gonna kill a person or stab them with a fork or brutally maim them if they kill/insult james or sirius. and every damn time, people still test him. and every time, he goes through with it. why do people not believe him?? he SAID he won’t hesitate

20. the authors notes are literally me on the previous point (19):

“regulus: i am telling you explicitly what i will physically do to you if you do This Thing

everyone else: *does it anyway and is immediately shocked when he follows through*

like??? DOES HE LOOK LIKE THE TYPE OF MAN WHO JOKES??? WHY DOES NO ONE TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY??”

😭😭😭 me fr

remember to respect zar’s wishes and fanfic laws! do not buy fics! do not repost crimson rivers on other sites. please and thank you.

[sunlight-fics]

Stand By Me

•Andrew Hozier X reader

-Warnings: ESTABLISH RELATIONSHIP!none, fluff, stressed out Andrew, dancing the living room to old love song.

The perfect rainy Friday night to stay in and just relax. You were at home getting dinner ready while listening to old love songs and was really missing your lover/fiancé. Andrew decided to stay at the studio later than usual, you couldn’t blame him. The poor man can’t sleep if he can’t write a song. A couple hours later he opened up the front door and step in side, his clothes drenched and his hair slightly matted because of the rain. He sat down his bag and guitar case, then made his way over to you. You met him halfway, he hugged you and stayed quiet. “How was your day, darling?” You asked looking up at him. “Stressful and lonely. I missed you more than before.” He said while pulling away from hug so he could look you in the eyes. The music in the background didn’t distract the moment that was happening. “I understand, my love. But you’re home now!”

You were trying to lighten his mood. “Yea… that’s true.” He then smiled at you. “Dinner will be ready soon. Do you wanna rest until then or help out in someway? I really don’t care what you pick.” You said turn your attention back to the dinner you were cooking and the music playing. He turn his attention to the music. “What is this song? I’ve never heard it before.” He asked curiously and completely forgot about your question. You looked at your phone to see what the song was, “The song is ‘Stand by Me.’ By Ben E. King. Why do you ask?” You said in response and also setting your phone down. “I like it, it’s a song that you can hear and want to slow dance to.” You the restart the song, walked over to him and held out your hand. “May I have this dance then?” You knew that was pretty cringy way of asking but you did anyways. He smiled and took your hand, leading you into the living room. The song played through the speakers and they dance. “When the night has come, And the land is dark. And the moon is the only light we'll see. No, I won't be afraid. Oh, I won't be afraid, Just as long as you stand. Stand by me.” His mood seemed to be instantly lifted as the both of you danced while the song played in the background and the rain outside got heavier. He spun you around, your h/c hair swooshed behind you as he did that. “And darlin', darlin', stand by me. Oh, stand by me. Oh, stand now. Stand by me, stand by me!” The song then end and you smiled at him lovingly, he smiled back at you happily. His mood was most definitely lifted now. “I love you so much.” He said pulling you in for a hug. “I love you too, hon.” He then gently kissed you on the lips you had missed the feeling of his lips on yours all throughout the day. The other songs played in the background and he looked around the room for a moment, his attention was then back on you. “Wanna dance until the dinner is done?” He said while slipping his hands back into her hands. “Of course.” You both then continue dancing to songs by ‘Frank Sinatra’ , Queen’ and ‘Elvis Presley’. The night had just completely restarted in their minds, and it was perfect.

Note: TYSM FOR READING!!!!! Go check out the playlist that I reference in this (I made the playlist!!!!!)

[yourlocalstranger123]

@junejunejun

—The post—

I totally understand your pain. Your fav character not having enough fics of them in this app? Absolute pain. Also! Spoiler alert❗️ there's gonna be 2 readers together 😘🥰 (totally not because idk which 2 gender of readers u wanted)

This is kinda sh- bad.

Note: I do not proof read so if I miss-spell something or like instead of saying her/he or she/him and saying "you" Please do correct me.

Male reader is either taller or stronger than itto. Just wanted to point out

DNI MINORS. Of course, if u are one and still read it; I won't stop you, but you can't blame me. <3 Also, I still don't completely understand how to lock a fic thing. Idk anymore

Warning:! 3rd person point of view? NSFW, Slight blood mention, praise k!nk, threesome, Slight rivalry between readers, only 2 genders (f!) And (m!) So no trans reader, Itto is AMAB and I think that's all? Tell me if I missed some.

Itto— orange

×—×—×

Itto was doing a Beetle battles again. Totally not dying inside from being defeated 8 times in a row. He finally was finished as he wobbly tried to find you. Sniffling at his loss slightly, but still, his mood was happy! Like, how can't he not be happy with you? He still tries to find you until he finds a bottle filled with bright and hot pink color liquid.

He wasn't gonna drink it at first, but he was unconsciously coming closer (perhaps because of the aroma in the atmosphere). Without knowing until he gulped the whole bottle down, he panicked since he didn't know why he did that. He quickly ran to your guys house, finding you both there as his hair was a mess. he quickly rested his head on {F! Name} lap/thighs. (Don't worry, the certain merchant that selled that was me teehe. It's all free.)

(Guys can have very....nice thighs, you know. Either buff, slim, thick, and girls thighs, or any. Because I'm going to suffocate myself with it either way— I mean.....nvm-...im just saying y'know.)

[Also, the lap/thighs is {F! Name}]

He shuddered when he felt a more, muscular and bigger hands onto his neck that was playing with his hair. It was {M! Name}

"What's wrong itto?" {M! Name} asked. {F! Name} was also worried. Rubbing his horns softly as he whined. "*hic* Please help me....it huurts..! Pleashe.....?" His words slurring, as his face flushed with red

He's squirmed, whining how it hurts! Please help him? Pretty pleaseee? Drooling as he quickly kissed back when {F! Name} kissed him. Trying to lean more into the kiss, he yelped when {M! Name} walked to the bedroom upstairs, covering his mouth from the embarrassment of making the sound.

But quickly forgets it and tried un-buttoning {M! Name} shirt but pouting when he struggled, so he simply ripped it apart, which made {F! Name} slightly chuckling and made {M! Name} raise his eyebrow at him.

"Oh my, how impatient of our Itto to just do this!" {F! Name} laughed as she said that. {M! Name} sighed but smirked slightly when he saw Itto voice muffling against his neck, sucking it and leaving marks. {M! Name} groaned when he felt Itto biting him, licking off the small drops of blood.

Both of you guys eyes widen as you see Itto's teeth....did it become more sharper and bigger than before? It doesn't matter because Itto is both of you guys darling precious Oni! You guys slightly blushed as many lewd thoughts comes out as you see Itto laid out onto the bed, looking do majestic!>>>

Itto's pants were getting tight, trying to quickly tug it off. Panting as he tried grabbing you both with his hands but instead just making a grabbing action in the air. Whining as {M! Name} Chuckled. Itto drooled as he saw {F! Name} fingering herself for prep after you both finished taking your clothes off. {F! Name} pulled of Itto's pants and was about to put Itto's cock into her dripping pussy but {M! Name} slightly moved her over and kept Itto for himself.

Seeing his smirk of winning, {F! Name} scoffed. But soon went to Itto's side, letting him gently grabbing her chest and letting him suck on it. Drool dripping from his chin as he muffled his moaning by sucking on it. Slightly shuddering and tears forming when {M! Name} started to finger him, laughing when three fingers fit in so easily.

"Oh? Already playing with yourself while we weren't here?" {M! Name} teased. Biting and sucking Itto's chest as he continued scissoring Itto's hole. Itto's face flushed, hugging {F! Name} waist. Hiding his face into her chest. "Awww, is my Itto upset from {M! Name} teasing?"

{F! Name} said. Itto slightly nodded, bucking his hips into {M! Name} fingers. He opened his mouth, letting his tongue out. He whined when you didn't understand his desires.

"Please let me taste you, pleaseeee?"

Itto begs, squeezing her thighs as he pouts and uses those doggy eyes of his. Sighing, but smiling at {M! Name}. As he rolled his eyes at her, she lifted her hips up and lines it up to Itto's mouth. As Itto desperately eating her out, {M! Name} finally entered him. Groaning by the warmth and tightness around him as Itto whined. Grinding against him, Itto eyes rolled back as it teased his prostate.

"What a good boy, staying still and listening to us. Good boys definitely need a reward, don't they?" {F! Name} smiled, seeing Itto's cock twitch at her words. Stroking Itto's hair as he licked off the juices from her pussy. Not wanting to waste any,,

The room filled with slurping of itto's mouth on {F! Name} boobs and the creaks of the bed. Making {M! Name} smiled at the destroyed state of Itto, pressing onto the bulge, which made Itto squirmed. A blue oni covering his mouth, panting as he desperately humped his palm as he leaned onto the door. Listening to the lewd sounds.

[ladylamrian]

Broken Heart never heals

Female Main Character: Alexis (Alex)

Pairing: F!MC×NikRyder

Summary: What happened the night after Alex's royal fae welcome party in Lamrian...

Word Count: 1.1K words

Rating: Teen (Angst, Heartbreak, Death)

Warnings: Character Death

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Choices Fanfiction Taglist: @lilyoffandoms ; @secretaryunpaid ; @blackcatkita ; @infactnoimmasitinthemiddle ; @mikaelsrose ; @peonierose ; @jdstar88 ; @hopelessromantic1352 ; @tessa-liam ; @mxdanni ; @mariemarieohcontrary ; @rosepetals1 ; @stars-are-within-me ; @dutifullynuttywitch ; @artbyalz ; @bri1234 ; @thosehallowedhalls ; @choicesficwriterscreations ; @choicesmonthlychallenge with @jerzwriter [Regret, Guilt, Remembrance, Forgiveness]

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Author's note: This scene takes place in the middle of the Choices Nightbound book.

Nobody thought that something like this would happen tonight. A tragedy. Tonight, the most respected duke of the fae, Lord Elric of Lamrian, passed away as he got killed by the deadliest creature that ever existed, a bloodwraith. As the protection wards of Lamrian fell, the monster managed to enter the world of fae to kill the most powerful beings. Alexis was its first victim and prey to eliminate at her welcome party in the fae world. It almost had her if it wasn't Lord Elric, her newly found birth father, who saved her life and risked his own. This incident just happened a few hours ago and Alexis could still remember everything. It was so fresh and everything happened so fast.

Nik Ryder, her personal bodyguard guided her back to his own apartment after all this happened. Silence hung in the air, and both were shocked. They couldn't believe what had just happened. It took time until words came out.

"Hey Alex, how are you holding up?" he checked on her, wanting to make her feel better as he caressed one of her cheeks with his thumb. But Alexis gazed silently in the air, not reacting which made him worried.

"Alex? Alex? Are you alright?", he asked again until she finally came back to her senses. He met her swollen eyes and trembling lips.

"Do I look like alright to you, Nik? After... After what just happened?!!! After that monster...", the girl sobbed until she crashed into tears and began crying.

"Rook, hey... It's okay now, it's okay. I'm here."

"No, It's not okay. I'm not okay. Let me go!!! Don't touch me!!", Alex almost screamed, pushed his hands away, and ran upstairs, crying. Nik immediately ran after her to calm Alex down and to make sure that she didn't do something stupid. He was concerned for her.

"Alex, wait!!"

When both finally reached the bedroom upstairs, he saw her crash on the floor and crying hard.

"Alex... Shhhh, no. Hey. Hey, calm down."

"No Nik, leave me alone!! How can I calm down when my father just died?!! You saw it too. You saw him dying in front of me and in my arms.", Alex sobbed.

"Yes, I saw. And I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry. I failed you.", he apologized and trembled a little as he thought about the scene again.

Despite everything he always had a hard time not being able to save the lifes he loved. And Lord Elric was special to him because the fae lord was special to Alex. He failed her.

"Hey, I promised you I would be here for you, I would not leave you alone.

