#Who inherited his driving skills from Jack

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dp x dc prompt/mini blurb thing:

Somewhere along the line, stealing the Batmobile had seemed like the best option.

Elle would stand by that - admittedly short-sighted and kind of panic induced - logic. It was a vehicle that no one would try and stop. It was fast. The keys were in the ignition. Easiest car theft of her life. Or, well, unlife. Whatever. Still the easiest.

She may have forgotten that Superman could fly as fast as the stupid tank of a car could go. Or that Gotham had other vigilantes, that had bikes that were way more maneuverable, or that Billy was a big baby about car chases.

“WATCH THE ROAD!”

“YOU WATCH THE ROAD I’M DRIVING HERE!”

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Season 2 is right around the corner but here’s an au

Picking up from the end of season 1, Stede and the part of his crew that was marooned are sailing around trying to catch up with the revenge, but are ill-supplied to be doing so both due to the small size of the boat on the open ocean and that Stede didn’t seem to have much in ways of supplied with him when he left Barbados. I don’t think the marooned crew would consider Stede as their captain at this time (given that he abandoned them to the kraken!Ed). Stede would probably be avoidant in talking about where he’s been (in the “rules for thee but not for me” way he operates) other than he’s back to stay, has no money, and only what little experience he’s had in his brief time sailing as skills. They wouldn’t abandon Stede though, seeing him as maybe the only person who could fix this mess. Stede and his bunch get picked up by another ship who, turns out, is also looking for the Revenge. This ship is either operated or in the command of Bellamy (though he’s using a different name these days because he’s supposed to be dead). When Stede introduces himself, he’s somewhat met with “a pirate captain without a ship and that wasn’t mutinied upon?” questioning (some amusement there on Bellamy’s behalf), and Olu or all of the marooned people explains to their understanding what happened on the Revenge while Stede was gone to the best of their ability. The tale of the Revenge’s crew’s current state was left in just drives them both to want to find it even more. (A good chunk of this story is tracking down information to find the Revenge, which fortunately, Bellamy still has information sources in spades. Sometimes things just happen on the sea. Maybe they run into Jack again?). Bellamy may or may not be a less than open about who he’s chasing after on the Revenge (haven’t decided, or maybe it’s something that eventually comes out but isn’t said directly at first? Bellamy would have little reason to give up his many-year alias/charade to Stede and also strikes me as the kind of man to hold his cards close until he wants to play them). Stede gets to know more about Ed as a person from someone who knew him years ago without Ed there to curate ( Much like Jack and Ed, they act like no time has passed next they meet. I think they would have had a kind of rivalry but also an underlying respect for one another. or at least some base kind of comeradery) and also about pirating when money isn’t your background. Just to complicate things, because Stede and Ed have escaped the royal navy, pirate hunters have been sent after the Revenge (Hornigold maybe?). This is discovered at one of the ports they stop at for information. Time is ticking for them to find the Revenge. Stede no longer has the family inheritance money to lean on, and from the change in lifestyle he’s had to take to compensate, he develops a kind of understanding if not respect for Izzy’s steadfastness in duty of running the ship. ------------- Meanwhile back on the Revenge.... Things keep getting worse somehow. Izzy knows he Fucked Up (see walking on thin ice with Ed), but keeps telling himself Blackbeard is back and this is what he (Izzy) wanted. It’s what’s best for Ed. Izzy tells himself this, but even he knows it’s all gone wrong. He can’t face that reality because Izzy only finds the value of himself in serving Blackbeard. This wasn’t always true. It’s not something he’s ready to confront yet. Izzy is also managing (not well) the missing pinky toe whose stump is healing about as well as Lucius’ finger did. His swordsmanship has also suffered due to the lack of balance from its loss. He must hide all this to the best of his ability to keep up appearances, but of course things will go horribly wrong. Ed notices none of this of course; too wrapped up in his own grief and trying to be the Kraken for the one last reliable person (Izzy) he’s scared will leave him if he isn’t being exactly what Izzy expects him to be. After all, Stede disappeared on him without a word, Jack helped Izzy sell Stede (though ed probably interpreted it as selling both ed and stede) out to the British. Ed and Izzy haven’t been talking outside of strictly first mate-captain business talk. And even then, sometimes it’s Izzy (nervously but with a front to show the crew otherwise) managing without Ed. Lucius is living in the walls at this point and sees and hears much from people when they think they are alone. Ed’s fragile state and crying. Izzy’s struggles with his foot and brief forlorn expressions when he’s alone. Maybe there’s times when he’d grip the ring, saying nothing but mind going mile a minute to something Lucius wouldn’t know at this point. He could probably pick up that it’s a thought of someone missed. Lucius can’t keep a secret for long so he’d start conversing secretly with some of the crew. Jim perhaps? The two of them have a precident of secrets kept a  la season 1. Those that were part of the Revenge both don’t see a way out of this and start trying to plan for a means of a way out of this. Would there have been more crew transferred from the Queen Anne’s Revenge to the Revenge to fill out the crew with competent pirates? Maybe. Eventually though Izzy can’t ignore that this isn’t anything like the usual moodswings of  Blackbeard he’s accustomed to managing. Things aren’t changing and he’s already been dragged too deep underwater by the kraken to surface from the situation. Might as well continue to try and keep the rest of the crew afloat and working as they should be. ---------- (A maybe possibility of an event but not sure how it fits in characterization wise?) Lucius eventually reveals himself to Izzy (under funny accidental circumstances probably). Perhaps when things have gotten Really Bad for Izzy’s foot and he’s bed bound with fever and infection? Would Izzy admit to Lucius he didn’t think an infection would be the thing to do him in? Probably not, but maybe in such a situation he would? (I didn’t think through this scene too much, but maybe some more direct hints that there was someone else (Sam) for Izzy a lifetime ago? But since Izzy never really dealt with the loss other than just shove it down, he doesn’t really want to talk about it? This would provide an opportunity for those that were left from the Revenge crew to gain a kind of respect and the briefest of peaks beneath the demanding middle manager demeanor Izzy has. HOWEVER, this seemingly conflicts with two of the truths Izzy upholds for himself: Loyalty to his captain above all else, and, pirates all just in the process of screwing eachother over) ------------ Back with not the Revenge... Bellamy, Stede, and the rest of the marooned crew eventually catch up to the  Revenge with barely enough time before the pirate hunters arrive. If Stede hadn’t but it together by now just who Bellamy was looking for, it would be outright said who specifically is being sought after. (Stede probably wouldn’t put it together that the man he calls Iggy has the name Israel or may be referred to by the nickname Baz) Stede could say it’s him and he’s returned, but Ed wouldn’t believe him. By now, Stede looks quite different a man. No matter what Stede says, It takes a proper pirate boarding and takeover to get Ed to listen. Maybe Stede getting stabbed by Ed (just like he was taught) to get Ed to listen. The revenge crew on both sides wouldn’t want to fight their friends/companions. The jig is seemingly up on romcom logic where everyone is going to be okay. Maybe Ed boils over and Stede sees the Blackbeard the books he has tell of? Does Ed kill someone in his kraken rage or just think he killed someone in order for him to snap out of it enough to allow that emotional vulnerability to show again? (It would have to be him directly doing it, not throwing someone into the sea, or fire, or anything like that. As with when Jack was talking about Ed burning people alive in ep 8, Ed considered it the fire doing the killing, not himself.) There is of course a dramatic and emotional reunion of all the couples. Them all dealing with what happened in their own ways. Izzy of course is beyond words. Not knowing how to emotionally deal with 1) Sam being alive. Sam being here. 2) Stede Bonnet is back. 3)Pirate hunters (Hornigold?) on the horizon coming right for them. That third point would cut everyone’s emotional reunions short, but also be the only one of the three that Izzy has any inkling of how to deal with after years of shoving his own emotions down and never dealing with them. The fight to even get on the Revenge having caused enough fatigue that a fuckery has to be used to get away. Stede gets to showcase what he’s learned as a practical, broke, pirate (and that probably not enough if he creates the fuckery without assistance from others). There’s a grand kind of confrontation between Hornigold and the two captains who were once under his command. Stede gains a deeper understanding of the man that in many ways shaped Ed (and Izzy and Sam and Jack and maybe other figures that could have been encountered while looking for the Revenge such as Anne Bonny and Mary Reed). And then finally, the crew can start to unpack and sort out the situation. It’s a long process. The world, under normal logic, wouldn’t wait for them to sort such things out. Maybe romcom time makes a comeback and they can sort through at least a good chunk of it. Ed, for his part, does a lot of growth or at least tries to. In the end, Izzy ends up leaving with Sam for retirement. Ed tells him to go, be happy. Releases him from service (much to Izzy’s conflicted feelings on it). Izzy insists that no that’s a big mistake. Ed insists that’s what would make Ed happy (even if that too is a lie in some capacity?): to see Izzy finally have that same happiness with Sam that Ed’s now found with Stede. -------------- As for what happened between Izzy and Sam all those years ago... Years ago, Sam was sweet on Izzy when they were both serving under Hornigold. It was a whirlwind romance. Sam promised Izzy fine things and retirement together- something so rare for those in their line of work. It seemed like the stuff of fairytales, but something made Izzy give Sam a chance to make it a reality. I haven’t decided what the reason they weren’t sailing together. Izzy and Sam would have been on different ships under Hornigold’s command. Sam with his own ship and Izzy under Ed’s command. Maybe Izzy’s sense of loyalty to his captain was there (as instilled by Hornigold in all his men), but at the time, he wasn’t giving both of his hands to his job. One for the ship and one for his own interests. Maybe Ed was jealous and didn’t want to “share” Izzy with a someone else and he pressed the loyalty to the captain aspect? Maybe there was some other fuckery a la Ed afoot? Maybe Izzy, being torn between duty and love, said he’d go with Sam once Sam got the money needed for that retirement? That seems to conflict with the intensity of which Izzy holds loyalty though. Hmm.... In any case, after splitting off from Hornigold and some time passing, Sam ended up reported dead along with almost all of his crew in the sinking of the Whydah. (The timeline with Hornigold’s involvement and if he’s still alive even seems to be pretty loose at this point as far as OFMD canon goes in comparison to history. Therefore the timeline between Bellamy being elected captain of what once was Hornigold’s fleet, his independent ventures, and the sinking of the Whydah can be played with fast and loose.) Ever since then, Sam’s been working under another name to regain those funds, find Izzy, and give his love the retirement he promised. News of what happened to the Whydah and Sam eventually made its way to Ed and Izzy. Izzy never really processed the grief. Just bottled it up and dedicated his whole self to his captain. Both hands to the ship. (“The only retirement we get is... death”)

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Cesty Hallmark Movies: The Christmas Liability

I blame @shipcestuous for this. Or rather, I think it might be one of the submitters there who had the idea for a Hallmark movie contest where we imagine what the plot might be if Hallmark did a brother/sister Holiday Romance movie, coming up with a plot outline, title, and even a poster.

I don't know if the contest is actually going to be a thing. If it is, this is my official entry. If not, maybe this will kick it off. Regardless, I think I found something fun to do with my fictional movie plot outlines (yes, plural... this may be my official entry, but there might be more similar posts coming in subsequent days) .

Because I have zero artistic skills, I used AI for a movie poster. Yes, yes, I know, AI, but as I said, I have zero artistic skills and this is just a bit of dumb fun. Apologies to any artists whose work was scraped by the AI for training purposes. And to anyone who notices the things that don't look quite natural, that's one of the perils of AI. Although some of those might be my fault, too - I did a little bit of photomanip to add the title and a few other frills (which should also demonstrate my lack of skill in graphic design in general):

THE CHRISTMAS LIABILITY

After a rough few years, Melody thought her life was finally looking up. She might be working long hours, but it was her dream life in the big city, she had sophisticated friends, and was even dating a hotshot lawyer at the law firm she was hired at right out of law school, and, best of all, she just passed the bar and was ready to practice tort law herself instead of just being a paralegal.. Then, everything collapses just before Christmas. Her boyfriend, who she thought was going to propose, tells her that they have to break up as she's seen as a 'liability' to his own dreams of partnership. When she uncharacteristically makes a scene, she's let go from the firm entirely. To make matters even worse, she gets a letter from one of her old small-town friends… her slacker brother was being sued, and even though he won't ask for her help himself, he needs her.

Melody hasn't been home since the funeral of her parents, and her relationship with her older brother has always been fraught, but this newest development takes the cake. Without telling her, he renovated the family home and turned it into a bed and breakfast--and, as she could have told him would have happened--one of his guests hurt himself and is taking it to court… a case that could lose the family home entirely, which is partly her inheritance. If it's not bad enough that she has to return to the small town she always knew she was too big for and help her brother out of another mess he got himself into, he's still renting out the rooms to guests, and she has to either pay for a hotel or share a room with him. She's not sure what drives her crazier… her brother's irresponsibility and overly laid-back attitude, the Christmas cheer that seems to be mocking her, the grumpy old man who's suing Jack for an injury that was his own fault, or that every other guest thinks she and Jack are a couple until she sets them straight. Or that his renovations actually look good. So good that when she pulled up in the driveway, she thought she must have the wrong house.

But when a blizzard snows them all in, long-simmering tensions reach a boiling point, especially once she discovers her brother's real motives for renting the place out and how much the failed business ventures she associated with her brother had impacted her own life. The real liability might wind up being the feelings that have grown in her heart.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Rewatched 01x04 The Phantom Traveller the other night and wow! John Winchester really is the deadest of deadbeat dads, huh?

Making his outgoing message so that it’s clear that:

1) he knows Dean’s current phone number, despite never even once using it to explain to his worried son(s) why he’s gone and/or that he’s okay.

2) that in his view it’s totally okay to just direct emergencies over to Dean for him to handle in his place. No need to check with Dean about it or let him know that’s what he’s doing.

Sam had also been trying to reach John before this episode, but presumably after the pilot, without getting this message. So it was a recent development. (Dean’s number is just months old.) So he had enough time to record it, but none to call his sons.

They have every reason to believe he’s dead or worse, and he can’t just call to say “I’m fine, no need to worry”?

8 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

#4

How Social Media Changes Your Mind

11 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#3

Castiel: I know. I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive and you're angry and you're broken. You're... you're 'Daddy's Blunt Instrument.' And you think hate and anger, that's... that's what drives you. That's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you sees it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. You know, ever since we met and ever since I pulled you out of Hell, knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam. I cared about Jack. I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean.

Dean: Why does this sound like a goodbye?

Castiel: Because it is. I love you.

The Empty: *slurps up Castiel in a completion of his sacrifice to save Dean*

Dean: …

Dean: …

Dean: I wonder if that means he like-likes me…

13 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

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For any that it might concern:

Fictional wealth cannot be hoarded. It’s fictional. A mere plot device so that the characters can have fantastical adventures without also having to worry about bills.

If you can accept 1) superpowers 2) magic and/or 3) impossible levels of skill, then you can accept a character having guilt free wealth to spend on gear, travel, etc.

If you are actually concerned about capitalistic propaganda, there are only two kinds worth thinking about:

1) “I made it square”

2) “Money well spent”

1) is any character that went from nothing to gazillionaire through nothing but hard work and determination. (And the occasional treasure hunt that for some reason isn’t counted as robbery.) Main offender: Scrooge McDuck.

2) may have inherited their money, but at least they’re spending it on charities as well as their fantastical type of do-good. (While still living in mansions and wait how much money are we even talking about here? How can you afford all of this?) Main offender: Bruce Wayne. (Tony Stark is a strong contender, but at least his money isn’t used to litter the streets with batarangs. T’Challa is the wealthiest superhero to my knowledge, but I honestly don’t know how his wealth is used or even how it’s distributed. Is it all tied up in vibranium or is it in more liquid assets? Any businesses that operate outside of Wakanda? Although fictional wealth is never that well defined. Like how does Bruce afford all those wonderful toys without leaking his identity?)

And yet, wealth is its own fiction. Even without fictional romanticism of billionaires, you would have people believing that real life billionaires earned their money. That is one of the foundational lies of capitalism and the free market. That it self regulates distribution of wealth towards “the worthy” and that you too can become “worthy” if you’re just “tougher than the thoughies and smarter than the smarties”.

1) and 2) are myths baked into the system in many ways. Capital generating capital has to be justified, and not just for the capitalists. Businesses get their starting capital only by promising gains for the investors. Big or small. Sucks? Yes. Easily remedied? Nope. There’s no gain in crashing current systems until we have a suitable replacement.

TL;DR: Fictional wealth is a plot device, and not able to affect real life wealth in more or less a fashion than fictional poverty does. Judging characters’ morality on their accumulated wealth makes no sense. In real life there is no extreme wealth without suffering. In fiction you can do anything. Writers are not economists.

22 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“I put a bullet into the forehead of the man I love, don’t talk to me about sacrifice.”

Cool. The guy you’re talking to lived through 14 000 605 possible outcomes, trying to find one where they didn’t lose to the space grape. Presumably each time experiencing terrible death and grief, though it’s not clearly stated.

But it can be gleaned from his earlier sacrifice of locking himself into a time loop with an endless horror heading for Earth. A time loop triggered by his own (violent) death.

He was also given a choice of using his mystic powers to regain the use of his hands, allowing him a return to his old and glamorous life. Or instead learn to live with the constant pain and tremors in order to focus his use of the mystic arts on protecting others. He chose the world and the multiverse over his own comfort.

But sure. You know so much more about sacrifice. 🙄

262 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

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Dan thinks he’s got a sweet job as the equivalent of an Uber driver in crime alley. It’s a great gig with paternity leave and on site baby sitting. Sure the boss is liminal as fuck and has a weird fashion sense but who is Dan to judge.

Aka

Dan does not realize he is now the Red Hood gangs favorite get away driver thanks to the driving skills he inherited from Jack.

…..

Rambly additions

The reason Danny and Ellie are babies is because they where hit by a Fenton/GIW weapon that made them revert to their death age

Sam, Tucker, Jazz and Val are protecting Amity Park and maintaining the illusion that Danny is okay.

Gotham is high in ecto energy so it masks the Phantoms ecto-signature. It’s high enough to consistently form shades but not full on ghosts.

Dan was forced into the care of Psyche the Ancient of Mental Health The Mind who may or may not be the ghost of Jazz from his timeline, either way she sure looks like a pink haired Jazz with white eyes and checks in on him from time to time. Dan just calls her the Therapist.

Dan’s new apartment is right next to the alley the Wayne’s died in and is reportedly haunted. It is by the shades of the Waynes who make great late night babysitters. Sure no one else can see them but they just watch the twins sleep it’s not like anything bad will happen under their watch right, or they will get powerful enough for mortals to see.

Lady Gotham is Dan’s parole officer

Ellie has a ghost proof leash so she won’t run off after she reaches the walking stage

Dan does not remember all the people he’s killed. He would have episodes where he would glass entire cities before their defenders even had a chance to act. That’s how he killed most heroes.

Options

Bad reveal. The Fentons are after them

Good reveal. The GIW are after them

No reveal the GIW and the Fentons are after them.

Psyche is TUE timeline Jazz’s ghost

Psyche takes the form of a being whose presence you find calming

Prompt 43

DcxDP crossover, yet again de-aged Danny & Dani, who would have thought?

Only this time, they’re being taken care of by teen/young adult Dan who is this close to snapping again but just finished community work and probation. Now they can’t stay in Amity, it’s not safe, like at all, or even in Illinois. 

So Dan takes the ‘twins’ and bolts from the city to somewhere else. Finds a simple job, even if it might not be fully legal, manages to secure an apartment and pay the rent for a few months ahead of time using some stolen money from Vlad. And is now in the middle of slightly freaking out on if this makes him a parent or not. 

However, he still destroyed the world in the future, and this is a crossover. Time travelling exists, and several heroes come back in time to stop the thing from happening. They aren’t expecting a teen dad and a pair of literal infants all covered in medical scars- and oh god is that a collar on the barely adult?! Misunderstandings ensue. 

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1st House Rulers

The ruler of your first house is your rising sign. To see which house your 1st house ruler is in, you look at which house the planet associated with your rising sign is in. 

Ex.: Taurus Rising (Taurus is the 1st house ruler), Venus rules Taurus, your Venus is in the 3rd house: your 1st house ruler is in your 3rd house

Ruler of the 1st House in the 1st House

The manner in which you come across to others is very important to you. You are self-conscious and very body aware. Even if you don’t have any planets in Aries, you have some distinct Aries traits–you are reactive, a leader, and sometimes impulsive. You are self-motivated and self-interested. You live life believing that your fate is in your own hands, and you are likely to be quite proactive.

