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NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES -SEASON 2, EPISODE 11

We open at the school, where it's the final week of the school year, and everyone is getting ready for Summer.

Among the adults, Northstar, Nightcrawler, Dani, Karma, and Warpath are toasting to actually keeping this place going for an entire school year, without it getting blown up. Jean-Paul calls for Allison to come and join them, but she's on the phone, excited as it seems she finally got a new agent, and he has good news for her.

Cutting to the kids, Sofia is live streaming in her room, modeling bathing suits for her followers and letting them vote on which ones she should wear. She gets a paid message asking which one Julian likes best. She reminds her followers that they're friends again, but they aren't back together, so his opinion doesn't matter. Even if she wanted to ask, she doesn't even know where he is right now.

Cut to Julian and Noriko making out on the floor of the Blackbird's cargo bay. They wanted to spice things up a little so they stole the key. Noriko zaps him when he tries to grab her ass.

Laura is still helping Brian study, and he's actually doing well. Laura nods in approval.

The Cuckoos, no longer in the med bay, try to say hello to Cessily in the hallway, but she refuses to even speak to them, brushing past them. The sisters hang their heads.

In Beast's lab, Hank is quizzing Roxy on a vast range of subjects, interspersed with assigning her various tasks to complete as she helps him with a project. Roxy is saying and doing everything right, and loving this. Beast recites a poem and asks Roxy who wrote it, with Bling! disappointed in herself for finally forgetting something. Hank was just messing with her though. That's one of his originals, and he just wanted to know if she liked it. Roxy laughs and punches his shoulder.

From a happy moment to a solemn one, Kitty is sat down with Sooraya, allowing her to listen to a goodbye recording Storm left for her. She makes sure Sooraya knows she doesn't care about her any less, and that she will always be there for her. She knows she will do great things and hopes she and her mother will be happy together. She also hopes she remembers what she told her about Emma. Kitty puts an around around the saddened Dust.

In Emma’s penthouse bedroom, she’s half-asleep and she’s held in the arms of an equally half-asleep Scott, both naked and under the covers, as the sun peaks through her window.

Scott hums that he should really be getting up for work, but Emma moans back that he should stay. If she’s on a brief leave of absence until Charles arrives to help her, he should stay with her. Scott, nibbling at her neck, would love nothing more, but with Storm gone, they can’t take time off together.

EMMA: “Mm. How inconsiderate of her.”

Emma senses Scott’s mood shifting at her mocking of his friend and turns over to put her hands on his face.

EMMA: “Are you about to get all mopey over me driving away your wife and closest friend again?”

Scott looks hurt for a moment, before smirking and kissing her on the lips. As they make out and are on the verge of resuming having sex, there’s a knock on the door. A female staff member informs Ms. Frost that breakfast is ready.

As Emma thanks her, Scott compliments the way she employs visible mutants almost exclusively for her personal staff, as no one else would hire them. Emma laments that she, unfortunately, can’t employ all of them, simply not enough work to be done, but that’s why she lets the rest of the interested clean ones simply live in her homes around the world, provided they follow her rules.

SCOTT, crawling out of bed: “You are just full of surprises.”

EMMA, smacking his ass: “Who doesn’t love surprises?”

In a prison, John Sublime is seated in his cell, frustrated and rapidly tapping his foot. As he does this the room is blown off the facility. Sublime, fearful, looks up, and finds two sentinels hovering above him.

Sublime mocks the irony of what he deems his situation to be. Machines designed to kill Mutants are about to kill the ultimate enemy of those vermin. He shuts his eyes and accepts his incoming death, but it doesn’t come. As Sublime opens his eyes, one of the sentinels is offering a hand for him to stand on. They aren’t here to kill him, they’re here to save him.

Sublime gets on and laughs maniacally, as they fly away.

At the school, Scott and Bobby are walking through the hallway, trying to decide on a new team member. Scott thinks there’s no one who could possibly replace Storm, so they just need to focus on who’s qualified, and what unique skills they have to offer, rather than questioning if they meet Ororo’s standard.

SCOTT: “Maybe Northstar. He’s been itching for a spot all semester, and right now the only team member we have capable of immediate response to a far-off crisis is a demon we can’t trust. We could use a speedster.”

Despite Scott’s logic, Bobby shoots that down. He’s JUST starting to figure out this whole, “Might Be Gay” thing, and he doesn’t need to be further confused by spending time with the bitchiest flaming gay he knows.

SCOTT, teasing: “Afraid he’ll hit on you?”

BOBBY: “As a matter of fact, yes.”

Bobby thinks Storm had the right idea. They need more of the old crew to balance out their former supervillain, former assassin, and current evil overlord.

BOBBY: “How about Colossus? We need a new powerhouse, he synergizes with Kitty, he could help control Magik, and–”

Scott cuts Bobby off.

SCOTT: “No.”

BOBBY: “Huh?”

SCOTT: “No Colossus.”

BOBBY: “What are you–?”

SCOTT: “No. Colossus.”

Bobby doesn’t entirely get it, but he shrugs it off.

BOBBY: “Maybe Bishop?”

Before Scott can give his thoughts on that, he receives an alert on his phone. They need to move. There have been sentinel sightings.

In Noriko and Sofia's room, Nori is panic-cramming, shouting as she questions why she didn't study earlier. Sofia, who's still streaming, pans her phone over to her so her viewers can witness her freakout.

NORIKO: "PRINCESS, YOU GET THAT CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE, OR I WILL FRY ALL OF YOUR SHOES!"

Sofia giggles, turning the camera back to herself.

SOFIA: "Would you all believe she used to be polite, courteous, and a good student?"

NORIKO, off-screen: "I regret telling any of you assholes anything!"

Sofia teasingly blows a kiss at her.

Sofia thinks of what she was talking about before, and gets back to it: the end of year dance. She starts talking about how she has a few dresses on hold and she's trying to figure out which one to get, but her fans do not care one bit. All they want to know is if Julian has asked her out yet.

She tells them all directly that, no, he has not asked her. He respects the boundaries they set. Naturally, the chat only finds that to be romantic. Sofia insists that respecting basic boundaries is not praiseworthy, but the chat just fills up with red and gold hearts.

Sofia softly mumbles her annoyance in Spanish, only for the chat to progress to saying she should just ask HIM out.

Noriko's ears perk up at Sofia's reaction to this.

Sofia says she can't, but she blushes as she says she doesn't even want to. The chat keeps up the pressure, no matter how much Sofia tries to argue she shouldn't, but her fans hit at the heart of the matter: if they're already spending time together again, if they trust each other again, and if they love each other, they should be together.

Also they're just stupid hot together.

SOFIA: "...love?"

Sofia takes a moment to think, but ultimately cheers that, yes, she's going to ask Julian out!

A stray burst of electricity blows up Sofia's phone.

SOFIA: "Noriko!"

NORIKO, as red-faced as Sofia: "Sorry!"

As Scott gets ready to take off in the Blackbird, he's joined by Wolverine, who notices they're all on their own.

LAURA: "This is it?"

SCOTT: "Emma is off-duty, Sunspot and Magik aren't picking up, and Iceman and Kitty are already en route to the other location sentinels were spotted. This will have to be enough."

Laura snarls. She thought there weren’t any sentinels left. Cyclops thoughts so too, but there’s always someone who’s going to make more. There will never not be humans desperate to see them dead.

LAURA: “...but we don’t kill them back.”

SCOTT: “Not unless we have no choice.”

LAURA: “Already a step past where you started.”

Scott says nothing to that as the plane takes off.

Laura continues to grind her teeth. These monstrosities are never hurting her friends again. Ever.

At the Grindstone, Mercury, Dust, and Bling! are having coffee. In the background, Luna is receiving a shipment of party supplies. Roxy thanks her for letting her rent out the place on Friday night to celebrate after finals. Luna says it's no big deal. She certainly offered more than she makes on a normal night.

LUNA: "Honestly, I'm not sure this place would even still be open if you girls and your friends weren't such caffeine addicts." Luna starts walking off with the shipment. She turns back to the girls. "Seriously, you should all talk to a doctor about that."

Once she's out of sight, the girls all sip their coffee.

Roxy's positive mood shifts as she sighs. Soo asks her what's wrong, with Cessily explaining for her girlfriend that it's about Dr. McCoy, and how he isn't going to be returning after the Summer.

Roxy follows up that the rest of the friend group has Emma and Dani and Kitty and even kinda Cyclops because they're the X-Men in Training. But she only really has Beast. He's the only adult here who's really invested in her, the one who’s helped her find a whole new part of herself, and she doesn’t want to lose him.

Sooraya can sympathize. Yes, the others she mentioned care about her, but she isn’t blind. Julian and Sofia are Ms. Frost’s priorities, Noriko and Sofia Ms. Moonstar’s, and Noriko Ms. Pryde’s. Storm didn’t have a squad, but she had her.

Cessily tries to cheer her up, saying at least the timing isn’t too bad. Her mom is going to be flying in soon!

SOORAYA, shaken by Ororo’s words: “Yes. She will be. Ms. Frost has made all the accommodations.”

Roxy, seeing that Soo may actually be doing worse than herself right now and could use a distraction, recommends an album to listen to. It’s too late for Ms. Munroe, but she’s going to see if she can convince Dr. McCoy to stay. By the time she’s done that, she wants to know everything Soo thought about the album. Nothing destresses the mind like music. Soo isn’t sure, not exactly a fan of American music, but Roxy promises she’ll like what she has in mind. Sooraya reluctantly agrees.

Roxy asks Cessily if she’s down to help her with Beast, and, to her surprise, Cessily says no. She still needs to train more for finals. She’s oddly tense as she says this, but there are enough emotions flying around already that the others don’t push. Roxy just wishes her luck and kisses her cheek.

The three all drink.

ROXY: “You know coffee CAN be bad for mental health.”

BEAT.

The three continue to drink.

In Milan, Italy, a sentinel flies over the city’s skyline. Running away from it is a pre-teen boy made of rocks, dressed in baggy basketball attire. At the same time he’s running away in terror, he shouts out to the sentinel unconvincingly that if it comes down here and fights him man to robot, he’ll kick its ass.

A blast from the sentinel blows up the street underneath the boy and sends him flying. Before it can finish him off, however, the sentinel itself is blasted back by the Blackbird.

SANTO, fleeing: “Wooh! Take that punk!”

Laura tells Scott to drop her on its head and let her deal with it, but Cyclops doesn’t want to rush in. For all they know, this could be another one of those more advanced sentinels Nova had under her command. Laura questions how the X-Men ended up killing those.

CYCLOPS: “We didn’t. Jean did.”

Before they can make a move, the Blackbird is contacted.

SUBLIME, over the coms: “Hello, X-Men. Don’t mind me. I was just having some fun while I waited for your arrival.”

CYCLOPS, growling: “Sublime.”

John doesn’t know who else is aboard the plane, but he’s happy to see Scott. He needs to pay him back for last time.

JOHN: “I hope Emma is with you too. All of my remaining U-Men are still dying to be telepaths. If she isn’t, perhaps you could be a sport and return No-Girl.”

Before Scott can say anything, Laura shouts that this sick freak isn’t ever seeing her again, and she isn’t going to let him ever cut up another little girl. Sublime laughs.

SUBLIME: “Is that Wolverine? Oh, don’t be afraid. I’m only interested in cutting up real girls.”

Laura snarls as Sublime laughs. Cyclops asks how he escaped prison and built sentinels, but Sublime doesn’t “feel like answering”. He’d much rather get to the killing.

The sentinel transforms, indeed revealing it to be a super sentinel. It flies toward the Blackbird, but before it can reach it, Laura jumps out the door and is blasted toward the death machine by Cyclops, claws out.

On the basketball court, Julian is both playing and training, as he tries to dribble the ball via telekinesis, without projecting his all-too-visible green energy. It’s straining on his head even to get started and, as soon as he starts making headway, Noriko speeds in, completely breaking his concentration.

Julian stumbles back, Noriko teasing how he somehow still isn’t used to that. As Julian catches his breath, he whispers in frustration that he can’t make out right now; he wants to be able to show off contactless telekinesis at finals.

NORIKO: “Don’t worry, that’s not why I’m here. Cause we’re done.”

Julian questions what she’s on about. He KNOWS she’s been having a good time. And yes, she has, but that doesn’t matter.

NORIKO: “Sofia is planning on asking you out, and you are going to say yes.”

Julian’s face lights up. He KNEW he was winning her back. Noriko should have seen them when they were fighting Ms. Frost together. It was just like before.

JULIAN: “But why does that mean we need to stop?”

Noriko slaps Julian.

JULIAN: “You know I never hit you.”

NORIKO: “I never deserve it.”

Noriko explains that, no, Sofia is not the kind of girl who’d be okay with her boyfriend having a sidepiece, even if they were just making out, nor does she herself WANT to be a sidepiece. And, even if they were both okay with that, they’d need to admit to Sofia what they’ve been doing, and Sofia would be hurt by both of them not telling her sooner, and possibly hate them for making out with her boyfriend and not waiting like they said, respectively. She’s not hurting her best friend like that.

Julian thinks about it and admits she’s right. God, he can’t wait for her to ask. He knows it’ll be magic.

JULIAN: “But…if we’re not having a fling anymore.” Julian smirks and charges up with energy. “Then it’s back to basics.”

Noriko takes a stance and lights herself up, smirking back.

NORIKO: “Bring it.”

In Beast’s lab, we’re introduced to Forge, as Hank shows him around where he’ll be working next semester. Forge immediately starts complaining about and criticizing various processes and, in his mind, outdated tech, Hank uses. Sitting down in Hank’s chair, he doesn’t even think THAT is comfortable.

BEAST: “It provides extra support for your back. And I shouldn’t be surprised a lesser genius like yourself can’t understand why things are set up this way.”

FORGE: “A “lesser-genius”, huh? My mind is constantly innovating. You’re just a book nerd.”

BEAST: “Why you–”

Before these nerds can continue to argue, Roxy knocks on the open door, asking if now is a good time.

Beast smiles and welcomes her in, introducing her to Forge as his prized pupil. Roxy is honored to meet him, and Forge, a fan of her parents, is happy to meet her too.

FORGE: “I hope you haven’t learned TOO much from Fuzzy.”

BEAST: “Oh she has. Which is why she has SO much to teach you.”

Roxy mumbles to herself this is really awkward as Forge sees himself out. He’s looking forward to working with Bling! next semester.

As Hank sits down and explains to Roxy how important it is to find a chair with proper support, he asks what she needs.

ROXY: “I…I don’t want to work with Forge next year.”

Beast laughs. Even she can tell he isn’t as smart as he thinks. Roxy shakes her head no. That isn’t it. She just doesn’t want him to leave.

ROXY: “I’ve learned so much from you, and I don’t want that to stop.”

Beast gets back up and assures her he’ll never stop teaching her if that’s what she’d like. The wonders of modern technology can make it seem like he’s right here with her. Roxy says that isn’t enough; she wants to keep working side by side with him.

Hank is sorry, but that isn’t possible. She’s a student, and she needs to stay here. And he doesn’t feel like he belongs here anymore. As if there was still any doubt, Storm’s departure made it clear his time was done as well.

Roxy tries to sway him, telling him how she gets how Ms. Frost and Mr. Summers might seem kinda shady, especially after what just happened, but he shouldn’t leave because of them. And she knows they aren’t all bad. Ms. Frost has been nothing but good to her friends, and she’s even helped her and her family. Beast sighs and shakes his head. He really is sorry. He’s come to care about her a great deal, but he honestly hadn’t realized she’d become so attached.

ROXY: “You didn’t realize?! You’re supposed to be the smartest! All my life, I’ve been the celebrity hip-hop girl. And I love that. But you showed me I could be something more. I’d never thought my brain was anything special, I’d never put any thought into building new things. And now I can’t even sleep without a journal next to my bed to write down ideas. I need you to keep teaching me more. Please. Don’t go.”

Hank isn’t sure what to say, and before he can think of anything, his phone rings. For a second, we see the name of the person calling him is, “Crystal”. He’s sorry, but he has to take it. It’s important.

Bling! glares at him.

BLING!: “Sure it is.”

Roxy walks out, furious with her mentor.

In Italy, Sublime’s sentinel swats at Laura, but she digs her claws right into its hands and sticks onto it. Sublime mocks her, questioning what exactly she plans on doing next.

Elsewhere, it’s shown that Sublime is remotely controlling both this sentinel and one doing battle against Iceman and Kitty, from a tablet. He tells her that he’s aware of how these sentinels performed the last time they were active, and he knows there isn’t a damn thing Cyclops or Wolverine can do to stop it.

SUBLIME: “Iceman, perhaps, but from that fight will at least come data.”

As Laura pulls one of her hands out of the machine and tries to climb, Sublime casually attempts to shake her off and let her plummet to the ground. Laura’s attempts to stay clung to the sentinel are further deterred as Cyclops fires multiple missiles at it. Laura falls as the sentinel is knocked back, only barely able to cling onto the sentinel’s foot.

Sublime is surprised Cyclops would do that.

SUBLIME: “Since when does the X-Men’s noble leader endanger his teammates?”