"It's all my fault."

"Of course not, why would you think that? Don't ever say that again, rook. You're not to blame for what happened. You know it's not true."

"He died because of me."

"No, I won't let you believe that and I will repeat it every day if necessary. Hey, look at me."

Nik pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, letting her cry against his chest while he whispered to her soothing sweet words of comfort.

"I will stay with you, rook. I will be your pillar. You are the only thing that really matters to me in this life."

"Nik, because of me Kristin..."

"Listen, you have to believe in me alright? What happened didn't happen by your fault, okay? You have to understand this, okay? It was not your fault." he held her face gently and whispered, rubbing tears away from her cheek.

"I wish I died instead."

"Hey!! Woah, woah... Pull the breaks now, rook. Never say that ever again!! Your life is too precious, do you hear me? It breaks my heart to even think you would say that. Your father died to save you, Alex. He would not want you to say that, he sacrificed his life for you. You have to keep going, please. For him, for me...", Nik turned serious, jaws set tight as he explained.

"Nik..."

"Shhh, shhh... I'm here. You're not alone. I will always be by your side, I will always be here for you. I will be your strength and your comfort. You are everything to me, my love... My world."

Nik cradled her in his arms, gently rocking her back and forth while whispering in her ear.

"You are the most important thing in my life now. And I will do everything to protect you, to make you happy again. I promise you that, okay? Now please, don't cry anymore because it breaks my heart.", he assured as he wiped away her tears with his thumb and gently kissed her forehead.

"I lost my dad, so of course I will cry. Nik, I feel..."

He held her face with both hands and looks at her firmly before he spoke.

"Alex, I understand your sadness. But don't let the tears control you, okay? I'm here for you and I will always be. He sacrificed his own life because he loved you, and he wouldn't want you to let the grief consume you. Remember the short moments you had together yesterday, the memories that you are going to carry in your heart. Those will never be lost, no matter what. He will always be with you in some way."

"Nik, I miss him already. I miss him so much even if I only knew him since yesterday. I thought I finally found the missing part of me which I never thought was missing."

"Rook, I know what it feels like. It shattered my world when it happened to me. I was left alone in the dark. And that pain never really goes away, you learn to live with it. Broken heart never really heal, but it doesn't kill you either..."

"I know, Nik. It's just... I just finally met my long lost father, but then already lost him?!"

"Yeah, I know. It's not fair, rook. Fate can be cruel sometimes, but please don't think that it was your fault."

"My father, Lord Elric only knew me for a day or two and already risked his life for me, Nik. How?"

"That's what good fathers do, rook. They sacrifice everything for their children. And it's not about how long they've known you, it's about how much they love you. Your father loved you so much that he gave his life to save you."

Emotions suddenly hit Alex as she cried even harder than before. She wanted the father she never had back, spend time with him, get to know him and be loved. But it was too late. She lost him forever. Just found him and already lost him. He was gone. Nik held her tightly, letting her cry against his chest. He felt her tears soak into his shirt, and his heart broke for her. But he knew that all he could do was to hold her, to support her through her grief. To comfort her. To be with her.

[howdoesagrapewrites]

imagine Hobie with a model (or mj variant) s/o but they don't have a label (or situationship maybe?) and they just gawk at each other sometimes

𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝

CW: situationship, Hobie Brown x Mary Jane Watson variant!reader, fluff

Notes: MJ Watson? Have I told you how much I love MJ Watson? MJ Watson? Hace I told you how much I love MJ Watson? MJ Watson, have I- *= Marie Benoliel is a comedian that crashed a few runways during Paris fashion week 2019

>Hobie would be content with a situationship, maybe I'm mixing up comic Hobie (who is aroace coded) but I don't think he has this big urge to confess and get a partner, he's fine basking in your presence and knowing you feel the same way

Hobie was ultimately enthralled by you, by your posture, class, but mostly, how lighthearted and even sassy you could get. Everyone who spent 5 minutes with you could attest to how completely understandable was for Hobie to have a crush on you, in fact, he's not the only one, he's has to admit he's not too happy when he finds someone else practically drooling over you, but again, can he blame them? And Hobie's pretty sure you do it intentionally sometimes, nothing cruel, just playful flirting, pulling your hair red hair back, swinging your hips a little, biting your lips and locking gazes while holding a mischievous smile, he's familiar with the bit... Because he does the same thing. Not as much with others as he enjoys doing it with you, for such a straightforward guy, he's enjoying the chase a little too much. It's a very palpable (and awkward to the poor people who end up unknowing third wheeling) situation of "will they?, won't they?" That you and Hobie have grown comfortable in. Are you both very desperate to get your tongue in the other's throat? Yes, but gawking at him moving his ringed fingers rapidly through the cords of his guitar with the thin layer of sweat covering his forehead and his freeforms bouncing as he moves his whole body to the rhythm of the rebellious songs he plays with his band seems enough for now. You know you have his trust too, he's not just attracted to you, you're a friend, someone he would trust with his life at any given moment, so when he finishes his practice and plunges himself in the couch, stretching his sore lithe limbs like a long cat, getting closer and closer until his head rests on your lap, you understand what he means, how much you mean to him.

"Y'know, I was briefly a runway model" he says, bending over the table and supporting himself with his elbows

"Ya tell that to everyone, it's getting old" his bandmate teased from the the other couch around the rehearsal room

" 'ey, I made a name for myself and all" Hobie replies, mockingly offended

"Yeah, Marie Benoliel*"

[sleepyficss]

taco (ii) x reader headcanons? general headcanons would be nice, although if you could include ones involving reader having a cutesy girly gender presentation + having BPD and NPD that would be even better. please and thank you :3

taco, bpd & npd headcanons!

taco x reader, fluff

authors note:

as my first actual request, thank you so much!! the fact that its for taco, too <33 i don't have either bpd nor npd myself, but i will try my hardest to make it accurate!! + by general, i wasn't sure whether you meant romantic or not, so i left it up in the air. could be read as either.

- written as post-ii season 2 in mind (so don't blame me if she seems inaccurate in a few episodes time lolol)

- taco has struggled a lot with her own relationships over the last few years, so the fact that you've gotten this close with her? she must really trust you.

- she's honestly terrified of you leaving her, considering the number of people who have done exactly that in the past (although, it hadn't been unwarranted...)

- swears to do whatever she can to keep you from leaving her, especially since you might be one of the very few people she has left.

- because of this, she completely understands it when you're afraid of the possibility of abandonment – but you learn to work through it together.

- she loves to remind you of how much you mean to her, that she wouldn't want you to be any different than the way you currently are <3

- the last thing she wants is for you to feel that you aren't good enough, or to have bad self-images of yourself.

- makes SURE that you know her opinion of you is highly regarded, that she loves you for you, no matter if you've had a bad week.

- taco has definitely picked up on any micro-expressions, or usually unseen habits you have that reveal the way you're feeling; especially for times that you struggle more to show those emotions.

- in turn, she's learned how to keep her own emotions in check. taco is a very grounded person, and knows how to keep calm in most situations, and will often be the one to sort out difficult situations that involve either, or both, of you.

- of course, she has her own triggers that may set her off. as long as you're there to remind her that she has you, and that the past is the past, and it can't be changed, she'll calm down enough to listen to you.

- she's a very patient person, and takes pride in understanding other people easily.

- if you're ever having a difficult day, or particularly bad 'flare-ups', taco understands not to always take any harsh words you say to heart. most of the time, she knows you don't really mean them anyways.

- she'll always wait for you to have calmed down to talk things through with you. trying to talk while hot-headed will only make things worse, she of all people knows that.

- at the end of the week, though, all she wants to do is sit down with you and relax.

- whether thats having sort of a parallel-play with each other (where she'll often read a book, or do some sort of puzzle, while you do your own activities), or you'll simply talk to each other for hours, about anything and everything.

- she's almost clingy herself, wanting to spend most of her free time with you when there's nothing else to do.

- taco isn't the type to admit it, but she enjoys seeing the outfits you come up with, complimenting you any chance she gets.

- if you ask her for ideas (in terms of what you should wear, what colour you should do your nails, etc), she'll be at a bit of a loss. she won't be much help in that department, you're better off giving her a few options to choose from, first.

- i can imagine you'd be able to convince her to match a bowtie to your outfit, though. you two would be the cutest !!

- if either of you have days where you feel almost too tired to get out of bed, the other will be happy to join in setting up the couch with blankets and pillows, and turning the television on to a show that both of you enjoy.

- taco just wants a cosy life, now that she's put her past 'plans' way behind her, and would be happy to spend every day with you.

[ohallthecrushes]

You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.

I won't blame you if you feel as frustrated as Elias in this episode. But this is part 1 of this dance between them and I swear they're gonna finish it with fireworks in part 2.

Without further ado!

Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)

Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.

General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.

In this episode: He makes some amends and takes her on a mission. They have a job to do. One simple job that definitely don't include breaking his rules and dancing in a stolen dress.

Elias woke the next morning, all felt like a fever dream. He replayed the events of the night over and over in his mind, wondering if he had pushed her too far. But he had had to teach her not to play him in the most gentle way he could, and obviously he could had done worst than that and yet he hadn't. So despite everything that could had happened, he was sure he had done the right thing.

He started his day as usual, no regret of his actions and no pondering of what could had been. He moved on and expected Evelyn to do the same.

And yet...

She didn't. Instead she was acting like a trapped animal, hiding before him in her room. He let her be for some time, until it started to feel annoying. He paced the cabin, the silence growing more oppressive with each passing hour. Their usual banter, her sharp mind, their conversations—he missed it all.

He missed her.

He needed her to feel safe with him again, so he decided he needed to make some amends, to take a step back and give her some space, and hopefully, she would feel more at ease.

He sat at the small desk in the corner of his bedroom and pulled out a piece of paper. He took a deep breath and began to write, old-fashioned style.

Evelyn

I realize that last night might have been too intense. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or scared. That was never my intention. I understand that you need time and space to process everything, and I want you to know that you're safe here.

I have to leave the cabin for a couple of hours or so. Use this time to relax and think. When I return, we can talk if you’re ready. Or not. It’s your choice.

Elias

He folded the note and walked to her door, sliding it under with a sense of finality. As he walked to the living room, he reflected on his own feelings. How much this note was a simple manipulation and how much sincerity he actually put in it? He furrowed his brows not sure of the answer.

He gathered a few things, packed a small bag, and glanced back at the door of her room. He wanted to knock, to say something more, but he knew it wasn't the time. With a sigh, he turned and left the cabin, hoping that the time apart would help them both find some clarity.

As the door closed behind him, the cabin felt even quieter. Evelyn, hearing the front door shut, got up from her bed and retrieved the note. She read it slowly with a hint of disbelief.

Was he sorry? Really?

Or was he trying to lure her out?

She appreciated the gesture even if it wasn't complete genuine, but it also left her with more questions. She sat down on the edge of her bed, holding the note, and pondered what her next move should be. The silence now felt less oppressive and more like a space for reflection, though it felt unnatural as well. She looked at the door. Had he left? That would be a relief, wouldn't it?

Moving with cautious, she left her room and peeked into the kitchen, then the living room.

Empty.

A quick check confirmed the front door was still firmly locked. Elias wasn't playing any escape games this time.

She smiled slightly at the realization. For the first time since arriving, she was alone. Freedom at last. She came back to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of tea as a simple act of celebration before she began to explore the cabin. Now without him around she could check everything more precisely, hoping to find something interesting.

But she felt disappointment quickly. The cupboards yielded nothing but mundane supplies, drawers hid nothing besides the ordinary, and the walls were adorned with generic landscapes devoid of any personal touch. No photos, no souvenirs, no personal belongings... Was there anything real in this place, anything that offered a glimpse into the man who held her captive?