Ruler of the 1st House in the 2nd House

You have a strong value system, and you value security and longevity more than most people. Some may call you stubborn and fixed, as you do have a way of establishing routines and getting set in your ways. You may be focused on establishing yourself materially, but this position can also suggest a strong desire to lay down roots. Comfort and security motivate much of what you do, and you value things that last. Even if you don’t have planets in the sign of Taurus, you have some distinct Taurus traits.

Ruler of the 1st House in the 3rd House

Even if you don’t have planets in Gemini, your chart ruler in the third house gives you some distinct Gemini traits, such as versatility, curiosity, and communication skills. You may be fidgety, somewhat restless, and most certainly curious about the world around you. You are likely to be quite active, moving about close to home. You adopt a lighthearted approach to life, may be a “jack of all trades”, and are a “people watcher”. You delight in putting two and two together, and feel a stronger need than most people to engage in idle chit-chat with friends.

Ruler of the 1st House in the 4th House

Some might call you a homebody. You are someone who is very motivated by a need for security and roots. You may “take after” a parent quite strongly–perhaps following in his or her footsteps or resembling this parent. Even if you don’t have planets in Cancer, you display distinct traits of the sign. You may invest a lot of energy into building your “nest”.

Ruler of the 1st House in the 5th House

Even if you don’t have planets in Leo, you display distinct traits of the sign. You pour a lot of energy into hobbies, children, or creative endeavors. Having a good time is important to you! You need to express yourself creatively, thrive on attention, and you are likely very romantic and proud. There is some sort of eager excitement connected with being noticed and singled out. You enjoy attention and often look for it in order to feed your spirit.

Ruler of the 1st House in the 6th House

What you do as a vocation is more important to you than most. You may be a bit of a workaholic, as work occupies your thoughts. Others see you as a helpful and responsible person, and likely your reputation is well-deserved. You are very body-aware, and it is important that you have a healthy regimen of diet and/or physical activity. This builds your confidence. In many ways, you come across as unassuming and modest. You are always willing to offer helpful tips to others–and you have plenty of them!

Ruler of the 1st House in the 7th House

How you see yourself–and find yourself–is mirrored by a partner or close friend. You tend to define yourself in terms of how you relate with another person. Bouncing ideas off, or getting feedback from, another person feels almost like a necessity in order for you to take action or make decisions. Decisions are thus made indirectly, as a product of this feedback. You may find that you vacillate a lot as a result.

Ruler of the 1st House in the 8th House

You are a person who readily sees that there is more to any person or situation than meets the eye. You are somewhat reserved, not fond of “posing”, and you have a distinct disdain for all that is superficial. You have a mysterious, private, or sensual aura around you. You are not one to show off, and you seem to be content to be left alone–at least that’s what others seem to read. Psychology appeals to you, you are generally quite hard-working, and you may spend much of your time researching and “digging”. Sometimes this indicates an inheritance that transforms the life, or handling other people’s money.

Ruler of the 1st House in the 9th House

You are a generally outgoing person–an idealist and a dreamer. Usually ready for an adventure on the fly, you are a growth-oriented person and a born philosopher. Your opinions are strong, and you are generally ready and willing to let others know what you think! You may also be especially attracted to travel.

Ruler of the 1st House in the 10th House

You have a strong need for recognition that can be a driving force in your life. You are usually ready to take charge, and you are fond of structure. You readily take responsibility for yourself and for others. Some people with this position “hide” behind a position, such as a job, social standing, or reputation; or, they are especially fond of letting others know their position in life. Certainly, you come across as strong.

Ruler of the 1st House in the 11th House

You like to be on the same wavelength as others, and you tend to actively seek out similar, like-minded people to share times with. You are concerned about the welfare of others, and equality of people is an important concept in your life. People with this position are usually quite outgoing, sociable, and adventurous.

Ruler of the 1st House in the 12th House

While shy in youth, as you mature you tend to find ways of handling and masking your sensitivity. Your intuition is strong, and you naturally understand that there are hidden forces in life that influence the daily goings-on. You tend to always be seeking something higher–such as a greater meaning or understanding of life and your place or purpose in it. There is something mysterious and private to your aura. At times, you may feel a lot of anxiety. Although you are capable of being alone, sometimes loneliness consumes you and vague doubts and fears haunt you. You are a perceptive person, and managing your deep sensitivity is something that can be a lifelong task.

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WolfBeauty Kids

Francesca “Cesca” Howl

The older daughter. Cesca inherited her father’s tough delinquent aesthetic and rough personality. She’s the type that doesn’t back down easily from a fight, and even seems to look forward to them. She’s very confident in her strength and even cocky at times, but is never malicious to others, unless they are looking to mess with her. 

She’s a wolf beastman just like her father, and she’s noted to have a very fine sense of smell. Since her nose is so sensitive she generally dislikes strong odours or aromas, especially that of her mother’s perfumes. Jack mentioned once that it’s even more sensitive than his. 

She is really into Magical Wheels thanks to her uncles Deuce and Epel. She’s been riding one ever since she was young and really enjoys looking after her bike. Her days off are mostly spent fixing and repairing it, or going on rides with her gang of girls. Rosa was initially skeptical about allowing her on what she deemed a “dangerous machine” but ultimately relented since it was clear she couldn’t change her mind. She’s still somewhat upset that Cesca will go on long rides on her bike and come home late.

She gets along better with her father since they’re both very active and don’t mind rough play. Jack taught both his kids how to fight (in self defense) but Cesca is definitely the one who’s better at it. Since she’s pretty tall too (~183 cm) it gives a bit of an advantage over her opponent. She definitely enjoys training with her dad.

She calls Rosa “mom” and Jack “old man”. She likes teasing her younger brother, but cares for him deeply. She does have more faith in him than both their parents and doesn’t think Colt will have problems looking after himself. 

She goes by “Cesca” and rarely uses her full name, because she thinks the nickname is cooler.

She’s a natural leader, comfortable in an Alpha position and is the one who is in charge of the biker gang she’s part of. The girls in her group call her Big Sis and are on friendly terms with her parents too. 

She’s a student at Walpurga Nacht Academy and eventually becomes the Prefect of Monarchia during her third year. Her mother would have preferred her to go to Rosenhex, but Cesca says the dorm is too structured for her. She prefers the wild atmosphere over at the dorm specializing in beast taming.

She’s a very sociable person and enjoys interacting with others. She doesn’t like to stand still, and is always on the move trying to find something fun to do. 

She has a strong sense of justice just like her dad, and coupled with her mother’s passion it makes for an explosive combination sometimes. In school she would often be the one who made sure kids in her class weren’t bullied, her height and tough appearance meaning that other people would often be intimidated by her.

The leather jacket she’s always wearing was a gift from her gang that she treasures deeply.  

Colt Howl

The younger son. Unlike his sister, he tends to be more quiet and withdrawn, rarely jumping into conversations with others and just preferring to blend in the background. It’s not out of any sense of dissatisfaction with life, however. Colt just simply likes going about things at his own pace and undisturbed by others. He’s got a very mellow kind of personality that makes him look like a loner, but in fact he doesn’t mind being approached by others.

He’s inherited his father’s love for cacti and looks after quite a few of his own. They’re very well taken care of, and even Jack is impressed by his skill with them. He and Colt usually spend their father-son bonding time looking after the cacti in silence since neither is very talkative.

His tall figure (~201 cm) and somewhat intimidating appearance make him a frequent target for bullies who want to prove how tough they are by beating him up. However, nobody has managed to do that yet. Though he possesses a lot of strength, Colt generally holds back when fighting since he knows he could easily hurt his enemies, but doesn’t want to cause anybody pain. He lives by a pacifist mantra, and thus generally just hates fighting.

He’s a momma’s boy, and likes to be doted upon by Rosa. His mother is more bubbly and affectionate than his dad so he usually seeks her out when he wants to be comforted. He’s more open with her as a result, since she’s also more understanding about his dislike for prolonged sessions of exercise. 

Jack is often worried that his son isn’t able to defend himself against bullies and delinquents so he wants to train him to become as proficient as his sister. Colt doesn’t really like the idea and would rather that his father didn’t be so concerned about it. He can look after himself fairly well, and would prefer to spend their time together gardening.

He gets along well with his sister even though they are complete opposites and appreciates that she has so much faith in his ability to fend for himself.

He’s a student at Night Raven College and a member of Heartslaybyul. It surprised Jack that he got into that particular dorm, but given that Colt tends to be pretty straight-laced it was not that unexpected. 

He’s a bit of a cinephile and likes to watch movies with his mother and comment on them.   

General Info

They have them when they’re about 20-21, simply because as Jack says, wolf beastman have a soulmate so when they know it’s them, they don’t mind making that step. They have a daughter and a son, and decided to stop there since Rosa wanted to return to her acting career.

They have family movie nights where they usually watch action movies together. Rosa and Cesca will sometimes ask that they watch bad flicks to make fun of them, but Jack doesn’t really get the appeal. Colt usually falls asleep at some point during the movie.

The family likes to eat meat more than anything, and it drives health nut Rosa crazy. She and Jack used to switch between who made dinner, but she’d always complain he cooked too much meat during his turns. When the kids became teenagers they also had to join in. As expected of them they just did a lot of meat dishes like their father. 

The family has an active exercise program and often goes hiking together. Cesca loves it, but Colt isn’t a big fan of it at all. He’d rather just rest at home or look after his cacti.

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Little Love

If it wasn't for the court ordered custody order, Caroline and Klaus probably would have killed each other. While they tried to be civil for their daughter, it wasn't easy. However, after a night in the Emergency Room something softened between the two of them. Slowly thing began to change and maybe....just maybe...they can see beyond the hatred they built up for one another.

Written for Klaroline Week. Day 4 Enemies to Lovers 

Thank you @klaroline-events, for putting this all together

Caroline tapped her highlighter against her notebook. Everything was organized precisely and she marked each foot note with a specific color. She glanced at the article on the screen and smiled. It was perfect and finished a head of schedule. Glancing at the clock which were blaring the number 9:15 pm, and noticed that she had just under three hours left before she had to have it submitted in order for it to make the morning paper. She flipped through her notes again, triple checking that everything she had was correct. Caroline was not a journalist who printed mistakes and she hated doing redactions. They were embarrassing.

Caroline was lost in thought that she did not hear the creaking of her home office door or the patter of feet coming up to her. It wasn’t until a small hand tapped her on the arm that caused her to jumped slightly.

“Mommy? I don’t feel good.” Caroline looked down at her six-year-old daughter, Lizzie, and sighed. The little girl was clutching the pink unicorn that her aunt had gifted her as a baby and she rarely let go of. She had curly blonde hair, blue eyes and dimples that Caroline despised who they had originated from. Lizzie had trouble sleeping and at times simply could not just go to sleep no matter how hard Caroline tried to put her down. Caroline had more than one late night just trying to get her to close her eyes. It had been awhile since Lizzie refused to sleep but on occasion, she had bursts of insomnia.

“What’s wrong baby?” She put on her best mom voice and knelt beside her. She felt her daughter’s head and realized that she was warm. Very warm. This was more than just not being able to sleep and wanting her mother’s attention. “What hurts?”

“My head. It won’t stop thumping.” Lizzie replied, rubbing her ear as she went. Caroline stood and held out her arms. Lizzie early crawled into them, allowing Caroline to pick her up. Despite the fact that her daughter was growing very quickly and probably would be taller than Caroline one day, Caroline could lift her easily. Lizzie was a very active child with a very picky appetite that it was difficult for Caroline to convince her to eat three solid complete meals a day. While she was not underweight by any means, she was still a skinny child.

Caroline carried Lizzie into the bathroom and sat her down on the counter. She fished through the cabinet and pulled out the child’s thermometer that she spent way too much money on. She had to ensure that it was accurate and it had not let her down yet. She stuck the thermometer under Lizzie’s tongue and waited the few seconds before pulling it out.

103.6 degrees Fahrenheit.

Caroline could feel her heart begin to beat faster and the slight panic well up in her chest. Her daughter just didn’t have a fever, she had a high fever. She could tell that her daughter was not feeling the best and decided to try and calm herself before making matter worse. Lizzie had a tendency to overreact and throw a tantrum when she was scared…or hurt…or angry…or very happy.

It was a trait Caroline insisted that Lizzie did not inherit from her.

“Lizzie, we are going put some clothes on and take a drive okay?”

“I don’t want to go for a drive.” Lizzie whined but Caroline persisted.

“I know but we have to.” Caroline picked Lizzie back up and walked into her daughter’s bedroom. She pulled out a pair of small black leggings, a large shirt and sweatshirt. Lizzie dressed with minimal protest, which told Caroline exactly how sick her child was and put on a pair sock and small sneakers on her feet. Once dressed, Caroline quickly slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed her own sweatshirt; still being dressed from her day.

She picked up Lizzie and left the town house she rented in the middle of Richmond, Virginia. She strapped Lizzie into her booster seat and ran around the car and slipped into the driver’s seat. Once she was down the road, heading towards the hospital, she glanced back to see that Lizzie had drifted off slightly; her pink unicorn still clutched tightly to her chest. Caroline reached for her phone, which was in the back pocket of her jeans and dialed. It rang three times before clicking to voicemail.

Scowling, Caroline hung up and dialed again but this time it only rang once before the voicemail picked up.

“Klaus, I know you hate hearing from me but if you do not call me back in three seconds, I will rain hell down on you. Do you understand?” While it probably wasn’t the best way to leave a message, Caroline was stressed and having to call Klaus was never a pleasant experience in her opinion. If he did not call her back, she would try again….and again….and again until he got so irritated with her, he would have to pick up the phone. Klaus must have been thinking along the same lines because less than a minute later, his name popped up on her caller ID.

"I’m working Caroline.” Working, right. That was code for painting in Klaus’s book. While Caroline would admit that Klaus was a talented artist, he owned an art gallery that showed other people’s art and she was willing to bet that was not a gallery show at 9:30 on a Wednesday night.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t willing to bet that, because art showings could happen on a weeknight, but that was beside the point.

“Yeah, well I’m driving your daughter to the emergency room so I win.”

“Lizzie?” Klaus’s voice changed from one of irritation to worry. There was a softness to it that Caroline rarely heard from him; possibly because it was never really directed at her. She heard it when the spoke to their daughter but he rarely treated her with the same affection. “What is wrong?”

“She woke up complaining about her head hurting. She was hot to the touch and had a fever of 103.” Caroline replied and Klaus hissed.

“Did you give her anything?”

“The moment I took her temp, I put her in this car and called you.”

“What was she like before? Was she not feeling well before you put her to bed?” Caroling grind her teeth. She hated when Klaus gave her the holier than thou attitude when it came to their daughter. She knew how to care for her child and while she would say that Klaus is a good father, being a shitty human being notwithstanding, she did not need him questioning her parenting skills.

“She was fine. She watched Frozen a million times, played with her pink unicorn, picked at her dinner, and talked nonstop about what she wants for her birthday, despite the fact it’s like six months away.”

“She picked at her dinner? Did she eat anything at all?”

“Oh, don’t give me that Klaus. You and I both know that our daughter is the pickiest eater on the planet. I was able to get her to eat a few chicken nuggets and some broccoli.”

“Lizzie loves chicken nuggets.”

“Not tonight she didn’t.” Klaus had no reply because he knew that Caroline was right. Lizzie had a tendency to love one food and then hate it the next day. It was a never-ending game of guessing which foods she would eat on a day to day basis. The fact that Caroline was able to convince Lizzie to eat a couple pieces of broccoli was a major win.

“What hospital?”

“Chippenham.”

“I’ll see you there.” Klaus hung up the phone and Caroline tossed hers onto the passenger side seat. She glanced in the back and saw that her daughter was still sleeping. Despite the fact that it was hard for Klaus and Caroline to have a civil conversation, they generally tried not to fight in front of her. So, the rarely spoke to each other outside of text messages. They didn’t even provide the transportation to and from each other’s houses, relying on Klaus’s sister Rebekah to both pick up Lizzie and drop her off at their respective homes.

Caroline had no problem with that arrangement because she actually liked Rebekah.

Klaus and Caroline met through a mutual friend; sort of. Caroline’s friend Katherine had been dating Klaus’s brother Elijah and the two met at their New Year’s Eve party one year. One to many vodka-cranberries had Caroline running off with Klaus to his apartment and was in his bed before the clock struck midnight. But their romantic interlude only happened once.

Okay, several times but it was only one night.

When Caroline discovered she was pregnant, she first thing she did was have Katherine give her Klaus’s number. She told him the news and he flipped his shit. He didn’t believe her at first and it wasn’t until she took an in-utero DNA test that confirmed he was the father that he started believing her. However, their relationship did not improve. Caroline wondered if he would have even stepped up and been there for his child if it hadn’t been for Elijah kicking his ass to do the right thing. In the back of her mind, she knew that was not a fair thought but none-the-less, Klaus was a right jack ass to her at first.

And Caroline still couldn’t believe Katherine dumped Elijah for Mason Lockwood. Complete downgrade in Caroline’s opinion.

The relationship between Klaus and Caroline did not improve with time. They both had a temper and it clashed with the best of them. However, there were small moments when the two could come together for the sake of their daughter. He was with her during labor and she still remembered when Klaus held Lizzie for the first time. He even bought her a small silver bracelet with Lizzie’s birthstone inside it in order to celebrate the birth of their daughter.

He didn’t even fight her on wanting to name Lizzie after her mother who had died when Caroline was a teenager.

But then there were times where he was vindictive and just down right cruel. When Caroline started dating Tyler Lockwood for a while, Klaus flat out refused to allow Lizzie around him. Granted, Caroline was not about introduce her daughter to some stranger but Klaus hated Tyler with a passion that baffled Caroline. She had to point out that he had women in and out of his life that she didn’t feel was a good example for Lizzie.

It was a back and forth tug of war between the two of them. When the relationship between Caroline and Tyler fizzled out (which she partly blamed Klaus for), Klaus was far to smug for her liking. He also liked to mention whichever girlfriend he was with to just annoy her as much as possible.

f it wasn’t for their court ordered custody agreement, Caroline was sure that they would have killed each other by now.

They came to a week on week off agreement with Rebekah providing the transportation; with Elijah as an alternate if Rebekah was not available. There was no way in hell Caroline trusted Kol in a car with her child. Klaus and Caroline actually agreed on that fact. The two had little to no contact directly with one another outside of emergencies and the few activities their daughter was in. During those times they could at least pretend to be civil.

Sometimes.

When Caroline pulled into the hospital parking lot, she gently got Lizzie out of the car and walked her into the emergency room hospital. By the time the nurses were checking her in and Caroline was filling out the necessary paperwork, Lizzie curled up in her lap; refusing to let go of her mother, Caroline’s phone buzzed to let her know that Klaus was parking his ridiculous expensive car. He must have sped the entire way but Caroline couldn’t blame him. She would have done the same thing in his position. She saw him all but run in, his eyes darting around, looking for her.

“Klaus.” Caroline called and his eyes snapped toward her. She eyed him up and down as he made his way over to them. His hair was a complete disaster, probably from pulling at it due to stress. He was in a pair of old jeans and a T-shirt that had seen better days. He was covered in paint, which confirmed to Caroline that he had indeed been working on his latest project.

“How is she?”

“She slept pretty much the entire way here but she is still warm. The nurses said it’s a quiet night so it shouldn’t take to terribly long to take her back.” Klaus nodded and saw that she will filling out paperwork.

“Here, let me take her.” Klaus reached over and took Lizzie from her arms, which Caroline was grateful for because it made filling out the forms much easier.

“Daddy?” Lizzie woke up slowly and gave Klaus a small smile, the dimples they shared showing on her cheeks.

“Hey little love, how are you feeling?”

“Not good.” Lizzie wrapped her arms around Klaus and buried her head in his neck. Caroline couldn’t help but give a small smile. No matter her feelings about Klaus, she had to admit that it melted her heart to see her daughter interact with her father. “Will you stay with me?”

“I wouldn’t leave you for the world.”

“Shit.” Caroline hissed out and closed her eyes. She brought the clipboard to her head and rested her forehead against it.