CYCLOPS, while Laura struggles to resume her climb: “I’m not in the mood for questions either. Unless you’re ready to tell me who you even are.”

Sublime’s response is to hit the Blackbird with a surprise attack, sending it into a spin. While Laura takes notice of this, she has nowhere to dodge as the sentinel’s extended arm knocks her off of itself. Laura is sent falling, and Scott struggles to keep the Blackbird from crashing into Milan.

Outside the school on one of the benches, Sofia is grinning at her phone as she works to get everything set up for what she has planned. Notably, it’s a different phone than the one Noriko blew up earlier.

“Studying hard?”

Dani approaches her from behind and sits down next to Sofia, as she sticks her phone in her purse.

Sofia laughs and says no, she's all set for finals already. She's going to be asking Julian out later, and she wants to make sure it's spectacular, as she'll be doing it live on stream.

DANI: "That sounds ridiculous, but also perfect for you two."

Dani still doesn't have the warmest feelings toward Julian, but she's happy that the two have worked out everything that went on between them and, to his credit, he's never hesitated to throw himself head first at any villain he's encountered.

DANI: "Then again, that's also why he ends up in the infirmary so much."

Dani isn't surprised that Sofia is all studied up while so many of the other kids are cramming. She's always been responsible and on top of things, always working as hard as she has to to achieve her goals. The girl who couldn't even fly properly when she first came here may now be the most talented among the most talented squad.

DANI: "And all this while having been through so much before you came here, and more than almost anyone since coming here. I'm so proud of you."

SOFIA, loving the praise but also embarrassed: "Ms. Moonstar, stop…"

DANI: "Afraid I can't. We all have our eyes on you, kid. And now’s the time to show us exactly what you've learned."

Sofia grins excitedly until Dani harshly pats her on the back.

DANI: "Don't get too distracted by your man."

Sofia smirks at her.

SOFIA: "Were you always focused on becoming an X-Man? Or was there anything between you and Cannonball or Sunspot?"

DANI: "Nothing that I would ever tell you about."

In Milan, Laura rolls around in mid-air, teeth grit, as she tries to make as effective a landing as possible. Cyclope, meanwhile, is struggling to keep the Blackbird from crashing into the terrified civilians below.

Sublime laughs as he watches this, hoping the Blackbird crashing kills “Rock Boy”. That would be hilarious. He briefly turns his attention to his second sentinel, which is battling Iceman on his own, while Kitty has moved to evacuate the immediate area.

SUBLIME: “Cocky bastard.”

Laura braces for impact, but just before she can collide with the ground, Scott is able to gain control of the Blackbird and swoop in to save her, directing the plane under her so she can stick her claws through the roof.

Sublime slams his fist in disappointment and growls at Laura that she’ll be a stain on the pavement sooner or later. It’s bad enough Mutants exist at all, but that humans are actively cloning more of them is far too much.

Laura scratches her claws against the Blackbird.

CYCLOPS, over coms: “You okay?”

WOLVERINE: “Never.”

CYCLOPS: “Right, forgot who I was talking to.”

Scott’s put together a plan, but he does have to ask something to make sure it will work.

CYCLOPS: “You know how to fly this thing?”

Laura smirks.

In Roxy's room, she's by herself, sitting in bed, in a bad mood, surrounded by stuffed animals and strumming on her guitar.

There's a rapid knock on the door. Roxy tells them to come in. An overjoyed Sooraya enters. She listened to the bands she sent her and LOVED them. She'd never even heard of "Arabic Rock".

Roxy's still in a funk so she can't share in Soo's joy, but she is happy for her. Soo sees something is wrong and asks her what happened with Beast. And why is she surrounded by stuffed animals?

ROXY: "Pixie went to a party with some of her friends. She didn't want to leave me alone."

Roxy tells Sooraya that she couldn't convince Dr. McCoy to stay. Even when she poured her heart out and told him how much he means to her. He sucks!

Sooraya thinks about what she should stay, before asking if she's talking to Cessily about this. Roxy huphs no. She's been too stressed over finals to spare her a moment. She doesn't even get why. She's been helping her, and she knows she'll do fine!

SOORAYA: "I see. And did Dr. McCoy say why he is so adamant about quitting?"

ROXY: "Nothing I didn't already know. He bailed on me to take a phone call. Probably his girlfriend or something."

Sooraya tells her that doesn't sound very conclusive. Maybe she should try again. Roxy bristles. Soo rolls her eyes.

SOORAYA: "Or maybe it was important because he's one of the most politically active X-Men?"

Roxy says maybe, but it doesn't change anything. He's more annoyed with Mr. Summers and Ms. Frost than he likes her. More than he wants to see her flourish. Going back wouldn't change anything.

Sooraya puts together the problem and sighs.

SOORAYA: "You've never been told "No", have you?"

ROXY, off guard: "HUH?"

Soo explains that she's spent more time around people with affluent backgrounds this past year than she ever would have wanted to. And compared to most of them…

SOORAYA: "Megan is eccentric in other ways, Sofia doesn't really come from that world, and Noriko is Noriko"...

Roxy is much more normal and down to Earth. But she's still incredibly privileged. Rich and famous parents who love and accept every part of her at home, and a cool, popular celebrity everywhere else. Yes, obviously, it's not all been great for her, no one here has it easy, but she's never failed to get what she wants from the people whose opinions she actually cares about.

Roxy tries to argue but…

ROXY: "That's not..I don't…shit."

Soo tells her that they can't always get what they want, and even if someone does care about her, they may still need to prioritize themselves; that isn't wrong.

SOORAYA: "Maybe for a parent, but not a teacher. He's had students before us, and he will have students after us."

Roxy sulks and mumbles that he did say he wouldn't mind continuing to teach her remotely. Soo encourages her to accept.

Roxy processes all of this and smiles.

SOORAYA: "All settled?"

ROXY, smiling: "Not just yet."

Iceman continues to fight one of the super sentinels on his own, annoying Sublime as it’s clearly losing. If the most advanced sentinels to date can’t even lay a hand on a single X-Man, regardless of their power, maybe he should toss his own hat into the ring. Certainly, he could built something better.

Elsewhere, the Blackbird circles the other sentinel, with Sublime failing to strike it down again. Sublime resumes his taunting tactic, his focus remaining on Laura, who is still riding on top of the plane.

SUBLIME: “I know your creators, X-23. I could appreciate some of the fine work being done at The Facility, but they failed to listen to my warning when it came to making you. A Mutant’s natural state is to be an enemy of humanity, but even if it wasn’t, they would have found better results by taking Wolverine’s genes and putting them in a human. Perhaps someone more competent could have saved Genosha. At the very least, if you hadn’t been born…your mother would still be alive.”

Laura roars as the Blackbird circles behind the sentinel’s head, jumping onto it. Sublime grins at having baited her right back where he wants her. With a press of a button, energy fields surround both sentinels. This is their ultimate ability. Channeling all of their power around themselves, before releasing it in waves of mess destruction. Nova wasn’t exactly considered with civilian casualties when designing them, and neither is he.

Delighting him in the moment as they charge, Laura is caught in the energy field, pieces of her flesh and costume rapidly burning off. Sublime laughs and questions what Cyclops will do next. Scott doesn’t respond, nor does he move.

Laura grunts in pain as the sentinels charge and tension mounts, until…

SCOTT: “GO!”

Moving as a blur as if not in agony, Wolverine Laura claws away at the outer armor of the sentinel’s head, before leaping around the giant robot and doing the same to its arms, legs, and torso. With all the energy that re-enforces the exterior being projected outward, it’s just metal. Strong metal, but not stronger than adamantium.

When she’s done, the half-still-regenerating-her-flesh Laura leaps off the sentinel and into the opened door of the Blackbird, where she swiftly switches places with Cyclops.

Sublime questions what the Hell they’re doing. Cyclops smugly tells him they were able to learn everything about these sentinels from the wreckage Phoenix left behind. He knew the best way for him and Laura to beat the sentinel would be to bait out its strongest attack, have Wolverine weaken its armor, and then finish it himself. All the while Sublime didn’t even notice, that he’d been slowly leading them away from the populated area below.

CYCLOPS: “You just made two critical errors. Thinking I don’t plan for everything.” Laura fully heals and grins. “And thinking a little pain will ever put down Wolverine.”

Cyclops on his com asks Kitty if her area is clear, which she confirms. He tells Bobby to go crazy.

An infuriated Sublime, refusing to lose again, fires off both sentinels’ attacks. The energy waves are met by a massive spiked glacier cutting through one and annihilating the sentinel on Iceman’s end, and the uncovered eyes of Cyclops on the other. While Scott’s full power doesn’t overwhelm the sentinels’ attack as easily as Iceman’s counter, the end result is ultimately the same.

Sublime roars in rage as he throws his tablet on the ground. It doesn’t break though, allowing Cyclops, as he gets his visor back on, to tell him that he’s next.

In Julian's room, he's lying down in bed, cracking his arms and neck. He enjoys fighting Noriko, but she has started hitting like a truck. At least he can still mess her up as much as ever right back. Before he can get too settled, a breeze brushes past him. A smirk spreads across his face as he floats up and feels it coming from underneath the door. Opening it, he expects to find Sofia but no one is present. Instead, he feels another breeze. He realizes she’s telling him which way to go.

To his surprise, the breeze ends up leading him to the danger room. Unsure if she can even hear him, he calls out to Sofia that the place is still shut down. Over the winds, a whisper is carried into Julian’s ear.

SOFIA: “Since when are you against breaking a rule?”

Julian laughs and uses his telekinesis to forcibly open the doors to the danger room’s control room. He grins as he sees Sofia seated inside, smiling right back at him. Unusually for her, she isn’t wearing makeup.

SOFIA: “Took you long enough.”

Julian asks Sofia what this is about. Is it what it seems like or…?

Sofia stands up and tells him she had this whole plan for how she wanted to do this. She’d already gotten Rubbermaid to agree to film them, she’d picked out her dress for the dance so she could wear it now…but she decided to just keep this between them instead.

SOFIA: “It’s like I told you. If I have this wonderful place and my friends and…you…then I don’t need to put my whole life online. I don’t need to be someone I’m not.”

JULIAN: “So I’m more than a friend then?”

Sofia rolls her eyes at that being all he has to say as she approaches him and asks him if he remembers the last time they were here. Julian does: it was when he tried to get back together with her, and she, with good reason, broke his heart.

SOFIA: “Yes, it was.” She takes his metal hands. “Ask me again.”

JULIAN, the happiest man in the world at this moment: “Ask you again?”

Sofia nods.

Julian takes a telekinetically enhanced deep breath, making Sofia giggle.

JULIAN: “Will you give me one more chance, Sofia? One more chance to be the man you deserve?”

Sofia smirks as the music swells.

SOFIA: “No.”

Julian’s face crumbles and the music stops.

JULIAN: “What? But you just…”

Sofia cuts Julian off and the music picks right back up as she kisses him. Julian takes her in his arms, with one hand on her head and one on her ass. They make out passionately.

SOFIA, pulling back, looking right into his eyes: “I’m sorry. You deserved one last punishment.”

JULIAN, laughing: “And you...have never looked more beautiful.”

The two resume making out, as tk energy and wind effortlessly close the danger room’s doors. They only get more excited as the lights unexpectedly go out.

On the Blackbird, Laura compliments Cyclops’ strategy and the power of his Mutation. She can see how witnessing the latter won Ms. Frost over.

LAURA: “When we find Sublime, will he experience that as well?”

Scott tells Laura he’s sorry. She came to him to learn right from wrong, when he was still in the process of learning that himself. And he thinks he finally has the answer…for himself. Killing is unacceptable unless absolutely necessary. For himself. Everyone’s morality is different, and each person needs to figure out what’s right for them. He shouldn’t have tried forcing his strict morals onto her, but help her find what was right for herself.

As an X-Man, his rules for when killing is acceptable apply. But he’s not going to judge her for deeming a situation “necessary” when he wouldn’t.

Laura keeps her thoughts on all that in her head, but she thanks him. Not just for the apology, but for teaching her at all. She isn’t the person she was when she first came to the school. She probably wouldn’t have been able to maintain the relationships she has for this long without him. Logan told her she was more than a weapon. Cyclops has made her believe it.

Scott is sure to make sure she gives enough credit to herself. She’s been the one doing all the work. And she hasn’t just improved socially. As a fighter, she’s exponentially stronger than when they first met. Being on the X-Men and dealing with the types of scenarios they face has really–”

Scott trails off. Laura questions what’s going on. Scott shakes his head and says it’s nothing. He just had an idea. He smiles as the Blackbird flies into the sunset.

We enter a montage as finals arrive at last, the kids all taking their exams and undergoing their performance evaluations with their powers. During this, we see Julian and Sofia back together and the rest of their friends happy for them, save for Surge, who’s clearly forcing herself to smile. The montage ends with kids, days later, gathered in the hallway to see the class rankings that have been posted. None of the main cast are here, save for an especially eager Cessily.

We briefly get to see who made the top 10 in both academics and performance.

ACADEMICS:

QUENTIN QUIRE ( ORIGINALLY JEAN'S SQUAD, TRANSFERRED TO KARMA'S)

ROXANNE WASHINGTON (BEAST'S SQUAD)

SOFIA MANTEGA (DANI AND EMMA'S SQUAD)

SARAH VALE (BEAST'S SQUAD)

THE STEPFORD CUCKOOS (EMMA'S SQUAD)

SOORAYA QADIR (DANI AND EMMA'S SQUAD)

PARAS GAVASKAR (BEAST'S SQUAD)

JULIAN KELLER (DANI AND EMMA'S SQUAD)

LAURA KINNEY (SQUADLESS)

HISAKO ICHIKI (CYCLOPS' SQUAD)

PRACTICAL EXAMS:

THE STEPFORD CUCKOOS* (EMMA'S SQUAD)

SOFIA MANTEGA (DANI AND EMMA'S SQUAD)

JULIAN KELLER (DANI AND EMMA'S SQUAD)

NORIKO ASHIDA (DANI AND EMMA'S SQUAD)

QUENTIN QUIRE (FORMERLY JEAN'S SQUAD, TRANSFERRED KARMA’S)

SOORAYA QADIR (DANI AND EMMA'S SQUAD)

HISAKO ICHIKI (CYCLOPS' SQUAD)

VICTOR BORKOWSKI (NORTHSTAR'S SQUAD)

BEN HAMMIL (NIGHTCRAWLER's SQUAD)

DALLAS GIBSON (CYCLOPS' SQUAD)

*Laura was not allowed to be counted

Cessily, seeing this, punches the wall and hangs her head, tearing up.

CESSILY: “I will catch up.”

The Cuckoos arrive and notice Cessily having a rough time and consider approaching her, but they turn away, knowing she wouldn’t speak to them anyway.

In Beast’s lab, Hank is packing up the last of his things. As he sighs to himself that he hopes this plan can return to being the home he once knew one day, Roxy enters.

Hank puts his things down, happy to see her come back, and congratulates her on being salutatorian. Although to be fully honest, he’d expected and hoped for her to be #1.

ROXY, shrugging: “History class messed me up a little.”

Beast asks if she’s here to say goodbye. Roxy says “Yes…kind of”. She wanted to see him off, but she also has three requests. One, that he continues to tutor her remotely. Two, that he’ll stick talk about his projects with her and ask for her input. And three, that after graduation, and maybe college, she can come to work for him.

Beast is flattered. He of course is happy to oblige all three of her requests, but the last one surprises him. He’d have thought she’d want to follow in her parents’ footsteps. Roxy says she does. But she’s not exactly planning on going into the superhero game like her friends, she figures she can be a celebrity by day, scientist by night.

ROXY: “And before you say anything, yes, I know how entitled that sounds.”

Hank shakes his head. He doesn’t think that sounds entitled at all. He just sees a young woman who knows exactly what she’s capable of.

HANK: “And teaching you that will always be what I take the most from my resumed time here.”

Exchanging smiles, Roxy and Hank shake hands.

As Roxy exits the lab, she's met by Soo, who asks how it went. Roxy confirms that everything is great, and thanks her for her help.

ROXY: "Hey, would you and your mom want to come stay with my family for the Summer?"

Sooraya is shocked by this offer, but Roxy explains that she noticed she seemed hesitant about accepting the housing Emma set up, and it's not like she doesn't have the space. Sooraya isn't sure it's right to accept the offer, but Roxy tells her Cess is already going to be staying with her, and the three of them can have so much fun.

After taking a moment to think about it, Sooraya happily accepts.

In a hotel suite, Sofia and Julian are in bed together. Light cracks through the curtains and Sofia is snuggled up against Julian’s chest.

SOFIA: “I cannot believe we missed out on seven months of this.”

JULIAN: “As if I couldn’t hate myself for being an idiot more.”

Julian kisses the crown of her head.

SOFIA, completely at peace: “I love you. Idiot or not.”

JULIAN, equally peaceful and without hesitation: “I love you too.”

The two share a quick kiss.

Sofia stretches her arms as she yawns. Julian notices there’s a new charm on the bracelet she always wears. She explains that her old friend, Derek, used to bring her back charms from wherever he traveled with her father for business. Ms. Frost must have remembered she’d said something about that, as she gave her this after she got back from France.