An hour later, she slumped onto the couch, the search was fruitless. Everything was clean, even sterile, a carefully constructed facade that revealed nothing. The answers, if any existed, were likely locked away in Elias's room.

She swallowed the disappointment down her throat with a tea. The man she was drawn to was still an enigma. She knew nothing more about him than what he'd told her. And yet he knew more about her than she'd ever revealed. It wasn't fair.

The last night...her plan to get revenge, had back fired at her in ways she hadn't expected. It was partly her fault for underestimating him and thinking that stepping on this man's pride and provoke him was a good idea, that somehow she'd be able to control the situation. But even with all the consequences that he'd warned about, and his possessive statement that she was his, she couldn't deny that the arousal she'd felt had overshadowed the initial fear.

Now that she was alone in the cabin, she could be completely honest with herself and finally admit it.

And honesty, the consequences were ricocheting in her mind between being a threat and being a delicious promise.

The sound of the front door opening halted her contemplation. Elias walked in, his dark blue eyes sweeping the room before landing on her. A hint of amusement danced in their depths.

"Thorough, aren't we, Evelyn?" He sounded almost amused. "Did you find anything… interesting?"

He knew. Of course, he knew. She forced a nonchalant shrug, trying to hide her disappointment. "Just looking around."

"And here I thought you'd just enjoy your freedom, relaxing with a book, maybe trying to pick up some locks..." he glanced at her, setting down a bag he had brought with him.

"It was tempting to try, but no, as you can see I'm still here." She smirked at him. "But It was nice not having you breathing down my neck for a change."

His eyes twinkling with self-content as he saw that leaving her alone for a while had brought expected results. "Good girl. I'm glad you didn't try to run. It shows you're beginning to understand the benefits of our arrangement."

She bristled at the patronizing tone but chose to remain silent. As she rose, ready to go back to the solitude of her room, he spoke.

"Hold on, Evelyn." he gestured her to stay. "I've brought you something."

She watched curious as he reached into the bag and pulled out something she didn't expect to see. Her old guitar.

He handed it to her like a very precious delicate gift and observed her reaction, reading the kaleidoscope of emotions on her face.

Hesitantly, her fingers reached out, tracing the familiar shape of the instrument. All those memories of songs she'd played when her life had still been normal, came back to her. She couldn't help but smile with nostalgia.

"Thank you." she said genuine. But her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she added playfully. "Don't expect me to play any love ballads for you."

"Not a ballad fan, sweetheart, don't worry." he chuckled. "But I would like you to play something for me. One song." He lifted his index finger. "After all, I went all the way back to your old flat to get this. Surely you can indulge me."

She hesitated for a moment, but then her fingers brush the strings, and she nodded. "Fine, I'll play you something, but not now. I... I need to adjust the guitar first. Maybe later."

"Ok, I'll take your word." He agreed, watching her holding the instrument tightly to her chest.

The guitar was a calculated olive branch that served a purpose, and a sliver of normalcy tossed back in her hands. He was pleased that his gesture had the intended effect, bridging the gap created by their last night's confrontation.

"Anyway..." He said as if reminding himself of something important. "We're hitting the road tonight, so your performance has to wait until we come back."

"We?" she repeated with surprise. "Me too?"

He slowly nodded. "I have a job to do and I believe you may prove yourself useful."

"Useful?" she repeated again, taken aback. "And what kind of job?"

"Don't worry, beautiful, nothing too dangerous." He paused before explained. "Let's just say that someone took something from me. Now, it's time to take something back."

His explanation was as little as ever, but by now, she was used to his veiled pronouncements. She pressed further however, wanting to know what she would be getting herself into.

"Steal something back?" she asked. "Another house break-in then I assume?"

"Something like that." he admitted, his voice devoid of remorse. "Are you in?"

She tilted her head in a knowing look. As if she had a choice. "How can I not be?" She asked with irony.

As the evening came, she changed her clothes to something black and tied up her hair. She was ready to go...eager to go to be honest. She knew that this road trip wasn't something she should be looking forward too, but it was a break from the monotonous routine of the cabin and getting out of here felt like a relief.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and pink. She stepped out of the cabin and quickly settled down next to Elias in a sleek black car, ready to hit the road. The car purred to life, and just like that they took off into the night.

The dark highway stretched endlessly before them. They didn't talk much. He was focused on the road before him, while she was fiddling with the radio, skipping through various stations. One station after another buzzed to life, offering a cacophony of pop hits, grating news broadcasts, and static, before she found something interesting.

The music filled the car until the last note of the last song faded, leaving a charged silence in its wake. He reached out and flicked the radio off, his gaze focused on the road ahead. "We're almost there." he announced, his voice low and serious.

She straightened in her seat, her attention fully on the surroundings now. As they neared their destination, the landscape began to change. Sprawling suburbs gave way to a more secluded area, and finally, a large villa came into view. It was an imposing structure, surrounded by a high, well-maintained fence.

He pulled the car to a stop at a discreet distance, the engine idling quietly. He turned towards her, his eyes serious. "This is it." he said.

She couldn't help but feel uneasy. Even though she knew the house was probably empty, it still didn't feel right to just break in there.

Elias on the other hand wasn't fazed at all. He explained the layout of the house and the security system. "The alarm is electronically controlled." he said. "Disabling it should be a piece of cake for someone with my skills." He tapped his fingers against the wheel as he glanced at the house. "However..." he continued, gesturing towards the fence. "there's a dead zone near the back window I need to access. I need to plant a device there, but the damn fence is too high to reach from outside."

She eyed the fence with skepticism. "So, what exactly are you proposing I do?"

"Simple, my dear Evelyn. You're small enough to squeeze through that hole in the fence over there." He pointed towards a barely noticeable gap at the base. "Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to plant this device near the back window."

He pulled up a small, sleek gadget that looked utterly unassuming. "Don't worry." he said, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Like I said before, the house is empty. The biggest threat you'll encounter is probably a bored guard dog… or maybe just a case of claustrophobia."

She glared at him, unamused by his attempt at humor. “Not funny, Elias.”

He shrugged in a nonchalant way. "There's always a dog guarding places like this. Just saying..."

She stared at the barely visible hole, then back at him. The situation was absurd, a scene ripped straight out of a bad spy movie. But deep down, her wild spirit she'd tried to suppress, urged her to accept the challenge.

Grumbling under her breath, she wore her gloves and snatched the device from his hand. "Fine." she muttered, the word laced with annoyance. "But if I get mauled by a guard dog or stuck halfway through this ridiculous fence, I'm blaming you."

"Don't worry, trouble." he said, his voice teasing. "I wouldn't send you if I wasn't sure you can do it. I wouldn't want to lose my most valuable… asset."

Whether his words were meant as a compliment or a veiled joke, she couldn't tell. With a sigh of resignation, she crept out of the car and towards the fence.

The hole was barely big enough for a child, and definitely not designed for a grown woman. She started to crawl through it, wincing as twigs and branches scratched against her skin. Leaves tangled in her hair, and dirt smudged her clothes. This was supposed to be a high-tech heist, not a scene from a children's comedy show.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pushed herself through the opening. Standing up and dusting herself off, she scanned the yard for any sign of the bored guard dog Elias had mentioned. Nothing. He'd probably been pulling her leg.

Shaking her head, she located the window he'd described. Following his instructions, she placed the device, its tiny antenna pointed directly at the window. A moment later, a green light flickered on, indicating a successful connection. Elias had hacked the system.

Now the waiting began. She scanned the yard again, the silence broken only by the chirping of crickets. The night air was cool against her skin, the adrenaline from the crawl starting to wear off.

After what felt like another eternity, she saw the front gate opening and Elias came through.

"Took you long enough." she grumbled.

There was a smudge of dirt across her cheek, and a stray leaf clung stubbornly to her hair. Her clothes were covered with dirt and debris.

He suppressed a chuckled, noting her annoyance. ���You know, I had to be sure my entrance would make a good impact. Anyway you did well.” he praised her as he took off the stray leaf from her hair.

She sighted, his complement did nothing to make her feel less like a crappy burglar. She watched him as he held up his phone. No elaborate climbing or lock-picking for this modern-day thief. Just a few taps on a screen and the door swung open, welcoming them into the opulent interior. He handed her a flashlight and took the lead, not wasting any time. She followed close behind, her gaze wandering over the marble floors, the gleaming chandeliers, and the artwork that decorated the walls. For a moment, her annoyance at being dragged into this bizarre mission faded, distracted by the surroundings.

When he pushed open a heavy wooden door at the end of the hallway, it became clear what he was after: a computer. Or more precisely, what was in it.

He snatched it up, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he plugged a device into the machine, his movements sharp and decisive.

"Downloading something, I presume?" she asked, watching him.

"Something like that." he murmured without looking up.

He didn't elaborate, and she knew better than to ask. This was his world, and she was just a reluctant accomplice or an useful assistant. Whatever the role, she found herself drawn further and further into this dangerous web.

As he continued his work, a low hum of the computer filled the room, the only sound besides the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his fingers on the keyboard.

She shifted from foot to foot, her gaze drifting around the office. The sleek furniture, the polished wood accents - it was all impressive, but it did little to quell the restlessness creeping in.

Her eyes landed on the desk, and there, nestled beside the open laptop, sat a half-eaten bag of what looked like chocolate chip cookies. Surely, a single cookie wouldn't hurt, right? The owner of this mansion wouldn't even miss one, besides, after her adventure through the fence, she deserved a little treat. She slipped off her glove, her fingers reaching for a cookie. Just one, she promised herself. But then, one turned into two, and two became three. The rich chocolate and sweet dough melted on her tongue.

Suddenly, Elias's head snapped up, his dark eyes locking onto her with disbelief. "Unbelievable." he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation.

She froze, mid-chew, a half-eaten cookie suspended in her hand. "What?" she mumbled with a sheepish grin. "They're delicious." she added defensively. "Besides, I've earned it."

He raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the screen. “You have a habit of stealing food, you know that?”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Hey, you keep dragging me into these situations. A girl’s gotta eat, especially when she's bored.”

He leaned back in his chair and sighted. He couldn't help but be charmed by her brazenness.

"Alright, alright." He conceded. "You can explore a little. But stay close, and keep your sticky fingers off anything valuable. And for god's sake, put your glove back on before you leave fingerprints everywhere."

She finished the cookie and winked at him. "Yes, sir." she said mock-saluted him.

She ventured out of the office. The mansion was a labyrinth of hallways and grand rooms, each one more luxurious than the last. She kept her distance, as he had instructed, but curiosity, a persistent itch she could never resist scratching, propelled her further away from the office.

Following verbal instructions had never been her strong suit anyway.

She stumbled upon a room that undeniably belonged to a woman. The air hung heavy with the sweet scent of perfume. The sheer amount of jewelry and expensive accessories was beyond absurd.

Unable to resist the urge, she reached out and picked up a pair of oversized sunglasses. She held them up to her face, peering through the dark lenses. They weren't her style, not at all, but the sheer extravagance of it all was intoxicating.

One item led to another – a wide-brimmed hat, a chunky bracelet that glittered with diamonds. Each piece was like a part of a costume from a life she could never truly inhabit.

Flicking on a small bedside lamp, she caught a glimpse of a vast walk-in closet through an open doorway. The sight that greeted her was enough to make her jaw drop. Rows upon rows of designer clothing, each piece more luxurious than the last, hung with invisible try me tags.

One piece of clothes caught her attention – a black, lace dress that shimmered with a subtle, otherworldly glitter. Surely, just trying it on wouldn't hurt, right? Without hesitation she slipped off her dusty clothes and tried on the dress.

The fabric clung to her, fitting her perfectly. She stood before the large mirror, feeling like a diva just about to attend a luxury dance ball.

Except the music was missing. And this dress craved a soundtrack.

Her gaze fell on a vintage-like music player on the nightstand. She turned it on and hit the play button. a classic 80's slow jam started playing. Perfect.