“Mommy, that’s an Uncle Kol word.” Caroline couldn’t help but crack a small smile at that and Klaus outright laughed. Lizzie narrowed her eyes at the two of them, not liking that they where laughing at her. “Well it is!”

“That’s right and what do we say about Uncle Kol.” Klaus asked.

“Ignore him because he is always wrong.”

“That’s right.” Klaus stated and looked over to Caroline. “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot her insurance card.” Caroline scowled. It was not like her to forget things. She typically was always on top of everything that she double checked and triple checked if she had what she needed when she left the house; but this time she was in such a rush that she didn’t think to check. “And my entire wallet actually.”

“Here.” Klaus shifted and pulled out his wallet. He opened it and pulled out his copy of the card. For a split second, he saw a picture of Lizzie in his wallet and she smiled at that. “Use mine. It should be up to date. And I’ll take care of the bill to when we check out, so don’t worry about that.”

“Thank you.” Caroline muttered. She hadn’t thought about the hospital copay. Klaus was good for it and she knew that but money had been a touchy subject with them for a time. When she was pregnant, Klaus accused her of getting pregnant on purpose to take him for money; which Caroline did not do and out of stubbornness, she never once filed for child support, even though she could have used the money at the time; having only been a little over twenty-one when she fell pregnant.

They lapsed into silence and once they were called back into a room. Klaus, who was still holding Lizzie, laid her down upon the bed. She pulled her pink unicorn to her chest and eyed the nurse worryingly. Their daughter was not one who trusted strangers, at all. In fact, she rarely made friends with children her own age because she didn’t trust new people easily.

That and she had a prickly personality.

Something Caroline insists that she got from Klaus.

The nurse checked her temperature and other vitals all the while asking both Klaus and Caroline questions. When Caroline was going over why she brought her in, Klaus did not interrupt once nor scold her for something he would have done differently. The nurse said that the doctor would be in momentarily and slipped out.

Lizzie feel asleep soon after and both Klaus and Caroline lapsed back into silence. Caroline stood from the uncomfortable hospital chair and paced the room. She could feel Klaus’s eyes on her with every movement she made but she could not be sure if it was out of annoyance or sympathy. The silence between them was driving her insane, especially since she was not one who did silence well.

“Thank you.”

“What for Caroline?”

“Coming tonight.”

“She is my daughter. I would drop everything for her.” Klaus replied and Caroline nodded. She could not argue with that and honestly, Caroline did not have it in her to argue. “I hope Haley does not mind that I pulled you out so late.” Granted, it was only a little after ten but still, Haley was a right bitch in Caroline’s opinion.

“Haley?”

“Yeah. You know, your girlfriend.”

“Oh. Haley and I ended things about five months ago.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.” Caroline paused, mainly because she never asked. “Although that explains why Lizzie hasn’t mentioned her in a while.” Lizzie hated Haley. It wasn’t that Haley mistreated Lizzie, Caroline would not stand for that and if she was forced to admit it neither would Klaus, but that Lizzie did not like how Haley babied her. In fact, she was surprised that Lizzie didn’t spill those beans the moment she learned that Klaus gave her the boot. Secret keeping was not Lizzie’s strong suit. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. That entire relationship was a train wreck.” Caroline snorted at that. She didn’t like Haley the moment she met her over a year ago. Caroline could not explain why but there was something that just drove Caroline insane when she saw them together. “You can say it Caroline. I know you want to.”

“I told you so.” Klaus just rolled his eyes at her. She smiled lightly. The knowledge that his relationship with Haley was over made her feel slightly better. It was petty but Caroline didn’t care. “What happened? I mean, never mind. None of my business.”

“No. It’s fine.” For a moment, Caroline wanted to ask if he was feeling alright. He usually got annoyed if Caroline pried too much. Which she honestly didn’t do that often, only when she was concerned with who Klaus brought around Lizzie. “I caught her tampering with her birth control.” Caroline whipped around and gave Klaus a shocked looked. In fact, Caroline was certain that her eyes were bulging out of her head. “Yeah. I had the same exact look except add in my temper.”

“Well, fuck.”

“That’s an Uncle Kol word, Caroline.”

“Bite me.” She shook her head. “Seriously? Like, Seriously?”

“Yup.” Klaus nodded. “She thought that if she got pregnant and gave me a baby, then I would stop spending all my time with Lizzie during my weeks. She didn’t like the fact that Lizzie came first.” He paused. “Because she does you know. I know I was irritated when you called me tonight but Lizzie does come first for me. Always and forever.”

“I know that Klaus and I’ve never doubted that. Not once.” Klaus gave her an incredulous look as though he couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. Caroline sighed and sat back down in the empty chair. She knew this was probably the most honest conversation they have had in a very long time. “You’re a good dad Klaus. No matter what our relationship is like, I know that when it comes to Lizzie, you’ll be there.”

Before either one of them could say anything else, the doctor came in and looked at the small patient who was still clutching her unicorn as though her life depended upon it. An ear infection. When the doctor told them that it wasn’t anything life threatening, because in the back of Caroline’s mind she was certainly obsessing that it was, they both let out a sigh of relief. The doctor prescribed some antibiotics and sent them home. Lizzie slept through the majority of everything, which was very much unlike her. Klaus checked them out while Caroline took their sleeping daughter to her car, with a promise that she would let Klaus say goodbye to her before driving off. When she saw Klaus striding across the parking lot to her car, he had something in his hand that Caroline would have freaked out when she discovered it was missing.

A bright pink unicorn.

“Thank you! If she would have woke up without that…”

“It would have been the end of the world as we know it.” Klaus joked but they both knew how true that statement would have been. Lizzie would have thrown a fit, especially since she was sick. When Lizzie threw a tantrum, it was not a pretty sight. It also took Caroline by surprise that Klaus brought the unicorn to her and not hid it, making her suffer Lizzie’s meltdown. If she would have been in Klaus’s position, Caroline never would have done it but most certainly would have thought about it. Klaus gave her soft smile before crawling into the back of her car in order to kiss the top of Lizzie’s head. “I love you, little love.”

Klaus climbed out of the back, closed the door and looked at Caroline. A small awkward moment passed between them and the way Klaus was looking at her made her believe that there was something he wanted to say to her. Klaus was not one to mince his words and always said what was on his mind. The fact that he was staying silent worried Caroline.

“Well, goodnight.” She moved to walk around her car but Klaus stopped her.

“Caroline…” He paused, looking for the words but Caroline could tell he chickened out. “Will you call me in the morning? Let me know how she is doing?”

“Of course.” The shared a small smile and Caroline climbed into her car. Klaus stood in the parking lot, watching her drive off; a move that she was not sure exactly what to make of. By the time she got home, it was well after midnight. When she was getting ready to get into bed for the few hours of sleep before Lizzie woke, she noticed that she had a message from Klaus on her phone.

Thank you for your honesty.

*

The changes were subtle. At first, everything remained the same. They communicated by text message and Rebekah picked Lizzie up and dropped her off. There was something in Rebekah’s demeanor though whenever she looked at Caroline. A small smirk or an all-knowing glance that infuriated Caroline. If she didn’t have a stable understanding with Lizzie’s aunt, she would have called her out on it but she refrained.

Caroline needed to be on good terms with at least one Mikaelson.

However, the messages from Klaus were different. Friendlier. Gone were the snarky comments and explosive unfounded accusations. Instead, he added pleasantries that Caroline was convinced were absent from his vocabulary. He wished her good morning before asking about their daughter and every night he told her goodnight after every phone call with Lizzie. She would never admit it but each time, Caroline felt her stomach flutter ever so slight; but she would deny it upon pain of death.

Soon enough, just communicating by text message stopped. Klaus would call her when he wanted to check in on Lizzie. Their conversations were strictly about her but eventually they moved onto more personal topics. It started with Klaus complementing her on an article she had written. Caroline was unsure what surprised her more, the fact that he read one of her articles or that he agreed with her opinion.

There were times that Klaus would call her out of the blue with something that had nothing to do with Lizzie. He called when their daughter was at school and during times that he knew Caroline would be available, such as her lunch break or the hour she had before Lizzie got off the bus. The cordial relationship they built took months but Caroline found that it was far more pleasant than arguing every time they had to speak to one another. It baffled her at first but Caroline felt that if Klaus was going to put in the effort to be more pleasant with her, than she was not going to be the one who messed that up.

Her pride would not allow it; because that was all it was. Pride. Nothing more. Nope. Not at all.

Then one day when it was time for the exchange of custody, Caroline opened her front door to find, not Rebekah but Klaus. It had been months since Lizzie had her ear infection and she had not seen him in person since. They spoke almost everyday but actually seeing him in person took Caroline off guard. If anyone were to ask her about the blush heating up her skin, she would deny it.

“Lizzie, your dad’s here!” Caroline stepped aside and allowed Klaus to enter the house. His eyes darted around, taking in the pictures in her entry hall. She realized that this was the first time he had actually step foot inside her house. He had always known where she lived, and had been in the backyard but he had never actually been inside it. Caroline was tempted to ask why he had come but decided against it. “Would you like something to drink? Lizzie is probably still deciding which friend her unicorn would like to come with.”

Klaus snorted at that.

“If could be ages before that decision is made.”

“Coffee?” Klaus nodded and followed her into the kitchen. He looked around and smirked at the insane amount of organization her home had. He had known Caroline was a neat freak and had a case of OCD that she would deny, but seeing it so ingrained in her home was humorous to him; but he was wise enough to keep his comments to himself. At least he knew where Lizzie got her obsession that everything be neat and orderly from, because it certainly was not him. “How do you take it?”

“Black.”

“Of course, you do.” Klaus raised his eyebrows in question but Caroline just rolled her eyes in response. She made his coffee and gave it to him. “While you’re here, it would be a good time for us to talk.”

“About?”

“A special day for a special someone.”

“Ah. Yes. That.” Klaus took a sip of his coffee. “I can’t believe she is going to be seven.”

“Right?” Caroline shook her head. It felt like yesterday that Lizzie was an infant, screaming at the top of her lungs demanding that the world pay attention to her. Since Lizzie’s first birthday, it was the one day that both Klaus and Caroline tried to be on their best behavior because neither one of them wanted to ruin Lizzie’s day by the two of them bickering. “She wants a party. I was thinking we could do it the second weekend of September? Its technically not on her birthday but Rebekah mentioned that she was going out of town for work and I know she would hate to miss it.”

“That should be fine. Theme?” Klaus

“Princess.”

“Of course. What else would it be?” Klaus drawled out. “I mean, what else would the daughter of, oh what was it?” He paused for dramatic effect. “Oh yes. Miss Mystic Falls. Of course, Lizzie would want something that would require her to wear a tiara.”

“Oh, really? You want to go there?” Caroline laughed at him. “May I remind you that it was not me that bought her that doll house in the form of a castle with a doll that looked identical to her? I don’t think it was me that created this princess obsession.”

“Well, in my defense she is practically royalty.” Caroline just snorted.

“She has you wrapped around her little finger.” Klaus opened his mouth but Caroline pointed at her finger at him, silencing him. Klaus backpedaled and smirked. “And don’t you even try to deny it.”

“Are the two of you getting along?” Both Klaus’s and Caroline’s snapped to the archway that lead into the kitchen. Lizzie was standing there with her hands on her hips and her head cocked. Her blue eyes were darting between the two of them as though she was judging them both; and she probably was. “It’s weird.”

“Elizabeth!” Caroline scolded but Lizzie just rolled her eyes. Caroline could tell that Klaus was holding back a laugh and she just gave him a looked that dared him to laugh out loud. Instead, he just tilted his head toward their daughter as though to say her attitude was all Caroline. She was going to so much fun as a teenager.

“Hi Daddy!” Lizzie skipped over to Klaus and jumped into his lap. He lifted her up easily and kissed the top of her head.

“Hello little love. Are you ready?” Lizzie nodded, causing her blond pigtails to bounce slightly. “Okay, go say goodbye to your mom and we can get going.” Lizzie hopped back down and walked over to Caroline, with her arms open wide. Caroline scoped Lizzie up into a big hug and held her tightly. It was always hard saying goodbye to her daughter for an entire week, even though she knew she would speak to her every day.

“I love you, Lizzie.”

“Love you too.” Lizzie let go and all but flounced over to her father, pulling him by the hand. Klaus laughed and gave Caroline a gentle wave. “Bye mommy!”

*

“We’ve all noticed it, you know.” Rebekah replied, sipping her non-alcoholic drink while looking at Caroline questioning look. Caroline was very strict about having alcohol at her daughter’s birthday parties. The rule was mainly meant for Kol who at one point, though it was a bright idea to spike a three-year old’s punch at her birthday.

“Noticed what?” Caroline asked, tearing her eyes from Lizzie who was running around with a few other girls her age. There were not a lot of children present, mainly because none of the other Mikaelson siblings had children and Lizzie did not make friends easily.

“That you and Klaus seem, friendly.”

“We have a child together. We should be friendly.”

“That never stopped you before.”

“Rebekah.” Caroline stated in warning.

“What? I’m just pointing out the obvious.” Rebekah tossed her blond curls over her shoulder, glaring at Caroline. “All I’m saying is that we all see it. Klaus no longer wants to throw something at the mention of your name and you don’t have that scowl on your face when you see him.”

“We are trying to be better for Lizzie, Rebekah. That’s all.” Caroline stated and even she didn’t believe was she was saying. “We fought all the time and even though we tried to keep it from Lizzie, she knew we didn’t get along and it hurt her. We’re trying to be better for the sole purpose of making her life easier.”

“Try saying that once more with feeling and I might believe you.” Caroline rolled her eyes. “Look, Klaus could do far worse that you in terms of a relationship. Hell, he has done far worse. Not only do we actually like you and your obsessive tendencies but you are also Lizzie’s mom and that makes you family.” Rebekah paused. “But if you tell anyone I said that I will deny it. Now, I am going to go over there and play with the puppy my brother bought my niece.”

With that Rebekah walked away and Caroline just shook her head. She glanced over to Klaus who was staring daggers at Kol, who seemed way to pleased with himself. It did not take a genius to figure out what the topic of Klaus’s rage was. She bit her lip and walked over to Klaus, hoping to calm his anger before he murdered Kol during their daughter’s seventh birthday party. Homicide could wait until after the cake at least.

“Klaus.” He turned to look at her. “If you kill him, I’ll help you bury the body but it will have to wait until after the party.”

“He bought her a puppy!” Klaus hissed, through his teeth. Neither Klaus nor Caroline were pet people. Klaus didn’t have the time and Caroline didn’t want to clean up after them. Having a child was enough for both of them. Kol, apparently had other ideas. “He didn’t run this by me and there is no way in hell you would agree to a puppy.”

“Nope.”

“But he bought her one anyway.”

“Yes. Yes, he did.”

“We can’t keep it.”

“Absolutely not.” Both Klaus and Caroline looked over to their daughter who was laughing hysterically as the small dog licked and jumped on her. Her eyes were dancing with happiness and she was smiling so widely, Caroline thought her cheeks had to hurt.

“Damn it.”

“Week on week off? Where Lizzie goes, the dog goes too?”

“Fine.” Klaus hissed out. Shooting another murderous glare at Kol, who just blew Klaus a kiss. “I may take you up on the body disposal later.” Caroline nodded but said nothing. Klaus pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes tightly. “There is something I wanted to discuss with you before Kol brought that beast to the party.”

“About what?”

“I have an art showing next weekend. I was hoping to have Lizzie there.” Caroline cocked her head at him confused. He never had Lizzie come to one of his showings before mainly because they were not exactly kid friendly. “I know it is technically your weekend, but I would offer make-up time-“

“Klaus, I’m not worried about that.” Caroline replied, waiving her hand dismissing the idea of make-up time. “It’s just, don’t you think she would be bored. I mean, you’re so busy at those things and I highly doubt that there would be other kids there, and I don’t think the artist would appreciate Lizzie ruining their art.” She could see the hurt look in Klaus’s eyes and Caroline hated herself for a moment. “But if you want her there and the artist is okay with a seven-year-old who has way too many opinions, then sure.”

“He doesn’t mind. The artist I mean.” Klaus paused. “Would you like to come?”

“What?” Caroline asked, in a very high-pitched voice.

“I mean, to bring Lizzie and you could stay if you wanted to, look at the art. Get free wine.” Caroline laughed lightly. “And I would be there. We could you know, meet there and spend time…together.” He looked at her in that bashful way that reminded her of that New Years Eve all those years ago. He seemed shy and unsure of himself-a part of Klaus that she was not really familiar with.

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t until hours later, when Lizzie had crashed from her sugar high and Caroline was trying get their new puppy into his crate-fucking Kol-that the reality hit Caroline. She had a date with Klaus. Well, kind of.

*

Caroline obsessed what to wear. She had never been to one of Klaus’s gallery openings before and was clueless on what to wear. In the week that passed since Lizzie’s birthday, Caroline tried to play it cool with him; not drawing attention to the fact that they had a date coming up. Except it wasn’t really a date but it kind of was. Part of her didn’t know if they had actually made plans for the gallery showing or if she had imagined it. When Klaus had randomly called her to confirm, it all became real.

It threw Caroline into panic mode. She called Katherine, demanding her to come over and help her get ready. Being the best friend that she was, Katherine complied. It actually surprised Caroline how well Katherine was taking the news that she had a date with Klaus. When her relationship with Elijah crashed and burned, which was all Katherine’s fault, she vowed never to have anything to do with a Mikaelson again…Lizzie excluded.

“Honey, we all knew this was coming one day.” Katherine said as she curled Caroline’s hair. “The two of you fought like cats and dogs for you not to get together at some point. Kol thought it was going to be sooner but I figured it would take you guys awhile, didn’t think seven years though.”

“Wait. You talk to Kol?”

“No. This was pre-break up but we all took bets.”

“Oh.” Caroline paused. “Wait what!?”

“You look really pretty Mommy.” Lizzie said, strolling into Caroline’s bedroom as though she owned the place. The puppy, that Lizzie promptly names Olaf because of his white hair, happily following after her. Lizzie was in a peach colored dress and had her hair tied back into a bun with ringlet framing her face. She was very excited for this evening because it meant she got to dress up in a pretty dress.

“Thank Sweetie. You look very pretty too.”

“I know.” Lizzie replied and jumped on Caroline’s bed after helping Olaf up on it. Katherine snorted at the little girl and shook her head. Caroline didn’t even bother correcting her for there was no use at this point.

“Got to admire the kid’s confidence, I’ll admit to that.” Caroline rolled her eyes. No matter how hard she tried, Lizzie was always going to be something of a diva. “I wonder who she got that from?”

“Me.”

“I was going to say Klaus.” Caroline gave Katherine a menacing look, refraining from sticking out her tongue at her best friend. She had to at least try and set a good example for Lizzie. “There you go. All done.” Caroline stood up and admired herself in her full-length mirror. She was wearing a light blue cocktail dress that pinned had her shoulder with a silver clasp while the other shoulder was completely bare. She wore silver stilettos that matched the clasp and her hair was pinned back lightly on one side with the rest hung down in waves. Her make-up was light and natural and she wore only a silver bracelet on her wrist. It was a gift Klaus had given her the day she gave birth to Lizzie. It was the first and last gift he had ever given her.

“You always did look good in blue.” Katherine said, admiring her handiwork. “Now the question becomes, what are you wearing underneath it?” “Katherine! Stop it. We’re so not going there.”

“Denial however, does not look good on you.”

The drive to the gallery did not take long and a part of her wished it did. The closer she got to the gallery, the faster her heart began to pound. She kept thinking back on Katherine’s words and how everyone expected them to end up together one way or another. In truth, the last several months Caroline found herself softening to Klaus. She couldn’t explain what happened but she couldn’t help but miss him when he wasn’t around. Then there was the obvious fact that she was attracted to him. That had never changed and she vividly remembered what he was like in bed.

She would never admit it aloud but that memory had fueled some of her wildest daydreams.

“Are we getting out of the car Mommy?” Lizzie asked impatiently. Caroline shook herself and nodded. She didn’t realize that they had been sitting in the parking lot for several minutes while Caroline worked up the courage to go inside. She stepped out and unbuckled Lizzie from her booster seat. Lizzie all but ran towards the door that had people spilling into it. Caroline caught up with her daughter as quickly as she good in stilettos and grabbed her wrist.

“What have I told you about running off in a parking lot without me?”