JULIAN, as Sofia plays with the bracelet: “It was a gift from your mom, right?”

SOFIA: “Yes. The last thing she ever gave me. Before…”

Julian pulls her nice and snug into his arms, not about to let her spiral.

JULIAN: “Before she passed away. And if she were still alive, she’d be the most proud woman in the world.”

A part of Sofia wants to spiral, and yet she can’t find anything except comfort in this moment.

Sofia’s phone vibrates. Not wanting to move she blows it over to her.

She’s received a text message from Dani. The X-Men need to speak to her immediately.

Wind Dancer, in uniform, arrives in Cyclops' office, where she's greeted by him, Emma, Kitty, Iceman, Wolverine, and Dani. They thank her for coming and she asks what this is about.

DANI: “Don’t you remember? I said we had our eyes on you.”

This does not make things any more clear for Sofia.

Cyclops tells Sofia that, since the kids’ first few weeks here, he’s believed she had the most potential out of any of them. And time after time, she’s proven him right. Always getting stronger, always pushing harder, always being responsible, and always getting back up no matter what life throws at her. And now, she’s finished the school year with the highest combined academic and performance scores.

KITTY: “There was no actual school when I came here. I learned everything on the job.”

LAURA: “And I’ve learned more than ever being part of the team.”

BEAT.

SOFIA: “What are you all saying?”

Emma laughs.

EMMA: “It’s exactly what you’ve been dreaming of, Darling.”

Scott walks out from behind his desk and holds an X badge out to Sofia. She’s in shock.

CYCLOPS: “Wind Dancer, we’d like you to join the X-Men. Are you interested?”

ICEMAN: “No pressure, kid. If you don’t think you’re ready, we can always–”

SOFIA: “YES!”

Sofia enthusiastically takes the badge and thanks them all so much for this opportunity. She hugs Dani. Spinning around to see Laura, she asks her if she had anything to do with this.

LAURA: “Maybe a little.”

Sofia grins and gives Laura a peck on the cheek. Laura blushes.

Cyclops tells her this is going to be a lot of work, and it’s going to be more dangerous than anything she’s faced, but they all believe this will make her one of their greatest heroes down the line.

SOFIA: “I am not afraid. And I won’t let you down! I’m ready for anything.”

Elsewhere, Sublime is beating himself up over yet another defeat, questioning what he’s supposed to do now. Just then, a third sentinel arrives, hovering over him. Sublime insults the machine. He doesn’t know who’s sending these hunks of junk, but he isn’t interested in playing along with them again. After he’s done with the X-Men, he may just try and find out who’s behind this.

The sentinel raises its arm and obliterates Sublime with an energy blast. The sentinel then grows out long hair on its head and coats itself in a new, blue armor.

SENTINEL, in a feminine voice: “My turn.”

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CAST CHANGE:

Sofia Mantega AKA Wind Dancer is now part of the main X-Men team.

#New X-Men: The Animated Series #New X-Men #Academy X #Scott Summers #Emma Frost #Kitty Pryde #Roberto Da Costa #Laura Kinney #Bobby Drake #Illyana Rasputin #sofia mantega #julian keller #noriko ashida #sooraya qadir #cessily kincaid #brian cruz #roxanne washington #the stepford cuckoos

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ohc-and-the-music-tapes-archive · 2 years ago

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Review of the 1st Imaginary Symphony for Nomad, Flagpole, 15 September 1999.

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THE MUSIC TAPES 1st imaginary Symphony For Nomad Merge

Imagine early Sebadoh tracks being played by a six-year-old peaking on acid on primarily Fisher-Price instruments, and you might be on the way to envisioning the sound of the Music Tapes, a side project of Neutral Milk Hotel's Julian Koster. Blending childish fancy and fantasy with technically deft lo-fi production, 1st Symphony For Nomad is an odd-yssey, following Nomad, the creation of an inventor, as he develops in a Lewis Carrollesque realm.

Included with the CD is a comic-strip insert as a visual aid that the listener can follow as the album progresses; strangely enough, the album makes more sense with it.

This album leapfrogs from mood to mood, almost languidly, never rushing itself. A track like “Song Of 100 Castles” keeps it simple, consisting of only Koster’s childlike vocals, while the next track, “What the Single Made the Needle Sing,” jumps into full pop orchestra mode, with the same sort of hallucinogenic horn-based melodies that make Neutral Milk Hotel's sound so textured. It's also scary that “Song for the Death of Parents” is as catchy as it is, with its thrashy, sing-a-long feel.

Koster’s instrumental choices make the whole mix come to life, edging away, in most cases, from the traditional guitar/bass/drums setup, opting instead for accordions, eerie horns and toy piano. The whole effort is bolstered by the helping hands of Eric Harris, Andy Sailboat, J. Nigh Magnum, and Robert Carter, among other Elephant 6 players.

A note of caution: this album is exceedingly strange, and those not familiar with the cadre of Elephant 6 bands in town may want to opt for something less bizarre for a first taste. However, those who are used to these flavors of fairy tale narrative found in the music of Elf Power and Neutral Milk Hotel will find new dimensions to appreciate here. (P. 0. 1235, Chapel Hill, NC 27514)

Steven Goldman

#1st Imaginary Symphony for Nomad #the Music Tapes #Julian Koster #articles #reviews #1999

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pashadevorakk · 5 years ago

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have some messy modern Jules

#y'all watch the magicians?#eliot from the magicians is julian #im in a julian mood and started to rewatch magicians just for the peak eliot content #julian devorak #The Arcana Game #julian the arcana #the arcana mystic romance #my art

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teeth-farie · 2 years ago

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☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Julian/AMAB Reader

Notes: gore, skullfucking, enthusiastic consent, kink negotiation, frottage, piss/wetting, eye trauma, dead dove: do not eat, 3.2k words

☞. . . Finally finished another fic!! I actually had this one planned for quite a bit! Please heed the warnings ^^

It started with an accident, as all things usually do.

It wasn’t intentional, but with Julian's tastes for the more extreme in pleasure, you figure you should have done it earlier.

His long fingers grip your hips, digging into your flesh for dear life as you rock deeper and deeper into his mouth. You feel that if he was allowed, Julian would opt to stay with his face shoved between your thighs for an eternity. But, alas, this is the best you can do. You lace your fingers through his wild hair, clutching deep as you pull his head up, and force him back down, He makes an aborted sound, one that muffles into a groan of pleasure as the head of your cock pops into his throat and slides in deep, weighing heavy against the canal of his throat. Julian bats his damp eyelashes up at you, thick brows furrowed and you don’t think you’ll last long at all tonight.

And, it seems you were right. You felt that tightening in your gut grow until it was nearly unbearable, pre sliding down the back of his tongue. If possible, his mouth salivates even more in pure anticipation of what's to come–and you made a split-second decision to pull out from his hot, wet mouth, and release on his face instead. Julian's eyes widen in surprise, and at just the right moment for your cum to splatter over the bridge of his nose and into his-

“Fuck!”

…eye.

To put it simply, that's what piqued Julian’s interest; the burning in his eye and the immediate pain he so desired. Though, you reacted how he would have expected, furiously scrubbing his eye clean over the bathroom sink while he bent to your whim awkwardly. Even then, the thought never leaves him. The thought that you could have let it sit, that you could have been a little meaner about it, that you could have pried his eyelids open and spit in his eye for good measure–

He’s getting ahead of himself. After all, how could he expect you to want to fulfill that desire?

…

It seems you’re more open to his deviant nature than he expected. Well, he should have expected after you indulged his wicked ways more than once before. But he confesses when he lays in bed with you, his head against your shoulder and his fingers idly tracing over your chest.

“I liked it.” He says, only partly zoning out, the rhythmic sliding of his finger over your skin starting to lull him. “Liked what?” You ask, leaning your cheek against the top of his head. “The uh-” he swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. “The time you accidentally, ah, c-came on my eye.”

“Oh- Oh,” you snort in reflex, laughing just a tad awkwardly. “I still feel really bad about that- but you, you liked it?” You bring a hand up and clasp it over his where it lays on your chest. Julian feels warm at the touch of your thumb gliding over his knuckles. “Yes, I liked it quite a lot actually.”

“I erm, have actually…f-fantasized a bit about you doing it again. And doing some other…things to my eye too.” He trails off, almost sheepish at the confession.

Your interest peaks and you give his hand a light squeeze in reassurance. “What other things?”

Julian clears his throat, seemingly stalling for a moment. “Uh, I’ve fantasized about you, ah, t-taking my eye out to, well, have your way with my head.” He chuckles to try and lighten the mood, biting down on his bottom lip in anxious wait for your reply to his sick and twisted reque–

“That’s hot.”

He almost chokes.

“H-hot? It’s not- it's not…too much?”

“Too much? Ilya, honey, you asked me to gut you and I did just that,” you raise your hand and brush his bangs out of his face, meeting his hooded eyes, grey and red. “You should know by now that I love indulging your fantasies.”

Julian laughs in pure relief, face flushed a light pink. “I, I suppose that’s true.” He sighs in comfort when you press a kiss between those eyes of his. “I fully expected you to shun me.” He admits.

“Shun you? Oh, Jujubee, you’re too caught up in that head of yours. I would never shun you. Even if I didn’t like something that you like, I’d never shame you for it.” You squeeze his hand, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. Julian lets out a shuddery breath, biting down on his bottom lip. “You wouldn’t?”

“Of course not. Now…” You trail off, pressing another kiss to the inside of his wrist. Julian flushes beautifully. “Why don’t you tell me more about that fantasy of yours…”

…

Days come and go, and your list of items continues to dwindle. Ever since Julian confessed his newest bloody desire to you, you had made it a point to start gathering the materials you needed for the event. Proper cleaning supplies, refills for your aftercare kit, and the ingredients you needed for a potent pain reliever in case it got to be too much. Although Julian never needed them before, delighting himself in the agonizing pain, you still make sure to prepare them nonetheless.

He watches you prepare with poorly hidden excitement, peering over your shoulder as you stock supplies and offering a bitten lip smile when you catch him spying. You can’t help the smile at his anticipation, and if it wasn’t for something so brutal, it would have been wholesome.

The night arrives with Julian on his knees, legs folded under him and hands in his lap as you pad across the room, fetching all that you need. You approach him with a cup of sloshing liquor, holding it to his lips. “For your nerves.”

He gulps it down quickly, droplets of the bitter booze falling into the corner of his mouth and dripping down his chin. You pull the cup away and he takes in a stuttery breath, eyes fluttering as you wipe up the wetness from his chin. Julian catches your thumb in his mouth, sucking off the liquor. You offer him a smile, dragging your thumb from his mouth and smearing the spit over his lower lip, and set the cup aside. “Good boy.” He shudders.

“Are you ready? You know your word and colors?”

He nods swiftly. “Plague; red, yellow, and green.” He recites easily, face flushed a pink and chest heaving just slightly. You give his cheek a pat. “Good. Good boy.” You say again, just for good measure, and Julian shivers like it’s the first time he’s ever been praised.

With your tools in reach, you straddle Julian’s lap and grab a scalpel. He opens his eyes wide, pointing at his ruby red sclera, muttering a small ‘this one’. You bring your hand up and hold his eyelids open with your finger and thumb, and press your blade where eyeball meets eyesocket. With a quick slice, you sever the muscle connecting the two. Julian hisses in immediate pain, groaning lowly as blood bubbles up from your blade and spills down his lower lid. You repeat with the lower lid until Julian’s eye is cut loose from the connective tissue, bulging out of his skull like a stress ball.

You prod his eyeball with the point of your scalpel a little more, a wicked grin rising to your face as he whimpers and cries with each poke. “Still good? You still want more?”

He nods, and that's what dislodges his eyeball loose, now dangling from the socket. “Ye-hehh-ess,” his erection pokes through his underwear, straining against the fabric and rubbing against your thigh. You rock against it, rubbing your own chubbing cock against his, earning you a pretty, gurgling whine.

With his approval, you take his dislodged eyeball gently between your fingers and sever the tendon holding his eyeball to his socket. Blood has already flooded from his socket and down his cheek, caking into the skin and dipping into the corner of his mouth. His tongue slips out, curling to the side to taste the copper and a deep, shuddery moan leaves his lips.

You set the eye in a bowl of ice, cast aside for later. “You’re doing so good, Ilya! My good, handsome man.” You coo sweetly, scalpel handle between your fingers as you cup his face and lean forward to press a kiss to his hollow eye socket.

“Now…how should I open up that pretty little head of yours? Should I gouge it open with a knife? Should I press my thumbs deep inside and crack you open like a melon? Oh, so many choices…”

Julian visibly shakes, whimpering out a low string of curses, in languages both you recognize and ones you don’t. The pain is like liquid fire through him, pounding in his skull violently and agonizingly; and he’s never been in such euphoria. “Stuh-stab me, I-I need it, I- I,”

You hush him, pressing a bloody-lipped kiss to the hunch of his nose. “I will, baby, I’ll make you hurt like you want.”

He smiles in a wobbly fashion, looking so lovesick and filled with adoration despite the deep maroon coating his cheek like vibrant blush. You pick up a larger knife and his blush grows stronger.

Cradling the back of his head, you aim the tip of the knife at his red velvet socket. Julian licks his lips fervently, anticipation bubbling within him like a violent boil. And with an exhale of a breath, you drive the blade in and pierce through his flesh.

Julian screams, a bloodcurdling, raw-throated scream. It’s brutal against your ears but you don’t flinch, you don’t stop twisting the blade into his skull. His screech gurgles into sobs and incomprehensible babble, fingers digging into your thighs so tightly you’re positive it’ll bruise. Then, you feel a wetness bloom under you and trickle against the floor.

Julian has wet himself and is continuing to wet himself. It stains his underwear and dampens both of your thighs, dripping down his folded legs and pooling onto the hardwood floor. He hiccups, still holding on tightly to your thighs. “M’sorry,” he says wetly, tears flowing from his healthy eye and snot building under his nose. His skull is brutalized by your blade, his face made a delectable mess; hot fluid pain still thrums in him, only making his cock twitch and throb against his piss-soaked underwear.

“Oh sweetie,” you pout, slowly unsheathing the blade and basking in his broken whimper. The knife clatters onto the floor and you hold his face in your hands. Hot blood smears across his face and your hands, the still streaming wound gathering blood on your hand and trickling it down your knuckles and wrist like a macabre lace. “You’re such a good boy, you don’t need to apologize for having an accident!” You lean forward and press a kiss to his open, trembling mouth. Julian leans his face into your hands, panting heavily. “You’re doing so good, do you want to keep going, my Jujubee?”

The redhead swallows roughly, gulps in a few more breaths, and nods his head quickly. “F-feels so good, I need- I n-need mmmore,” his lips brush against yours, slick with spit and blood. You kiss him hard, and Julian moans wantonly into your mouth. You rock against him, rub your hard-on against his, and fill your ears with those beautiful sounds coming from his maw. Julian ruts uselessly against you, uncoordinated in his attempts to grind his cock against yours. You grant him a bit of reprieve, reaching a hand down to grope him through his wet briefs.

Your lips wrap around his tongue and suck, a high-pitched whine emitting from his throat as he bucks his hips up into your cupped hand. By the time you pull away his chin is already covered in blood-infused drool, a translucent pink dripping down his neck and pre bubbling at the tip of his pissy underwear.

“Are you ready for our main event?” You croon, lifting your hand away from his swollen, leaky dick. Julian babbles in agreement, hips haphazardly searching out your touch. “M’ready, ready- p-please,”

You stand from his lap, feet placed on either side of his lap as you push his hair out of his face. The wound is still angry, though the bleeding has seemed to slow. You’ll certainly fix that.

Julian slides his hands up the sides of your thighs, fingertips brushing against the hem of your underwear. A silent question aside from his steady whimpers. You grin, and he shivers.

He tugs down your underwear, groaning low in his throat as your cock bobs free, heavy between your legs. “My good Ilya, you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck your skull and make you hurt?”

Julian’s eye flutters, hands still brushing up and down the sides of your thighs. “Yes,” he gurgles. “Wuh-want you to shove your c-cock in my skull- I want to hurt,”

His needy, pain-coated words make your body burn hot, devious desire building deep in your chest. Your cock throbs at the thought of burying yourself in his hot, gooey eye socket.

You grab the base of your cock, rubbing the head against the opening of his socket. Julian hisses, clenching his teeth. Blood smears across your tip, lubricating for what’s to come. With a deep breath in, you start pushing yourself into his bludgeoned skull.

It’s a feeling you’ve never felt before, something so otherworldly. You groan deep in your throat, jutting your hips and pushing another inch of your dick into his eye socket. It’s hot, so very hot and sticky wet—and you can’t get enough of it.

You grab either side of his head and fuck yourself deeper in, sucking further and further until your pubic mound bumps against his brow bone. Julian’s jaw falls slack, his good eye rolling back and a sound like a strangled squawk sounds from his mouth.

Your cock is almost impossibly stuffed in his skull, feeling almost as if you're pressing into his brain and scrambling the soft muscle.