Meanwhile Elias was nearing the finish line. Just a few more minutes, and he'd have what he came for.

But suddenly he felt a prickle of unease. He glanced towards the doorway, expecting to see Evelyn hovering nearby, but the space was empty. A frown creased his brow. He'd specifically told her to stay close. Curiosity was one thing, but blatant disregard for instructions was another. Great. Just what he needed – a rogue captive with a penchant for wandering.

Sighing in exasperation, he pushed himself away from the desk. There was no point in waiting any longer. He had to find her, and hopefully, she hadn't gotten herself into any trouble.

He stalked down the hallway. He called her name once, a low growl that echoed through the house. No answer. Then, he heard a sound, a faint melody, a slow, sensual tune that seemed to ooze from a room down the hall. His frown deepened. Music? What the hell was she doing? With a surge of irritation, he followed the sound until he stood before the right door. He pushed them open and his eyes fell upon the scene before him. There, in the center of the room, stood Evelyn.

And she was a vision.

Clothed in a black, glittering dress that clung to her body like a second skin, she swayed to the music. Her hair that had been pulled back in a messy bun, now cascaded down her shoulders.

For a moment, he stood there, speechless, his initial frustration forgotten. She looked... incredible.

Then, as quickly as it came, the spell broke. He remembered why he was here, and the reason she shouldn't be cavorting around in stolen clothes.

"Evelyn!" he snapped, his voice sharp with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

She startled and whirled around, the black dress swirling around her legs. As her gaze met his, her lips curled into a mischievous grin. She began to sway towards him, her movements effortless and fluid. She spined around and her hand reached out landing on his chest.

"Dance with me, Elias." she said with a low voice. There was a playful invitation in her eyes that felt like a dare.

He stared at her, his initial annoyance dissolving a little. His lips parted, his first instinct was to refuse. The mission was paramount, and he should be reprimanding her, not indulging in a dance. But the way her hand felt on his chest, and the way she looked at him, made him hesitate.

"Just for a moment, please." she asked.

Her body came closer and he found himself at a crossroads. Logic screamed at him to pull away, to focus on the task at hand, but his resolve weakened. The memories from the previous night crawled back into his mind, awaking the desire in him.

With a sigh of surrender he took her hand off of his chest and pulled her closer, their bodies moving together in a slow, hesitant dance.

"Let the music take you." she breathed, her words laced with a playful innocence that belied the effect she was having on him. "Just feel it."

He wasn't sure if it was the music, the borrowed dress clinging to her curves, or the sheer surreality of the situation, but he started to enjoy it. For a few precious moments, the world outside the room ceased to exist for them and the lyrics of the song filled the room.

A safe night, I'm living in the forest of my dream.

I know the night is not as it would seem.

I must believe in something

So I'll make myself believe it

This night will never go.

Their bodies swayed closer, the distance between them shrinking. They could feel the magnetic pull between them growing stronger. His touch, initially hesitant, grew bolder, his hands more daring, hungrier as they tracing down her lower back. He spined her around and pulled her closer, pressing her body to his. Her lips parted slightly as if on the verge of a whisper, letting out a small gasp. He wrapped his arm around her waist and then, with a swiftness that surprised even him, he closed the distance between them completely. His hand found its way to her neck, their breath mingled, eyes locked. In a rush of urgency and need, his lips landed on hers in a hungry, possessive kiss.

She kissed him back with the same desperate urgency, letting his tongue slipped inside her mouth. It wasn't a gentle exploration, but a hungry claim. The kiss was fueled by the built up tension and lust, and the knowledge that this fragile connection could shatter at any moment.

Her hand tangled in his hair, digging into the dark strands as she pressed herself closer. Why was she responding to this man, her captor no less, with a such uncontrolled way?

A gasp escaped her lips, a sound barely audible among the melody of the song.

I never stop myself to wonder why

You help me to forget to play my role

You take my self, you take my self control

His lips left hers, trailing down to explore her neck. His hand, hungry and possessive, grabbed her butt as the other squeezed her neck. A voice, a faint echo of reason, whispered in the back of her mind, urging her to stop this madness. But the heat of his touch, the lust they both felt, were too powerful to resist.

He wanted more, it was evident in the way his hand dipped beneath the flimsy dress, sending a jolt through her. Suddenly he pushed her back onto the nearby bed, the dress pulled up showing her bare thighs. He let his body fall gracefully on top of her, hovering above her. He wasn't going to be gentle this time. The pressing need within him demanded a different kind of intimacy, a raw possession. His touch, rough and insistent, charted a path down her body, eliciting gasps that charged his own lust. A different kind of music to his ears.

I, I live among the creatures of the night.

I haven't got the will to try and fight,

against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it,

that tomorrow never comes.

His hand found its way under the dress, revealing more of her body to him, giving him an access to her most vulnerable parts. She felt his hand pressed on her soaked underwear, his fingers started eagerly rubbing her clit through a thin fabric as his mouth attacked her neck, going down to her cleavage. He almost ripped off the dress with his other hand, to free her breast. His mouth found a nipple and sucked on it, his teeth half-gently nibbling it, making her gasped with overwhelming sensation.

There's a moment of resistance, of course, a whispered plea for him to slow down. But he didn't listen. He pushed past her defenses, his hunger a relentless wave that would eventually crash over them both.

She had no other choice than to submit to him. She clung onto him, her hands slipped underneath his shirt, pulling it up, her nails scratching his skin.

He reached down to his pants and unzipped it, his hard cocked pressed onto her clit as he lowered himself, pinning her down to the mattress. He was ready to take her, to finally claim her, to hold sway over her desires and needs in ways she couldn't even imagine.

But then, as abruptly as it began, the music stopped. The silence that followed was filled only with their rapid breaths and uncontrolled gasps. He tensed for a moment, his body pulling back from hers just a fraction as he opened his eyes.

What was he doing? Taking her on a stranger's bed in the house they'd broken into? Ripping off the dress that didn't belong to her? Was he really wanted to fuck her here? Leave his seed, his DNA all over the crime scene? Risking to be caught?

A frustrated groan rumbled in his chest.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire and unwanted but unassailable realization. This wasn't the place. Doing it here wasn't an option.

With a muttered curse, he pulled back, his body tensed with self-restraint. He'd let himself get lost, be recklessly careless and taken over by his primal desire. Fuck.

It was deeply frustrating. He hadn't planned on this, on the way her touch would disarm him, the way her own recklessness would affect him in such way.

She was left laying sprawled on the bed as he got up. Her breath was caught in her throat, she felt disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by shame and confusion. She hadn't expected this to go so far, yet a part of her couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration at his abrupt retreat.

She propped herself on her elbows and looked at him as he zipped up his pants and pulled down his shirt. He didn't wear his usual mask of indifference, there were a lot of conflicting emotions playing on his features, frustration, anger, suppressed lust and something akin to disappointment.

His words when they came were clipped, harsh commands that startled her. "Get dressed. Change back into your own clothes. Tidy this room up, make it look like you weren't even here and meet me in the car. And do it fast. Don't make me have to come back here."

There was no room for questions, no space for arguments. His voice was a harsh rasp filled with danger and an unspoken threat.

She just watched him leave trying to figure what had gone wrong. She realized that he'd let himself get caught up in the moment, just like her. He'd forgotten the danger, the mission, all for a dance and a kiss and everything that this kiss had been leading to but hadn't meant to happen. He was angry, that much was clear, angry at her and perhaps, even more so at himself.

With a sigh, she rose from the bed and started to undress...

Inside the car he didn't spare her a glance, his jaw clenched tight as he pulled out of the driveway, leaving the mansion behind them. She sat beside him in silence thinking that this wasn't how it was supposed to end. Their moment of a raw unexpected lust had felt so good when it had lasted. Now, it felt like a cruel tease though this time it wasn't her intention at all. But did he know that?

The silence in the car was heavy. Finally, he broke it, his voice laced with a harshness. "You had one job, Evelyn." he growled. "One. Stay close, don't touch anything, and don't cause any trouble. You managed to break every single rule in the span of ten minutes."

His words were a whiplash, leaving a stinging mark on her pride. He was right, but his anger wasn't exactly triggered by her disregarding of his rules, but the unfinished dance between them. She couldn't help but feel resentment. This hadn't been entirely her fault. He, too, had been caught in the moment, momentarily forgetting his rigid control and rules. Yet, she knew that it wouldn't be wise to make him realize that right now. It'd only escalate the already tensed situation.

"I... I'm sorry." she mumbled instead, the words barely a whisper.

Tears for some unknown reason pricked at her eyes, blurring the passing scenery. She turned her head away with an attempt to hide her vulnerability.

He glanced at her but didn't say anything.

The miles slipped by, the memory of their dance, of their tangled bodies, vivid and pulsating, played on a loop in his mind. Her hand, warm and insistent, on his chest, the heat radiating from her body, the kiss, the lust that had ignited a firestorm within him... He knew he shouldn't had taken her invitation in the first place. It would have jeopardized their entire mission. Luckily he'd regained control over this mess before it'd have brought them into serious troubles.

Unfortunately he was aware that the problem they were facing now, the real problem that wouldn't just go away, was the lingering tension, the lust that required to be fulfilled, the unfinished dance that had started long before they'd entered that mansion.

The problem had to be resolved quickly before it got out of hand.

And he knew that they could defuse the tension in only one way.

But they needed to get back to the cabin first.

[spaceyaceface]

Don't Go Where I Can't Follow

Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt (Platonic) (Or not idk read it how you like)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Feelings of guilt, murder, almost murder, angstttt oh my god, hurt/comfort

Summary: Sebastian can't give up. Not even after he's killed his Uncle. He's determined to save Anne, and won't take no for an answer.

Or, a brief exploration into the broken(?) friendship between Sebastian and Ominis after everything happens.

A/N: A bit of a deviation from my normal content. No MC to be seen here besides a brief mention. I really liked writing this, though, because it's hard to imagine things go "back to normal" after the catacombs.

They’d all given up on him. On Anne. Even she had made that clear in that damned letter, running off to Merlin knows where. What did they not understand? He couldn’t afford to give up; not when he knew he was so close.

Solomon had destroyed the relic, and Anne had done the same with the book. For a while, those blows had devastated him. 

But they hadn’t been able to burn what lingered in his mind. 

He’d read that book, over and over, practically memorized it—and he found it was enough to start on. Enough to keep him going. 

No one agreed with him. They were too afraid of the power that laid just past their fingertips. Ironic, for the new fifth year he had befriended. Hadn’t they been trying to master powerful magic themselves? What was it that had them so afraid this time around? The fear they felt—both them and Ominis—is what stopped them. It was foolish. Why fear it, when you could control it?

Because he’d felt the way that sort of magic flowed through him. He understood the reins he had to hold, the deep well that was stored so deep, just waiting to be accessed. 

There had to be a cure in those depths. Had to. 

He no longer asked for help in his studies. Why bother—all he’d get was a no, an argument. Another person telling him he’d gone too far, when he knew he was just scratching the surface. 

He’d made new habits. Ones that involved him sneaking around the castle, even in the light of day. Ones that had him skipping classes—none of them mattered more than his sole focus. He skipped meals. Spoke to no one. An endless loop of searching, searching, searching. 

He’d find it. The answer. It was out there. 

People stared at him wherever he was seen nowadays. He supposed he couldn’t blame them—he looked quite different. His hair had grown longer. Eyes more sunken. When he looked in a mirror, he saw himself looking more and more like Anne, and it only spurred him to try harder. 

There was one pair of eyes that never looked upon him—simply because they couldn’t. They belonged to the person Sebastian avoided the most. 

Because there was a pain that lingered there—one that hurt more than others. One that reminded him of those moments after he killed his uncle, a twist of the stomach that’ll leave him breathless if he lets it. 