“Sorry Mommy.” Caroline just nodded and headed toward the entryway. The gallery was packed. She was not sure what she expected. She knew Klaus’s business was successful, given the fact that he had money to throw around, but she never expected this popularity. She looked around, not knowing where to turn first.

“Caroline.” She turned when she heard Klaus’s voice. He came strolling towards her and her breath caught in her throat. He was wearing black slacks, a white button-down dress shirt and a suit jacket that had to be professionally tailored. He looked good and well put together that Caroline couldn’t help but flash back to the night they met. When he reached them, Klaus leaned in and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Thank you for coming. You look beautiful.”

“Of course, and thank you.”

“What about me Daddy?” Lizzie chimed in, not used to being ignored by her father. Klaus smiled widely and knelt down to his daughter. He pulled her to him and hugged her closely.

“I’m sorry little love. I didn’t recognize you for a second. All I saw was a young lady who was too grown up to be my daughter.” Lizzie giggled and threw her head back. “Don’t be silly! It’s just me.” Klaus went in and started pressing kisses all over her face, causing Lizzie to laugh even louder. Caroline could see the curious stares but it didn’t seem to be bothering to many people. Besides, this was Klaus’s place of business and if he felt comfortable enough for such displays of affection for his daughter, Caroline was not going to stop him.

“My man Klaus Mikaelson!” Caroline’s eyes turned to a tall dark man walking their way. He was impeccably dressed with a fedora on top of his head, giving him an eccentric look. He had a wide smile with impossibly white teeth. Klaus stood and greeted the man with a pat on the back. “You have out done yourself this time. I am impressed. I already have a few pieces that I am interested in buying.”

“Thank you. Your business is very much appreciated.” Klaus smiled at the man and Caroline could tell the two had a friendly relationship. “Come, there is someone I would like you to meet. Caroline, this is Marcel Gerard. He is an art collector from New Orleans. Marcel, this is Caroline.”

“A pleasure to finally put a name with such a beautiful face.” Before Caroline could reply, or unpack such a statement, Klaus narrowed his eyes at Marcel.

“Marcel. Behave.” Klaus uttered in warning. The other man just laughed and patted Klaus’s shoulder, showing that he meant no harm. Lizzie pulled on Klaus’s sleeve, not wanting to be forgotten. “And this beautiful lady is our daughter, Lizzie.” Marcel bent down to be at eye level with Lizzie, who beamed at him, appreciating the gesture.

“Well, I’ve heard many great things about you.”

“I know. My dad never stops talking about me.” Marcel just laughed at the reply and stood, shaking his head at Klaus. People sometimes blanched at Lizzie’s bluntness and confidence that Caroline found it amusing how some people reacted. While Lizzie was a loving child who cared deeply when others were hurting, she also demanded the room when she was in it.

“Well she is most certainly your child Klaus.” Marcel replied has he stood. Klaus just nodded and looked down fondly at his daughter. There was that soft smile that graced his lips whenever he looked at his daughter. Marcel turned to Caroline. “I hope you don’t mind if I steal Klaus for a minute? I’ll promise to have him back in one piece after a few minutes.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll only be a little bit. Okay? Take a look around and I’ll find you.” Caroline nodded and watched Klaus walk off with Marcel, the two clearly discussing business.

“Can I go over their Mommy? It’s Auntie Bex and Uncle Elijah.” Lizzie asked and Caroline turned to see both Rebekah and Elijah in deep conversation. She was surprised to see them at the gallery, for she did not realize that they came to Klaus’s showings. The Mikaelson siblings were always supportive of one another but to come to a random showing? She had to admire their loyalty.

“Sure, but make sure you stay in one of our sights at all times.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Caroline replied and watched as her daughter walked over to Elijah. She tugged on her uncle’s sleeve and Elijah smiled when he saw who was interrupting his conversation. Elijah bent down and hugged the little girl before Rebekah engulfed her into a hug herself. Elijah turned and smiled at Caroline, letting her know that he would watch Lizzie until she wanted to go back to her parents. She gave him a small wave and started weaving through the crowd.

She viewed the paintings and couldn’t help but notice something familiar about them. Some were bright, full of light and just had a feeling of warmth. Then there were others that were dark and have a hint of loneliness behind it. The artist clearly had a wide range of emotions and Caroline couldn’t help but connect with the art.

She rounded a slight corner and saw a collection that was roped off slightly. There was a plaque that had a description on it but it was the subject of the paintings. There were at least six paintings of a face she knew well; a face she loved more than her own self.

Lizzie.

Each painting had such love put into it that Caroline didn’t know if she could breath. There were paintings of Lizzie smiling, laughing and running. There was a painting of her in a tutu, dancing during her first ballet class. There was a painting of her sleeping with that blasted pink unicorn clutched to her chest. Each and every painting had bright colors, love and such devotion that Caroline could not question the love the artist felt for her daughter.

Then there was a painted in the center of them all. This was the only one that Lizzie shared the spotlight in. Lizzie was smiling widely and laughing, a tiara perched on her head. She was looking up to the other person in the painting. Caroline. The detail on her own appearance in the artwork was astounding, it did not just mirror Caroline, but the emotion that was written on her face echoed every moment her heart burst at the mere sight of her daughter. The artist had to of spent a good amount of time gazing at Caroline to be able to capture such an emotion perfectly.

Suddenly, it all made sense to Caroline.

This wasn’t some random art show for some random artist trying to get his big break. Why she saw both Rebekah and Elijah there-and was willing to bet Kol was lurking somewhere in the crowed. It made sense why Klaus would want Lizzie there. Why he wanted her there.

This was Klaus’ art show. He was showing his pieces to the world for the first time.

Overwhelmed, Caroline looked down and read the plaque that described the collection.

Little Love By: N. Mikaelson Collection not for sale.

“I had hoped that I would be the one to show you these.” Caroline turned around, to see Klaus standing before her. He looked bashful and vulnerable. He stepped forward and ran his thumb over her cheek, wiping away the tears that she had not realized where falling. “Please know that I would never sell a painting of our daughter to some stranger but I had to show them.”

“Klaus. They are…I don’t know what to say.” Caroline looked back at the paintings. Each and every time she looked at them it was like watching Klaus hold their daughter for the first time all over again. That love a father can only have for his daughter was etched onto each and every canvas. “That painting of her and I…when?”

“I’ve seen you give her that look a thousand times Caroline. Even when we were not on the best of terms, no one could deny that you loved her.” A new wave of tears flooded down her cheeks. “I’ll admit that, that particular painting is newer but the sentiment remains the same.”

“Mommy! Daddy! I’m famous!” Lizzie’s voice chimed in as she came running towards them, a brochure waiving in the air. She shoved the paper into Caroline’s hand and pointed to a listing of the paintings and collections. At the very bottom, under the listing of Little Love there was a painting simply named A Mother’s Love. “There is a set named after me! Little Love! That’s me!”

“That’s right you are!” Klaus teased Lizzie but the little girl wasn’t looking at her father. Instead she was staring up at Caroline with a worried look on her face. She stepped forward and hugged Caroline around the waist.

“Why are you sad Mommy?” Lizzie asked and Caroline realized that she still was crying. Caroline bent down to be at eye level with her daughter.

“I’m not sad honey. I’m happy.” Caroline’s eyes glanced up at Klaus and she could see that he was taken aback. Slowly, a smile spread across his face and the dimples Caroline adored popped out. “I’m very, very happy.”

“So happy tears?”

“Yeah. Happy tears.”

“Okay!” Lizzie turned from her mother, satisfied that she was perfectly fine and turned to her father. “Can I see the pictures now!”

“Of course, little love.” Klaus reached out and lifted Lizzie into his arms. He picked her up easily and began pointing out each painting to her in detail, describing the moment he was trying to capture when he painted them. Caroline just stood there, watching them with that familiar flutter in her stomach, and she knew.

Before her stood the man, she had vowed to hate for all eternity. The man who she joked with Katherine, out of earshot of Lizzie, that was her enemy.

She was in love with him.

*

In the few short weeks that followed, Caroline did not know how to act. Something had changed between Klaus and Caroline. She examined every inch of her feelings and went over every possibility of when they changed from her hating him to falling completely in love with him. She had no answers to that question, only that she was somewhere in the middle before she knew what she was feeling.

Caroline’s birthday fell on a random Tuesday in October. It was Klaus’s week to have Lizzie but offered to let Caroline have her instead. She shook her head, stating that she would do something with Lizzie the upcoming Saturday instead. However, Caroline did take off work, using her birthday as an excuse, but in all reality, it was to obsess over if she should tell Klaus how she felt.

What if he didn’t feel the same? What if he did? There were so many things to consider and the biggest one would be Lizzie. What if he did feel the same and they began to build something between them? What if Lizzie gets comfortable with them being together and then they break up? Could she put her daughter through that?

All those thoughts ran through her head as she heard a knock on her front door. Caroline pulled herself from her sofa and went over to answer the door. Behind it was a delivery man and Caroline creased her eyebrows. She hadn’t ordered anything but the delivery man held out a slip for her to sign. She could see a large package behind him and she was curious as to its contents. Caroline signed the slip and took the package inside. It was lighter than she was expecting, given its size. Carefully, she tore the brown packaging paper to revel a canvas.

It was the painting of herself and Lizzie from Klaus’s art show. Caroline lowered herself to the ground in order to look at the painting face on. Being so up close and personal to it was different from viewing it at the gallery. It was just as beautiful but she could see each stroke of the brush and effort put into both herself and Lizzie’s appearance. After what seemed to be forever, Caroline slowly stood and picked up the painting. A small card slipped out from the back and landed on the floor. She careful leaned the painting against the wall, unsure where she was going to put it yet, and bent down to pick up the card.

Happy Birthday, Caroline. Klaus.

It was as though a damn broke through her emotion and Caroline’s decision was made. She quickly slipped on a pair of boots, grabbed a coat and dashed out to her car. She drove through the busy streets of Richmond and pulled into the parking lot of Klaus’s apartment complex. She knew he would be home, or at least she hoped. Due to their prior conversations, Klaus had told her that he typically only worked the mornings at the gallery during his week with Lizzie.

She pulled into an empty spot and all but ran to the front door of the apartment building. She knew it would be locked, for only tenants could get in without a key. She looked for the bell of Klaus’s apartment and rang it. She prayed that he was home.

“Hello?” Klaus’s voice sounded through the speaker and Caroline let out the breath she had been holding.

“Klaus? It’s Caroline. Can I come up?”

“Yeah. Sure.” She could tell that he sounded confused at the fact that she was there. After a second, Caroline heard the click of the lock and that the door to the building was open. She made her way inside and headed towards Klaus’s apartment. Once she reached it, the door was already open and Klaus was leaning against its frame with his arms crossed. Caroline brushed past him and stepped inside.

She had not been in his apartment since the night that Lizzie was conceived. It still had the large windows and brick walls along the far wall. The building used to be an old factory during the Civil War that was reconstructed into apartments. She could see his artwork on the walls but pictures of Lizzie and his family also decorated the walls. She could see toys that clearly belonged to his daughter on the floor and her one coat hanging off a chair. Olaf ran over to her quickly, his bushy white tale wagging widely. Caroline bent down to put him and rub his belly, knowing that he would not leave her to speak with Klaus until he received some sort of attention.

“Thank you.” She whispered, as she stroked Olaf. “For the painting. Thank you.”

“It’s your birthday. There is no need to thank me.” Klaus shrugged. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say. She looked down at her hands, a question burning at her lips to be formed.

“What changed? Between us?” Klaus just looked at her in confusion but there was an understanding behind his eyes. “Months ago, you and I couldn’t be in the same room without it derailing into an argument. Now you’re sending me paintings and we talk every day and…. you’ve become one of the most important people in my life. What changed?”

“I fucked up.” Klaus replied simply and Caroline blanched. Out of everything, that was not the response she was expecting. “When I first learned you were pregnant. I reacted badly.”

“Understatement of the century.” Caroline replied and Klaus just smirked and nodded.

“I didn’t want to believe you. That night we spent together was…amazing. When you called me, I thought you were reaching to, I don’t know. Maybe grab dinner? See where things went between us? Maybe just to go another round?” Caroline snorted at that. “I wasn’t ready to be a dad and I took it out on you. I said horrible things and did horrible things.”

“Yes. You did.” Caroline replied. “But you weren’t the only one the blame Klaus. I held onto that hurt and anger for a long time. I tried so hard to hang onto all awful things you’ve done, forgetting that everyone deserves a second chance.”

“I know and I deserved all that anger. I know that Caroline.” Klaus admitted. “When Lizzie was born, it really changed everything for me. I loved her instantly and I knew that you would always be apart of my life. I wanted to do better and be better for Lizzie’s sake. I bought you that bracelet as a peace offering, hoping that we could start over. Maybe actually get to know one another and maybe…I don’t…see where things went.”

“But I was so angry at you.” Caroline felt her heart drop. If she had just been nicer to him in those beginning days when Lizzie was born, maybe things would be different. She knew he wasn’t innocent and that their relationship took a two-way street but he had tried. She didn’t. “And eventually, you gave up.”

“Rather quickly actually. Then things just fell back to how they were when you where pregnant and it was just…easier I guess.”

“Then what changed?”

“Remember, that night at the hospital, when Lizzie had that ear infection.” Caroline nodded, remembered how much that high Lizzie’s fever had been and how it had worried her.

“You told me that you knew I was a good dad and that at the end of the day, you knew I would always be there for Lizzie. To be honest with you Caroline, I had assumed that you thought I was the worst dad in the world and that if it wasn’t for the court order, I would never see Lizzie.”

“What?!” Caroline was actually shocked. She knew that their relationship was bad but she never thought Klaus felt as though she would keep Lizzie from him. “I would never, ever keep Lizzie from you. Yes. I didn’t always agree with your choices and I sure as hell know you didn’t always agree with mine but you’re her father Klaus. She loves you and no matter what happens between us, no matter what this” Caroline pointed between them, “is, you would always have an open door to her.”

“I know that now. It was a hard realization but that night, sitting in the middle of an emergency hospital room, I realized that we could do better. We actually talked that night and well, I just wanted more.” Klaus said and gave her a small smile. “Then, over time I got to know you. You became so much more than just the mother of my daughter. You became Caroline and you made me question everything.”

“Yeah. You became more than the narcissistic asshole that knocked me up.” Klaus snorted at that, wondering how many times she had called him that over the years. It was her go too insults for him.

“So, what is this?” He replied, pointing between them, mimicking the motion she made moments before. “Why did you really come here today? It wasn’t because of the painting.”

“Because…” Caroline’s thoughts were jumping back and forth. Did she confess how she felt for him, taking that giant leap that could leave her crashing and burning? Or did she keep the good thing they had going but know that it would hurt her to watch him eventually move on with his life, only keeping her as a friend? “Fuck it.”

With that, Caroline marched forward and slammed her lips to Klaus’s. He was shocked at first but once he realized that this was for real, Klaus pulled Caroline to him and put everything he had into that kiss. Caroline weaved her things through his blond curls and arched her back, pressing her chest as closely to him as she could. Klaus bit down lightly on her lip when the kiss broke apart. Their eyes locked for a moment and she could see Klaus searching for answers.

“Caroline?”

“I came here because I want this. I want you and me and Lizzie. I want joint parent teacher conferences and family dinners. I want to curl up on the couch with you after Lizzie goes to bed. I want to come to your gallery openings and for you to smirk at my articles, making snide comments when you disagree with something. I want to make love to you at night and share those stupid secret smiles couples have when they share something.” Caroline rambled on and Klaus just let her, a wide goofy smile on his lips. “I want to be a family Klaus. With you. Because I love you.”

Klaus crashed his lips to Caroline’s again. It was bruising and passionate. Caroline wrapped her arms around his shoulders and opened her lips to allow for Klaus’s tongue entrance. She felt herself go weak at the taste of him, remembering exactly what that tongue was capable of. Klaus’s hands were roaming all over her body, feeling every curve his hands could grip.

Caroline pushed his Henley upward until Klaus was forced to end their kiss in order to pull it over his head. As quickly as he tossed it aside, his lips where back onto her. Caroline touched his chest, her nails dragging down the length of his abs, while Klaus’s hands gripped her hips, bringing her as close to him as possible.

“Bedroom. Now.” Caroline whispered. She didn’t care if it was mid-afternoon; it was her birthday after all. Klaus laced their fingers together and quickly was dragging her down the hall towards his bedroom. Once inside, Caroline stopped him at the end of the bed and gently pushed him down upon it. He simply cocked his eyebrow at her in question. Caroline smirked before she straddled him. “Shh. Just relax.”

She leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips before placing a kiss on the base of his neck. She nipped and sucked his pulse for a moment, knowing that she would leave a mark. Klaus hissed when she bit just slightly too hard, but he didn’t tell her to stop. She began to move her lips downward, her tongue peaking out to lick and suck on his skin. She used her teeth to nip at his nipples while one of her hands scratched the other one.

As she made her way down his chest and stomach, Caroline’s eyes peaked upward. Klaus was staring down at her, his eyes filled with desire, causing her panties to become painfully wet. She kissed the skin that was just above the waist of his pants while her hands worked on undoing his belt. Once the buckle was undone, Caroline pulled the zipper down and roughly yanked his pants down his hips. Klaus lifted up slightly and made her job slightly easier. Once his pants were down around his ankles, Caroline eyed his penis. She remembered vividly what that felt like to be inside her. She leaned down, kissed the side of his thighs teasingly.

“Caroline.” Klaus hissed out her name, his erection straining painfully. She smirked evilly before leaning in and kissed the tip of his penis, once…. twice…three times before engulfing him fully; her tongue swirling around the length of him. “Jesus Fuck. Just like that.”

Klaus threw his head back and Caroline could see his eyes fluttering shut. His one hand reached down and gripped her blonde hair, massaging her head as she bobbed up and down. Caroline reached up and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her hands as he muttered incoherent words. She could tell that he was close to finding his release and Caroline added a slight bit more pressure…just enough for-

“Daddy! I’m home!”

Caroline shot up as though she had been shocked, topping from the bed as she went. Landing on her back, Caroline covered her face with her hands, praying that her daughter didn’t come any closer to Klaus’s bedroom. Klaus jumped from the bed and ran over to his pants, pulling them on quickly.

“I’ll be out in a second Lizzie! Shit. Shit. Shit.” Klaus zipped up his pants and buckled the belt. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” He held out his hand to Caroline, helping her up from the floor. Her face was still bright red with embarrassment. This has never happened to her before. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I cannot believe forgot that she would be coming home soon.”

“Well we were kind of distracted.” Klaus replied, with a smirk. He leaned and kissed her gently. It was different from the kisses they shared earlier. This one was soft, warm and full of promise. “Get cleaned up and stay for dinner. Spend the evening with Lizzie and I, she would love that and then later we can-“

“Talk?”

“I was going to say pick up where we left off but sure.”

“Or we could do both.”

“Both sounds good.” Caroline smiled cheekily at him and gave him another peck. It was quick because they both knew if they dawdled any longer, Lizzie would come looking for him and would have many questions as to, not only why her mother was there but why was she in his bedroom of all places. Klaus moved towards his bedroom door and looked back at her. “And for the record Caroline, I love you too.”

[theangelwithashotgun8]

Back at it again with FAHC BS

Kind of a continuation to this and it got long as hell again because yenno what that’s just how I roll

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Ryan and Gavin are absolutely dating. Or, at the very least, they are banging on the regular and feelings may or may not be developing.

That’s what Jeremy thinks.

They have a special bond. They can talk without opening their mouths and they both laugh at the same twisted things. Jeremy isn’t idiot, knows that behind those goofy glasses and blinding smile, Gavin is just as fucked up as the rest of them, if not more so. He’s seen the man rip organs out of screaming victims, has watched him set police officers ablaze with a smile, had crowed with glee over the pickled brain Ryan had given him for his birthday (after gagging at the sight of it for a few minutes).

Jeremy knows that the Vagabond is gentle with Gavin in a way he isn’t quite with the rest of them. He’s seen it go both ways, sees how enthusiastic Gavin is to go along with Ryan’s more… Vicious ideas. How excited he is to tag along for capture and torture missions, how he goes for Ryan when Michael isn’t around, how whenever he goes to the store for a grocery run he makes a point to buy another case of diet coke for Ryan. He is always invading Ryan’s space, and the older man never seems to mind.