“Hah, you good there, Jujubee?” You breathe, combing your fingers through his wild hair. Julian gurgles, squeezing your thighs. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,”

The pain has muffled, dulled into a buzzing ache—and then bliss. If Julian had the brain, he’d say it was because you were mushing his with your dick, but it just feels too good to question it.

A smile rises on your face and you rock your hips. Julian squeaks, cock twitching in his underwear. “You already sound so dumb already, haha, have I already fucked your brains stupid?”

He babbles another few ‘uh-huh’s, drool sliding down his chin.

You rock your hips again, pulling out an inch and pushing back in. Another glob of drool pools down his lip. Julian weakly tugs at your legs, guiding you forward and you take the hint, forming a rhythm of how you fuck in and out of his skull, burying yourself in the gushy tissue, membrane, and slurred moans.

With how pent up you’ve been from the foreplay alone, you won’t last long at all. Your balls slap against his cheek with each thrust in, blood riveting down your shaft and coating your pubic hair.

Julian’s in utter bliss, gurgling and groaning as you chase your own high; any stressful thought, any worry of the next day fucked from his head- literally.

“Uhf- y-you’re so tight, Ilya. Bet you really wanted this, huh?” You pull out, only the head of your cock cushioned in his sticky flesh. “Ugh, ughn, uh-Huh! Huh-uh! S’gud, huuurtss,” he swallows and you can feel the tensing of his muscles constrict your dick as you push back in. “Luh-love it,”

“Touch yourself,” you pant, fisting the auburn hair at the crown of his head and tugging his skull forward to meet your thrusts. “Want you to- ah, fuck, cum with me,”

Julian obeys, his hand falling into his lap to palm at himself, choking on a gasp. He’s uncoordinated, grinding his palm against the peak of his clothed erection in a way that has him gasping like a fish out of water.

The sound only spurs you on, fuels your budding high like feeding wood to a fire. Julian gets louder and louder, squirming below you. He tenses his thighs and ruts his hips into his cupped hand, pre bubbling through the fabric of his underwear and smearing across his palm. “W-wanna, wanna,” he cries, shuddering as you scratch your nails over his scalp. “Do it, cum f’r me, baby.”

He sobs in some kind of relief, his body tensing as he practically squeezes his poor cock, rutting like a desperate animal until he cums with a loud and broken moan, hiccuping as the aftershocks wrack his body and render him limp and useless.

Hearing his climax is when pushes you over the edge, nearly curling over him as you hold his head close and cum into his skull. Julain croons, pleased with the warmth that pools in his head. Slowly, you unsheathe yourself, your dick coated in blood and residual cum. Satisfaction runs deep in your veins, and as Julian leans his cheek against your sweaty thigh, that's just the cherry on top.

Unfortunately, you have to move him to fetch the kit you've prepared, quickly padding across the room to grab all that you need. “You did so good,” you praise him, kneeling down to his level and taking a damp rag to his face. Julian loosely smiles, humming low in his throat. “Really?” He asks. The emblem on his throat starts to glow, and you assume his insides are beginning to heal. It pushes your semen out of his eye socket and you clean it up as it excretes, cooing softly to comfort him from the uncomfortable process. “Yes, really. You’re always my good boy, aren’t you?”

Julian giggles in a slurred type of way, watching you reach for the bowl of enchanted ice. His eye still lays on top, nestled in the chill. You grab it gently, carefully widening the rim of his eye socket and placing his eyeball in. Before your very eyes, the muscle begins to tether together until his eye is sucked back into its place, good as new. Julian has seemed to sober up in a way too, much more coherent than before.

“Thank you,” He croaks almost sheepishly. You take a pain-relieving elixir bottle from the kit and uncork it.

“For what?” You hand the swirling blue drink to him and he downs it quickly and burps from the carbonation with a light blush. “For indulging me tonight.”

“Oh, Ilya, you don’t have to thank me for that! I wanted to do this with you, remember?” You take his hands in yours and bring them up to your lips, kissing his knuckles. He chuckles, sweetly, looking at you as if you were the stars and the moon themselves.

“I love you, dearest. Now, how about a bath, huh?” You squeeze his hands lightly.

“Only if you're getting wet with me.” He gives a wink and you snort.

“You’re insatiable, you know that, right?” You tease.

“But you love it.” He croons. And that you do.

#spicy #julian #sub arcana #gore tw #hard kink #if you get the joke behind the title ily #the arcana #dom reader #top reader #omo tw

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saneijeijei · 3 years ago

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I think this can be considered a full-fledged fanfiction?

[Attention! This post contains a brief description of abusive-toxic relationships! Not for fans of the Penelope/Eclise pair!]

A strange mixture of Cha Siyeon and Penelope - Well, or modern!VADD/DITOEFT. The original characters live in the modern world, their statuses and life circumstances have changed.

Penelope is the illegitimate daughter of the head of the Eckart family. After the death of her mother, Penelope, at the age of 7, barely reconciled to the death of a loved one, moved into the house of her father, whom she had never seen and did not know. She was embarrassed to communicate with him, and his older children looked at her with some resentment (of course, it was extremely unpleasant for them to find out that their father had an affair behind his back when their mother was still alive).

Julian, the duke's name in this universe, did not know where to start building a relationship with his daughter, and was immersed in work, so he gave instructions on arranging her life in the house to his secretary.

Accustomed to the love and warmth of her mother, Penelope was traumatized by the angry and hostile attitude of her brothers and servants, as well as the complete neglect on the part of her father, who simply ignored her, leaving her in the care of servants.

Because of her status and her family's dismissive attitude, she was bullied at school, and the only one who communicated well with her was Eclise.

Eclise is a guy from a poor family who entered a budget place in an elite school because of diligent cramming and constant training. But because of rumors about his origin and the affair of the head of the Delman family with a simple maid, he also could not find friends in the classroom and preferred to communicate with the guys in the neighborhood, where he rented a small room, or with part-time work colleagues, to whom he went every day after school.

After graduation, they established a close and warm relationship. Penelope sees him as a good friend who can help. But her father and brothers are categorically against their communication.

Before the graduation ceremony, Eclise suggests Penelope to start dating. But the girl does not have romantic feelings for him, rather sympathy and understanding, since they were actually very similar and were not particularly loved by their family. The peak of the conflict between Penelope and her family reaches its limit, unable to withstand constant swearing, Penelope agrees to spite her father, considering Eclise a good and hardworking young man whom she will eventually be able to love.

She asks him to help her escape from home, and Eclise agrees, after which Penelope also gets a part-time job at a cafe and rents a room next to her work. Thanks to well-completed exams and a pre-completed course at the university, Penelope enters paleontology, as she dreamed.

And if earlier, she communicated with Eclise and teachers at most, then after entering the university she found new friends, including Marianne. She likes to share some everyday nonsense with the girls on the course and even sometimes go to a cafe together. She even meets Marianne's boyfriend - Cedric. Because of her unusual natural beauty and brilliant mind, Penelope is rapidly gaining popularity at the university among the opposite sex. In particular, Callisto, who studied in his last year at another faculty, becomes interested in her.

And Eclise is happy for Penelope, but the excessive attention also upsets him. He wants to be happy for his girlfriend, but absolute self-doubt and fear of losing Penelope's "love" made him jealous and tried to control her every step, which terribly annoyed the girl.

At first, the relationship with Eclise seemed just fine. He didn't ask for anything in return, he was polite and courteous, he didn't rush her and don't tried to take their relationship to a new level. But a year later, Penelope realizes that she feels bad about the Eclise because of his complete control and a sharp change of mood. She does not understand when he is really happy, and when he is angry, his behavior and words constantly confuse her and make her doubt herself and her feelings.Penelope does not understand whether this is real love or simple affection, which cannot grow into anything but sympathy.

Another stupid quarrel turns into a scandal. Penelope finally realizes that she can't be with Eclise after he locked her in his apartment and refused to let her out. She was terrified and desperate and didn't know who to call and ask for help.

After waiting until he leaves for work, Penelope decides to act.

She didn't want to bother her friends and drag them into this nightmare, so she decided to call Reynold.

Penelope thought her brother would tell her to go to hell, but he quickly arrived and opened the door with the help of the concierge. After making sure he hadn't physically injured her in any way, he put her in his car and drove her to the apartment she rented. Reynold demanded to pack all her things and turn off the phone. Upset and scared, she quickly packs her things, and Reynold drives her back to the family home, trying to assure her that Eclise won't touch her here.

[The end of the first part]

#fanfic #vadd fanfic #ditoeftv fanfic #text #penelope eckart #reynold eckart #Death Is The Only Ending For the Villainess #death is the only ending for a villainess #villains are destined to die #vadd #ditoeftv

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thekatebridgerton · 3 years ago

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Which Barbie movie would the Bridgerton couples watch and why?

How did you know I'm a fan of Barbie movies anon!!! this is going to be so fun. lets get started with my favorite couples.

Kate and Anthony: "Magic of the Pegasus" you get one girl willing to do anything to save her sister from a curse and a sarcastic ne'rdo well hunter who's reluctantly helping her and you have a movie Kanthony would watch with their kids. The bickering between Annika and Aiden is so on point, enemies to lovers down to the scene where Annika is half dead, and Aiden saves her and he is sitting in her bed begging her to wake up. that's just gold, you can't do better than that.

Penelope and Colin: "Swan Lake" Swan Lake is all about finding the courage to be who you really are and being brave enough to stand up for yourself when the stakes are higher than ever. And that is so Polin. Also, just like Prince Daniel, Colin takes the award for being the only hero in his franchise who has ever broken his heroine's heart by saying something he shouldn't, so I find it appropriate. (Side note: if Antonio had married Luciana instead of Ro, then Polin's movie would have been 'The island Princess' purely because of Antonio and Lady Featherington, I mean Luciana's mother)

Eloise and Phillip: "The Nutcracker" don't ask me why, it just gives off a Philoise feel. From the Nutcracker prince running away from his responsibilities and learning to own up to them with Clara's help, to Clara never losing hope and getting the useless men around her to get moving and help her look for the Sugarplum fairy already!. (And lets not forget, doing all of the dangerous stunts in her pajamas). Also it's a Christmas classic that those two Tchaikovsky purists would appreciate.

Benedict and Sophie: "Rapunzel" Do I really need to explain this one? Girl locked in a tower forced to work like a slave, prince who doesn't know who she is, evil witch getting just deserts, it even has a masquerade too. It's the type of movie Benophie would love.

Francesca and Michael: 'Princess and The Pauper' not only because King Dominick and Julian are the hottest Barbie heroes ever in my humble opinion. But also because Francesca would be the type to love all the songs and the characters. ( And as a sidenote, King Dominick seriously! the guy waited for Erika to go, pursue her dreams, cero complaining, he just was happy for her and then, when she came back to him he was just as happy to get married. That's peak Michael Stirling energy and you can't tell me otherwise.)

Gregory and Lucy: "The 12 dancing princesses" no, I'm not making fun of the amount of kids Gregory and Lucy have (ok just a little bit). But I genuinely think that Princess Genevieve and Derek are as awkwardly adorable in their friendship to romance as Greg and Lucy. Greg would love the story about a family as big as his and Lucy would be all in for the vindication of seeing an evil aunt like Duchess Rowena get wrecked

Daphne and Simon: "A Christmas Carol" This is the kind of thing Daphne makes Simon watch whenever he's being a scrooge, and they end up liking it and now it's a tradition in their homes.

Hyacinth and Gareth: "The three musketeers" It's more Hy's favorite than Gar's, but he watches it with her whenever she's in the mood because sleuthing with friends and saving the crown is exactly the kind of thing they love.

My favorite movie personally will always be Barbie and The Nutcracker because the ending is just so perfect. Thanks for the ask anon, Barbie movies are great. And I'm sure the bridgerton sisters forced their brothers to watch them all every Christmas.

#barbie movies #bridgerton #fun ask #this is them #all of it #anthony bridgerton gif #colin bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #eloise bridgerton

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yesvaldemarharder · 4 years ago

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(Sorta nsfw??) Could you do an HC of the main 6 (plus Valdemar) with an MC who, during their first smexy time with their LI, insist on having the lights off because they're insecure about how they look?

Sure thing babe, I don’t really do the main six but I made a note on that at the bottom somewhere for people to keep in mind.

Asra

He’s already kissing down you neck, smooth lips against your warm skin, hands on your hips. It’s so good that you nearly forget..

You push on his chest a bit and while he almost didn’t notice he pulls away fairly quickly, worried that something is wrong or maybe you even changed your mind about this.

“What? What is it y/n?” He speaks with a slightly worried tone and you look up at him with shy eyes and pink cheeks. He swoons a little, why do you have to be so cute?

“C-Can you turn out the lights?” You say in a barely audible voice but he hears you and it makes him pause a bit more. He blinks a bit confused. The.. lights? Why?

“Do you not like them? I tried to get colors that you said you liked..” he hums looking at the variety of candles he had to set the mood for tonight. However now he was worried he’d miscalculated something. You perk up a little at that waving your hands in front of his face which makes him tilt his head a little.

“N-no no! It’s not that.. It’s just my body.. what if you don’t like it? What if I’m not-“ and he kisses you again to honestly shut you up. Now he knew what this was about... Asra isn’t one to really focus on body types. He’s been with many people with many different bodies and never once had he considered he’d dated them just for the body they had.

His kiss is passionate and even though your still a little shy it calms you down. He doesn’t even have to say much to make you understand but when he pulls away you’re panting a little and he licks his lips. “You weren’t going to shame yourself just now... were you?” He asks carefully and there’s a shameful look from you as you try to turn your head away from his bright gaze only for him to stop you by cupping your cheek.

He’s smiling as you look back at him, a soft and gentle smile. He doesn’t judges because he knows what it’s like not being comfortable with something about yourself. You both look at each other for a while and slowly the blush on your cheeks is getting darker but when you calm down you’re the one to kiss him.

He simply accepts it and holds you for the rest of the night. As I said Asra isn’t one to judge off looks like that.

Nadia

While Nadia prefers a decent looking partner Nadia also believes she has really good judgment, which she definitely does. She’s not picky, no but Nadia wouldn’t pick someone she knows she won’t have a good time with. Lucio is just another story..

The shyness in bed confuses her a bit, you weren’t acting shy before so what was wrong now? When you stop her she gives you a slightly worried look.

Is something the matter? Do you not want to do it anymore? Ah, but you look so good against her bed and her pillows, hair messy and cheeks flushed, her lipstick smeared on your neck.. Ah but no, she’d definitely stop if you didn’t want to do it anymore.

“What’s the matter? Do you want to stop?” She asks wanting to get to the bottom of the issue if you’ll allow her to know what it is. You halt like a deer in headlights but then you look away, shyness coloring your face and she has the urge to kiss you but she holds herself back.

“N-No.. don’t stop..” you whimper and now her eyebrows furrow. Ah she’s so beautiful and you’re so you.. the self conscious is starting to dig in.. why has she picked you? Sometimes you compared yourself to others while being around her. She was so elegant and lovely while you were simply a magician.

But she liked you. A lot.

You didn’t even have to speak again for Nadia to start to get it and once she did she took hold of your chin and gave you a deep passionate kiss which snatched your breath away. She holds you there but pulls back when you wiggle under her needing air.

She pulls back with a hum and as you pant she spoke. “Are you.. self conscious?” She asks and she knows the answer but she still wants you to know that she knows.. you nod shyly and she kisses you again but much softer now helping you ease back into a calm state.

“Don’t be.. I like you the way you are..” she whispers against your lips like it’s a secret. Nadia doesn’t lie though so with a light sigh you wrap your arms around her shoulders and let her hold you for tonight. She’ll help you open up more for sure.

Julian

Sneaking off with Julian to make out in one of the many guess rooms in the palace isn’t something you were expecting to do today and yet here you were. His much taller form bent down as your lips together in a passionate dance.

Julian doesn’t really take the lead like ever but he’s got you right now and as he leads you to the bed you can’t help but let it happen.

You slide your leg between his thighs and he moans against you, rocking his hips letting you feel the bulge in his pants along your thigh.

It’s when you starts to strip himself that you realize the lights are on and with swiftness you grab his wrist making his jump a little. One of the buttons on his pants open showing a little peak of his red hairs down there. There’s a look of neediness written all over his face and while he wants to continue he listens thinking this is a teasing punishment you’re doing to him right now.

“Y-Y/n.. come on, please~ I want you so much..~” and while any other time that would have been enough for you, this isn’t that time. At least not yet.

“Turn off the lights..” you spoke softly and he blinks owlishly almost at the request. The lights? Why? As you look away with a huff he calms down a bit allowing himself to think. After he gets it he hums. How can he say this without sounding silly?

Julian knows what it’s like to be self conscious and while he completely understands he doesn’t wish for you to feel that way. Then again he doesn’t know how to tell you that you don’t need to be that way without it somewhat sounding selfish.. he definitely doesn’t want to upset you..

“I want.. to see you gorgeous face though..” he says suddenly and you almost seemed shocked by the boldness as he rolls his hips against you again, leaning down to capture those lips in kisses.