He’d labeled that feeling as betrayal. It didn’t seem right, but he decided it was close enough. He’d felt betrayed by Solomon, and betrayed by Ominis. Surely that was the thread that connected them. 

But Ominis hadn’t betrayed him completely. Not like his uncle had. No—Ominis had decided not to turn him in. His loyalty had won out for that much—maybe that was why it had hurt even more. That there was some loyalty—some trust—that remained. It just had limits. 

It was probably cruel of him to use his old friend’s space in a way he would have so very disagreed with. But Ominis hadn’t been back to the Undercroft after everything had happened, and Sebastian didn’t know of any other place to continue his research. So he defaced the walls with pages torn from books, with writings and notes connecting them. 

He was scribbling something down on one of the pages when he heard the door open behind him. 

It seemed that Ominis had finally returned. 

Sebastian tensed, standing silently. Ominis’s wand let out its constant red glow, and Sebastian knew his friend sensed him, confirmed further when his pale friend faced toward him. 

“Sebastian.” 

It was strange, hearing his name in someone’s voice. It struck Sebastian that it had been quite some time since someone had spoken directly to him. 

“Ominis,” he answered, frowning. 

“I need to talk to you.” 

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say.”

“You’re not yourself, Sebastian,” Ominis said. “You haven’t been for months.”

“How do you know that?” Sebastian hissed. “You’ve given up on me. Everyone has. I think you’ve all just forgotten what I’m like.”

“Sebastian—”

“But I don’t give up so easily,” he continued, stepping closer to the blond. “Even if Anne is done with me, I’m not finished. Not until I find a way to heal her.”

“I haven’t given up on you,” Ominis spat. “Why on earth do you think I’m here right now? And do you think I want to see Anne healed any less than you do? This isn’t the way to do it, Sebastian. Don’t you feel any of it?”

“Feel what?” he growled. 

“Guilt,” Ominis answered. “Remorse. I know it’s eating you whole. Don’t you regret any of it? Haven’t you lost enough of yourself already?”

Sebastian laughed bitterly. “Lost myself? I haven’t lost anything. At least not anything worthwhile.” 

“Are you as blind as I am?” Ominis shouted. “What about your mind? Clearly that’s not with you. Your uncle is gone. Your sister.”

Anger anew ignited inside him. “This is for her! All of it!” Sebastian roared. 

“She doesn’t want it!” Ominis yelled. They were across from each other, a few short feet apart. “She doesn’t want you, not sick with this madness!”

And that’s when Sebastian realized his wand was raised. 

It’s pointed directly at Ominis’s chest. There was a familiar taste on his tongue—like iron, but more bitter. It’s the taste of words uttered once before, words that had taken a life. 

His wand clattered to the ground. Before, this time, instead of after. Out of fear instead of regret. The sound echoed from the walls, and it sounded too much like those catacombs. 

He’d almost done it. Again.

He looked back up at Ominis, and to his surprise, there was no horror there. No fear, from his best friend being ready to kill him. Instead, there was nothing but anguish, tears flowing freely down his face. 

“Please,” Ominis said. His voice was soft. Trembling. Nothing like the shouts from moments before. “Please, Sebastian. I know this path. I’ve followed you, for better or worse, for all my life. But I can’t come with you if this is where you go. I’m begging you, don’t go where I can’t follow.” 

“Ominis…” The word came out as a twisted, strangled noise. 

He wasn’t sure who rushed to who, or if it was a perfect meeting in the middle. But suddenly, Ominis was embracing him, and Sebastian clung back like he was drowning. A sob made its way up his throat, and hot tears came tumbling down on his friend’s robes. 

Those things he had locked away, refused to let himself feel, came forward with full force. The loneliness. The sting of his failures. The guilt. That was what he had felt, every time he had looked at his friend. A guilt and shame so deep and lasting, he feared it would destroy him. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, over and over again. Because his friend had warned him, he had seen the end from the beginning, and Sebastian had ignored it. “I’ve lost everything. Everything.”

“Not everything,” Ominis said, pulling away enough to talk to him. “I’m right here.” 

Sebastian leaned forward, letting his forehead rest against his. “You’re the only family I have left.”

Ominis seemed at a loss with that, tears anew flowing out. It took a few moments for him to croak out a few words. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I need to stop,” Sebastian said. “I need your help. I can’t do this, not alone.”

“You won’t be alone,” Ominis promised. “Not anymore.”

One feeling came forward, warmer than the rest. One that he decided he would cling onto, with everything he had. 

Hope.

[theflyindutchwoman]

The road to Chenford - The Love Interests

Let me preface this (very) long post by saying this is only my opinion. This is about how I interpret the whole Chenford arc. The show is vague enough that pretty much all interpretations are valid. But if you feel differently, that's perfectly fine.

There's a lot of things that made me fall in love with Chenford, and I'll talk more about it in another post. But one aspect I found intriguing was the way the different love interests Lucy and Tim had throughout the show were used. Usually love interests are brought as a plot device to separate the main characters and bring all the angst... It's something that pretty much every TV shows do. The jealousy trope has to be one of the most common one... And yet, here, it was never really used the usual way.

Let's start at the beginning.

// Isabel & Nolan

It is rather interesting that we got love interests for both Lucy and Tim right from the start (probably because Chenford was unplanned). And how much their story is still impacted by that. With Isabel, we had front row seat to the trauma her addiction was having on Tim : the spiralling, the heartbreak, the guilt and the walls he had to put up to protect himself. But we also witnessed how far his loyalty goes and how deeply he can love. It was an important tool to give us some insight on a character that could otherwise have been a stereotype. And from there, we were able to get a view of what he is looking for : someone who can love him just as much, who will fight for him and who will make him feel like he's enough. With Nolan, we saw a completely different side of love. The hot affair (their words, not mine), the sneaking around and the impact it could have on Lucy's career. And what she wants is explained during the breakup fight : someone who thinks she is worth fighting for. Lucy is not upset because she is being dumped, she had come to the same conclusion after all. It's how easily Nolan seems to be able to discard her and their relationship that truly hurt her.

Now, the irony is her arc was supposed to be for her relationship with John… Kudos to the writers for adapting it seamlessly to Chenford. It is quite uncanny. On one hand, we had one relationship that was formed while they were rookies and made it work until UC work destroyed it ; on the other hand, we had one who flamed out before it could even truly start. If they keep Lucy doing UC work, I really hope we will have some conversation between Chenford to tie up this part of their arc : they both need to be reassured that the work won't come between them, because in the end, that was the downfall for their first (on-screen) romance.

(Little side note : I understand Alexi might have planned for NoChen to be endgame, and as much as we give him shit, as we should it's what keep showrunners honest, I appreciate that not only he agreed to change that part of his plan (the last true shipping moment for NoChen was in 1.12 I think, so really early), he was graceful enough not to destroy Chenford out of spite or even downplay their bond (he could have had John save Lucy in Day of Death, have her stay with him after Jackson's death etc). I'm not saying it's all perfect. And I'm sure he protested. But imagine creating a story around the main couple, only to realise that one part of that couple has more chemistry and works better with another character. With the exception of Fillion, I doubt he had any say about the casting. And even if he did, chemistry tests only work so far (Melissa and Eric probably didn't even have one). My past experience with showrunners is that they'd rather kill their show and blame the audience for being too stupid than admit they're wrong or should change their plans... The past few years are full of cautionary tales of TV shows that burned down. He may have been petty about it on his interviews, I don't read them so I can't say, but at least it didn't let it impact on the story. Cheers to that I guess).

// Rachel & Emmett

After the trauma Tim experienced, it was a nice change of pace to see him in an uncomplicated relationship, see him relax and simply enjoy himself. With Rachel, it was all about healing and it's not by mistake that Lucy set him up with someone she knows to be easy-going, calm and nurturing if we consider her job (I know it was for a bet and she didn't exactly choose Rachel. But do we think she would have done this if she didn't think it could be a good thing?). And we can never have too much of Tim smiling. Or shirtless Tim. We saw Lucy interfere even more - with Isabel, she got caught in the middle at first, she didn't really decide to cross his personal boundaries on her own. She was just trying to help Tim not go down with the ship. But we did learn that she kept in touch with his ex-wife. With Rachel, she had a direct hand in the set-up and she did soften some of his edges as well (the birthday gift for instance). Most importantly, it never had a negative impact on Chenford. If anything it brought them closer. But in the end, we saw the same problem that with Isabel : Tim was not enough. Rachel put her career first (nothing wrong with that by the way!). The red flag, so to speak, was the clear lack of communication : she never mentioned to Tim being interested by a job in New-York, let alone warned him about the interview. I mean, if you're seriously committed, a conversation beforehand might have been nice. And while Tim entertains her idea of them moving, it seems to be more by curiosity. We don't really see him hesitate or have a full grown-up talk about how they should move forward. The ending was… Well.. Hey does Rachel even know they broke up? Cos we didn't! So who knows! Jokes aside, I wonder if we were supposed to see her again in season 03 but with COVID, they changed it. Still could have been nice to have her name mentioned at one point.

Now, Emmett was supposed to be a mirror to Rachel : Tim's friend and a healing step in Lucy's journey. After what she went through with Caleb, seeing her be able to take that step forward was really great. Flirty and carefree Lucy is the best. I wished we had seen a little more of them (the actor got a main part on another show + Covid rules = not possible) so it was less abrupt. Having Emmett treat Lucy as someone in need of protection was also a nice callback to Nolan, who broke up with her "to protect her". No comment on the breakup by text. That's just petty. Although I did like he involved Tim in it... I wonder how that meeting went.

// Ashley & Chris

All right, there goes the very unpopular opinion : I actually didn't mind them. Much. I mean I could have done without them, but since we never really had to see their full respective relationship, Lucy or Tim being pretty much always around, it worked for me. Mainly. Don't get me wrong, I'm mostly indifferent towards Ashley because she was just dull. And I dispised Chris cos he reminded me of so many people I met in law school, it's not even funny (right down to the lack of empathy and inability to read the room. So spooky). It's the journey that I didn't mind.

After Angela's wedding and Lucy staying at Tim's place, the attraction between Chenford was front and center. But as I will talk about in my other post, I don't think they were ready to go there (grief is not the best foundation). And the writers didn't want to either, so that's moot. Now, as I said earlier, the most common trope in TV shows is to introduce new love interests to play up the tension and jealousy, have some pining on the side… And after the revelation in 3.14/4.01, it would have been the perfect timing. Only we didn't get this here, hence the frustration that I think many experienced. What's the point of having to suffer if we don't get the goodies.

Except, like I said, I absolutely love we didn't go the typical route. Why? Because jealousy is rarely written properly on TV. More often than not, you end up with people being used, hurt, acting childish and/or petty. Not a really good look for all the characters involved. It gets even worse when the ship still don't get together after all that hustle. I love angst, but come on. So instead of the promised angst, we kept on the same path than with Rachel and Emmett : the progression of Chenford's bond. It was never about Ashley and Chris. It was always about Lucy and Tim's story and how they were different and the perfect person. How their bond was special and how they NOT ONCE wondered if they should spend less time together. Even after the double date. Especially after the double date. They are close, period. They're willing to make efforts for Ash or Chris, but not change their interaction between them. It was about how, despite love interests, they were still each other's person and the one constant. And to me, that is so much more powerful.