He first realized they were probably together, or at least strong in like, when a heist went wrong. A bystander at the bank had screamed unexpectedly at the sight of a spider and Michael had jumped in surprise. The explosive he’d been setting had gone off before he was ready. He was injured, he’d recover fine according to Caleb, but he’s not home and they’re all rattled.

Gavin, Michael’s literal platonic soulmate, is shaking and he’s biting his lip so much Jeremy is surprised it’s not bleeding. Geoff and Jack are huddled in the kitchen, speaking in low and worried tones. They’re worried about Michael, of course they are, but also for what this loss of revenue means. They’ll need to plan a new heist, a bigger one to hopefully make up what they lost with this one. So it’s just Jeremy, Ryan, and Gavin left in the living room.

Finally, when the shaking is so bad Gavin can no longer keep a steady grip on his cup of water, Ryan claps a hand on Gavin’s arm, “Let’s go for a drive.”

And Gavin agrees.

They come home and Gavin’s hair and clothes are disheveled, but he’s smiling again and Jeremy finds it easier to breathe.

A month later, when Michael is back on his feet and causing mayhem again, he brings it up. It’s a cool night, with the lights of Los Santos twinkling below them. It’s just the two of them out on Geoff’s balcony, breathing in the peace and quiet. Gavin rears back at his inquiry, looking green around the gills at the very thought.

“Lil J, I’m not dating Ryan.”

“Well if you aren’t then you should. You’re obviously nuts about each other.”

“No. We’re not.”

And he takes Jeremy into his room, the first time he’s ever been there, and it’s nothing like Jeremy thought it would be. The bed is neatly made, with a normal dark blue comforter and matching pillows. The walls are bare save for a collage of photos pinned above the bed. He gestures to it and Jeremy sees strips from a photo booth of Gavin with the OG lads, smushed together and younger than Jeremy has ever seen them. There’s a few polaroids of Geoff and Gavin in a fishing boat, surrounded by beer bottles and screaming at a cod fish in their laps. There are glossy, newer, photos of Jack and Gavin posed outside of various vehicles, arms around each other and smiling. He’s notices that there are a few of him, all candid when he’s doing stupid shit or when he’s gazing off into the distance with the light hitting him at just the right angle.

In the center of it all is an old, faded, photo of a younger Ryan and a pre-teen Gavin. Ryan’s hair is long, swept up into a ponytail, and his face is free of paint. He is young, so young, and on his back Gavin snoozes, face buried in his hair. There’s another one of Gavin, in full cap and gown, sitting on Ryan’s shoulder. There’s one from Halloween of a beaming, teenaged, Gavin dressed up as a caterpillar with a black eye and a lap full of candy next to Ryan who has his head in his hands. There’s a photo of Ryan, bare faced again, at the kitchen counter with Gavin next to him-face covered in spaghetti sauce. Gavin looks 7, if the monster truck T-Shirt and baby face is anything to go by. Ryan looks at Gavin with a familiar fondness in his eyes, one he thought was romantic but is something else entirely, now that he’s looking at this collage of affection.

“Geoff and Jack love me. But… It wasn’t easy. Raising me an’ all that.” Gavin says, voice equal parts serious and fond, “I used to get threats all the time. Geoff brought on Ryan as a bodyguard when I was young. He’s literally watched me grow up, that’s why we’re so close. Even when I learned to take care of myself, even when I joined the crew on my own, Ryan kept looking out for me. When he looks at me he still sees that scrawny little kid.”

He lifts up his glasses and Jeremy looks into those hazel eyes he doesn’t see enough. 90% of the time it’s damn near impossible to tell whether Gavin is bullshitting him or not, his mask is too perfect, his act too ironclad, but his eyes give him away too much. It’s why he wears those glasses.

It’s as much a mask as Ryan’s.

Looking now, he can see how these are just things Gavin has picked up from a lifetime with the Vagabond, traits and skills he inherited from the man who helped to raise him.

“Oh.” Is what he says, because it’s all he can think to say, because Gavin is staring at him and Jeremy can see no lie.

He is not in love with Ryan, can never imagine himself feeling that way.

The glasses come back down and Gavin smirks, “No need for jealousy Lil J. Ryan’s definitely not the one I’m after.”

And he walks out of his own room, leaving Jeremy behind, struggling to remember how to breathe.

[xx-sikki-nixx-xx]

NSFW A-Z Slash

Requested by my best bitch @eatmyshiftsticky

Aftercare(what they’re like after sex)

Slash gets so caught up in the moment during sex that when he comes down from his high and realised how rough he was with you he’s instantly by your side pampering you because he doesn’t mean to be so agressive but he can’t help it so aftercare is a must for him to sort of apologise for getting ahead of himself.

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

As a guitarist Slash’s favorite part of his body is his hands because without them he wouldn’t be able to live out his passion simple as that, but on your body he can’t choose a favorite part, he loves all of you and makes a point of worshiping you like the goddess he sees you as. making sure that whenever you two are being intimate to kiss every part of your body giving equal attention to all of you.

 Cum (anything to do with cum…basically I’m a disgusting person)

Slash cums alot… (sorry to be so blunt) but he’s got a lot so whenever he cums he likes it to be in your mouth because you’re a good girl and swallow therefore removing the mess that would occur if he were to cum somewhere else.

Dirty secret  (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Slash is a dirty bastard but he doesn’t have any secrets. He is an open book and will openly tell anyone about his sex life if they ask, he’ll go into great detail about his favorite positions, kinks and so on and so forth. 

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

C’mon is this really even a question??? We all know that as a rockstar Slash has had his fair share of experience… he doesn’t remember most of it but trust me when I say that boy knows what he’s doing ok just trust me.

Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Slash likes cowgirl, he likes to see you on top of him so he can admire your body and enjoy your facial expressions and he likes being able to get a perfect view of how your body convulses when you orgasam, it gives him a sense of pride seeing what he does to his girl and he gets off on it.

 Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

As I’ve already said Slash gets very engaged in sex sort of forgetting who he is and whats happening around him souly focused on the exchanges between you and him so I guess you could say he’s serious but not in an uptight or awkward way he’s just focused because sex to him is like playing guitar, he wants it to be perfect and he wants to be the best at it so he gets lost in the zone.

 Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

I think we can all agree that Slash has a big of a forest down there (I’ve seen pictures) but it was sort of expected when you look at his hair and yes the carpet matches the drapes in colour and consistency because our boy Slash is all natural. 

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Slash isn’t the romantic type… usually because he’s drunk. Even if he loves you dearly sex isn’t an affectionate time for him, he’ll be affectionate in normal life but sex for him is about releasing an animalistic lust that he needs to satisfy so the romantic side of sex with Slash is the foreplay and aftercare. 

 Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Slash doesn’t really need to masturbate because you are usually around to satisfy that need and even when you aren’t he’s trained himself to be patient and hold back until he can get hold of you but the longer he has to wait the rougher the sex will be so keep that in mind. 

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s a kinky fucker lets not deny it, I could see him busting out the ropes, whips, blindfolds and gags if you two had a night to yourselves, it’s a rare occasion to get especially kinky with Slash because he usually doesn’t have the time being a rockstar and all but when he does you both get really into it and have a good time.

Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Slash doesn’t like to show you off when you’re having sex because you’re his and he doesn’t like the idea of other people getting to see you like that because it’s his view after all he’s the one making you feel good. But he will for sure fuck you all over your appartment when you two have a lazy day like imagine spending a quiet cloudy sunday getting fucked on every piece of furnature you own over and over again.

 Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Slash is a tease and loves to have you on your knees begging for him to fuck you, it really gets him going knowing how much you need him to make you feel good and after a fair amount of begging he’ll always give you what you need. Another big motivation for Slash is jealousy, for instance if Axl was showing extra attention to you one day he’d drag you away from the group and merselessly fuck you making sure to vividly mark you so that everyone knows who you belong to.

 NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Slash would never, I repeat NEVER share you. That’s an absolute no for him he could never share you with someone else, when it’s casual sex with groupies Slash is fine with sharing but with you that’s off limits because he gets very protective and jealous so he couldn’t share you with someone else because he’d eventually get angry and fuck everything up so he makes sure to keep you to himself.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to give and receive when it comes to oral, he always has you sit on his face because he thinks he can get the best angles the best way and ultimately give you the best time. He also loves to skullfuck you (lol) he gets a high from the power of having his hands in your hair steering you as you pleasure him, it’s 100% a control thing for him.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough is Slash’s middle name he doesn’t so slow and sensual, he tried once but he just ended up getting frustrated because to be honest he’s like a wild animal in bed and he can’t cage it even if he really wants to (which he usually doesn’t).

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Slash doesn’t do quickies, if he needs to cum fast he just goes for a blowjob because for Saul Hudson sex is an event, not something you can do in 20 minutes or so it’s a multiple round event that lasts hours and thats just the way it is… not that you’re complaining 

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yeah he’s pretty open to experimentation, basically Slash will try anything that you wanna try because you let him be rough and agressive with you so if there’s something you think will make sex more enjoyable for you and that you’d like to try he’s open to it. 

 Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go for a long ass time, one round can go for two hours and in a night Slash likes to fit in at least 5 rounds so that you are both thoroughly satisfied and exhausted, that’s exactly the reason quickies don’t work with Slash because he lasts for such a long time you couldn’t both reach your finish in a short amount of time.

 Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Slash is a big fan of BDSM as previously mentioned he’s got a fun selection of ropes, whips, handcuffs, gags, blindfolds and much more that he’ll get out if you are feeling extra adventurous one night and Slash doesn’t mess around with BDSM he goes all out stringing you up like some kind of roast chicken. 

Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He’s such a fucking tease, it gets him off getting a rise out of you so any chance he can get he’ll push you, for instance maybe at a bar he’ll finger you under the table and watch you desperately try to keep a straight face and maintain conversation with the other guys and you clentch around his hand helplessly.

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Slash is quite a quiet lover but when he gets into a rhythm of deep thrusts he’ll let out a low grunt with every thrust of his hips almost as he’s keeping pace like some kind of beautiful song.  

Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Slash likes to put it in your ass (I dunno how you feel about that) he’d never make you do it if you didn’t want to but he loves the idea because he loves your ass because he thinks it’s the perfect size and shape so he’s intrigued by the concept of anal.

X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

To be blunt (again) Slash has a big cock, he’s half black and I can say he definitely inherited the perks of that if you get what I’m saying so he’s always careful when initially putting it in as to not hurt you but sometimes he forgets as he gets caught up in the moment.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?

He’s got quite a high sex drive, not as high as someone like Axl but he defenately does like to fuck and you like to fuck as well so it works quite well in that sence. 

ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

As I said at the start Slash gets very involved in after care, running you a bath and massaging your back making you feel pampered and loved so no matter how tired he is sleep is the last thing on his mind until he knows you’re comfortable, warm, happy and asleep.

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Supernova

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Title: Supernova

Prompt: trick-or-treat

Warnings: none, as far as I can tell

Pairing: Pre-romantic Analogical, sibling Prinxiety, sibling Logicality

Words: 3,508 (this got away from me.)

@sanderssidescelebrations​ Here we are, day three already! We’re all suffering but I wrote fluff because it just be that way sometimes. Enjoy!

Virgil didn’t exactly have ‘friends’. He didn’t care particularly about it, didn’t really think he needed them to be happy when he had his ten year old brother and his dad. That being said, he had definitely been planning on watching horror movies the whole night and into the next morning in honor of the best holiday ever: Halloween. He even had his favorites already set up (Nightmare Before Christmas, The Corpse Bride, and Coraline among others.) Besides all that, he was sixteen and didn’t feel like being the kid who got yelled at by the neighbors because he was ‘too old’ to go trick-or-treating. So he had planned to watch movies until he passed out and probably be scared to go in the bathroom for a month after.

But plans change, and often with very little warning.

Dad had been so sick that morning that he hadn’t even gone to work. So sick, in fact, that he had asked Virgil to take Roman to school for him because he didn’t think he should be driving with the migraine he had. And of course Virgil had done it, hadn’t even questioned it. He had picked up other chores once he got home, too, so that Dad wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Though he played the part of the uncaring, leather-jacket-and-dark-sunglasses badass to the outside world, things were different in their little bubble. Virgil knew his Dad was just as prone to over-thinking and incessant worry as he was. (It had to come from somewhere, right?)

But he hadn’t even thought about trick-or-treating. Their Dad loved taking them, loved getting dressed up and taking an obnoxious amount of pictures just as much as Roman loved showing off his costumes and Virgil had loved getting candy. So when Dad asked him to do it last minute, practically begging, voice hoarse and eyes barely open, Virgil had just shoved a cup of tea into his hands, kissed his movies goodbye, and got dressed.

And that’s how now, at five fifty-nine p.m., one minute before Halloween was officially underway, Virgil was standing in front of the house in a Jack Skellington costume he’d outgrown two years ago next to Roman, dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow. They both smiled as Dad took pictures, and Virgil tried not to wince in sympathy when Dad started to look too unsteady on his feet.

“Alright, boys. Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t let you do.” He ruffled Roman’s hair and pulled Virgil into a hug. “Thank you for taking him out, Virge. It means a lot,” Dad whispered, voice devoid of his regular smart-ass tone both of his sons had inherited. “And you did really good on Roman’s make-up.”

“Course,” Virgil said. He pulled away and snagged Roman’s hand. “What time do we have to be back by?”

“It ends at eight, so no later than eight thirty.” He pushed his sunglasses up on his head and gave them both a piercing, undoubtedly painful stare. Virgil nodded and Roman pouted. “Good. I love you two. Now get out of here.” Roman darted in for one last hug and then took off down the street. Virgil trailed him, holding both their pillowcases. Dad had said Virgil should do it too and to hell with anyone who complained about it, but was it really worth ruining Roman’s Halloween to cause a scene with some cranky old lady? Virgil figured it wasn’t.

There was already a stream of kids heading up to the first house, and it was looking like some of them had started early. Some other chaperones stood on the sidewalk by Virgil as he passed Roman his bag and let him head up to the door. Roman blended seamlessly into the hoard and Virgil sighed. It made him anxious that he couldn’t see Roman when he was supposed to be watching him, though he knew Roman wouldn’t run off without him. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t worry about it.

Some of the other parents held spare bags in their hands, and Virgil looked contemplatively at them. Why did they have extra bags? What was the point of that?

“Virge! Look! I got a bunch of Hershey kisses!” Roman didn’t even pause long enough to let Virgil see, just grabbed his hand and went for the next house. He babbled about the other kids costumes and how cool some of them were and must have waved at a minimum of twelve other kids by the time he waltzed up to the next house.

Virgil tried not to look like he was moping, but he must have been doing a pretty bad job because someone came up and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around, an apology on his lips, and stopped dead. Standing behind him was the one person at school that Virgil actively regretted that he didn’t talk to: Logan Abbott. He was brash and loud and always fought back against unfair rules and had pretty much every quality Virgil valued in a person. He also managed to make a tie look hot, and it was entirely possible that Virgil wanted to do more than talk to Logan. Though he was always wearing professional clothing at school, he was currently wearing a white lab coat and had all sorts of medical props hanging off it. He was about three inches shorter than Virgil normally, but he must have been wearing platform shoes of some kind because right now Virgil was definitely looking up to see his eyes.

��Salutations, Virgil,” he said. Virgil nodded mutely, just staring. How was he supposed to talk to a person he liked as a person? “Are you trick-or-treating or have you come out on the request of your parents?”

“I came out years ago,” Virgil said, and yeah it was true but why say it. Oh, god, Virgil was absolutely too gay to deal with this. He couldn’t have his first one-on-one interaction with Logan him just being gay, oh god, what if Logan was weirded out by that? Virgil really just needed to quit while he was behind.

“I as well,” Logan said, smirking slightly and why couldn’t he just say ‘me too’ like a normal person? What was with this ‘I as well’ bullshit like he was smart, he needed to stop being smart because Virgil definitely might do something stupid if he kept doing it. “Though I meant to ask if you are watching a sibling.”

Wait. ‘I as well’ meant Logan was gay-er, well, probably meant Logan was gay and Virgil was gay as fuck so maybe-

“Uh, yeah. My brother’s only ten, can’t go by himself yet.” If Virgil could hold onto his language processing skills, maybe this wouldn’t be a total disaster. And stop thinking about being gay with Logan, though that was another matter altogether.

“My brother’s ten, too,” Logan said. “I have to take him because our parents tend to work through dinner.” They lapsed into silence, and Virgil really had to wonder what was taking Roman so long. If he hurried up, there was a slight possibility that Virgil could make it out of this without being too weird.

“Virgil!” Roman cried right on que, barreling into Virgil’s legs. “I found Patton!” Indeed, there was another ten year old trailing Roman across the yard.

“Lolo!” the other child, presumably Patton, yelled. He grabbed Logan’s hand and began swinging it back and forth. “It’s Roro!” He giggled and mock-whispered to Roman, “You rhyme.”

“I’m very glad you found one of your friends, Patton,” Logan said. He smiled kindly at Roman and Virgil wanted to sink into the ground with how nice that was. “Hello. I am Logan, Patton’s older brother.”

“I’m Roman! Patton’s my best friend in the whole world.” Roman pointed at Virgil. “This is my brother Virgil. Are you dating him? You’re standing really close.”

“Roman,” Virgil hissed, and he was suddenly glad he’d decided to paint his face. Logan couldn’t see the blush underneath that thick layer of applied death.

“No, I am not currently dating your brother. We know each other from school.” Currently? What the fuck was currently about? Were they going to dating? Where was that distinction coming from? Why did he say that? CURRENTLY?

“You’re not supposed to just stay stuff like that,” Virgil said.

Roman shrugged. “Dad doesn’t care.”

“That’s because Dad doesn’t have a filter either,” he muttered. Logan snorted next to him and Virgil really couldn’t help staring with how cute that noise had been. How was one person allowed to be so adorable?

“Which way are you heading?” Logan asked. Virgil motioned up the street. “Us too,” he said and turned so they could walk together. Virgil’s eyes widened. Oh, gods above, they were walking together now. What was he supposed to do with that? Was he supposed to do anything? Were they going to be doing this all night?

“C’mon, Ro, this way,” Virgil said as Roman started lagging behind to talk to Patton. He galloped to catch up, and then passed Virgil and Logan yelling, “That’s Captain Jack Sparrow to you!” Patton started to run up the yard after him, but then paused.

“Lo, weren’t we already at this house?” Patton asked.

“No, Patton, we weren’t. Go catch up with Roman,” Logan urged him and shoved Patton’s shoulder a little. Patton took off running, but Logan turned red and didn’t look at Virgil. If they had come from this way, why would Logan tell Virgil he was coming this way? Unless, he wanted to come with Virgil, but that was ridiculous because they had never really spoken in class and he didn’t know anything about him. It was actually much more likely that he was coming so Patton could stay with Roman, but then why hadn’t he told Patton when he made that decision? Unless he didn’t want Patton to know, but why wouldn’t he? Nothing was making sense anymore.

“Your costume looks nice. What are you dressed up as?” Logan asked, blush still faintly on his cheeks as they waited on the sidewalk.

“Jack Skellington,” Virgil said. “Nightmare Before Christmas.”

“I know all of those words, but not in that order,” Logan said. Virgil stared, open-mouthed.

“You’ve never seen Nightmare Before Christmas?” he asked. Logan shook his head curiously. “It’s-it’s amazing, you have to watch. I can’t be seen associating with someone who’s never seen Nightmare Before Christmas before.”

“Then  you’ll have to show it to me. I certainly wouldn’t want to tarnish your reputation,” Logan quipped. Virgil laughed.

“What about you, glasses? What are you dressed up as?”

Logan groaned. “Dr. Frankenstein, though I have come to see the error in my ways. Nobody knows who he is; they all think Frankenstein is the monster.”

Virgil nodded sagely. “You definitely can’t just expect average people to know things about the classics. They’re not all monsterfuckers.” Logan’s laugh boomed out unexpectedly and Virgil startled, then stared. If he got any gayer tonight, he wasn’t going to make it. Roman would have to venture home without him. Dad would have come out of the house, fever-ridden and all, and look for his body because Logan kept being cuter than was physically possible or acceptable and it was going to kill him.

“Well, I suppose you’re right,” Logan wheezed. They followed Roman and Patton to the next house down, and Virgil allowed Logan to catch his breath. It really hadn’t been that funny, but he’d like to cause whatever just happened to happen again regardless.