Maybe he could show you how beautiful you are, show you want he sees on a daily basis with you so you knew there was no reason to feel such a way. Julian sometimes refused to let you heal him but he’d definitely take the time now to heal you the best he could.

Lucio

Lucio is kind of hard to explain to about your self consciousness.. for one he takes a lot of pride in how he himself looks and two, he just personally doesn’t understand what you’re so shy about..

He sounds a little mean when he lets out a nearly tired sigh as you press against his chest again to stop him and like the first four times he pulls away without an much of an issue.

“Y/n.. do you even want to do it?” He asked and there’s a bit of frustration in his tone but then again this is your fifth time of stopping him without giving him a clear reason as to why.. he’s starting to thank that you didn’t even want to do it in the first place but you know that’s not true.. you’re just nervous to tell him.

You cover your eyes with your hands. “I do.. it’s just.. I...” you struggle and with amazing carefulness he grabs your wrist and pulls them a bit so he can look you in your face again. The light shines behind him and you can’t help but feel ugly under him and with a squirm you manage to make his eyebrows furrow as he grows closer.

“Then what is it? I’m lost here..” he huffs. Of course he is.. what does he know about being self conscious?

Now, while Lucio is rather confident about his looks he’s had a couple rare moments where he hasn’t. You have to actually tell him what wrong for him to actually get it and even after you do tell him he really doesn’t have anything to say at first.

He may be a little surprised to hear you, his lover, be so insecure. He doesn’t see what’s wrong. Turn out the lights for what? He rather wants to be able to see you. He takes the second to actually think about turning them out but soon chuckles and shakes his head.

“Nope.” Is his answer and when you huff at him he attacks you with hungry kisses and touches.

“No lover of mine is going to be shy in front of me! Hurry up and strip to I can kiss you more..”

Portia

(Now I don’t really write for the main six.. mainly Portia and Muriel... so I rather not fill out requests for them. The top four are fine but eh, y’all know I love the courtiers more.)

When you ask Portia to turn out the lights she pauses altogether. Much like Lucio she’s confused but after seeing your shyness and how you blush but avoid her gaze she gets it because she’s a smart one after all.

“You’re shy?” She asks and you almost find yourself to embarrassed to answer but soon you nod. You let out a sigh.

“Sorry... I really want to do it I’m just..” and Portia shushes you with a loving smile. She may know what you’re feeling and she definitely doesn’t judge you for it, it’s normal! This is your boths first time together, had she been the one under you and having you kiss all over her she’d probably get a little shy as well.

But aye momma ain’t raise no bitch so she’d be fine with it as well.

She doesn’t want to push you and while she wants to continue she’ll take the time to lie down next to you and hold you until you are comfortable enough to want to continue.

Might tease you a little bit but always ends it with a playful kiss.

Muriel

He understands what it’s like to be self conscious so even though he’s a little surprised to hear you want the lights off he inst one to ask why.

He may actually turn them off if you insist but if he does he’ll just try to show you more in bed how much he wants you.

He’s never wanted someone as bad as you and he might take the time to give you a lot of aftercare so that next time you’re comfortable enough to let him leave the lights on so he can watch you come for him. ;3

Valdemar

(Finally, the real reason I did this request lolololol)

First off the first time you have ‘smexy’ time with them might be in the dungeons and while there’s light even they don’t like it to be too lit down there. Much less if they have you at their manor depending on how close the two of you are. Either way turning out the lights isn’t enough. They can see in the dark babe.

Their lips are moving against your collar bone and you let out a soft moan. If it wasn’t for you getting more and more conscious they would have effectively managed to get you to forget how insecure you were.

When you push on their chest with a little whimper they pull back but already with a knowing look.

In a way Valdemar doesn’t know how to reply and you should expect that considering you are the first they want to lie down with after thousands and thousands of years. It’s either they’ll ask you why you want to stop, why are feeling that way, or if you want to try again another time.

They’ll turn out the lights but as I said earlier, they can see in the dark. They’ll either take advantage of that or will inform you in order to let you know that turning out the lights won’t help..

At least they won’t judge you.. at this point they care about you wants you to know that they don’t judge but explaining that out loud is harder than saying it in their head.

They might pull away all together without doing much to help because what else are they supposed to do. Unless you both have a deep enough relationship to where they understand these emotions they just won’t. They’ll atleast sit there with you until you feel better and can calm down enough.

As much as I love Valdemar y’all gotta know these emotion things gotta be taught to them! 😫

#arcana game #the arcane game #the arcana asra #julian devorak #nadia satrivana #count lucio #the arcana muriel #the arcana game portia #quaestor valdemar #x reader #thanks for the ask!#request are open

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imaginesandinserts · 4 years ago

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Irreverent Pt. 22 - Julian

Title: Irreverent Pt. 22 - Julian Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: R Words: 1880

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"Garcia, can you pull up the satellite image of the meeting location?"

The team was assembled in the conference to plan out the final details of the mission. Seven months of hunting and searching for Doyle had resulted in an address to a mansion in upstate New York. Garcia pulled up the live satellite image and also managed to find some street view images of the house itself, which she had shared on the screen.

The mood in the conference room was tense. No one truly knew where they stood right now. Hotch and Emily were back, but were they back for good or just temporarily? Rossi had been playing mediator between everyone, but for the life of you, you couldn't tell what good it was doing.

Ever since Emily had revealed herself to be alive you hadn't truly spoken to her. Things had been full speed ahead, but despite that you knew she'd spent the night before at Derek's place. The two of them had a lot to talk about and you were happy that Derek was at least trying to accept her back. He'd tried to get you to come too but you you'd declined citing an upset stomach. He saw through you but had let it go. You'd reconcile when you were ready.

But things with Emily were leagues better than they were with Hotch. The day before he had gone through an initial plan with the smaller team and it had gotten…not well would be an appropriate descriptor.

"SWAT will be on hand for backup as we enter the property. Garcia, you're in charge of comms. Morgan, Prentiss, and I will each lead a team through the home while Reid, Rossi, and L/N will run point from an off-site location. "

"Like hell I will!" You couldn't believe the nerve of him. To think that after seven months you were going to sit on the sidelines and run point. Run point on what?

Hotch looked at you unsurprised that you'd objected. "You are too emotionally involved in the case. It would be a liability to have you there."

You scoffed, trying to mask the urge to throw something at him. "Emotionally involved?! Prentiss spent a whole year sleeping with Doyle!"

"L/N, Stop." Hotch's face was hard and his eyes unwavering.

You looked at both Reid and Rossi who were conveniently looking away. JJ tried to send you a sympathetic look but you weren't having it.

You looked at Emily. She knew. She knew that this was it if she wanted any hope of winning you back. "Hotch, we can't just expect her to not come," she urged.

"It's her father!" He couldn't believe Prentiss. He had told her how you had dealt with Dominic. She should know better.

"If Y/N isn't coming then we're out." You all turned, shocked, to look at Derek. "I speak for me and the rest of us here that were left in the dark. Let's not forget that we wouldn't even have this chance if it weren't for her."

Hotch looked around the room but no one contradicted Derek. He looked at you staring him down defiantly.

"Fine."

Even now though, you could tell he was trying to plan things in a way that would minimize any true exposure you'd have. The plan had changed somewhat overnight once you'd determined the geography of the surroundings.

Hotch and Rossi were planning out the best entry points. In the meantime, you found yourself looking up at screen where Garcia had pictures of the property up. One picture in particular caught your attention. It was an image of the home covered in snow that looked oddly familiar. You knew this place.

"I've been here before?" They all looked up at your voice.

"You have? When?" Emily had asked, as you walked up closer to the screen to get a better look.

"Yeah, I think so. I had to have been eleven or so. My dad took us on a family trip. He said it was a friend's house that he'd borrowed. It was winter and it was covered in snow. It looked just like that."

"Do you remember anything relevant about the floorplan or layout of the home," Hotch asked, still looking at the papers in front of him.

You paused before answering. "No, nothing special. Just a normal house."

"Alright, well here's how we're doing it now. Morgan and Prentiss, you two take the back. L/N and I will take the front."

"No."

Hotch looked at you in outright annoyance. "What now?"

"No, Hotch. You still don't want me to come, you don't trust me. You and I shouldn't go in together, that's not good for anyone right now. I'll go with Morgan."

Hotch appraised you again but didn't have it in him to fight with you on this. If it had been just the two of you he would really want to clear the air and talk it all out. Explain that of course he trusted you, but he didn't want to put you in a position where you had to make a difficult and life-altering call. He trusted you completely as Agent Y/N L/N. As a daughter who was about to go after the man who had raised her, he had his doubts and he was entitled to them. But it wasn't worth the fight and it wasn't worth everyone questioning the plan. So he let it go and agreed. You would go in with Morgan.

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Hotch watched you buckle into your vest and check on both of your firearms. He wasn't sure when you'd gotten the one strapped to your ankle but had noticed it when he first arrived back. Ever since you'd joined he'd never not paired the two of you together when entering a location. He'd gotten so used to going in with you right behind him. Knowing that you'd be going in with Morgan following you was unnerving. There had been a look on your face ever since you'd all landed in New York that filled his mind with unease. He'd thought about taking Derek aside and asking him to make sure that you were alright but knew that would raise alarms of a different sort.

Derek walked over and helped you rig your wired earpiece and secure it in place. That was another thing that had been holding him back from taking Derek aside. Whatever that was. Since when had you and Derek become so close? Since he'd left and you were forced to find someone else to help you place the wire around your back.

Prentiss caught him watching you and walked over to help him with his wire. "You can't always protect her, you know?"

Hotch looked around to make sure that no one else had heard her. There was no point in questioning what she meant. He looked at you once more as you stood waiting for the order to go in. Even now, even when he was furious with you and worried about you and scared for you, even now, he was completely and irrevocably in love with you. And he knew it showed.

He looked back at Prentiss as she finished securing the wire. "I have to try."

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It was dark and freezing as you stood at the far end of the property beside Morgan and a dozen or so SWAT guys. You had your firearm clutched in your hands awaiting the results from the thermal scan and the order to enter. You felt restless and you had to remind yourself to stay in the moment. Stay in the moment and don't think too far ahead.

You heard the chatter of SWAT and Hotch coordinating with Rossi and the thermal scan team overhead through the earpiece. You looked at Morgan and met his gaze. He offered you a tight smile which you managed to return. It was so very quiet. The knowledge that the quiet would be over in just a moment was not lost on anyone.

"There are five unidentified males located in the front room. There are an additional three showing up in the middle of the home - assuming it’s the kitchen." Rossi's voice came through loud and clear.

"Alright. Morgan, L/N, are you in position."

Morgan looked at you and you nodded.

"Affirmative."

"Alright, let's go."

The door was broken down quickly and you entered first, quickly clearing the back room. You heard gunshots coming from the front. Quickly, you walked down the hallway towards the middle of the house where the other three bodies had been detected. Every second in the dark felt like an hour. Right before you turned down another hallway you saw movement. You quickly pulled back, just barely missing being shot. Morgan peaked out first and took a shot. You heard a groan of pain. You began to move again.

You'd told Hotch you'd been to the house before. What you hadn't told him about was the small room hidden behind the bookshelf, right off of the entrance to the basement. Your father always did like the intrigue of a secret room.

As Morgan urged you onwards to open the basement door and go down, you ignored him. You instead walked to the bookshelf, knowing Morgan would cover you.

"L/N! What're you doing?" Morgan's whispered question was filled with urgency. You ignored him again.

Your fingers quickly found the third shelf and then grazed along the inner edge until you felt the latch. Morgan was beside you again. The SWAT guys were covering the basement. He'd stuck with you. You quickly looked at him, asking without voicing your question. Of course he'd have your back.

He helped you shove the bookshelf open and quickly dodged another shot coming towards the two of you. Morgan easily subdued the man as the two of you entered the room. The bookshelf swung shut behind you.

"Hello Father."

He was unarmed, standing at the back of the room. For the first time in your life you actually saw a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

Derek was still working to subdue the other man in the room, having made sure the room was otherwise clear. He looked to see how close you'd gotten to your father. Why were you standing so close?

"So, you've come to arrest your own father? Are you not ashamed?" His eyes followed you as you got closer. You saw his eyes go to the gun you still had pointed towards him. You didn't stop until you'd reached him, the tip of your gun touching his forehead.

"No Papa." Your voice didn't sound like you.

Derek had been forced to knock the other guy out and he was approaching the two of you incredibly slowly. He had his gun up as well. "Do you surrender?" His voice boomed in the small room.

Your father's eyes went from you to Derek and then back to you once more. He watched you with his dark, calculating gaze. You felt his defeat as he responded to Derek, "Yes."

You didn't move. You didn't lower your gun.

"Say your prayers Papa. Beg for Julian's forgiveness."

Your father's eyes widened.

Derek felt his stomach drop.

You pulled the trigger.

It was truly over.

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds reader insert #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotchner imagine #hotchner x you #hotchner x reader #irreverentseries

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leechobsessed · 4 years ago

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These Streets

Good intentions backfire

characters: Ella Sagen, Julian Devorak, Leila Lonan (of @leila-of-ravens) and Beatrice Viano (of @juliandev0rak) pairing: mostly beaellaleila but there’s logen angst there too words: ~3.1k warnings: alcohol, aggressive/unwanted sexual contact

notes: this takes place a couple of months after Sunrise, Ella is still sad.

He had been watching her all day, she could feel it.

He was trying to be subtle about it, but Julian had never been one for subtleties. At first, she had tried to ignore it, but she could tell by the growing tension in his shoulders and jaw that he felt the need to say something to her, and she had a feeling she wouldn’t want to hear it.

So instead, she chooses to focus on the task before her; taking inventory of the elixirs and potions in their medicine closet, mentally chiding herself for letting the stores get as low as they were, regretting allowing herself to be so distracted over the past few weeks. It would take her at least a week to replace all of these.

She holds her pencil in her mouth as she stands on tiptoe to reach the jars on the top shelf, grasping blindly before a leather-gloved hand reaches above her to retrieve the items for her.

“It must be difficult being so short,” Julian jokes, handing her the jars before retreating behind her. He sits against her desk, watching as she continues with her work.

“I’m not short,” Ella responds, tossing a glance in his direction. “You just happen to be exceptionally tall.”

Julian chuckles, but offers nothing further, instead folding his arms across his chest, continuing to watch her work.

After a few more minutes of sensing his eyes on her, Ella sighs, setting her notebook and pencil down. She turns to face him, leaning in the doorway of the closet. “If you keep staring at me, I’m going to start to think you have feelings for me,” she jokes, raising her eyebrows. “Is there something on your mind, Dr. Devorak? Or are you in love with me.”

The doctor sighs, uncrossing his arms to rest his hands on the desk, his fingers curling around the edge. “Ella, are you okay?”

She frowns. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’ve known you a long time, longer than even Leila has— ”

“Oh, you love to bring that up, don’t you? Don’t let her hear you bragging—”

“ —Longer than even Leila has. And although you and I are nowhere near as close as the two of you, I hope you know…I hope you know you can talk to me if you need to.” He licks his lips, cocking his head to the side before he continues. “Especially if it's something you don’t feel like you can discuss with Leila.”

Ella places her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows. “What wouldn’t I be able to talk to Leila about?’

“Lachlan.”

At the mention of his name, Ella stiffens. It feels like someone had poured cold water down her spine, a buzz of adrenaline running through her veins from her core outward. She blinks at Julian, who sits quietly, still looking at her.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” She does her best to sound convincing, but even she can hear the defensive tone in her voice, a feeble attempt to mask her true feelings on the subject.

“I’ve also known you long enough to know when you’re lying,” he counters, standing up from the desk when she turns her back to him, picking her notebook back up.

“I’m not lying,” she mutters, her eyes fixed on the paper in front of her.

“Leila is worried about you. Beatrice too.”

“Why?”

“You haven’t been yourself since Lachlan left. I’m not trying to push you to talk about it, Ella, but as someone who fell in love incredibly fast with— ”

“I am not in love with him,” she interrupts, startling even herself with the malice in her voice. She takes a deep breath to calm the anger she can feel rising in her chest, before she turns fractionally to look over her shoulder at him, her expression serious, tears threatening in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry, I would just... I’d prefer we not talk about it anymore.”

Julian nods slowly, reaching up to squeeze her shoulder before leaving her alone to her work. Ella sticks the pencil back in her mouth, grinding her teeth against it as she continues her inventory, or at least tries to.

She had been doing her best to put on a brave face in front of everyone, especially Leila. Because there really was nothing to talk about. He left, and he had every right to. She knew it was going to happen, he made no promises to stay in Vesuvia.

Except he did, in memory at least. It felt like the streets of Vesuvia were haunted everywhere she went, and she found herself still looking for him with every flash of blue eyes, every crooked smile she came across. She felt like she was going crazy, and it was making it very hard to cast his memory from her mind.

She knew that even if she couldn’t talk to Leila about him, Beatrice would happily listen to anything she had to say. But she had Lysander, and she didn’t want to bring her friend’s mood down with her feelings for and about the youngest Lonan brother.