Case in point. 4.06 - Ash is introduced but the episode spends more time about the bet between Tim & Lucy 4.08 - About Lucy finding out Ash is now in the picture (who is not even present on screen) 4.10 - About Lucy's dog even though she only had him for a couple of days so it should be irrelevant and yet it's not. And how Lucy helps Tim navigates in his relationship (when clearly he is half assing it). 4.11 - About Lucy trying to help young adults in-need and Tim helping her with Tamara instead of belittling her 4.12 - All about how Lucy and Tim are each other's safe place 4.15 - About Lucy being at the right job and doing it well (and about Chris willing to cut corners to get the job done when we saw Tim refused to do the same in previous episodes) 4.17 - About how Tim was able to empower Lucy through her ordeal instead of triggering her like a certain ADA who should not even had access to her file in the first place, because hello conflict of interest 4.21 - About the next step they are supposed to take in their respective relationship but clearly are nowhere near that headspace (as much as Tim says he can himself marrying Ash, the boy was still panicking throughout the episode at the mere idea… So who are you trying to convince here?! And Lucy shutting that parent meeting so fast) 4.22 / 5.01 - What significant others? Don't know them. Who's dying on the couch? 5.02 - How Tim is the one who truly knows her and whose opinion she values the most 5.03 - How Tim is missing her 5.05 - How Lucy is the one always staying 5.06 - How Lucy can find ways to make him feel better 5.08 - How Tim can immediately see she's uncomfortable and help her talk things through as she needs to do 5.09 - How Tim knows her taste

Now could it have been done better? Yes. I think the execution got lost in the middle. It could have been clearer and sharper. And I can absolutely see how it was frustrating to have to go through other LI, especially if you ship then since season 01. And could it have been done without Ashley and Chris? Sure. But I can understand Tim and Lucy wanting to date other people (especially if like me, you think they were still mainly unaware of their feelings. Attraction, yes. Romantic feelings, not yet... For me. It's clearly up for interpretation).

By not going the traditional route, we also avoided some pitfalls and do some disservice to what is otherwise a mature and healthy relationship. And I really love that we didn't go with the easy evil trope. Lucy and Tim have enough trauma to work through the rest of their lives… Having Chris being a minion for Rosalind would have set them both back. Lucy would have to go through all that process again and Tim would only have more guilt on this plate. Not to mention that having them end up together because they're the only person they can now fully trust is not exactly the best foundation. Are they together because they want to? Or because they don't trust anyone else? Considering all their lingering doubts from their previous relationships, that's definitely not what they needed for their own personal growth. Besides, I doubt it's the last time we've seen Chris : the door was wide open when he left Lucy's place, and I don't think it was by coincidence. So we are going to have some mess on our hands... And I much prefer having it with Chenford as one unit. But then again, personal preferences here.

Anyway, not saying it was perfect. It was downright messy at some points… I also wonder if Ash and Chris got introduced because we lost Rachel and Emmett somewhere in the process.

And in the end, Ashley and Chris were instrumental to Chenford getting together. But that's for my other post, this one is already long enough!

I hope I didn't make too many mistakes by the way! I was a little nervous to post this.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 67 - Late Night Venting

After another day of recovery, Ophelia is suddenly woken up by a call from Hilary. Xander had told her that Hilary and Hector were spending that day settling things for the divorce, so why would Hilary call to chat at 1 AM? If it were an emergency, wouldn't she call Xander?

Ophelia keeps her voice down, but Xander sleeps like a rock.

Ophelia: Hilary? Is-

Hilary: Ophelia, can you… can you please come to the restaurant? I need to talk and you're the only one who'd understand.

Hilary sounds on the verge of tears.

Ophelia: I'll be right there.

Ophelia throws on some sweats, leaves a note for Xander and teleports as fast as she can to the restaurant. She finds Hilary upstairs at the bar.

Ophelia: Hilary? It's me. Are you alright?

Hilary: I'm wearing a base game sweater. Clearly I am not alright.

Hilary downs her nectar like she thinks someone will snatch it from her.

Ophelia: I didn’t mean to start all this.

Hilary: You didn’t start anything, Hector did.

Ophelia: I could have left.

Hilary: Don't let that man place the blame at your feet.

Hilary finishes her drink.

Hilary tries to make another drink, but a cocktail is much more complicated than pouring a glass of nectar.

Hilary: Watcher damn it! Xander makes this look so easy!

Ophelia: Forget the drink. Let's sit down and talk.

Ophelia: I’m really sorry.

Hilary: You didn’t-

Ophelia: I know I didn’t do anything wrong. I do, deep down. You didn’t either, though. I’m just… I’m sorry this happened to both of us. It sucks.

Hilary: …I’m sorry this happened to both of us too.

Hilary: I do owe you an apology. I didn’t step in as soon as I heard what he was saying to you. I’ve always considered myself a feminist, and yet I just stood there and let that man treat you like trash. It's one of the most cowardly things I've ever done.

Ophelia: Xander told me you were in shock and, after the week you've had, I believe it. Your body was probably just focusing on keeping you from completely losing it. For what it’s worth, if you interrupting meant I didn’t get to slap that jerk, then I’m glad you didn’t.

Hilary genuinely smiles for the first time in days.

Hilary: You know, when we first met, I wasn’t sure what to make of you, Ophelia, but you’ve proven to me time and time again that you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, and an even better heart. I’m so happy Xander has you.

Ophelia: That means a lot. Xander's told me lots about you. Like that time you told his bully you were an undercover cop that was going to arrest him cuz being a little jerk is illegal!

Hilary: I can’t believe he remembers that!

Ophelia: The kid peed himself! Pretty memorable!

Hilary certainly appreciates the distraction, but a question Ophelia asks catches her off-guard.

Ophelia: Any chance you’re hiring? I’m kind of out of a job right now.

It’s lighthearted in nature, but just reminds Hilary why she was trying to drink her woes away.

Hilary: You don’t need to worry about being blacklisted, dear. Any ounce of credibility Hector has is going out the window when the news spreads through the Grapevine Gossip interaction. People won't care about his opinion on the weather, let alone you.

Ophelia: Are you sure? I mean, it’s my word versus his and he’s a big deal around here. I know a divorce doesn’t look good for a man in the wedding business, but people get divorced all the time.

Hilary: Trust me, proof of his true nature will be made public soon enough.

Hilary: I’m sure Xander told you I spent today settling the divorce with Hector.

Ophelia nods.

Hilary: He finally confessed something to me. Do you want to know why he did what he did?

Ophelia: Uh, because he’s a slimeball?

Hilary: Yes, that too. But he told me that he had nothing left to lose, he considered it his ‘last hurrah’ before his life changed forever.

Ophelia: What the hell does that mean?

Hilary sits in silence. It looks like the thought of whatever she’s trying to say makes her physically ill. Ophelia allows her the time she needs to tell her.

Hilary: The day the kids and I left for the funeral… Tiff told Hector she’s pregnant.

He wouldn't… Would he?

Ophelia: I… She could be lying to get back at you for firing her. Maybe her garbage husband is the father!

Hilary: Ty is infertile. He can’t be the father… Even if she was lying, Hector admitted to sleeping with her. The pregnancy just worsens it.

Hilary: He's going to marry her, make 'an honest woman' of her. Maybe he's doing it because it looks better to the public than having a baby mama. Maybe he really does love her. That's what he told me, at least. That I basically pushed him into her arms.

Ophelia: What a douche. I'm so sorry. I can't imagine, but you know what? Those two deserve each other. This probably isn't what you want to hear right now, but you're so much better off without him. You didn't push him away, you threw out the trash.

Hilary: Deep down, I know this divorce is for the best, but… I’ve never been so scared in my life. I have to take over my parents’ restaurant, which just lost a good chunk of catering gigs from La Coppia Serena, and now I have to be a single mother? I don’t know how I’ll do it.

Ophelia doesn't know what to say but tries her best.

Ophelia: I know how. You’ll do it because you’re a strong, brave, amazing woman. Taste of Tartosa is already the best restaurant in town. Now that nothing's holding you back, you can focus on making it even better. If you need help, you know Xander and I will do what we can. We love spending time with the kids, so if you ever need anyone to keep an eye on them, call us. Whatever you need, we’re here for you.

Hilary can’t put her gratitude into words, so she doesn't try. She just lets Ophelia hug her. The two silently hold each other, trying their best to let the hug heal some of the pain they've gone through.

For the first time in a while, things feel like they're going to be okay.

By the time Ophelia gets home, the sun is out. Xander is waiting for her on the couch, having found her note. He wants to know what Hilary said, but she doesn't tell him much before falling asleep on his shoulder.

He pulls her closer and allows her to rest. She earned it.

[chesters-ocs]

couldn't help myself. continuation of the previous 2 posts. a little sorta day in the life. something about the mundane is so fun to write

wc: 852

@the-whispers-of-death pspsps im taking this au and running with it lol

It had been a number of days since Sylvester met his soulmate, which then caused a crash of panic onto him after him and Mārīte got back home.

Ever the curious little thing, his daughter all but demanded to have everything explained, and it was then that he silently cursed himself for never bothering to even tell her about something as simple and universal as a soulmate.

At least it seemed she was majorly interested, her eyes sparkling as she clung to his every word… How naive, he thought, before waving that thought away, not wanting to berate a child for being that: a child, and not understanding the world yet.

Without any further interference from his soulmate, he couldn't help but believe he made a horrific first impression. He won't blame the man, however. His mind was practically mush, and there's precious few who are willing to date someone with children from previous relationships…

As if you can even call it that, it was a glorified fling at best, and destructive at worst… Usually the worst, actually, now that he thought about it in hindsight.

No matter though… With complete radio silence from the stranger, he fell back into his usual routine. Mārīte's at school, and he's on his lunch break at some nameless company he'll forget about a few years from now. Though he supposes there is one good thing about it. Location's pretty good: central London makes it easy to find a grocery store or a bakery. Easy enough that he decided to walk, despite the rain. It's nothing worrying, given the compact umbrella in his backpack.

Sylvester steps out into the street with an expression as neutral as ever, as the man brings up and opens the umbrella. It's a simple, black thing, made of cheap material, but it gets the job done. That's all he needs. And so he trudges down main street, keeping an eye out for anything interesting.

Shops seemed to come and go constantly, rent always rising and sinking at the heart of the city. If he wasn't used to it, he would probably be overwhelmed by the size and quantity. Boutiques here, office buildings there, little family owned businesses sandwiched between both.

And speaking of family owned.. a new bakery had opened nearby, Sylvester noted. There's a couple balloons by the entrance, and the signs say there's an opening week sale. Not thinking too much, he crosses the street over to it, and pushes open the door, and unequipped his raggedy umbrella.

The place is small, but cozy. There's plenty of pastries and snacks-to-go on the display by the cash register, and the young woman in the apron greets him cheerfully.

After a second of taking the place in, the man nods, saying his own greetings. But he doesn't even spare a glance at her name tag, instead looking over the fresh goods, as well as the coffee menu.

"… Hello. Can I have a large latte to-go, as well as the chicken sandwich?"

"Of course, cash or card?"

"Card, please."

He's met with a nod, as the worker punches in the prices, and the total appears on the small card reader. He enters the pin the moment the woman turns around to work the coffee machine. A beep confirms his payment, the check already getting printed.

Within a few moments, he's out, small paper bag in tow. In the few minutes he was inside, the rain had worsened. At least the wind isn't strong today, he thought. That's one thing he didn't miss about his home: the rain tended to come with strong winds, and it did not help his hometown was a coastal one. He was used to trashing umbrellas just after a few uses due to that…

Nevertheless, he still had time to return to his office building, and sit down at his desk there. He carefully unwraps the sandwich and places the paper cup on a coaster, when he gets the urge to check his phone.

Lucky that he did too. A new message, sent moments after he left to buy lunch. He almost groaned, noticing how he forgot to turn on the volume: a nasty habit of his to do.

He swipes to check the notification, not even blinking at the unknown number. The man figured this is just another client needing a quick job.

"Hello, is this Sylvester?"

At least the message was a simple one too. A few taps later, he sends a response, before shutting off the device.

"Yes it is."

A shame he didn't notice how the person on the other side already started typing, as he snacked on his lunch. The taste is a pleasant surprise, and in the moment, he figures he'll have to go there more often. Maybe bring Mārīte there too… She'd probably like the cakes, he muses.