“Do you not go to the houses with your brother?” Logan asked.

“Nah,” Virgil said. “I prefer not to get yelled at by strangers because I’m too old for Halloween.”

“Fair enough,” Logan ceded, “but most people in this neighborhood are not so judgemental that you have to worry about it. Also,” he added, voice low and conspiratorial, “I have figured out the algorithm for obtaining the optimal amount of candy.”

“Oh, really?” Virgil asked, intrigued despite himself. “You managed to apply math to Halloween?”

Logan nodded confidently. “I also go up to the doors for the first half of the night. After that, I allow Patton to dump his candy into my bag every few houses so that his bag is empty. It makes him more likely to get more candy from the following houses. The adults are inclined to believe that he was late getting out because of a tardy parent or uncooperative older sibling. They feel bad for him.”

“Isn’t that a lot like stealing? Or lying?” Virgil asked.

“They give it over willingly enough, though I prefer to think of it as a creative solution to not being able to afford candy other times of the year anyway,” Logan said, and Virgil couldn’t fault him there. His family wasn’t quite well-off enough to buy a lot of sweets outside special occasions either, so Halloween held them through to Christmas when extended family started sending in cards and money.

“Smart,” Virgil said. Logan preened and smiled, near blinding and yeah, Virgil was so, so gay. He was going to die if Logan kept being this cute.

“I know, but thank you nonetheless.” Virgil choked on a laugh, and they tracked Roman and Patton to the next house.

“Shall we?” Logan asked, motioning up the driveway. Virgil nodded.

“We shall.” They went up to doors with their siblings for the next half hour, and somehow, nobody called them out. Virgil got a few stink-eyes, but he also got candy so it was really sort of like being paid to piss people off. By enjoying himself. It was awesome. He definitely owed Logan for introducing him to the wonders of Halloween as a teenager.

Logan caught his arm as they came up to the next house. “Have Roman dump his candy into your bag and let him go up alone.” Logan had Patton do the same. Logan didn’t let go of Virgil’s arm, and Virgil tried to have coherent thoughts past that, but it really wasn’t happening. Logan was right here, talking to him, touching him, voluntarily spending time with him.

When the Roman and Patton came back, they both reported that they had been given extra candy by the sympathetic woman manning the candy bowl.

“See?” Logan said, smirking down at Virgil. “Pretty effective.” Virgil grinned back and shrugged.

“Pretty genius,” he agreed.

“Very pretty,” Logan said, and his face began glowing red. “Y-you, I mean. Not me.”

“You are, too,” Virgil said.

“I-oh.” Logan seemed at a loss for words.

“Thank you, though,” Virgil continued. “It’s not everyday someone as cute as you wants to compliment me.” Where this other Virgil was coming from, Virgil didn’t know. He had never used words to do something like this before, it was crazy-talk. He wasn’t a confident, flirty person!

“Well, I, uhm.” Logan stopped and took a breath. “They should. You are a very attractive person, Virgil.” It was Virgil’s turn to blush wildly.

“C’mon, nerd,” he said. “They’re getting away from us.” Virgil didn’t say anything else, and he also didn’t pull away when Logan’s hand dropped from his arm to his own hand and held it. Virgil squeezed once, a barely there pressure on Logan’s skin, and then they both released.

Virgil was, completely and totally, without question, going to lose it.

They kept talking and walking through the neighborhood, but as they approached the last few houses Virgil couldn’t help but feel like something was slipping away from him. So as soon as there was a lull in conversation, he blurted, “Where do you live?”

Logan raised an eyebrow. Virgil refused to admit defeat and drop eye-contact even if it felt physically painful at this point. “Right down there, on Sycamore.” Logan jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s not too far out of our way, and we don’t have to be home immediately. We can walk you. I mean, I’m sure Roman wants some more time with Patton, and it wouldn’t be a big deal or anything and-” Virgil forced himself to shut up. He steadied his brain before he opened his mouth again. “I don’t really want to quit talking to you quite so soon. If you want.”

A smile bloomed over Logan’s face, slowly at first and then so large he was practically radiating happiness. “I do want,” he said softly and Virgil almost melted. “I really, really do.”

“I’m glad,” Virgil said. “It would have been awkward if you didn’t.” Logan laughed.

“Yes,” he agreed, “and that would be the absolute worst outcome.”

“Virgil!” Roman screamed and ran face-first into an unprepared Virgil, sending them both sprawling to the ground. Logan coughed over a laugh and caught Patton when he attempted the same maneuver.

“Ro, kid,” Virgil groaned, “you really have to give me some warning when you do things like that.”

“I yelled your name! What more warning do you need?” Roman demanded petulantly, laying on Virgil’s legs.

“He has a point,” Logan added, face alight with mischief. Patton wriggled in his arms gleefully. “He did warn you.”

“You,” Virgil said, pointing, “are going to pay for that.” Logan scoffed and shook his head. Virgil shoved himself up to a sitting position and let Roman roll of his legs. “You’re going to get grass stains on your costume if you keep doing that.” Roman immediately popped up off the ground and took a few steps back.

“Logan!” he yelled, and then launched himself through the air like some sort of projectile. Virgil watched in slow-motion as Logan, already unbalanced from holding Patton, got his legs taken out from under him and crashed to the ground. Virgil was happy to note the first sound he heard following the tragedy was twin giggling, and then Logan’s groaning. Nobody had died.

“Told you you’d pay,” he said, doing his best not to laugh.

“Yeah,” Logan muttered, flat on his back. “I really did.”

“Ten year olds,” Virgil said, standing to scoop Roman off of Logan’s legs. He monkey-ed around Virgil until he was firmly attached to his back.

“Ten year olds,” Logan agreed, sounding equally aggrieved. Virgil offered him a hand and pulled him up. “I believe I will have bruises to remember this night by.”

“At least you won’t forget it,” Virgil said. Logan huffed a laugh. Together they set off for Logan’s house. Mercifully, Patton didn’t feel the need to sabotage the walk, and Roman was too set on singing as many Disney songs as he could, so they made it all the way back without another incident. Roman jumped down at the gate to give Patton a hug, and Virgil looked to Logan.

“So, I guess I’ll see you at school tomorrow?” Logan suggested. Virgil got the visceral feeling he was about to lose something important again, so instead of words he reached out and grabbed Logan’s coat and yanked him into a kiss. There was a moment of terrifying inaction, in which Virgil thought he had majorly fucked up, but then Logan moved closer and it was fine and it was good and Virgil could not have fucked this up if he’d tried.

They finally parted, Virgil too dazed to really think past what had just happened and Logan looking at Virgil with an expression he’d never seen before, and Roman said, “I thought you weren’t dating.”

“We-we aren’t,” Logan said, eyes stuck on Virgil. Then he dug through his pockets and pulled out a paper and pen and jotted something down. “But if you text me tomorrow, we can work on fixing that?” He extended the paper and it took Virgil approximately three seconds to comprehend what was happening. Then he was nodding vigorously and holding the paper like it was a check for a billion dollars.

“Yes, yeah. Yeah. I will. Text you. Text you so we can do-something. Something.” He knew he was bright red under the make up, and there was a smear of face paint on Logan’s lips, and he suddenly felt a lot like a supernova in the best way possible and not at all like he was losing anything.

“See you tomorrow,” Logan said again.

“Tomorrow,” Virgil echoed, smiling. Logan smiled back, and Virgil waited by the gate until Logan and Patton got into their house. He waved one last time before the door shut, and then he took Roman’s hand and started home.

“You like him,” Roman said.

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed.

“I’m telling Dad on you,” Roman said. “You kissed him. That’s nasty.”

“You’re nasty,” Virgil shot back.

“Nuh-uh,” Roman said. “I only hugged Patton. I didn’t kiss him. You’re nasty.”

“You’re nasty,” Virgil said again.

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

“Are not.”

“Are too,” Virgil said. He smiled as Roman kept it going, and really, if the price he paid to be with Logan, to talk with Logan, to know Logan was annoying his brother, well that wasn’t much of an ask at all.

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I talked about how the women of the van der linde helped to shape and model Angel into the woman she is, now let’s talk about the men. Minus Uncle and Swamon. 

While they were there, they weren’t at the same time. Angel didn’t spend as much time them as the other gang members. So Strauss and Pearson both taught Angel and Jack there math skills. Granted they both went about in there own way. Strauss was strict, while Pearson was very easy going. Pearson would ask the kids to come and help him cook and would teach them that way. Anyway on with the show.

Arthur Morgan: Angel’s father and her role model. Those he may not be the best role model, but he was her primary teacher. Arthur taught Angel how to shot, ride, and draw. Angel artist talent was inherited from her father along with one other core aspect of her personality. Angel does not think she is a good person. Something she inherited from Arthur. Neither Morgan see themselves as being good people, sure they will go out of there way to help people. But, it’s not like they see what they are doing as good. In the end  for Arthur it's a means to an end, even when he is doing something good, and for Angel it’s a way to gain favors. 

John Marston: Angel’s uncle and second father. John may have missed out on a year of both kids lives but he tried his best to make up for it. While not always doing the best of jobs he did try. He would take Angel out riding and try to teach her a few things about shooting. Granted that skill was learned from her father. John was the most vocal about not using the kids for jobs. He hated the idea of putting the kids in harm ways for any time of job. And in a strange sense Angel helped to ease John's fear of wolves, thanks to her pet. 

Dutch van der Linde:  Dutch was Angel teacher. Dutch taught Angel right from wrong, good from bad, and so on.  And how not to spot a rat. But, beyond that, Dutch was the one who started to teach Angel to read and write. He also got her into loving classic literature and her hater for opera. There were times when Angel  would spend whole days with her uncle reading and learning about literature from him, and learning how to make plans and scheme.  

Hosea Matthews: While Dutch was the one who got Angel to read and write it was Hosea who refined it. Hosea sat with Angel and Jack for hours teaching them to read and write. Due to Hosea teachings, Angel handwriting is so good because of him. Her hand written stuff has a certain flare, due to him. Another important skill that Hosea taught her along with Karen was slight of hand. Hosea taught Angel how trick and fool people with slight hand and to put on an act. But there was one another skill she learned from him. It was being able to read people. Hosea taught Angel how to read people, this skill is seen when she is playing poker. Angel reads people to learn what type of hand they have. 

Javier Escuella: Javier was in the camp, that the kids should not be there. He didn’t think it would be good to have a pair of kids around that could get killed or kidnapped. Those he did learn to love for the kids. But, Javier was a great teacher. He taught Jack to play the guitar and taught the pair to speak spanish. Angel and Jack both called Javier tio, instead of uncle. Which warmed his heart. Javier is also where Angel gets her knife skills from and her no fucks given to racists. 

Charles Smith: Charles was with Javier about not having the kids around. But, he grew to love having them around. He was there helping to encourage Angel artists skills and taught her to hunt. Angel love for bow hunting comes from Charles. Charles took so much time teaching Angel how to use a bow, and to give her pointers. Angel was very proud when she used the bow for the first time and was able to kill something and showed it to Charles.  Charles was very proud of her.

Sean Maguire: Sean along with Javier and Charles did not like that the kids were in camp. And much like the other two, he grew to love them. Sean was the perfect older brother to the kids, he would take them away when the adults needed a break. Or he would be there encountering Angels art or encountering  Jack’s guitar skills. Sean cared so deeply for the kids that he called them darlin’ and sweetheart. And due to Angel spending so much time with Sean that when Angel says darling, she drops the G. Which drives some people mad. 

Lenny Summers: LENNY! The second best older brother you could ask for. Lenny was there just as much as Sean was. Lenny was there teaching the kids there was more and better books to read. Angel would spend hours just sitting with Lenny and talking about books or out with Lenny help find new spots to draw and create. Angel loved spending time with Lenny. 

Kieran duffy: While Kieran didn’t come into Angel’s life by normal means, that didn't mean he didn't care for her. When the gang moved to Horseshoe overlook Angel would sneak him food and water to help him out. When Kieran was freed from the tree, he was deathly afraid of being around Angel. Seeing as her father, was the one who captured him and tied him to the back of, his horse. But, Kieran warmed up to Angel, when he learned that she loved horses. Kieran taught Angel so much about caring and tending to horses along with taking her fishing. Sure Angel wasn’t the best at fishing, but it gave Kieran an out away from the gang. Angel loved drawing the horses and giving the drawings to Kieran. 

Bill and Micah.: Angel didn’t learn much from either of them. Other than being a dick gets you nowhere and being a racist prick will get you beat up. Angel grew to hate the pair. It didn’t help that Micah made so many passes that he was going to kill frost and sell his pelt for money. It also didn’t help that Bill was a drunk which made Angel swear off drinking. And they were mean to Javier, Charles and Kieran. Which made Angel want to kill them. 

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The Killer Queen - {Roger Taylor X Reader - PART 1}

[PART 1] [PART 2] 

Warning[s]: Vulgar Language [This story will contain smut in the future so it’s 18+]

Word Count: 3,9K

Summary: Roger meets a girl on a very ordinary day but she’s far from ordinary. In his eyes, she’s a cocky yet fun and innocent girl but there is something mysterious to her. Curious about that, he asks her to meet again. Little does Roger know just how deep and dark her secret is or that she is working hard to distance herself from her true self. After all, she’s a Killer Queen and if he did her wrong, her boys would come for him whether she liked it or not.            [Mafia Princess!Y/N x Roger Taylor] !!!!! [Also, I decided to make a fictional father for you because not everybody has a father and I hate writing Y/F/N all the time] !!!!!

Author’s Note: I am so excited about this! I hope you are too. If you wish to be tagged, let me know! :)

Your P.O.V.

It happened again. No matter how many fucking times I told them no, they didn’t listen. They refused to let me go and live my own life. If I tried to be alone for one weekend, I’d find security guards after me. If I tried to tell them I wanted to leave, they would find ways to scare me so I’d stay. My life was going in a circle and I felt like that circle would dig my own grave.

“You’re my daughter, Y/N. This is in your blood. You are born into this life”, my father told me the same exact words I had heard on a daily basis since I found out the truth about my family. The truth about me. The truth about my father’s money, his hate for the law and police, the days and weeks he was gone when I needed him the most, everything! Years of wonders were getting their answers which I wasn’t fond of at all, not the slightest bit! 

On that day many years ago, I was 17 turning 18. My father explained to me how I was going to inherit his hard earned privileges. He told me how his business wasn’t a security business. He wasn’t a legally successful entrepreneur who had worked his ass off for years for his family. No.

My father was a mafia boss and his men were the most wanted men in all of Europe. He was the King of crime in England and his businesses had reached other countries. My father pulled the strings of the underworld how he wanted things to go as if the world was his playground. His ways sickened me yet he wished for me to marry someone on the inside to remain in this worthy position even after his passing, which I hoped was soon. Worthy my ass!

I was a mafia princess!

I had no way out of it. If I left, I’d be all on my own. So, ever since I was 18, I had seen the ugly side of the world and my roots were deep in it. Now I was in my early 20s and my father has made sure I had all the skills any mafia woman would need.

He had taught me to get out of locked situations,

how to steal,

how to stay silent if I was kidnapped,

how to handle my weapons,

how to kill - but god, I would never sink down on that level!

It made sense to me now why he wanted me to learn self-defence as a kid. It all made sense! I was stuck to this horrible reality and every day I searched for a way out of it. This day was not unlike any other.

July 1973

For some odd reason, the sun decided to shine all day which made it hot as fuck. It was July afternoon and I was driving around the countryside outside of London. I was dressed in a red blouse that was tucked into a white skirt, my boots were black but rather classy and I had red lips and a soft brown eyeshadow look on. The scent of cherries was radiating into all directions around me. My father got me a cherry perfume from Paris once that I liked, although I hated my father’s guts. I was sitting in my red 1966 Chevrolet Chevelle Malibu, that was still good although it had a few years of age and a history of small accidents. I was cruising the bumpy road with a speed way too high according to the limits but I couldn’t care less. As I drove and listened to my music, I forgot the world. The green fields and few trees were all around me which was perfect. This is why I loved the countryside! I felt like a free woman.

Elton John’s Rocket Man was playing and I absentmindedly slowed down my speed. With my windows rolled down, I felt the wind in my hair and the smell of manure stinging my nose. The heat was definitely not helping at all but I could handle it. I had smelled the stank of death a few times which was way worse. Then I saw it. On an otherwise quiet Saturday, I saw a simple van on the side of the road and a couple people outside it, obviously arguing about something. They were probably having car issues. It caught my interest so I slowed down and drove towards them, honking a few times before eventually parking my car behind theirs. That’s when I noticed four heads turned to me.

Four men, to be exact. One with curls for others to share and he was tall as heck, one standing in the back a little bit with a funky jacket on, another dark-haired guy who had hair longer than many people I knew of and a pretty dirty blonde. They all looked kind of familiar but I couldn’t put my mind on it. It didn’t matter, obviously their car was giving them issues.

“Do you need help?” I asked them kindly, squinting my eyes at the sun that was shining directly into my eyes. My question made them look at each other strangely and the blonde sighed deeply as if I did something wrong. He seemed to be the most upset about the car so I assumed it was his.

"You think you could help us, darling?” One of them asked me. It was the one with the funky jacket that glittered against the sunlight.

“Why not? It’s not the first time I’ve gotten my hands dirty” I wondered and I realized I was being quite straightforward. They all seemed a bit surprised and silence fell over. A smirk crawled on my face because I found them a bit adorable really. I was simply playing around! I bet they didn’t expect a girl to come and help them but I was damn convinced I’d prove myself helpful. “I’m Y/N”, I introduced myself to break the silence. It sparked some kind of a conversation going and they seemed to appreciate it. To put the awkward tension behind us.

“I’m Freddie and curly over there is Brian, that’s John but we all call him Deacy and the drama queen over here is Roger”, Freddie was kind enough to introduce me to them. As I nodded politely and tried to remember their names, I realized why they were so familiar. I had heard their names before! They were in a band. 

“I’m not a drama queen, Fred”, Roger snapped back and I noticed that he seemed pissed. 

“I don’t know, drama queen sounds nice to me”, I shrugged playfully, feeling rather confident around them. What I said made the rest of them chuckle but Roger turned to look at me like I had challenged him to battle. His blue eyes were full of anger at first but then they softened as if he was too tired to focus his anger on me. He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. Brian put his arm around Roger’s shoulder and they walked away from the conversation, allowing Freddie and Deacy to chat with me. 

My mind went straight back to the car as Roger was further away. Something about him was strange, but surely in a good way. Or was it just the fact he was blonde? It didn’t matter. Once I was done with this minor inconvenience, I’d never see them again. “What’s wrong with the car? I’m sure I can do something”, I questioned them as we walked towards the car. Deacy stepped back and eyed the back tire, which already gave me an answer. It was deflated! 

“I’m sure it speaks for itself”, Deacy sighed as we all just stared at it. I knew it wasn’t a big deal. I had changed a tire a thousand times! 

“Where’s your spare?” I asked whoever was ready to answer.

“It’s in the back but we have no tools. Someone thought we wouldn’t need them at all so we could fit more equipment in there”, Freddie let me know and I suspected he directed that someone to someone in spite. I enjoyed the spite in his voice. Obviously, this situation was annoying them all. It made me happy. I could finally do something!

“I have the tools you need. Let me get them and you can get the spare”, I promised them and already walked back towards my car. I heard nothing as I left and soon I was back at my car. I grabbed my car jack and lug wrench. As I was closing the trunk, I saw someone beside me and I startled. My heart jumped to my throat and if it wasn’t for the tools in my hands, I would’ve probably been ready to attack It was Roger! “Fuck- can you float or are you just naturally good at walking up on people?” I breathed out which actually made him laugh.

“The first one sounds better”, Roger admitted with a smile. Someone was quite happy although just a minute ago he was as grumpy as a toddler. Perhaps Brian said something to him? Damn, I wanted to know what it was but I had to remember that curiosity killed the cat.

Roger was kind of cocky but I found it intriguing. He eyed me like I was some eye-candy but he hadn’t made any comments yet. Usually, it was easy for me to read people. I could tell what they were thinking by just glancing at them but Roger wasn’t like the rest. Although we just met, I was slightly nervous around him but my nerves didn’t hold my witty tongue back. 