The sound of the bell above the clinic door pulls her attention out of the closet momentarily, but she continues to count the jars of antiseptic and antiemetics and anti-whatever else they have, or rather don’t have. It's not until a few minutes later, when she hears Leila’s voice, followed by Beatrice’s, that she sets her book down and makes her way to the front of the clinic.

Julian, Leila and Beatrice all turn to her as she enters, looking very much like three people who were just talking about her.

Ella chooses to ignore this and smiles at them, hugging her friends before stepping back to address them. “What are you guys doing here? You’re not sick, are you?”

“We’re going out drinking,” Leila grins, handing Ella a canvas bag. “I brought you a change of clothes. We need a girls night.”

“Out drinking?” Ella echoes, peaking into the bag. “Out where? It's not even sundown.”

“The Raven serves patrons at all hours,” Beatrice counters. “Julian can attest to that.”

“I sure— hey!”

The girls laugh, shooing Ella back into the office to get changed. She emerges a few minutes later, trying to wrangle her hair into something presentable after having it pulled up and out of the way all day. Beatrice smiles at her friend, motioning for her to turn around so she can quickly capture the uncooperative tendrils into a braid.

“Ready?” she asks once finished, and Ella nods, shrugging her cloak on.

The three women walk shoulder to shoulder to the Rowdy Raven, their arms looped together. As they walk, they keep the conversation light and easy, catching each other up on the gossip they’ve missed over the last week or so, their laughter echoing down the streets.

Ella keeps her eyes focused on the stone beneath their feet as they walk, only looking up to laugh or respond to a question. She’s afraid to pull her attention away from the street for any longer than necessary, lest she be reminded of the time they ran from they rain and hid under the awning of that shop over there, or when he kissed her in that alley before bringing her to his ship, or when—

“Ella?”

Ella’s eyes shoot up to Leila, who raises an eyebrow at her. “Counting the cobblestones tonight?”

“It’s been difficult, given the pace we’ve chosen, but I thought I’d give it a try,” she chirps back, sticking her tongue out at Leila who laughs in response.

“I’m sorry we’ve been distracting you from such important work, but it would seem we’ve arrived.”

Ella detaches herself from her friends, pulling the door open. She bows to them as she gestures them inside. “After you, my dears.”

They find their usual booth, close enough to the music, closer still to the bar, but far enough from all of the action that they can still have a conversation without having to shout.

“What are we drinking tonight?” Beatrice asks, adjusting the sleeves of her shirt as she shrugs out of her outer cloak.

“I could use some liquor,” Ella offers. “The stronger the better.”

“I’ll go get drinks then.” Leila nods, leaving the table to maneuver through the small crowd toward the bar.

Ella turns to Beatrice, who has her eyes on the band, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she taps her fingers on the table to the beat of the music.

“Receive a letter from a certain professor today?” she asks, leaning forward to prop her chin in her hands.

Beatrice laughs, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “Is it that obvious?”

“Maybe.” Ella smiles as she shrugs in response, sitting back as Leila returns with the drinks.

“Don’t ask what these are because I don’t know,” she says, first distributing a small glass of clear liquid to each of them, then handing them a mug of what Ella can only assume is Salty Bitters. “I asked Barth for a surprise.”

The women raise the clear liquid in toast to each other, slamming the drinks back with a grimace.

“Oh, gods,” Beatrice coughs, reaching for her other drink, taking a long sip. “Maybe no more surprises tonight, hm?”

Ella wrinkles her nose, following Beatrice’s lead and taking a sip from her own mug. “Yes, agreed.”

Leila laughs, in much less distress than either of the other women. “Oh, please. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Mm, but you know what was bad?” Ella can feel the effects of the alcohol already in her cheeks, a faint tingle on her lips. “Julian finding it necessary to ask me about my feelings for your brother.”

Leila stiffens but recovers quickly, reaching for her drink. “Lysander?” she jokes, but the joke falls flat as Ella purses her lips. She sighs, tracing her finger along the rim of her cup. “That is bad.”

“You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, right?” Ella asks, raising an eyebrow.

“To do with what?” Leila asks, confusion written across her features, her gray eyes narrowing.

“Asking him to ask me about your brother, Leila.”

“I didn’t— ”

“You don’t need to lie to me, I just— ”

“Ella, I I’m not— ”

“I’m not sure why everyone has chosen today to take such an interest in this—”

Beatrice sighs heavily, setting her drink down forcefully on the table, pulling the attention of the other women toward her. “I did! Okay? I thought maybe, since you obviously don’t want to talk to us about it, Julian would be the next best thing.”

Leila and Ella both stare wordlessly at her, blinking as they process the information. Then, they stumble over each other as they question her.

“You asked Julian to speak with Ella?”

“You wanted me to talk to Julian?”

Beatrice sighs again, brushing her bangs out of her face before addressing Ella, her hazel eyes softening as they look at her friend. “We all just want to make sure you’re okay, Ella. We know how you feel, um, felt about him. So we didn’t want to push you. But it’s… The last time you withdrew like this was after...”

Beatrice glances at Leila before turning back to her, not needing to finish the sentence for Ella to figure out where it was going. After Leila died.

“I figured you wouldn’t talk to us, you’d rather talk to Julian than your aunt.” Beatrice sighs again. “I’m sorry if I overstepped, Ella.”

“You were going to contact Vivian?”

Beatrice shrugs, picking at her cuticles. “I thought about it.”

Ella hides her eye roll behind her mug as she finishes her drink, standing up from the table to order more. She returns shortly with three more drinks, pulling hers immediately to her, while the other two remain in the middle of the table.

“I’m fine,” she says, looking between her friends. “I have been. I’ve processed my feelings on the matter, and I’ve moved on. So I’d really appreciate it if we could talk about literally anything else.”

Leila smiles sadly, reaching for Ella’s hand. “Ella— ”

“What, Leila? There’s nothing, and I mean nothing else to talk about. He left!” Ella snaps, leaning back in the booth. She takes another sip of her drink, her skin buzzing with alcohol and irritation. “I thought this was a girls night? Shouldn’t this be more fun?”

Beatrice closes her eyes briefly, collecting herself, not much different from when she has to deal with an uncooperative pupil. “Ella— ”

“Was this whole ‘girls night’ just a ruse to get me drunk and talk about issues I don’t have? I’m. Fine.”

Whatever Leila is about to respond with is cut short by the appearance of a tall, tanned, attractive man, who smiles at each of the women in turn. “Ladies,” he starts, his accent suggesting he’s not from Vesuvia, perhaps somewhere north. “Anyone care for a dance?”

Desperate to leave the table and try to get the thoughts of another man out of her head, Ella throws back the rest of her drink and stands up, her friends silently watching the two of them leave before exchanging a look between them.

The man, who’s name has been obscured by the alcohol in her head, is a decent dancer. Too handsy, pulling her into him much too close to dance properly, but an okay dancer overall. And she’s enjoying herself, for the most part. Dancing is definitely preferable to talking.

So she flirts back a little, wraps her arms around his neck, trying to focus on his blue— no, he has brown eyes, as he spins her around the dance floor.

Eventually, the man suggests they go outside for some fresh air, leading her out the back entrance of the tavern. And soon enough, she finds herself pressed against the wall in the back alley, his hands resting on her waist as his lips hover above hers.

She knew he was going to kiss her, but she didn’t feel nervous. It felt more like… dread. She knew the kiss this man would press to her lips wouldn’t, couldn’t, compare. But she needed to replace these other memories with something else, whether that was good or bad, she didn’t care.

It has been almost two months to the day that she had last been kissed, not that she had been counting, but she hadn’t been able to get the memory out of her mind. With him, it was always the type of kiss that sent warmth and chills simultaneously from the core outward, a kiss that lingered on the lips and in her memory afterward, for hours, days, possibly even years to come. When she closed her eyes she could still feel the heat of his lips against hers, his breath ghosting against her skin when he pulled away to smile at her, before crashing back into her, as if she were all he could ever need in life.

She wasn’t sure she’d ever be kissed like that again.

This kiss, is nothing like the kisses that plague her memories. It’s rough, greedy, the intentions impure and unmistakable. Her body feels cold and tight, as if it were rejecting the contact before it could even occur. His mouth presses more firmly against her lips, his leg sliding between hers to pin her more solidly to the wall. His hands pull at her braid to tilt her head up into his mouth, and her stomach twists.

This is all wrong.

Lachlan had been an artist; with his drawings and his paintings, of course, but also with his lips and his hands, his eyes and his words. The way he touched her, looked at her, made her feel like she was a work of art, deserving of being admired and cherished and loved for what she was and all she represented to him. Every word he said to her, she believed wholeheartedly, trusted him fully.

She shifts away suddenly, the feeling of unease growing in chest. The man in front of her frowns in the dim light, his hands moving from her hair to settle on her waist. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t—” she tries to pull out of the contact, but his hand catches her wrist as she does, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end.

His eyes narrow, his lips pulling into a tight frown. “What do you mean you can’t? You’ve been all over me all night, you can’t just—”

“Let go of me,” she hisses, yanking her hand away, but he shifts his body to block her exit.

“You’re such a tease,” he spits at her, his hands coming to rest on the wall behind her on either side of her head. “Don’t act like you don’t want me.” She turns her head to the side to avoid his lips meeting hers, just in time to see two figures emerge from the street.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Even in the dark, Ella can see Leila’s gray eyes flash as she takes in the scene in front of her. “You have two seconds to get off of her before you’re dead on the spot,” she warns, marching toward the man who immediately removes himself from Ella.

Beatrice is at her side immediately, pulling her out of the alley, Leila now speaking threateningly to the man in a language Ella has heard her use before, and never in a positive way.

“I’m sorry, Beatrice, I’m sorry,” Ella mumbles as Leila comes up behind them, still cursing.

“Ella, it's okay, let’s just get you home.” Beatrice rubs her back, Leila coming on the other side of her to support her as they stumble into the street, still mumbling profanities under her breath in between comforting words to her friend.

Ella chokes back a sob, suddenly overcome with emotions; the adrenaline from what could have happened, how thankful she is for her friends, how much they care about her, the pain at losing the only person she’s ever loved, most likely forever.

Her knees buckle, but Beatrice and Leila are there to catch her, pulling her into their bodies as she sobs into their shoulders.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she cries. “I’m so sorry, I know you just want to help—”

Leila shushes her friend, stroking the back of her hair. “Its okay, Ella, we know. And we’re here for you when you’re ready.”

#the title is from the song these streets by bastille #I just had a lot of thoughts listening to the song #we will get to the kiss prompts eventually we just had to write angst first #just know that ella is going through some things but she really does love her friends #just felt kinda ganged up on today #the girls will help her through it though #beaellaleila #ella sagen #beatrice viano #leila lonan #and julian is there too #with dialogue this time!#julian devorak #the arcana #etre bleu series

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deadspace-babe · 4 years ago

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Tin Cup

My first official fic!

This is a simple Julian X Reader. How the day boils down after a night out together. (nsfw and fluff tbh)

We stumbled into the shop at around 3 am bellowing sailor shanties, arms hooked and legs kicking. Julian and I spent all night at the Rowdy Raven drowning sorrows, sharing stories, singing, dancing and shouting sweet nothings seemingly to everyone in the bar instead of just whispering them to each other. Jules was about 6 drinks down and I about 4. I wanted to drink more but I was already tripping and the taste of the salty bitters at the back of my throat kept me from downing anymore. I’m not quite sure how Julian does it but he definitely holds his liquor better. Even though he drank two more mugs of bitter piss than I did, he seems just barely buzzed.

As we pushed and tripped through the curtains to the back our song turned to laughter and we flopped down on the couch almost flopping to the floor we fell so hard. I landed on top, his arms lazily draped over me and his face still scrunched with laughter. God he’s so beautiful like this, when he blushes like that my ears burn and all I can think about is kissing him forever. I lay a small kiss on the top of his nose and his skin lights up a few more shades. With the alcohol still clouding my head I can’t help but wonder how far down his blush goes. We’ve been naked together before but I’ve never really seen him in the light, everything we’ve done together had always been closed under the cover of the night. I didn’t realize how badly I wanted to see all of him until now.

I guess I was staring cause Jules giggles and clears his throat, “You want me to make you some tea mlady you’re looking a little under the weather ya? Or am I distracting you?” He says teasingly poking at my reddening cheeks.

I roll my eyes and roll off of him giving a quick nod, “Earl grey please.” He nodded and pushed of the couch swaying a bit but maintaining his demeanor. As I waited I thought back on the night we had and many before this and how deeply in love I am with this man. Since the moment I met him I feel like I knew. The way he looked at me and trusted me and acted so selflessly curse or not. No one has ever meant more to me than he does. How did I get so lucky.

“What are you smiling about darling? Something happen while I was gone?” He huffs playful while handing me my mug.

“You” I reply nonchalantly. I inhale deeply taking in the smell of soft earl grey and Julian’s black coffee as he figures through my response his face switching through so many emotions. I take a slow sip and let out a chuckle,

“Nothing bad, just how lucky I am” I slump against his shoulder feeling it sag a little at the contact.

“If anyone’s lucky it’s me darling. I never thought I’d be loved by anyone. I thought I deserved to die and was willing to do so for something I couldn’t even remember. You’re the only one to have ever shown me anything brighter than my dim past..” his eyes lowered and his voice deepened, “But here I am sitting next to the love of my life preparing for forever.” His voice lifted and he set his mug down to pull me into his lap. I push back into his chest and sigh,

“Ya ya I love you too you big sap” I put my own mug down and pull him in for a kiss pulling off his eye patch, “My perfect Ilya, you’re worth more than anything in the world” I can’t help but get lost in his beautiful eyes. The red making the grey of his irises stand out even more” I kiss his lids and he lights up again trying to avert his eyes from mine.

He’s so cute I want to hear his laugh I spin around in his lap, watching the surprise on his face as my hands shoot to his sides before he can analyze the mischief in my eyes. My fingers start to move and his eyes widen in fear. He screams falling over immediately,

“NO TICKLING” I ignore his protest and assault his side and neck relentlessly till our laughter and screams fill the room and his tears start to fall. His smile makes me so happy. I cease my assault and lean down kissing the middle of a tear trail on his cheek. He takes my distraction to his advantage bringing his hand to my hips. I feel my body being pushed back and his hands start to move,

“NO WAIT” I yell, He smiles triumphantly down at me,

“NO PERISH” he counters tickling me relentlessly. Eventually after many tickles back and forth, many protests and a few kicks later the fight comes to an end and we’re left a heaving crying mess on the couch just staring and giggling like two teens in love for the first time. “So pretty” he whispers messily locking his lips with mine. Our lips moved together sloppily but passionately. I can taste the bitter alcohol mixed with coffee on his tongue. We break every now and then to trade little pecks and to take in air. He stops to stare for a second “You sure you’re ready for a forever with me?”

I give him and exasperated sigh, “Oh you know it. You won’t be gettin rid of me any time soon.” I say flashing him a cocky smile. I lean up to reattach our lips and a leg comes up between mine rubbing gently. I take a deep breath and pull his lip in between mine teeth. The skin breaks and he lets out a groan. I can tastes the copper in my mouth and he pushes his leg harder. I sigh out a quick laugh, wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him down. I bite his earlobe til the skin breaks and he shudders then I watch it expectantly waiting for It to heal with a confused face. Oh ya his curse went away, I keep forgetting. I realize then smile devilishly “You look so pretty when you bleed and I can finally mark you up now. How about we get a little rowdy and see how deep the bites can go?” I whisper seductively into the offending ear. He lets out a shaky breath over my shoulder and nods into my crook excitedly. He snatches me up off the couch and climbs the stairs, taking them two at a time. As he moves I can feel his bulge press against my pelvis sending electricity up my body.

At the top he gently lets me down, the second my feet hit the floor I take control pushing him onto the bed forcefully knocking a little wind out of him at the sudden movement. I jump on top of him and make quick work of loosening him up as his nerves continue to get the best of him no matter how much he wants it. Our lips knead together and our legs find crooks to rock back and forth releasing some pressure. Though with our height difference it becomes sort of difficult to, you know, kiss and grind at the same time so I move to palm at him instead. Our kissing quickly becomes more and more desperate and so do his hips. I can’t help but to nip and bite and suck at his lips and tongue. I pull away from the kiss a inch or two still holding onto the tip of his tongue for a second before releasing it back to him in favor of stripping him down.

I pull his hand up to my mouth and bite down on the tip of his gloved middle finger, slowly dragging off his hand and do the same with the other but this time leaving a wet stripe on his palm after, making it a point to leave a gentle kiss on his “tattoo”. Then I move to his boots. Jesus fucking Christ those damn boots. They’re so… sexy but so damn annoying. Thigh high tight leather boots. Only Jules. My struggle to peel them off almost kills the mood but the humor of it keeps it light enough. I move back up his body and easily pull away his white button up. I can’t help but stare down at him. I hadn’t even realized the sun had started to rise until It peaked through the open window (hmmmmmm we should probably close that……..or not ;p) sending radiant shades of purple and orange to dance on his face and chest. I finally catch just how far down that delicious blush goes, and oh does it go far, from his ears to his naval. Oh I just want to lick him up I think to myself immediately latching my lips to the cord of his throat and sucking.