However, he still didn't turn up his volume, already getting distracted by office work, so it's only when he gets back home with his kid, that he'll properly see the barrage of new unread texts. Someone claiming to know his mystery-man soulmate.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

But It Beats the Darkness - Malevolent Big Bang 2024, ch 2: ADRIFT

Serial killer Wallace Larson has been murdering children for his ritual, and the cops won't stop him. Private investigators Parker Yang and Arthur Lester choose to get involved... and everything goes wrong.

Interrupting the ritual leaves Parker missing, Arthur in chains, and a piece of the King in Yellow in Arthur's head. But this piece knows who he is, and knows what he wants: to complete his ritual and rule Earth.

Unfortunately, Arthur is incredibly stubborn, maudlin over his missing partner (stupid Parker Yang), and John, it turns out, is not the only piece of the King seeking power right now.

It's a race against time, and John has a heavy handicap. With Larson in pursuit, a trail of murdered victims in their wake, and a host whose body is failing, John is determined to win at any cost... even if the cost includes Arthur Lester.

"It may not be much light but it beats the darkness" ~ Charles Bukowski, The Laughing Heart

AO3

NOTE BEFORE READING

This is part two of a Darkthur fic. There is violence and bodily harm.

This fic was written in tandem with Kraiva's IT MAY NOT BE MUCH LIGHT, and is intended to be read together, though both are standalone. For the fullest experience, read the corresponding chapter from each fic. We'll be linking the connected chapters in the end notes of each.

The incredible art in chapters two and eleven are by @wurmeon. The breathtaking 3D models in chapter six are from @iconiccookie.

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The torture started early today.

Arthur choked, fighting for silence, as one by one, they took his fingernails and his toenails, as one by one, they beat his knees until both were too swollen to hold him up, as one by one, they they decorated him with shallow cuts and poured lemon juice over the wounds.

This was a wild thing to watch.

“—still won’t talk,” said someone out in the hall, barely audible over Arthur’s vocalized panting.

The entity knew it was true. Arthur would never talk. They’d never break him. Breaking Arthur Lester was not a thing other humans could do. It was a sobering thought.

Larson entered.

Arthur hung moaning, shoulders dislocated, held upright by two goons. He was so damaged that his vision pulsed red. The entity didn’t like it. 

Larson gripped Arthur’s greasy hair and yanked his head up. “What the hell is wrong with you, son?”

Arthur tried to spit. Tried; he couldn’t get the breath, and it just dribbled down his chin.

“Charming,” drawled Larson, and let Arthur’s head fall back down. “I’m beginning to think maybe you don’t know anything, after all, Mister Lester. Just one clumsy fool, tramplin’ on things he could never understand.”

Oh, that was bad.

“Then you’re the one who loses out, aren’t you?” wheezed Arthur, who wasn’t stupid, but wasn’t wise , and so did not stay quiet, either. “Without your damn book, there’s no more sacrifices. No more children dragged from their beds. You lose, Mister Larson, and my life is well worth that.”

A moment of terrible silence. No one breathed. No one moved.

“Jack,” said Larson.

And Larson’s hideous offspring came forward, steps ponderous, cruel goat-face grinning. He leaned in.

And he bit off Arthur’s ear.

Holy fuck! John cried as Arthur screamed and twisted, trying to pull his head away from the sausage-hands gripping him, but it was too late. Fucking Jack ate the ear, chewing it thoughtfully like some weird jerky.

Shock sent Arthur into full-body shudders. Was he dying? Would this stop his heart? Shit! Larson! Be careful!

And Wallace Larson… ignored him. 

“That won’t grow back, Mister Lester, no matter what my healers do,” said Larson calmly. “You’ve been through a lot in the last few days, and I thought it might be time to lay things out for you in a way even you can understand. I’ve given up on the book; you don’t know where it is, or at this point, you’d have told us something. Similarly, you’ve made it clear you won’t give up the god inside you. Not that I can blame you—to have a god inside your body has to be the highest honor of your life, but I think we can both agree this is gettin’ ridiculous.”

Larson.

Again, he was ignored.

“Fuh… fuck… you,” Arthur managed, because of course he did.

“This has set me back quite a bit, you’re correct,” said Larson pensively, “but it isn’t the end of my journey, now, is it? So here’s what we’re going to do. You will die here, no matter what. You know that, don’t you?”

Wait, said John.

Arthur tried to push his lips together to spit, and physically could not.

“I'll take that as a yes. There are two ways this can go.” Larson’s accent somehow grew heavier as he slowed. “One: we give you a merciful death. Quick, painless. It’ll all be over, and you won’t have to suffer anymore.”

Arthur laughed, wheezing.

Wallace! Listen to me!

“Two: we take our time. You think you’ve suffered so far? Oh, no. I think you know by now that my people are very good at what they do; we can keep you alive for ages , screaming, losing skin, losing your limbs by inches, until you’re nothing but a mindless stump, no tongue or teeth left in you even to beg to die. And you know what happens then? We still won't let you . That’s right.”

The entity was feeling something else new now, something shivering and paralyzing and terrible. Fear? This was fear. The entity knew Larson, who’d been sacrificing for years to open the way, and knew he meant this threat. 

There was only one way left to go. Arthur. Arthur, it’s time to stop being fucking stupid. Arthur!

Arthur swallowed; tears slid down his cheeks, but he did not reply.

“You’ve got one last chance to get the easy way,” Larson continued. “All I need you to do is talk. One little thing. Anything. Where did your partner go to ground? A reputable team like yours, I know you had places, plans for when things got real squirrelly.” And Larson punched him in the gut, a full-body swing, turning his hips into it. 

Arthur barked air, struggling to inhale after.

“Where is Peter Yang?” Another hit to the same bruised place. “Where would he have gone to ground?” And another, fist deep in Arthur’s solar plexus. “Who told you about the book?”

The only sound, for a moment, was Arthur’s wet and tortured breathing. “…find him,” he whispered.

“What?” said Larson, leaning in.

“Tell you wh… where to find him,” Arthur breathed, barely audible, dripping sweat and spit and blood.

Oh, gods, was he finally being smart?

Larson leaned in just a bit more. “Where?”

Arthur said each word slowly and clearly. “Up. Your. Ass.”

Oh, for the love of hell. Arthur, don't be a fool!

“I think we're long past that point, Your Greatness,” said Larson casually, wiping off his fist on a silk handkerchief. “Unfortunate. Real unfortunate. Sorry about all this. Looks like we’ll just have to do things the long way.”

No. The entity was already trapped, already couldn’t even move. If they took his eyes, leaving the entity trapped in numb darkness… Wait! What about me?

Larson’s pause said more than words. “Real unfortunate.”

Panic hit, and it spared no part of him, no inch of the entity’s mind or heart. Wait! Don’t do this! Wait!

“I’m done waiting,” said Larson. “Hey, maybe we’ll luck out, and when he dies, you'll get his body.”

His ruined, fucked-up body? The stump? This is not what I was promised!

“Neither are you, ” said Larson calmly.

The entity felt like he’d been hit in the head by a brick. That is not what we agreed on!

“Well, now, I don’t recall agreeing on a god who could be split in two, or stolen like a newborn welp, either,” said Larson in the exact same nothing tone.

Arthur laughed like a broken piston, rusty and painful and jagged. “Lose,” he wheezed.

Larson stood in the wake of that laugh, gone pale with red spots high in his cheeks. “Healers here yet?”

“Yes, sir,” said whoever. “They're waiting outside.”

“Well, good,” said Larson, and began rolling up his sleeves. “Tell them to come in about five minutes. I shouldn't need more than that. Tell them to prepare for an amputation.”

Oh, no, no, no, no—

Teeth bared, shaking, Arthur’s rapid breath took on voice, a bleating misery.

Larson, no!

“Y-yes, sir,” said Larson’s servant, and walked out of the cell.

The entity moaned. Don’t you do this! You swore! You swore yourself to me!

“No offense, your lordship,” said Larson, “but I need a less… fragile deity.” He raised a saw—short and wide, many-toothed, with had a handle almost like a gun’s, designed to cut bone.

[ID:

A drawing of Arthur/Darkthur being held up by the arms by two unseen men. He looks determined and angry, and is glaring at Larson in the foreground. He has blood on his arms and coming from his ear. Yellow wisps flow away from Johns eyes. In the foreground, the silhouette of Larson faces towards Arthur, his arm holding a saw. The saw has a graphic starburst shape in reds, oranges and yellows behind it. The background is a blueish grey stone work wall.

/End ID]

No!

Larson did not obey.

#

Minutes. It was minutes. He couldn’t even feel Arthur’s pain, and yet found himself disturbed, unbalanced, enraged, terrified.

Don't you do this! Stop! Stop!

But Wallace Larson did, and then Wallace Larson turned his back. Wallace Larson handed off the gore-covered saw and left without even trying to excuse his infidelity.

Traitor! Apostate! You’ll pay for this! Don't you dare walk away from me! And the entity knew he sounded weak, knew he sounded afraid and desperate. He was desperate. What was coming next? Arthur’s eyes? Would he truly be trapped in his host in the dark, completely cut off from everything? 

Only the Dark World would be worse. He couldn’t help one unsteady sob.

Arthur Lester hadn’t sobbed. Arthur Lester hadn’t bowed. As Larson worked, Arthur laughed between screaming, cackled between shrieking, and was still laugh-weeping when he finally passed out, limp… and now, asymmetrical.

And suddenly, shockingly, the entity was glad Arthur hadn’t given in. Arthur’s submission had to be earned, and Wallace had not earned that honor. Wallace had earned only wrath, and the entity would find a way to act on that, or so help him, the world would burn.

Suddenly, Arthur’s words landed, snicked into place like a key in a lock: I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.

Yes. The entity understood now. He would not accept this fate. 

The healers did their work. Arthur no longer bled. His side healed over and scarred as if he’d been missing his left arm for months. He slept, if a dead faint could be sleeping, and the entity worked on a new plan, and worked on ways to make it happen.

He worked on ways to make Arthur submit.

#

When Arthur’s breathing changed, and he began to cry, the entity knew he was awake.

He let the man cry for a bit. He’d certainly made humans cry before; sometimes, they just needed to, and Arthur had lost an arm—but he wouldn’t let Arthur stay there. It was time to act. Arthur.

Arthur whimpered.

Listen to me carefully. I think I can get us out.

“What?”

This was phase one. This was essential. If he didn’t earn this human’s trust, the human wouldn’t obey him. That was a hard pill to swallow, but faced with damnation, the entity now knew survival came before pride. I’ve been thinking all night. I think I can get us out.

Arthur didn’t respond right away. (The entity was unsurprised; humans were easy to mentally fuck out.) “How? Wh… why would you…”

Because I understand now that you were right. He’s an oath-breaker , said the entity, low and angry . I will see him pay eventually… but I can’t do that if we die here. When you can stand, do it. I don’t think we’ll have much time.

Arthur swallowed dryly. “You’re not lying? You have a way?”

He did. If Arthur’s soul was strong. I do. It may not feel good, but I do.

“All right.” Arthur shifted. Groaned. Shuddered for a moment, an involuntary shock-response, and then finally sat upright. Then he had to breathe.

Hurry.

“Trying.” Using the wall, Arthur got to his feet. “Turning me into a mouse, after all?”

Ha, ha, ha… no, said the entity. We are breaking out of here in the truest sense. I’m counting on you, Arthur. This will be exhausting.

Arthur spoke through clenched teeth. “Then it better work the first time around.”

They’re not getting their hands on us again. Turn right, toward the window.

They had one small “window,” barred, not even wide enough to fit his a hand through. It was like a cruel tease—a glimpse of air and freedom they’d never know again, pointed, mocking .

Anger made his voice hard. This may hurt. And he pulled .

Arthur screamed.

Stand, Arthur! Stand!