“You don’t look like the type of girl who has tools in her car”, Roger admitted after a brief silence. I wasn’t surprised yet he made me giggle. Honestly, I couldn’t blame them. I was used to presenting myself as a classy woman with strangers. My father taught me that if I made people underestimate me, my true skills would shock them more and therefore they would be more afraid and my chances of victory would be higher.  I suppose my skirt and sweet perfume didn’t help me look less like a good girl. 

“I hope it’s not a bad thing”, I breathed out after a fit of giggles. 

Roger smiled and I swear to god he looked like an angel. He was probably the heartbreaker in the band, the one girls drooled after without caring about their hearts. “No, not at all. I like surprises”, He let me know shamelessly. There it was! I could smell the flirtation in the air. Perhaps he was like this with all girls?

“I’m full of surprises”, I promised him and for a moment, my true self flashed before my eyes. It made my smile fade and I felt uneasy. I didn’t want to be the girl with a dark life but what could I do about it? For now, hopefully, I could just ignore it.

“I can tell”, Roger’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I almost thanked him.

“Well, drama queen, if you will, you can help me with the tire. The job is done faster with two people working on it”, I thought I’d get him to assist me. He didn’t seem to mind. 

“I hoped you’d ask”, Roger said and so I tossed him the lug wrench which he caught effortlessly. “And you can call me Roger. On the other hand, if you choose to call me with that ridiculous nickname, I will come up with something equally as bad for you as well.”

“You don’t intimidate me, drama queen”, I showed him my tongue, letting him know I enjoyed the nickname way too much. And so, I hurried to Deacy, Freddie and Brian with the heavy car jack in my hands. They had the spare just as planned. “So, you’re a band, huh?” I started a new conversation with them while waiting for Roger. He was probably busy thinking of a nickname I’d hate. He was fun, I liked it. 

“Not long if we can’t make it on time”, Brian answered me playfully. If he had sounded dull, I would’ve taken that as a hint for me to stop talking but Brian seemed nice. They all did.

“Do you have a gig or something?” I inquired curiously while jacking up the car. They looked at each other a bit mysteriously and I caught small smirks on their faces. It’s like they had an unspoken language through eye-contact. Well, I suppose that’s what happened when you had true friends. Don’t get bitter, Y/N! I thought. 

“We’re working on a little something”, Freddie finally answered me. I figured it was a band secret so I didn’t bother them more about it.

                                         After chitchatting with them for a while, time passed and we had successfully changed the tire. That was quick, too quick for my liking because it meant they would carry on with their business and I’d be alone again. Their car was as good as new and they were ready to leave. After a round of thank yous, they got in the car, all expect Roger who would help me carry the few tools back to my car. 

“Thanks for the help. I honestly thought we’d be stuck here forever”, Roger thanked me at the back of my car. I just smiled as I opened the trunk and threw in the tools.

“It was my pleasure. You guys should probably keep some tools with you from now on”, I assured him and once again looked into his baby blues. Roger really had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. His lashes were long and dark and the shade of blue in his eyes was captivating! I also sensed mystery. He was definitely not an open book and I was almost disappointed this was where our paths diverged. A part of me wanted to dive into him, to find out who he really was. I wanted to get to know them all. They were actually fun and nice, unlike most people I knew. 

“You said you had never seen us live”, Roger remembered one part of the conversation we had earlier. The tone of his voice made my skin tingle with excitement. Was he going to suggest something?

“Yes?”

“We have a show in London on Monday if you want to come”, Roger did, in fact, suggest something. I wondered if he knew how happy that made me. Hearing that sent a rush of joy through my veins and a smile crept on my face.

“Just tell me where and when and I’ll try to come”, I accepted his rather sweet suggestion and just like that, I had plans for the week. After spending so much time alone lately, I was thrilled of the idea of going to see Queen. There would be loud music, fun people and probably some kind of an afterparty. They were a rockband so I didn’t expect any less. Roger didn’t have to know how excited was, it was part of the fun to leave him wondering.

“It’s at the Marquee Club”, Roger filled me in with details. 

“That’s interesting. The last time I was there, I saw Jimi Hendrix", I remembered the gig all of a sudden. It was one of the best days of my life.

“You’ve seen Jimi Hendrix? You’re definitely full of surprises”, Roger seemed genuinely excited about what I revealed to him. It made me happy.

“You’re a fan?” I had to know. By now, I was so interested in our little conversation that I forgot they were in a hurry.

“I suppose you could say that. The drummer Mitch Mitchell is one of the sickest around!” Roger’s passion most certainly became evident in his voice. I loved how he talked about it and how there was a little spark of joy in his eyes. Sure, it could’ve been the sun as well but I preferred to believe he was just super keen about music and that caused the light in his eyes.

“Well, I can’t wait to hear you on the drums on Monday. I hope you can impress me”, I shrugged casually but he definitely heard the flirty hint in my voice.

“Sounds like a plan, princess”, Roger winked and began to leave. I gasped at the nickname, mostly because I absolutely hated it! How did he know I would hate it? Before I could ask, he slapped the top of my car and laughed as he stormed off. Oh, he definitely knew I hated that nickname but I suppose it was fair.

“You’re such a drama queen!” I yelled after him, unsure whether he heard it or not. Then I hurried back inside my car, already wondering if my father was missing me. I could remember him talking about some meeting the other week but honestly, I couldn’t care less. Right before I could open the door, I heard Freddie’s voice from their car. They hadn’t left quite yet.

“You flirty bastard, did you ask her out? ... Of course, you did!”

Just as suspected, I was expecting company at home. Two black cars were parked in my driveway and I saw the lights were turned on inside my house. I lived in a fancy neighbourhood in London, in a house too big for me but my father insisted I‘d live there. Apparently, I was safe that way. Since I had no real job, I couldn’t afford anything else. It was utmost annoying but it had to do for now. Then again, I suppose it would be selfish to complain when I lived in a minimansion. Two floors, a basement, a safe room and huge bedrooms weren’t anything to complain about. It was my situation that I hated. When I was at home, I felt like my father’s goons had eyes on me from dawn till dusk.

I parked my car and got outside. It was darker outside and I could tell it would rain soon. The sun was long gone, just like Roger and his mates. I wondered if they had reached their destination already as I walked up the porch to my house. To let the people inside know it was me, I knocked seven times in a very specific order and walked inside. “I’m home! Who’s here?” I called out and shut the door, kicked my shoes off and walked further inside. The red carpet I had in the hallway felt soft underneath my feet but it was cold. I made a mental note to warm the house later. That’s when three men, all dressed in black suits walked out of my living room to greet me in the hallway. This was strangely formal and I didn’t like it.

“Miss Y/N, are you alone?” One of them asked me. He was young, probably only a couple years older than me but he dressed and behaved as if he was my grandpa! His warm brown hair worked as a hint that he wasn’t grey and dry yet. I pitied him for living such a tragic life under my father’s command.

“Yes, I’m alone. What’s going on? Who are you?” I wondered and I was almost worried.

“Your father, don Kenneth McKnight has requested your presence at the Rouge Lounge this night”, the young one told me with actual fear in his green eyes. He refused to look me in the eye and I saw he was quivering. He had to be a trainee! I almost laughed but I was too shocked to do so. They broke into my house to tell me that? “And you may call me George Moonshine, the gentleman on my right is Leo Rosso and this is Oscar the blue.” 

“Great. Tell him that phones exist, okay? He could’ve ringed me about this”, I sent them off with a fake smile. Their names were probably not even real but I realized it didn’t matter. Of course, I got no response to my witty comment but that was no surprise. As they were outside, I locked the door and took a deep, annoyed breath. What the fuck was my life?

That night arrived and passed. I was way too tired to get dolled up just to meet my father so we could argue. So I slept like a baby and woke up in the morning as someone called me over and over again. At first, I tried to ignore it until that person called me four times and I had to get up. If thoughts could kill, I would’ve killed someone just about now. I picked up the phone and brought it to my ear, trying my best to contain my anger. “Who is this?” I murmured tiredly and yawned, wishing dearly I was still asleep.

“Y/N, you didn’t see me last night”, it was my father. His voice made my blood boil and I felt my inner rage coming to the surface. He was the last person I wanted to wake up to!

“I was busy.”

“So was I and I made time for you, love”, he took a deep breath and I knew he was probably smoking to stay calm. Everything about that sentence angered me. 

“You could’ve asked me when I had time”, I rolled my eyes at him although he couldn’t see me.

Another sigh. “Then we shall reschedule. Does Monday sound good?”

Monday! Yesterday came back to me and I could almost hear Roger’s voice in my head. I would see them tomorrow! “Uh- I’m busy? Can be meet on Thursday?” I requested any other day than Monday. I didn’t want to let him ruin my chances to make friends! Going out on Monday was currently the most special thing in my life and I would go even if I broke my leg.

“Fine. I’ll send you a ride”, and just like that, he ended the call. I heard the line go flat and I put the phone away. So, Thursday it is? I was happy now because it meant I had Monday all for myself! I couldn’t wait to see them again. Perhaps, I was most excited to see Roger. He was the one who invited me, after all. And for the brief time we spent together, I felt like we actually had some kind of a connection.

That morning, I wasn’t actually grumpy even though my father had called me. I made myself a cup of earl grey tea and sat down on my black couch to watch tv. As I enjoyed the hot drink, I already planned my outfit for Monday. Perhaps a dress would be appropriate? A short one, definitely. Oh and some red heels! Yes. It would be perfect.

I finished my tea and focused on the telly for a bit longer. The news was quite boring. They just went over what happened in England yesterday and then they got to politics. So I turned it off and got up, wondering how I could occupy myself this day. After a moment of pondering, I decided I could go and search for Queen’s new album. If I remembered correctly, they had released the self-titled album ‘Queen’ just about a week ago. I was more than happy to find it and jam it around the house and hopefully remember some lyrics for tomorrow. Little did I know...

[PART 2]

Author’s Note: I think I’ll leave this part here. It’s on the shorter side but I can’t possibly drag it out any longer because I want to leave the gig for part 2! Feedback is always welcome! :D

[aslanscompass]

Doctor Who s11 analysis: (2/11) Companions

The choice to give Thirteen three companions is also a departure from most of the show’s history. The original TARDIS team consisted of the Doctor, his granddaughter Susan, and teachers Ian and Barbara. This pattern continued into series 2, with future traveler Vicki replacing Susan after the former’s departure.

The second Doctor also had three companions in his first season, with Ben and Polly joined by Scottish highlander Jamie. The next three-companion team wasn’t until series 18, when Adric was joined by Nyssa and Tegan for the Fourth Doctor’s swansong.

Five inherited this crew and kept a three-person team for most of his tenure, replacing Adric with Turlough.  After Nyssa’s departure in Terminus (s20), the rest of the Classic series had only one or two companions at a time.  

The use of reoccurring characters in the revival era complicates definitions; Jack joined Rose and Mickey; River frequently met Amy and Rory. But neither of those characters were full-time TARDIS traveler in the way we have in season 11.

The number of companions can also overshadow the backgrounds. Both Ian and Barbara and Ben and Polly joined as a unit, with identical historical backgrounds and at the same time. In both cases, however, the third companion was alien (Susan) or historical (Jamie.)  The Fifth Doctor’s crew was even more varied, with two aliens (from different planets) and one contemporary human.  The show has never had three companions from the same era at once.*

Graham, Ryan, and Yaz differ in age, ethnicity, gender, and marital status. But their common origins remove the potential for many differences of opinion. For example, in one of the Second Doctor’s episodes, Victoria (originally from 1866) wonders if her dress is too short. 

“I shouldn’t think so. Look at Jamie’s,” the Doctor says, pointing to the Scottsman’s (from 1746) kilt. 

This ties into my larger complaint that “audience identification figure” has been taken too literally in the revival series, but that’s another, longer story. Different perspectives are one of the benefits to having companions, whether it’s knowledge of alien life, use of violence, or skills. 

On an individual level,  each of Thirteen’s companions reminds me of other revival characters. That’s hardly surprising, but it also proves distracting. Graham has superficial similarities to Wilf; both are older gentlemen, widowed, with a grandchild traveling with the Doctor.  Yaz and Ryan are typical RTD-era companions: nineteen years old with starter jobs, living at home. While that’s a perfectly serviceable way to start the season, I never really saw any additional traits develop.  

The narrative does provide a rational for including all three in the Doctor’s first adventure--Graham is Ryan’s step-granddad, while Yaz and Ryan were in school together. And with Yaz as low man on the totem pole at work, it makes sense that she’d be sent out to deal with weird incidents.  Even all of them joining the Doctor (initially) makes sense; it was an accident. It’s not the first time the Doctor’s had stowaways or kidnapped people; not even the first time in the revival era. 

But even kidnap victims eventually need to make a choice. Given comments at the beginning of Rosa and Arachnids in the UK,  it’s likely that Arachnids marked the first landing in contemporary England since the season premiere. Even their statements at the end of the episode are a bit....flat....

DOCTOR: Proper goodbye this time. RYAN: About that. GRAHAM: Do we have to? You see, Doc, the thing about grief is it needs time. I don't want to sit around my house waiting for it to go away, cos that house is full of Grace and it makes it so much harder. But, er, being with you and seeing all these things out there, it really helps. DOCTOR: What about you? RYAN: Do you really think I want to go back to working in that warehouse? No way. DOCTOR: Yaz, you wanted to come home. YASMIN: I know. I love my family, but they also drive me completely insane. I want more. More of the universe. More time with you. You're like the best person I've ever met.

Compare that to Rose’s decision 

DOCTOR: What do you think? You could stay here, fill your life with work and food and sleep, or you could go anywhere. ROSE: Is it always this dangerous? DOCTOR: Yeah. ROSE: Yeah, I can't. I've er, I've got to go and find my mum and someone's got to look after this stupid lump, so...  DOCTOR leaves and re-materializes seconds later: By the way, did I mention it also travels in time? ROSE: Thanks. MICKEY: Thanks for what? ROSE: Exactly.  

Donna:

(Runaway Bride):

DOCTOR: Come with me DONNA: No. DOCTOR: Okay. DONNA: I can't. DOCTOR: No, that's fine. DONNA: No, but really. Everything we did today. Do you live your life like that? DOCTOR: Not all the time. DONNA: I think you do. And I couldn't. DOCTOR: But you've seen it out there. It's beautiful. DONNA: And it's terrible. That place was flooding and burning and they were dying, and you were stood there like, I don't know, a stranger. And then you made it snow. I mean, you scare me to death.

vs 

(Partners in Crime)

DONNA: That's my car! That is like destiny. And I've been ready for this. I packed ages ago, just in case. Because I thought, hot weather, cold weather, no weather. He goes anywhere. I've gotta be prepared. DOCTOR: You've got a, a hatbox. DONNA: Planet of the Hats, I'm ready. I don't need injections, do I? You know, like when you go to Cambodia. Is there any of that? Because my friend Veena went to Bahrain, and she.... You're not saying much. DOCTOR: No, it's just. It's a funny old life, in the Tardis.

and a few from Moffat’s era

Amy (Eleventh Hour)

AMY: Why me? DOCTOR: Why not? AMY: No, seriously. You are asking me to run away with you in the middle of the night. It's a fair question. Why me? DOCTOR: I don't know. Fun. Do I have to have a reason? AMY: People always have a reason.

Clara (Bells of St. John)

DOCTOR: You know, the thing about a time machine, you can run away all you like and still be home in time for tea, so what do you say? Anywhere. All of time and space, right outside those doors. CLARA: Does this work? DOCTOR: Eh? CLARA: Is this actually what you do? Do you just crook your finger and people just jump in your snog box and fly away? DOCTOR: It is not a snog box. CLARA: I'll be the judge of that. DOCTOR: Starting when? CLARA: Come back tomorrow. Ask me again. DOCTOR: Why?

CLARA: Because tomorrow, I might say yes.

Bill (The Pilot)

BILL: Yeah, because I think you're going to wipe my memory. I'm not stupid, you know. That's the trouble with you. You don't think anyone's ever seen a movie. I know what a mind-wipe looks like! 

DOCTOR: I have no choice. I'm here for a reason. I am in disguise. I have promises to keep. No one can know about me. BILL: This is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me in my life. The only exciting thing! DOCTOR: I'm sorry. BILL: Okay, let me remember just for a week. Just a week. Okay, well, just for tonight. Just one night. Come on, let me have some good dreams for once. Okay. Do what you've got to do. But imagine, just imagine how it would feel if someone did this to you. DOCTOR: Get out. BILL: What? DOCTOR: You can keep your memories. Now get out before I change my mind! Don't speak, don't start, just run! Now. Go!  (later...) BILL: What changed your mind? DOCTOR: Time.

Some of those situations involve the companions actively setting terms--Clara, Bill. Even Rose’s decision is active, not passive. Graham, Ryan, and Yaz seem to slid into time travel. It’s fine to have an associate be less enthusiastic-- Mickey, Rory-- but it works best if played off an energetic companion.  If Graham had died, for example, Grace would eagerly join the team; Ryan would feel obligated to come and look after her.  

And with only ten episodes in the season, setting the “decision” moment in episode 4 leaves very little time to establish reactions. That’s only one component in a larger trend across the series. 

*Yes, you could argue that the UNIT era qualifies, depending on one’s definition of companion, but the whole point of that era was that the Doctor was stranded on Earth. 

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firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 superheroes??

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 Yus. -'u'- Who's got what sorts of powers? Do we wanna make Jack your standard super strength, super speed, flight, lego hair type? or something more tailored to his personality? also, if option A, should he have a secret power as well which he doesn't like using for some reason? and for Gabe, Reaper-esque powers? Or flip it to something that still reference that, but goes in a different direction?

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 LEGO HAIR LMAO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 or maybe even have him be more like Batman? Where he's got skills and gadgets, but isn't super human or enhanced? SUperman has fucking lego hair.

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 ooo i like the batman-esque thing for gabe !!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 you could pop it right off his head.

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 LOL jack is just edgy captain america

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 oh, yeah, him too. like a lego man. i feel like it clicks into place too neat.

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 XDDDDDD i want him to secretly be a mutant or something and yeah like you said earlier has some secret ability bc of it that he doesn't use

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 honest to god, my first thought as i'm sitting here considering what Jack's secret power ought to be was 'can give opponents instant boners' SO. setting that aside XD

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 AHAHAHAHAHA

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 next thought was that he has some sort of mind control thing he can do--like, he can make an opponent so enamored of him that they'll follow any order he gives. but i kinda want his power to be integrated with the other things he can do

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 ooooo i actually like the mind control thing... like he's really uncomfortable w leadership bc he doesn't like making people do things

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 yupyup

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 which informs his whole loner schtick refuses to join any superhero organization

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 and he hates using it bc of ethical reasons, but he WILL if lives are at stake

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 yeah QoQ but he always feels gross after

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 yup. and he tries so hard to avoid it so that he doesn't start to depend on it. plus, part of the reason he feels gross is bc it does give him sort of a power rush, and there is a slight temptation to use it to nudge events in his favor when he's just out, like, barhopping or whatever.

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 yepppppp especially to get people in bed w him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 exactly but that is All Sorts of Wrong and he knows it so he doesn't ever ever do it, and he hates himself for even thinking that it's a possibility. which, to be fair, it technically is. just a repugnant one. anyways, is this sort of a tiger & bunny thing where there's lots of heroes, and they have like, one special quirk, but sometimes someone with the proper tech can go be a hero too? and everybody just kinda thinks that Jack is one of the latter?

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 yeah!! definitely and gabe actually is a batmany type

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 Angela developed the nanite swarm, and Gabe uses it for his hero stuff, and he's got, like, ninja/magician/illusionist tricks to make it seem like he's actually vanishing in a cloud of nanites & other junk. He's the opposite of Jack--a normal dude masquerading as a superpowered super hero

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 gabe of course designs all the aesthetics himself LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 ABSOLUTELY theater kid with a minor in special effects

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 so gabe thinks jack is a lame version of him being a self made super

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 lol that's mean Gabe. He's trying. A for effort, Jack. are they rival heroes then? also, does Gabe work as a lone wolf to help disguise his lack of powers?