He lets out a moan “Y-yes” I make sure to trace the path of his blush leaving light kisses on his ears, then his eyelids, cheeks, smile, and chin. Then a little rougher at his neck, shoulders, and traps making sure to knead the skin in my teeth between kisses and licks. Now down to his chest and belly, I drag my tongue down making eye contact all the while as he stares back biting his lip in anticipation. “Come on I can take it” he grinds out “Just cause the curse is gone doesn’t mean you can go easy on me” I answer him by biting down hard on his right nipple and he arches into me with a low groan.

“Trust me I won’t” I say slyly watching the excitement dance in his eyes. I suck and pull on both nipples and leave bites all down the sides of his chest and stomach before yanking at the thicker piece of flesh right above his belly button where a piercing would go. I yap up the blood I spilled and glide my tongue down to the v of his hips leaving a light red trail behind me.

“You’re going to be the death of me” he whispers. I smile and proceed to dig my thumbs into the deep groves of his pelvis and curl the rest of my hands around his hips digging my fingernails in deep. I tuck my tongue under the hem of his pants as far as I can go and bring it back up to his belly button and he squirms so deliciously at the action moaning my name, I can’t help myself anymore. I snatch his pants off enjoying the delightful bounce of his freed cock and the little wet spot it’s left on his skin. I throw his pants across the room quickly taking my place between his legs. I squeeze his thighs hard enough to leave bruises and suck little marks from the hollows of his knees all the way to the crease of his thigh. The bob of his dick catches in my peripherals and I smile against his skin. “(Y/n) please I can’t take it anymore” I look up to see his dick swollen, bright pink and dripping.

“Actually I think you’re going to be the death of me if you keep looking this scrumptious” I say leaning forward. I lick a nice long stripe from base to tip the swirl my tongue around the head.

He bucks up “AhH please please” I chuckle but do as he asks, so good for me i think wrapping my mouth around his moist heat. He bucks up again and I hold his hips down. Sure to leave bruises. His hands come up and tangle into my hair and he breathes harder and harder tugging lightly. God he’s so gentle with me. Adorable. Right as he gets to his edge twitching in my mouth I pull off with a sickening pop and he groans from the pressure. His pink dick throbs again, soooo cuteee

I climb off the bed to go to the closet stripping my pants off on the way there. “Why’d you leave?” he asks when I come back still panting desperate for relief.

“I have a surprise for you. I didn’t want you to cum before I got it out.”

“A surprise?” He says cocking his head trying to peak around my body at the object(s) in my hand.

“Oop you’re right I think actually have two for you love, or is it three” I smile tapping at my chin as if I forgot. He flushes then changes his shaky smile to a more seductive one,

“Then why don’t you come over here and show me what you’re made of already. Scared?”

“Oooooo after that comment you should be the one that’s scared” I snort shoving his surprises in the bedside drawer for now. He looks a little disappointed (cute). I climb back on top of him kissing him deep and shoving my tongue in even though he’s already given me access. I smile into his mouth and grab his cock squeezing lightly just where he likes and whisper into his gaping mouth that’s waiting for my return. “Here’s surprise number one love” my hand glows a soft blue then starts vibrating quickly. He immediately bucks into me, hard. “You like it? I’ve been practicing just for you babe” I say licking into his mouth which is gaping wider due to the sudden rush of pleasure. I pick my body up off his and remove my hand. He finally lowers his back onto the bed again. Hehe not for long I think smiling slyly to myself. I put just the tip of my finger on the flushed tip of his dick and activate the spell again. He arches again. The vibrations are so fast that his dick is actually bouncing off of it. Small fast little bobs and it’s lighting me on fire. I can feel my slickness growing. Hmmm not yet I wait for him to almost reach his release once more before I stop again sliding up his body to reach the drawer allowing my thigh to rub against him gaining me a quick hiss. I slide back across his body and he catches a glimpse of surprise number two he bucks up unconsciously just at the thought of it.

“God you’re torture” he breathes raggedly.

“Oh you like it that much? I’m so glad. I made it myself” I wink at him while inserting one end of my new glass blown ribbed strap into me smiling quite proudly. The smile quickly leaves as my face contorts due to the added coldness but also the slight release. I pull out the bottle of lube and drench my fingers. I place my thumb on his perineum and pushed then then circle and hook my fingers repeatedly on his tight ring.

“Gahhh fuck youuuuu” he puffs out

“No Jules. I think it is I that is fucking you” I say plunging two finger into his tight ass and curling. He lifts off the bed again practically screaming, damn maybe I should have closed the window. I think, though dismissing it quickly. I scissor and stretch him making sure he’s ready while making my thumb vibrate on that sensitive piece of skin right between his balls and his ass (perineum btw) he gasps and I pull out keeping my eyes trained on the hole he’s been burrowing into his bottom lip with his teeth. I move forwards between his legs and he automatically hooks them around my waist while I line myself up. I push in slow and he arches so hard and so high I almost slip out.

“Did I make her too big for you?” I giggle.

“Hmph i-it’s per-fect” he stutters as i bottom out in him.

“Ah my beautiful Jules. What did I do to deserve you” I sigh.

“You know I want to kiss you so bad right now but you’re too damn short. I can’t reach.” He says heavily, craning his neck down to try to reach.

“Geez don’t rub it in. It’s not my fault you’re a whole 6’4, fuckin Sasquatch imma whole foot shorter and I’m the one wrecking your ass so stfu” I puff thrusting hard.

“HmPh aggressive” he says wiggling his eyebrows at me. I plant my fists at his sides and thrust harder.

“You know it ;)” I say with a cocky tone even though I’m struggling to find a rhythm. He keeps slipping and shifting upward I can’t keep him steady. I yank his hips down closer to me, lean forwards on his chest and hook my arms back and behind his shoulders. Hmmmmm much better I sigh finally having a stable hold to create a solid rhythm so he doesn’t slip every time I thrust. I push harder, pulling almost all the way out each time to slam in hard than the last. At this point he’s a babbling mess. Hmmmmm on second thought I hope everyone in town hears this music ;) I can tell he’s coming to his edge. He brings his hands up to rest on mine as they dig into his shoulders for grip. I swear just his touch on my hands as he bounces on me feels like enough to destroy me. My pussy is annihilated honestly. Just at the sight of him. God I really do love this fool. I leave small kisses on the skin I can reach leaving quiet encouragements in between each. He lets out a loud choked off moan and arches hard suddenly and I can feel his release shoot in between us but I don’t let up pounding in. I ride him through it and into overstimulation until he’s shaking, screaming, tears start to roll down his face. I pull out slow and he winces,

“You alright?” I ask coming up to give him a soft kiss.

“Perfect.” He says, eyes closed looking completely blissed out. I smile and wipe the tears with my thumb and bringing it to my mouth. He opens one eye to peak up at me “Did-did you just like lick my tears?? You good?” He says in a fake judging tone.

“You know if you think that’s weird get ready for surprise number three love.” I kiss him again pushing my hands up into those soft auburn curls and scraping my nails across his scalp eliciting a little shiver. His shoulders relaxed and I leave a little kiss on his forehead before dipping down and licking the cum off of his stomach making his dick twitch against my chest. I come up and kiss him again tangling a hand in his hair again and letting the fluids mingle in our mouths. With my free hand I open the drawer to pull out surprise number three. Jules is still quite distracted tasting himself on my mouth so I take the opportunity to get started. His eyes shoot open when he feels the cold leather on his neck. I latch it and he looks up at me bright red. “Ooo yes keep that face it matches the color so well.” I say gliding my finger across his new bright red collar.

“You know I think this one might be one of my favorites” he says coming up to kiss me again dragging his tongue over my lips.

“Hmmmmmm get ready surprise number 3 has a few parts” I say playfully He looks up at me expectantly as I grab the rest. Red rope and a red leash to match his collar, all nicely complimenting his hair. The look on his face is absolutely pitiful and so full of lust, his eyebrows are knit together and his lips swollen from bites, his own and mine. I rub his cheek lightly and he pushes into the touch, god.

“Come on” he puffs “I’m ready” he says staring up with half lidded eyes. God not the bedroom eyes Jules I’m dyingggggggggggg. I lean back binding his wrists together tugging to make sure it’s secure. I pull him up so he’s sitting upright and he immediately tugs on the front of my shirt. “You too, please.” To be honest I had forgot I was still clothed from the waist up. I look down to find cum, sweat, and blood stained everywhere, guess I’m throwing this away, gross. I agree and strip off my shirt leaving on my bra, he tugs on that too staring intently.

“Nuh uh you gotta wait for that one” I say smiling pulling his restraints forward to lay a kiss on his nose.

“Mhhhhh I hate you” he groans at me rolling his eyes.

“Is that so love? Well let me show you how passionately I feel about you. On your knees now please” i say in a harsh tone throwing his hands to the side forcefully. He lights up red again but does as he’s told. Since his hands are bound in front of him he lays his chest and head on the bed keeping his ass high. I nudge his legs further apart running my hands up and down his thighs and hips. I hum stroking up his sensitive inner thighs feeling him shiver under me. I reach up and spread his ass then pull back and send a crisp slap to his right cheek. He arches hard letting out a loud groan and I rub the fresh print to ease some pain before sending another hit to the other cheek. I repeat the same action over and over a few times watching his aching cock bob with excitement creating a small pool on the sheets below it. I decide to give him a little release…..but just a little. I press my hips against his ass receiving a hiss at the pressure and cold skin. The heat radiating off the hand marks I left makes my insides throb and my mouth water. God he’s delicious. I try to compose myself leaning over his back rubbing little circles into his wet belly. I make sure to slide the strap right up next to his heat and I roll my hips. He lets out a high pitched moan and tries to lift his head off the pillow. I push him down lower and keep grinding against him with the toy until he’s panting.

“Please please please darling ….ahhhHha” he groans as I push again “you’re such a tease” he says breathlessly.

“Hmmmm you love it” I say smiling into his skin leaving small kisses. I rub against him a few more times until his breaths get more erratic. When they do I slid up and hook the red leash on the collar and pull. The front of his body lifts off the bed and he lets out a choked moan. “Is it too much?” I ask with worry in my voice. He smiles looking back at me,

“it’s great you know id tell you if it wasn’t” he grinds out pushing his ass up against my hips.

“Mhm just checking” I whisper more for myself than him. I line myself up and push into him harshly while keeping a tight grip on his leash. As I pound up into him his bound arms bounce against his stomach in time with his dick. I pull his head back so far I can feel his hair brushing against my shoulder. I bite hard into the skin I can now finally reach watching the blood bloom and slide down his chest before I could catch it with my tongue. I hear his moans get louder and he starts pushing back onto the glass strap as he reaches his edge once again. I grow slicker and slicker right at the edge of release and I lose my rhythm. I’m so close and so is he but for some reason I just can’t get the right angle and the right feeling for myself so I focus on him instead. I give him a few quick slaps to his thighs and a few more hard wide thrusts that he bounces hard back onto and he comes undone in seconds.

I release the leash and squeeze his slim waist hard to keep him steady, but instead of falling forward he goes back onto my chest his head finding my shoulder and I watch his one red eye roll back then pinch closed in pleasure as he releases all over the sheets screaming my name. We really should have laid out towels. He’s still up against me a panting mess. I let him come down while I untie his wrist rubbing them a little before moving to undo the collar. I put it aside and kiss the side of his face tracing up and down his torso with light fingers. To my surprise he pulls off the glass toy trying not to show any discomfort at the action. He turns around and immediately catches my mouth with his. He runs his tongue along the roof of my mouth and pulls me into his lap I feel warm leather come up and latch around my neck. He tightens it a bit never releasing my mouth. I jump a little finally releasing the kiss as I feel the glass toy being pulled out of me. He pulls it up to his mouth and licks it, cleaning it of all evidence of me.

“I know you didn’t cum” he says tossing the toy aside and inserting three fingers into my dripping heat. I gasp turning bright red and throw my head back, he uses the leash that was still attached to hold my head there. I smile up at the ceiling while he pumps his fingers into me,

“You sly dog.” To my surprise he removes his fingers and the leash to stand pulling me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. isn’t he sore? I think to myself instinctively hooking my arms around his neck. He chuckles sticking out his lower lip to “pout”.

“What I can’t give a little loving back?;)” he kisses me deep and gentle and I feel my back hit wood and a cold breeze rustle my hair. I smile into the kiss but he doesn’t seem to care continuing to kiss my parted lips and teeth, Ilya you fool.

“Oh we’re an exhibitionist are we? I say playfully. He finally opens his eyes and leaves a peck on my nose.

“Aren’t you the one who left it open in the first place dear? Maybe you wanted them to hear us too ;b” I smile and nip at his lip,

“Hmmmmm maybe I did” almost the second I finish the sentence my head is snatched back by the leash and partially hanging out of the open window. He immediately moves to my collar bone leaving sweet little kisses and licks while rubbing himself against me. I can’t help but buck into him and groan out into the morning air. I can feel spit running down my chin, my mouth still gaping as I chased the pleasure. He takes the opportunity to hook a thumb in the corner of my mouth and lick into it making sure to clean the mess I’ve made on my chin. I buck again and bite down on his thumb as electricity shoots through me. “Ilya please I fucked you three times already I don’t think I can’t take much more.” I mumble his finger still tucked in my cheek.

“Oh my so needy” he whispers exaggeratedly lining himself up. He pushes in without warning releasing my mouth and I basically scream out the window for the whole town to hear. At this point the sun has completely risen and I can hear people start to leave their houses for the day. They’re going to think I’m getting murdered or something. I think bringing a hand up to muffle the sound only for it to be pulled back down in favor of removing my bra. He releases the leash but I keep my head in place and help him get my bra off my arms. The second the garment is shed he latches onto my breasts sucking, biting, pulling, licking and rubbing all while continuing to pound me up and what felt like out of the window. I wind my fingers into the soft hair at his nape and pull, the other hand coming up to stroke his face,

“aH jULes I love you SO much. Perfect perfect PERFECT” I yelled out the window again.

He hums happily against my skin “I love you too darling.” he whispers at my collar bone one hand leaving my chest in favor of rubbing at my clit. He circles it pounding harder and I finally cum with a choked scream pulling him closer as I clenched around him and he continues to pump, though it becomes more erratic. He bites into my shoulder only hard enough to leave a small indent (so gentle) and the over stimulation throws me back into the high as I cum again screaming louder than the first. Two more harsh pumps and he’s releasing for the fourth time.

He leaves kisses up the panting column of my throat and up my jaw finally leaving a deep kiss right on my lips that I can’t help but hum happily into. “You know you never cease to surprise me doctor” I say with a wide smile.

“Same to you dear” he says pulling out and lowering me from the window sill. He removes the collar and kisses me again this time rather sleepily. I look over to the bed only to see an absolute disgusting mess on the sheets. Thank god for Asra, I think remembering the pile of pillows and blankets he used when reading in the corner of the room. I walk over too it dragging Ilya close behind and flop down onto the mound of comfort, he follows suit. I roll over to curl into his body enjoying both the warmth and the view.

“You look so handsome covered in purple and blue” I say looking up at his duel colored eyes. He blushes and averts his eyes.

“Ya? Well maybe we should do this more often then.” He states with a warm smile. “Thanks by the way. I have to say that glass work was quite masterful” he giggles.

“Aw thanks. I”m glad you enjoyed it but damn, now my abs feel tight as fuck” I say with a goofy tone.

“Yikes same, my legs feel weak as fuck.” We laugh with each other for a little trading silly compliments and “I love you’s” before dozing off together. God I love this man.

Bonus: Asra runs in panicked after someone in town said they heard screaming from the shop. He bolts upstairs basically screaming only to find the most revoltingly dirty sheets and two just as dirty people in a pile of HIS pillows, wrapped in HIS feather blanket, snoring as loud as possible. “Oh my fucking god I can’t believe these two heathenssssss!” he says running down the stairs to bleach his eyeballs.