Power, pulled and taken, stolen away and tied into something it was not. Power, Arthur’s soul, and in it, the entity’s metaphorical tentacles were tangled.

Somehow, Arthur still stood. Stood, as the entity extruded , stretched and shaped like dough being pulled until it snapped.

Arthur staggered left, and the entity braced them on the wall. “What the fuck?” Arthur gasped.

Easy, said the entity. Easy. I’m projecting myself.

“You’re what?” Arthur rasped, straining to stay upright.

I am about to blow out this fucking wall.

Arthur’s unseeing eyes went wide. “Then what? I’m fucking blind!”

Then. You. Run.

“How?” His voice broke.

I’ll direct you. I need you to trust me, Arthur.

Arthur breathed quickly. “This is a big fucking risk.”

For us both. Arthur, I’m trying to save our lives.

“All right. All right.”

Victory. Take a few steps back.

Arthur did. “Now, what?”

Cover your face. Ch'nglui'ahog! Break. One of the simplest commands, practical, powerful, brute force. 

And Arthur’s soul was strong .

The wall disintegrated, crumbling as if hit by a hammer. Arthur cried out as rubble smacked him, nicking his exposed skin, lodging in his filthy shirt.

Here was their way out. Go!

Arthur chose to obey and scrambled forward. He staggered on rubble, groping with his one hand.

The entity reached with his own, his magnificent limb—strong and long and powerful— and heaved them up and into dead grass that was crunchy with winter and ruin.

That explosion would bring someone though, far too soon. Up! Go! 

Arthur staggered on three limbs and the entity’s one, fell flat on his face twice, and on the third attempt, lurched along the ground, propelled by forward momentum more than strength.

Turn left! Other left!

Arthur ricocheted old wooden fence and corrected.

They were doing it. They were doing it! Faster! You’re clear! Go faster!

Arthur ran, barely more than a jog, but tortoises could win their race, and so could fucked-up escapees.

There were shouts back there. This was terrifying. This was thrilling. This was…Fuck, I need to see behind us.

“Is there somewhere to hide?” Arthur gasped.

Yes! Slow—to your right, barrels!

Arthur ducked right, found the things by touch, and worked his way around them, crouching. Panting. Trembling. Likely only upright because of adrenaline. Not good for much, or at least not for much longer.

I am the master of my fate, thought the entity. They’re just coming out of the wall we destroyed, looking in all directions, but it’s getting very dark, and they can’t see us.

“Tell me when to run. Straight behind?”

Turn for me. Yes—if you turn right around and run, we’ll get into the woods. A pause. I won’t be able to see much longer, either.

“We’ll make it,” Arthur snarled, weirdly vicious. “We’ll make it, survive, find Parker, and when we do, that fuck won’t know what hit him.”

That fuck , by context, being Larson. We will, vowed the entity. All right. On the count of three, turn and run. One.

Larson’s men shouted, blamed, ran the wrong direction.

Two.

Somewhere out of sight, Larson joined in, yelling for answers, cursing people out.

Three!

Arthur spun and ran.

Luck must have been with them because no one seemed to be following.

Slow! Tree!

Arthur ran into it face-first and nearly knocked himself dizzy.

You’re still in sight! Get into the tree-line , you idiot!

Arthur crawled.

Right! No, right!

Arthur crawled faster, lurching unevenly, reliant on the entity’s help.

It was dark in here, and the entity did not like it. Arthur crunched over leaves, gasping.

They couldn’t stop now. We have to keep going. Larson has dogs.

“We can’t outrun dogs,” Arthur snarled.

I can hide our scent for a time, Arthur, but you need to move. More magic. More drain on this human’s soul.

Arthur obeyed (ha!) and staggered forward, hand out to avoid further collision, but he didn’t need it; the entity directed him well, and used his own projected hand to fend off low and prickly branches.

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His host had done well. The entity finally let his grip on that soul vanish, let his precious limb evaporate; it was more important that they just kept going than that Arthur had two arms.

They went for hours. The darkness oppressed; distant shouts and dogs occasionally echoed toward them like bouncing projectiles, but none found them.

And this host… Arthur … was about done. The entity couldn’t risk him dropping fucking dead. Arthur.

Arthur didn’t respond, dragging his feet, head down, bent forward.

Arthur.

Arthur stopped. “Yes?” he wheezed.

There is a barn. We should go and try to sleep. The moon is about to set; it’s close to midnight. If they haven’t caught us by now, we have the time to rest.

Arthur stood, shaking. He couldn’t seem to fully raise his head. “All right. Where?”

Twenty steps ahead, the treeline stops. Then about two dozen steps to the barn.

Arthur followed instructions. They found the barn. Found it open. Found it empty but for hay and various rusty tools. Found the loft.

Arthur could not pull himself up into that loft. The entity had to, and the effort of reforming that arm just for that moment seemed to be the last thing Arthur could manage for tonight. Safely off the ground, he curled up. “Can people eat hay?”

I don’t think so. We’ll find you food tomorrow.

“Pretty sure my stomach will eat me before tomorrow,” Arthur muttered.

It was such a dark joke, but the entity liked it and chuckled. Arthur. We did it. We got away. That man… he is foul and unfaithful, a heretic, but he’s capable. It’s significant that we got away.

“I don’t know if we did yet,” said Arthur. “I need to sleep. You said you don’t. If they come, you’ve got to wake me. All right?”

Yes. Well done, Arthur.

The praise made Arthur pause. “Thank you. I… I didn’t think we’d make it.”

You still tried.

“I’ll always try.”

It was true. The entity… respected it. For a mortal, Arthur was moderately remarkable. I know.

For a few minutes, Arthur lay quiet. “Gotta get you a name.”

What?

“A name. So I can s-say—” he spoke through yawning—“thank… thank you to your face.” And he was out halfway through that last word.

Such a strange human. The entity had pushed many to their limit, to breaking, to death, and he knew what he was seeing. There was no maybe about it: this was a remarkable host, and he’d been lucky to land in him. Rest well, he whispered, and was pleased when Arthur did not stir.

Notes:

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[spiderh0rse]

stark's mind noted part 2, e6-10

e6

telling the story of how the rescas happened to that guy he found. the scientist does Not seem enthused

stark seems happy to have had someone to talk to

thinks he's probably trapped in the building, but wants to think optimistically

remembered that he saw some hot water pipes earlier, somehow? Why is this something that sticks with him so easily

"okay valve, let's work your magic. I don't want to be here too long." ...hl3 when

wondering how the situation will be resolved. Thinks they can all be rescued but otherwise concerned about the teleportation issue

Doesn't seem to think too highly of the military. Understands they tend to conquer people they fight against

"that's what you GET you,,, asshole! serves. you right" so awkward so silly

does try to talk to a vortigaunt. maybe because it was bipedal? I'd assume bipeds to be more intelligent than quadrapeds

talking to the dead and doesn't know why he's doing it

so annoyed a door isn't opening for him.

playin a lil risky, Vin,,,

thinks the weird sewer pipe would be completed (neg) with some alligators

calls himself a "blind motherfucker" with some interesting inflections. I like the inflections theyre just novel. Point is his eyes are bad without the glasses

"i could drown myself! I feel like doing that, I don't feel like living anymore" DUDE

"fucking a" I have heard this expression from maybe three people and i love it

thanks the water for helping him and curses it for almost drowning him

makes two references back to back and then admits the contexts of both are different

calls himself a natural and laughs when he hits a small target at an awkward angle.

then promptly worries about why he's laughing when he's killing things

thinks hes on some sort of mental breakdown. Briefly jokes about being insane all along and decides he should not be joking about that right now

overhypes some button

vent sharks,, he does not want to fight them. Taking gasping breaths in the vent

breaks SOME bone falling. Not his some body he lands on

wants to use the security room equipment to contact someone but knows it won't work

"if reality had a face i'd kick it in the fucking dick" mood

starts yelling NO TOUCHING at the headcrabs

"this is where I get off" sick half life reference brooooo

bad balance landing on a forklift

calls the aliens rude. Realizes this is a bit silly of him

e7

wants a grappling hook. Where have I heard this before...

displeased at having to scale some pipes

keeps laughing as he has to risk his life again

mosey on in...

doesn't want to be in a confined space rn. Vent sharks, building may come down on him...

endless catwalks... beneath the wheel...

shoots a SNOT MONSTER. "From earth, with love"

the water down in the canal looks disgusting. It IS bad.

didn't even CHECK how deep the water was. There are reasons you make sure it's not too shallow

hopeful that people will survive the incident

keeps blaming himself for the whole issue. Wants to avert others deaths because it's His fault

concerned for environmental safety

"tempt not a desperate man" fancy motherfucker <3

momentarily considers jumping into the pit

NOT enthused about jumping across a bunch of boxes

insists he's a survivor insists he's okay

I am getting the idea that he's afraid of heights, chat

gets his feet on solid ground and feels like he's alright now

"up is right! yes! but then left would be. down"

FANCY ASS. HEART EMOJI

once again makes an uneasy noise at the idea of falling to his death

considers himself alarmingly exceptional at shooting a gun

so relived to find an elevator. Sounds deranged with relief. Evil laugh soundin kind of laugh

e8

finishes laughing. He's so happy everyones gonna be SAVED

once made a joke about the ceiling eating people

I'd call it Sisyphean, myself

convenient squared :>

stark reasons going to the surface is the logical choice here. Staying put when teleporting aliens are around is fooling

thinks inaction won't work here. Tries to convince someone to escape with him

oh hey that's the EAS! I figured out what I was before Stark diddddd

half human half alien,,, "halien..."

doesn't hesitate to tell someone that his buddy is Dead from headcrab

"I didn't mean to bring you into this world . . . into taking you out of it" world's worst dad

thinks he can keep someone safe

thinks the magnum has insane recoil

Clint Eastwood movies are Not good prep for gun use dude

thinks himself somewhat large and heavy, especially in the suit. Or too large for the vents at least

SO confused at the turrets in Black Mesa shooting at Anyone. A bit hysterical.

questions black mesas choice to install indiscriminately targeting turrets. Wonders if black mesa is Evil

e9

hyperventilating

turret guns gun gun bullets bullets are bad

actually hoping for a vent

feels like he's experiencing He Knows He's Going To Die and invites a guard to experience that too

derides conspiracy theorists

knows the specific term "high-impact reactive armour". HEV suit nerd

lays out the game plan of Save Everyone to the couple guards

plays up his gunplay to the guards

FELIX FREEMAN MENTION <3

Office Complex is where Felix works!

didn't even eat breakfast :(

remembers that the first guard was into trophy hunting

calls someone ma'am. Polite fellow.

dumbfounded at some guy refusing aid

apologizes for being a little rude

wagers the elevators will kill them

incredibly fucking bothered by dead guards and fusses over the single survivor

wonders why no one has Keys

asks the survivors to not mind the effects stress has had on him

e10

wonders if it's too late to get some snacks from the cafeteria. decides to not on account of it would be awkward

he's pretty sure the headcrabs don't have eyes

the freezer is NOTABLY cold

he wishes he knew how to do a pull-up

he does NOT fancy all these interruptions he's getting tonight

he has a cat! Mr. Whiskers! Considers any animal with that name objectively cute.

stacks boxes instead of doing the freezer puzzle

doesn't like spiders. They're Fast and he Hates them and insects.

not one for entymology. Boooooo loser love bugs or die by my stinger

not happy with reality trying to kill him

considers reality very efficient at killing people

knew someone named Nathan who died from getting too angry

"I concur. -_-"

goes back to the cafeteria,, does not get food

checks the staircase for turrets

Colleague.

making some manner of displeased expression

sososo scared of jumping into that ladder

yeah he's totally afraid of heights

hopes the ladder won't break apart

witnesses a death and promptly looks away from the scene, tells himself there was nothing he could've done

comforts himself with the idea the dead man only fell to his death and didnt have to experience a more painful death.