#julian devorak #the arcana #ilya devorak #julian x mc #julian x reader #we gettin it tho

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cineclub-chaplin · 4 years ago

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CATÁLOGO DE PELÍCULAS

ROY ANDERSSON

• Songs from the Second Floor (2000)

MICHELANGELO ANTONIONI

• The Incomunication Trilogy:

o L’avventura (1960) o La Notte (1961) o L’eclisse (1962)

• Il Deserto Rosso (1964)

• Blow-Up (1966)

• Professione, Reporter (1975)

DARIO ARGENTO

• Profondo Rosso (1975)

• Suspiria (1977)

RALPH BAKSHI

• Fritz The Cat (1972)

• Heavy Traffic (1973)

• Coonskin (1975)

• The Lord Of The Rings (1978)

• Wizards (1977)

INGMAR BERGMAN

• Wild Strawberries (1957)

• God’s Silence Trilogy:

o Through a Glass Darkly (1961) o The Silence (1963) o Winter Light (1963)

• All These Women (1964)

• Persona (1966)

• Hour Of The Wolf (1968)

• Shame (1968)

• En Passion (1969)

• Cries And Whispers (1972)

• Scenes From a Marriage [serie, todos los capítulos] (1973)

• Autumn Sonata (1978)

• Fanny And Alexander (1982)

• Saraband (2003)

BERTRAND BLIER

• Too Beautiful For You (1989)

ROBERT BRESSON

• Au Hasard Balthazar (1966)

• Mouchette (1967)

• L’Argent (1983)

LUIS BUÑUEL

• Viridiana (1961)

• El Ángel Exterminador (1962)

• The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (1972)

LEÓS CARAX

• Holy Motors (2012)

ALEX DE LA IGLESIA

• El Día de la Bestia (1995)

CARL THEODOR DREYER

• Ordet (1955)

• Gertrud (1964)

ROBERT EGGERS

• The Lighthouse (2019)

VÍCTOR ERICE

• El Espíritu de la Colmena (1973)

• El Sur (1983)

• El Sol del Membrilo (1992)

FEDERICO FELLINI

• La Strada (1954)

• La Dolce Vita (1960)

• 8 ½ (1963)

• Satyricon (1969)

• Roma (1972)

TODD FIELD

• Little Children (2006)

TERRY GILLIAM

• Brazil (1985)

• Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998)

JEAN-LUC GODARD

• About the Suffle (1960)

• Une Femme Est Une Femme (1961)

• Vivire Sa Vie (1962)

LUCA GUADAGNINO

• Call Me By Your Name (2017)

• Suspiria (2018)

WERNER HERZOG

• Aguirre: La Ira de Dios (1972)

ALFRED HITCHCOCK

• Notorious (1946)

ALEJANDRO GONZÁLEZ IÑÁRRITU

• The Revenant (2015)

ALAIN JESSUA

• La Vie a L'envers (1964)

JEAN-PIERRE JEUNET

• Delicatessen (1991)

ALEJANDRO JODOROWSKY

• The Holy Mountain (1973)

• El Topo (1991)

• La Danza de la Realidad (2013)

• Endless Poetry (2016)

BONG JOON-HO

• Parasite (2019)

WONG KAR-WAI

• Days Of Being Wild (1990)

• Chungking Express (1994)

• Fallen Angels (1995)

• In The Mood Of Love (2000)

• 2046 – Los Secretos del Amor (2004)

KENJI MIZOGUCHI

• Sansho Dayu (1954)

• The Life of Oharu (1952)

KRZYSZTOF KIEŚLOWSKI

• No End (1985)

• Blind Chance (1987)

• A Short Film About Killing (1988)

• A Short Film About Love (1988)

• Dekalog [serie de películas, completa] (1989)

• The Double Life of Véronique (1991)

• Three Colours Trilogy:

o Blue (1993) o Red (1994) o White (1994)

ELEM KLÍMOV

• Come and See (1985)

STANLEY KUBRICK

• Barry Lyndon (1975)

• Full Metal Jacket (1987)

AKIRA KUROSAWA

• Dreams (1990)

EMIR KUSTURICA

• Time of the Gypsies (1988)

• Underground (1995)

JOHN LANDIS

• The Blues Brothers (1980)

CLAUDE LELOUCH

• Un Homme et Une Femme (1966)

DAVID LYNCH

• Eraserhead (1977)

• Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992)

• Lost Highway (1997)

• Mulholland Drive (2001)

TERRENCE MALICK

• The New World (2005)

GASPAR NOÉ

• Enter The Void (2009)

NOBUHIKO OBAYASHI

• Hausu (1977)

PIER PAOLO PASOLINI

• Teorema (1968)

PAWEŁ PAWLIKOWSKI

• Ida (2013)

• Cold War (2018)

ELIO PETRI

• The Assassination of a Citizen Above Suspicion (1970)

• The Working Class Goes to Heaven (1971)

CHRISTIAN PETZOLD

• Barbara (2012)

• Transit (2018)

ROMAN POLANSKI

• Repulsion (1965)

ROB REINER

• Stand By Me (1986)

NICOLAS ROEG

• The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976)

JULIAN SCHNABEL

• The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (2007)

• At Eternity´s Gate (2018)

LARISA SHEPITKO

• The Ascent (1977)

WHIT STILLMAN

• Metropolitan (1990)

ANDRÉI TARKOVSKY

• Ivan's Childhood (1962)

• Andrei Rublev (1966)

• The mirror (1975)

• Stalker (1979)

• Nostalghia (1983)

• The sacrifice (1986)

BELA TARR

• Almanac of Fall (1984)

• Damnation (1987)

• Sátántangó (1994)

• Werckmeister Harmóniák (2000)

• The Man from London (2007)

• The Turin Horse (2011)

JACQUES TATI

• Playtime (1967)

LUCHINO VISCONTI

• La Tierra Tiembla (1948)

• Noches Blancas (1957)

• Rocco y sus Hermanos (1960)

• Il Gatopardo (1963)

• La Caída de los Dioses (1969)

• Muerte en Venecia (1971)

• Ludwig II (1973)

ORSON WELLES

• Citizen Kane (1941)

YASUJIRO OZU

• Tokyo Story (1953)

• Early Spring (1956)

ANDREY ZVYAGINTSEV

• The Return (2003)

• The Banishment (2007)

• Elena (2011)

• Leviathan (2014)

• Loveless (2017)

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cautelous · 4 years ago

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He has a long way to go. Not to the highest summit, of course, but… Targon stands impossibly tall against the backdrop of the Great Barrier. Mountains that are taller than the Ironspikes are cowed before the peak. The ascent.

But he only has to go to the Solari. Still a climb, still a journey - but not the journey. He finds beauty in nature and thrill from danger, yes, but the peak holds little promise for him. What would he find up there, if frostbite and oxygen deprivation didn’t kill him first?

Nothing but snow and ice and a sense of hollow victory, he imagines. The heavens only open for those pure of character, if the myths are to be believed, and he isn’t delusional enough to think that he qualifies. Noble goals and a noble heart, but justice outside of Piltover is still so set on judging actions and actions alone. The gods are no exception.

—

The Rakkor are far from unused to foreigners. They speak a common tongue with him, and while their grandmothers and grandfathers may have driven him from the land in an instant… Things have changed over the decades. Even in the past decade - he’s been here before, after all, and so much is different since then. He doesn’t have to hide, have to scamper up the mountain in the dark. The Rakkor’s opinions have shifted: so what does it matter if outsiders try to climb to the peak? If they are worthy, the spirit of Targon will embrace them and guide them higher. If they aren’t, their bodies are a sacrifice to feed the mountain.

He spends two days there, going over the contents of his pack again and again. It’s heavy - overloaded, truthfully, for a man of his weight - but he’ll manage. (Or he won’t, and his body will end up as one of many lost beneath the snow or down a crevasse.) There’s others on their journeys, others that he can climb with until their paths diverge. (That’s something new, too.) Cover, if she comes looking. (Won’t she?)

Thrillseekers and adventurers and dreamers. He sees how they shoulder their packs lightly, how they laugh and joke and cheer. (He joins in too, of course, and celebrates on the night before his and some of their departures.) Confident in the mountain guiding them up. No ice axes, no crampons, just their hands and determination. Won’t that be enough, if they place their faith in the divine?

Maybe it will be. Or maybe he’ll see their colorful coats blowing in the wind, higher up on the mountain, as he descends.

—

The first few days of climbing are more than manageable. The spring thaw had happened a month before, and so they make camp in grass that’s unburdened by snow. The others are less unprepared than he’d originally thought: they have food and shelter, at the least, and the other climber from Piltover has her own backpacking stove for warm meals. They boil water over it each night, taking turns donating packages of tea for the others. The Demacians - brothers, he finds out - look on with a mix of suspicion and interest the first night, but take the offered drinks on the rest. The Noxian has no hesitancy. The Freljordian keeps to herself, eating pemmican and jerky from the lightest pack of the group. Determination has set in as they climb, the stuff of jokes now reality.

The other Piltovian - Beth, he’d learned at the base of the mountain, and he’d given his name as Vincent - is a quiet and kind soul, but still spirited, once the ascent begins. His own mood has turned introspective as well, whether from the journey ahead or the mountain itself.

They sit at the edge of camp, one night, and stare out into the brilliant sky.

“Vincent,” she starts, looking over to him. “Why are you climbing?”

He sighs and watches his breath crystalize in the night, letting the lie come easily. “I’ve always wanted to. Do you remember when the first one of us made it up? The news didn’t stop interviewing him for a month, and… he’d said he’d seen ‘such beautiful things’.”

He remembers the articles and the newscasts. Something that had been talked about over distant dinners - his brother had called the man an idiot, for risking his life for a pointless title, and his mother and father had agreed.

“I wasn’t around yet,” Beth says with a laugh. “But I read about him when I was a girl, so I guess we’ve got the same reasoning.”

Her words hit him in the chest. “You’re- ah, you’re younger than I, then.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m twenty-four.”

“You- you,” he stumbles over his thoughts, turning to her with concern in his eyes. “Beth, you shouldn’t be up here. Not now.”

“If not now, when?”

Gods. He’s a hypocrite, really, worrying over her choices when he’d been robbing nations at her age. But imprisonment isn’t a cold and lonely death on a mountain. It doesn’t matter what he says, though - he knows that look on her face.

“If not now, when…” he echoes and stares up at the sky. Then he gets to his feet. “I’m turning in for the night. We’ve ground to cover tomorrow.”

“Rest your old man bones, Vincent.”

—

They reach the highest Rakkor settlement after a few more days, and the mood brightens once again. They’re nearing the point of no return, yes, but in the here and now there’s life and living. The Rakkor play host, children darting about and laughing as adults watch with relic-weapons at their hips.

He knows of the Rite of Kor. He knows that each of these men and women have slewn another - another child - for the sake of battle-hardening and survival. (He’s been here once before. He’s held a weapon and known that his are the only bloodless hands to have touched it. It sits in his private gallery with all the rest.) But they offer their hospitality for seekers of Targon’s truths. What a change, what a thaw.

Or perhaps it’s just a matter of sacrifice. He feels the mountain wind run him through as Beth laughs and talks with a girl, the other Piltovian crouching low and listening attentively.

—

The Solari make their home higher still, secluded from the main path up Targon’s flank. His divergence will be noticed, of course - he can’t run off in the middle of the night. But he has his explanations.

The Demacians, Frederick and Jonathan, have warmed up to everyone - even Felix, the Noxian. They share tales of valor over the stove at night, the three admitting that they had no idea that those from the opposite nation could be so… human. Even Erna has thawed, offering sips from her leather flask to the party and singing into the night.

They’ve all discussed their reasons for climbing. Beauty, achievement, pride, wonder, longing. He keeps his story the same. Inspiration from another, a desire for beauty. It’s true, if one looks at it in the right sort of way.

He asks the group one day, once their mutual camp has been set up, if they wouldn’t mind sitting for a few sketches. Beth claps her hands in excitement - Vincent, you’re an artist? Why didn’t you say anything? - as he pulls a sketchbook and pencils from the bottom of his pack.

It had been extra weight. It had been worth it. So he sets about committing their features to paper, one-by-one, and leaves out his reasoning. It’s something more permanent than memory. Something to prove that they existed.

Beth pulls him to the edge of camp, later that night, and they stare up at the nearly full moon. He worries for her. How could he not? She’s too young for this. Too soft for this. Everyone but them is a warrior, and he’s had his complicated life to prepare him for this. She’s a dreamer, hardly out of her studies - hardly into the real world at all.

“So why are you really climbing?” she asks, gloved hands cupped around an insulated mug. Steam rises in the cold.

“I’ve told you a few times, haven’t I?”

“And you’ve been lying,” she says with a shrug. “At least, I think you have. Not telling the whole truth, at least?”

He freezes. It’s the first time someone’s caught him in a lie in… years. And it has to be someone like her, doesn’t it? The last person he’d suspect. In any other situation, he’d deny it, play it off, laugh. But Beth deserves honesty, he imagines. She’s gone past her point of no return.

“Guilty as charged,” he murmurs. “I’ll tell you.”

“Well, go on then!”

“The Solari,” he starts. “That’s my end-goal. I need to… speak to them.”

She breathes out a ‘huh’. “Didn’t take you for the religious type, Vincent.”

She deserves honesty. Maybe not the whole truth - he can’t surrender himself to the will of another, not now, not here, not with the wrong person - but enough of it. It’s the least he can do. He looks to her and pushes the thought of purple-black frostbite from his mind.

“It’s Julian, actually,” he says with a laugh. It doesn’t sound forced.

He expects her to draw back - to accuse, or at the very least frown - but all she does is chuckle. “I thought you didn’t look like much of a Vincent.”

“I suppose I don’t.”

Chuckles give way to quiet concern. She stares out into the void for some time, silent. “Hey… You don’t have to tell me, but - whatever you’re looking for with them?”

“Yes?”

“I hope you find it, Julian.”

—

He breaks from the group the following day, pointing out his new route on his map. Everyone takes it well enough, although even Erna seems concerned at his departure. But he wishes them well (and gods, he means it) and soon enough it’s just him and the snow and the ice.

The Solari had been hard to plan for. Records on what relics they have are vague, at best, half-finished anthropologic surveys in the basements of universities and the words of the Radiant Dawn his only clue. But he has his target: another manuscript. He hopes it’ll be small enough to tuck into a pocket of his pack. Preservation is essential, after all, and the thought of accidentally destroying something so priceless is anathema to him.

As for his plan? Simple in planning, complex in execution. The full moon is in a few days. The Solari will stand watch at the edges of their territory, or so he’s been told. Rituals and customs and patterns. Their archives will be left unguarded.

Of course, if he’s caught… he’ll be executed. But that’s the nature of his work. Perhaps he and the others aren’t so different, after all.

—

The heist goes fine. The hardest part had been the trip to and from his camp, hidden far enough away from the Solari village that they wouldn’t spot it. No light but the moon’s. No sound but the crunching snow and ice. (And the matter of hiding his path, of course.) But he has his prize, written in a language that he can’t read, and he feels…

He feels lighter, truthfully. He knows what the pages say, or at least the gist. The structure would make it obvious, if he hadn’t already known from his research.

Poetry. Devotion to the sun as the giver of all life, as the celestial being whose love warms the world. The Solari depict her as a woman, he’s read, hair a mane of fire and skin the color of a burning sunset.

He’d left a card in a new color. (They’re going home. Together?) But that will have to wait. For now, the sun needs to rise. He needs to descend. He needs to survive. He forces himself to sleep, book tucked safely away in his pack, and ignores how the shadows seem to dance and twist in his dreams.

—

The descent is harder than he expects. He finds himself expecting to hear others’ voices, to hear Felix speaking of the life he left behind, to hear Erna humming, to hear the hushed conversations of Fredrick and Jonathan. He expects to hear Beth’s laughter as his foot punches through fresh snow, expects an arm to shoot out to balance him.

He expects company, and its absence chills him far more than the wind. Gods. How had he ever thought poorly of them? They’re all the same, them and him, all dreamers holding onto faith and luck. They just placed - place, he amends with a jolt - their faith differently than he. All the same, but they believe in a goal and he believes in a woman. No one’s more justified than the other.

He looks up into the cold, clear night each time he makes camp. He’s never been a religious man, but he bows his head to the stars regardless.

Let them summit. Bring them home. Please.

He says another for her.

Let her live. She’s too young. Have mercy, please...

He says another for her.

Let her be happy. Let this work. Let her see how much she’s needed, still. Let her choose for her sake.

He thinks, briefly, about saying one for himself. But he’s pushed his luck enough with three. He doubts the gods - or whatever is out there in the inky blackness - would have much tolerance for a man such as he, anyways.

He only hopes that they tolerate prayers for others’ sakes.

—

It hardly feels real when he steps - nearly tumbles, really - back into the village at Targon’s base. He knows how he looks after pushing himself for days, after not stopping at the Rakkor settlement. He needed to beat the Solari down the mountain, after all, and they had the advantage of it being their home. But he’d done it. The Rakkor give him a wide berth - do they think that he’d summited? Do they think that he’s been changed?

He has been, but not by the peak. His pack feels heavier than when he started. It’s not due to the manuscript. But he makes his exit, begins the long journey home, and tells himself that he isn’t leaving anyone behind.

—

He reads the paper religiously in Piltover, buying morning and afternoon and evening copies. Her name was is Elizabeth Hargreave. She’ll be trumpeted and heralded, he knows, once she makes it back. But a week passes. Two. Three. There’s nothing.

Maybe, he bargains, she’s come back quietly.

So he goes to find her. Because she has to have made it. The world’s a cruel, cruel thing, but it can’t be that senseless. She’d had faith. They’d all had faith.

He finds grieving parents.

He doesn’t speak to them.

He carefully tears one of her portraits from his sketchbook, folds it into a crisp little rectangle, and mails it to their address.

No return address. No added words. What could he say?

He finds himself drinking more wine than usual.

—

He finds himself staring at the two manuscripts, a half-empty glass in his hands, and wonders if he’s made a horrible mistake.

It all depends on what she thinks, he imagines, and he downs the rest.

#Writing ∵ ( woven with words. )#Event ∵ ( return to form. )#Caitlyn ∵ ( see me. )

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