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 yeah! so whenever they both end up at the same crime scene they get snippy w each other gabe's flashy dramatics grate on jack's nerves

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/31/2017 XD jack firing off a round of something non-lethal into the disappating swarm of nanites after one of their fiercer arguments

firesonic152 - 10/31/2017 LOL gabe gets pissed bc it makes a rip in his cloak so is gabe like... mad rich and jack is more spiderman-y, way less resources but kinda smart enough to make it work

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 wealthy gabe. w a big mansion. lots of varied, classy, beautifully arranged places for the two of them to fuck. XD

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 >:3c they're both like. so angrily attracted to each other lol it's one of those gabe is determined to figure out jack's secret identity jack would rather not know anything about gabe. he doesn't want to get invested.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 oh. =( jack's just there for the sex and violence? lol

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 yepp ooo we need to get into origin stories is gabe just... batman all the way dead parents when he was eight and shit except he likes guns

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 lol mmm... well, where does his money come from? inheritance? earned through his own efforts? lottery?

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 shady mafia parents?

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 XD that might be good, tho--using the mone they made in the illegal trade that eventually got them killed to combat crime paying the community back in his own way

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 yep !! what's jack's origin story something to do w mutant discrimination

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 he was spat out of a cornfield fully grown and hitchhiked to the big city

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 LMAOO or we could have him figure out his powers in some traumatic way as a child

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 what if his parents tried to send him to a camp to pray the abnormality away when his powers first presented and there was abuse and what not going on, so even after he went home, his relationship with his parents was strained. he didn't stay long, and they didn't look too hard for him when he ran away. He was fourteen or fifteen, and looked a little bit older than he was, but he was in over his head and had to use his power a few times just to get a meal or sometimes a job so that he wouldn't starve to death. he made his way slowly across the country, hitchhiking, mostly. anyone that wanted something more from him than he was comfortable giving as payment for the lift suddenly decided that what they really wanted was to pull over and let this wonderful boy out. Disgusted with himself, wondering if sucking cock wasn't actually a more honest way to get as far from where he'd been born as possible, Jack kept going out of sheer determination. Prolly did a few minor acts of heroism along the way, which gave him a taste for it.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 AW GEEZ QOQ THAT'S UPSETTING AOJCNAECJN i love it lmao he wants to save people to redeem himself!! he never quite recovered from the feeling of self-disgust he got from his parents

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 ta-dah lol

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 lmao jack can tell from all of gabe's fancy gadgets and shit that he's rich as hell and is like super resentful assumes gabe's had a mad easy life and is just doing this for the thrill of it gabe meanwhile can tell jack is pretty angry and reclusive and is curious they always have fun banter in which gabe is overdramatic and jack is overly snarky

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 oooh, a mystery. let's poke it! :D

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 yep! jack accidentally slips up in his snark one day and comments on gabe's sexy ass like "what tf kind of money did you spend on those stupid pants that they cling to your ass like they're painted on" or something and gabe is like lmao you been looking? ;3

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 omg jack

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 jack's been spending a lot of time examining gabe's crotch lately wondering about that D

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 jaaaaaaaaaaaack

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 he's very curious about all gabe's gadgets and their alternate uses

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 jack pls you're supposed to be fighting crime

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 jack gets himself into trouble and gabe saves his ass. gabe insists afterward that jack have some kind of homing beacon in case he ever gets in trouble

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 well, that's sweet of him. Gabe, you big softie. Saying that since Jack doesn't have any powers, it's only right Gabe look after him a bit. He doesn't understand the flash of bitterness on Jack's face, and mistakes it for envy.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 oh geez gabe you are pressing buttons you didn't even realize were there jack hates how much he wants to fuck gabe despite him being annoying as hell

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 lol they're both caught. XD stubborn fucks.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 gabe keeps wanting to like mother jack and jack hates it lmao does jack like have a job irl to make money he's gotta

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 yeah. i think he'd need one lol what if he ends up as Gabe's chauffer or something?

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 LOL YES he gets fired from his previous job of something classically superhero like working for a newspaper and he somehow stumbles into becoming gabe's driver it definitely helps that gabe is wildly attracted to him for some unknown reason

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 XD oh, hey--what if something bad goes down while he's out driving with Gabe one day, and Gabe is all about rushing in to help save the day and Jack, not realizing who his boss is and being afraid that he's going to get himself killed, uses his power to make Gabe drive to safety while he stays to deal w the bad guys

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 AHHH and gabe doesn't know who jack is either once he gets to safety he's like WHAT THE FUCK I JUST LEFT MY DRIVER IN DANGER he quickly gets into costume but by the time he gets there, jack is gone that soldier 76 guy is standing over all the bad guys who are completely beaten to hell

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Gabe is as serious as Jack's ever seen him when he comes dashing up demanding to know what happened to...Jack. XD

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 LOL jack is like what the fuck why does reaper care about. real me.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 oh shit! XD i forgot he was all reaper-y! X''''D fuck, dude, i think i need to turn in. i am Not With It tonight.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 awwwww

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 oh SHIT. yah. it's after 1. i DEFINITELY need to turn in.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 hugs

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;; hugshugs will ttyl <3<3<3

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 sleep well!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 you too.  =) night night

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 so reaper shows up to the crime thing but 76 has already taken care of it. reaper anxiously asks after the collateral damage and 76 gruffly assures him there were no innocent victims

reaper doesn't bother sticking around for banter, he's worried about his (handsome) driver. he rushes back home and changes back into gabriel and calls jack up

jack has to dash into a random alleyway and take off his mask to answer his cell phone XD

gabriel is all worried and asking if jack's hurt, says it's okay if he doesn't want to come into work tomorrow, apologizes for just driving off he's not sure what came over him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 omg and Gabe feels soooooooooo bad about it, honestly, and every word of apology is another stab of guilt for Jack

!! Gabe taking just a little advantage of the situation to use it as an excuse to offer to treat Jack to lunch. Jack starts to decline (bc of course he feels he shouldn't benefit in any way from what he did) but Gabe insists

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 ahhhhhh gabe treats him and jack is once again a little annoyed at gabe's sheer wealth. internally grumbles about these damn rich people

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 LOL YEP ahh they start talking and it's a little too east to banter jack has to keep reminding himself that gabe is his employer

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 meanwhile, Gabe sees him forgetting that and isn't about to throw out any reminders XD

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 hahahaha god gabe wants to sleep w him so bad LOL gabe has a crush on jack and jack has a crush on reaper

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 XD this feels like that ladybug show

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 YEP gabe tries to apologize again for leaving jack in danger and jack snaps at him to stop with that ahh accidentally "ordering" gabe to stop doing that. and gabe does.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 oooh. so, what if there's, like, a time limit to his powers? 24 hours or so? during which, the infatuation reamins high and people will still do what he says. that way, Jack can accidentally order him to stop (and get a LOVELY little reminder that he's still in charge of gabe) without him being unable to control that power he hates so much.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 AHH jack gets all freaked out and mumbles that he has to go

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 bc obvs, the "date" was only due to his powers

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 oh jaaack he hurries home and kicks a chair over

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 ;; Gabe gives it a couple days to let him have some space, and when things aren't unbearably awkward (somehow???) on the job and Jack doesn't quit, he asks him out to dinner. And Jack kinda shor circuits for a minute as he tries to remember if he mindfucked Gabe again and forgot about it.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 QoQ jack can't deny though. he has a thing for reaper and... gabe kinda reminds him of that....

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 lol jack. listen to that intuition of yours.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 XDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Jack being a bit nervous when he shows up for this date, trying to get past it by making a joke & asking if this is just for fun, or if he ought to look for another job. Gabe actually looks distressed over the idea.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 AWWW gabe gets kinda flustered and says no, no he really... wants to get to know jack better jack bluntly asks if he's looking to sleep together

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Gabe chokes on the sip he was taking.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 LOL THE ANSWER IS YES but instead he kinda splutters what?? jack shrugs and looks at him through his eyelashes

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Gabe tries to be both cautious--bc Jack IS his employee--and suave, and fails at both.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 awwww just kinda blurts out that jack is unfairly attractive and he'd really like to... know him better jack smirks which is REALLY UNFAIR and says "in the biblical sense, i assume"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 XD WHO IS IN CHARGE HERE??

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 XDDDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Gabe feels his control of the situation slipping away. he had planned this, had meant to charm Jack and put him at ease and invite him home after dinner for drinks and maybe something more, but Jack went and threw off his game and now he can't seem to catch up.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 awwww w gabe ahhhh but then something superhero related happens

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Jack internally cursing up a blue streak, Gabe seriously annoyed but also thankful in a way that he'll have a chance to try again on solid footing

lol what if one found out who the other was bc they got food poisoning which set in during the superheroing, and left them kinda fucked up the next day? what a lame way to expose your secret identity

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 XDDDDD i feel like i want gabe to be found out first bc he literally has a superhero lair.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 lol Reaper doubling over and raising a hand to his face, being so freaked out by the thought that if he doesn't get away fast enough he's going ot puke in his mask. XD and 76 offers to help out of actual concern and is waved off as Reaper lets slip it was probably something he ate. Then the next day, Jack hears from Gabe that some food poisoning fucked him up.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 LMAO jack puts together... rich... food poisoning... similar banter... the whole aesthetic... HOLY SHIT when he comes in to work he starts snooping and finds the lair

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 he'd be pissed if he wasn't really turned on his hot (potential) boyfriend is his arrogant rival

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 >:3c he's pretty psyched that the guy he wants to bone turns out to be the guy who wants to bone him soo why does he keep his own identity secret at this point bc he gotta

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 lol question! does Jack fine enough on his snooping to realize that Gabe doesn't actually have any powers?

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 oooooo yeah like finds all the gadgets and stuff

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 lol what if the nanites are semi intelligent, and he activates the swarm and they recognize him and sort of go into a harmless standby mode...and suddenly he's being followed around by Reaperbeans.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 YESS they cling to his ankles and chirp adorably

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 he's not a registered user, so he can't give hem any commands, but they spend so long patched into Gabe that his interest in Jack imprinted on them XD

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 XDDDDD gabe realizes someone's broken into his lair and runs in w a pistol at the ready but finds jack surrounded by beans

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Jack, with a cheeky wave: Hey, boss. Can I get a raise?

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Jack now thinks he has a perfect excuse to get away from Gabe when stuff goes down--bc of course Gabe is gonna want Jack to go someplace safe--and Jack figures he can just drive a little ways away and put on his hero costume. That plan is thwarted the first time such a situation comes up. Gabe actually comes around to the driver's side door & when Jack rolls down the window, Gabe grabs him by the tie and pulls him in for a kiss, then winks and makes some crack about keep ing the meter running and they'll pick up when he gets back.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH jack kinda gapes as gabe goes off to fight evil fuck. how bad of an idea is it to fight bad guys with a boner.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 .... not that it would be the first time lbr

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 he's SO FRUSTRATED bc he can't think straight enough to plan a good excuse for what to say if Gabe makes it back to the car before him, so he's STUCK

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 skcjnseckjn he decides it's..... probably fine if 76 doesn't show up this One Time....... gabe can take care of himself for one fight right? omg jack looking around at the tinted windows, then shamefully sinking lower in his seat and thinking about that kiss as he palms at his groin

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 XD sorry out of context, that seems slightly not the right reaction

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 XDDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 but i'd been thinking along the same lines--Jack getting himself even more worked up, so that when gabe comes back, he can't even comfortably drive elsewhere until they deal with his situation

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 YAY they clamber into the backseat and jack is for once REALLY glad gabe is rich bc the windows are impossible to see through from the outside

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Jack telling Gabe between breathless kisses 'don't you ever fucking leave me like that again' and Gabe is touched, 'cause awww, jack was concerned for his safety! <3 but really Jack just doesn't wanna miss out on the ass-kicking sort of action, either. XD

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 XDDDDDD he gives gabe a frequently interrupted lecture on making an exit like that and how it's NOT FAIR don't DO that JESUS and gabe is just kinda laughing and murmuring "well if it's gonna get this kinda reaction...." omg jack has to wear a driver's uniform right like a nice dark suit

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 PLEASE

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 ahhhhhh gabe gets it all messy and disheveled

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 with the cap

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 YES

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 and white gloves or is it black gloves? prolly black driving gloves.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 kajncsskjnc gabe gets him the absolute minimum undressed won't even let him take off the gloves jack is like YOU MADE ME WEAR THIS SHIT ON PURPOSE DIDN'T YOU. YOU LECHEROUS FUCK.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 THE GLOVES STAY lol for some reason, i really like the aesthetic of built dudes in tight black tees and gloves.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 me tooooo so does gabe apparently

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 he's got good taste in certain things, at least

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 XDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 pfft. Gabe makes Jack a custom uniform for the job. Something like this, but with nothing until about the third button. XD It's just a frame for his tits.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 AHAHAHA YES jack is like ARE YOU KIDDING ME I CAN'T BE SEEN LIKE THIS and gabe is like you. you already put it on without me even asking

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 XD Jack's like, well, yeah, now follow me to that stupid cliche room you have with the fireplace and the bearskin rug

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 LOL gabe commenting casually one day that it's been awhile since he saw his rival 76

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Jack freezes up briefly but obviously and hopes Gabe didn't notice.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 ahaha gabe thinks it's jealousy or something >:3c hip checks jack and teases him about it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 ooh...what if Jack, like, starts jokingly trash-talking 76 to kind of sound out Gabe's opinion of him? maybe even suggests that he's hiding a super power?

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 oooooooo

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Gabe's wondering where that idea came from, and Jack tries to shrug it off with something like 'well, you hear stuff' and he suggests that, if that was the case, it would have to be something pretty bad for him to hide it. He isn't prepared for Gabe to defend 76 and argue that even if he does have a superpower, maybe he just doesn't know how to utilize it for crime fighting.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 awwwwwww gabe's jokes that maybe it's something like the ability to make really yummy food or know how the plot of anything is going to end

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 XD Jack kinda basks in it and laughs along as Gabe makes up more and more ridiculous things bc he likes seeing Jack smile. Really, though, Jack is just enjoying these harmless hypotheticals. He's extra affectionate when they have sex later, kissing all along Gabe's jaw and neck, down his arms to his wrists where he turns Gabe's hand to kiss the inside of his wrist and the hollow of his palm. He goes slower than normal, enough that Gabe notices, and reaches out to cup Jack's face and ask him, with a hesitant smile and eyes that show he's trying not to think that something might be wrong, if Jack's okay. And Jack smiles for him, lips stretching wide and tight, eyes crinkling up and it's so strange how that expression almost makes him look like he's about to cry. But he just catches Gabe's hand and pulls it to his mouth for another soft kiss and murmurs into his palm that he's fine, everything is good.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 QOQ AHHHHHHH I'M EMOTIONAL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 <3

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 gabe keeps asking jack to move in with him but jack can't have that bc when he goes home is the only time he has to be 76 also he wouldn't be able to bring all his hero stuff with him to gabe's house and still expect to keep it secret

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 he can see that it hurts Gabe a bit every time he refuses, but he isn't ready to explain. the best he can do is just claim that he needs his space (Gabe's counter to that is that Jack can have a whole floor to himself if he wants), or joke weakly that at least this should prove he isn't after Gabe's money.

one night, as they're curled up and Gabe is dozing off, arms around Jack and lips against the top of his head, Jack asks quietly: '...what would you do if I had a superpower?'

Gabe stirrs and hugs him a bit tighter. 'somethin' you need t tell me, Jackie?'

He's so close to saying it. In that moment, with Gabe's warm arms holding him close, he feels safe. But the old fear comes back, and the knowledge that he's been lying by omission, and suddenly, this place he's found for himself seems terrifyingly fragile. 'Just a hypothetical,' he lies, pressing his face against Gabe's chest.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 JAKXNASKJCNASC AHHHHHHH okay now what we need is reaper and 76 fighting a bad guy together and reaper is in danger and soldier has no choice but to use his power

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 He tries to make it as subtle as possible, substituting 'put down your weapon' or 'surrender' with taunts. something like 'looking for a challenge? come get me.' and then running off so that he can manage where Reaper won't see.

but it's still a REALLY strange thing for the bad guy to do, and gabe didn't miss the change in his demeanor.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 dcjkasncbk gabe goes after him but 76 snaps at him to stay back and gabe finds himself just... doing it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 he would do anything for 76. and once 76 is gone, and Gabe has a moment for his head to clear a bit, he realizes that he felt that way once before...with Jack.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 KJSNCESCNJKAEKCHK

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 oh lord. what if, once Gabe knows about Jack's power, he starts to question how much of his feelings are real or if Jack's power caused him to feel that way.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 NOOOO first he sets out on investigating if jack is 76

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 if he looks into Jack's past, one of the last things he'll find before Jack appeared in the city is gonna be the camp.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 maybe Jack was among the last before it was shut down surrounded by scandal. there's a newspaper article where a parent of one of the kids who requested to remain anonymous claims that their child could control people's minds. they ask what they were supposed to do? how could anyone raise a child like that? Once Gabe's ready to confront Jack, he's also angry enough about being manipulated to lead with that. He tosses a copy of that article down in front of Jack with the anonymous quote highlighted, and just says: 'that's you, isn't it?'

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 OH GOD GABE THAT'S JUST GONNA TRIGGER JACK TO HELL AND BACK

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 okay. Jack TOOK CONTROL OF GABE'S MIND TWICE. Gabe isn't being particularly sensitive to Jack's feelings here, but I think he does have cause to be upset. XD

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 true XD but this will not be a fun time for jack's mental health he just kinda freezes and suddenly all the horrible memories from his childhood come rushing back

his face goes white and he nods distantly, staring at the picture of the camp in the newspaper

gabe doesn't know what to do at first. he'd expected jack to put up a fight. he'd thought he'd have to argue.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 Jack shakily trying to speak in a voice that comes out as a whisper, insisting that he didn't use it, that he didn't use it unless he had no choice. He claps a hand over his mouth at one point, looking like he's about to be sick. Gabe is Concerned.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 barely containing his anger, gabe asks jack why he never told him. jack shakes his head and retreats in on himself

gabe tries a different tactic. "you're... soldier 76, right?"

jack just keeps mumbling that he never used it, not unless he had to, he didn't mean to...

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 and at this point, Gabe is getting a bit scared, bc he's never seen Jack like this before.

He kneels and looks up into Jack's face, but whatever Jack's seeing, it isn't there in the room with him. Gabe's anger is shredded away as he thinks guiltily about the glossed-over mentions of abuse in the article about the camp. He hadn't looked any further into that, and he's starting to think that he compounded that initial mistake.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 hhhhhhhh gabe moves to touch jack's face but jack slaps his hand away violently. he looks small and scared.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 jeezus, what if they used to gag Jack so that he couldn't speak and use his power?

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 oh god DDD: what if his voice is all rough bc most of his childhood was spent silent

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 hey, that means we can knock a kink off his list for this one! :D

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 qoq yeah gabe keeps trying to get him to say something but jack's mouth can't seem to form words

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 first job is now to talk him down. after that will be time to rip him a new one. and possibly break up with him.

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 except as soon as jack snaps out of it, he beats gabe to it and shakily tells him he's leaving.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 gabe, you've lost the upper hand once again. Gabe tells him oh no the fuck he isn't, he's going to stay there and explain himself and Gabe is gonna let him have it. Gabe actually physically gets between Jack and the door, and Jack is visibly shaking. Desperate, he tells Gabe that he can make him move, but Gabe calls his bluff. 'Do it, then. I'll call you to account for that, too.'

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 "you wanna break up, right?" jack says, trying to sound angry and intimidating but failing miserably. "then we're done. let me out. i'll never bother you again."

sure, that might end up being the end game for them, but gabe doesn't like how jack is rushing to get there

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 'I don't know yet if that's what I want. You fucked up, Jack. No getting around it. And don't think I'm not fucking pissed at you over it. But I'm still willing to hear your side before throwing you out.'

'I can save you the trouble.'

firesonic152 - 11/01/2017 qOq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/01/2017 'If you're so dead set on leaving, then why am I still standing in your way?'

He watches Jack crumple, and has to keep a rein on his pity. Just because Jack isn't taking advantage right now doesn't mean he was right to in the past.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 'Why, Jack?' He's a bit surprised that the question is the first thing that comes out, but Jack answers.

'He was going to kill you.'

'But once the immediate danger was past, you stopped me.'

He shrugs, looking like a man condemned. 'Once I'm using it, it's hard to focus the effects. It only lasts a day, and it begins to wear off when I'm not around.'

He isn't making excuses, and Gabe presses. 'What about the first time?'

'I didn't know you were Reaper. I didn't want you to get hurt.'

'Have there been any other times you've done it to me?'

'No. I swear.'

ughhh. i think i need to turn in.

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 QoQ I'M SO UPSET

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 it could prolly be worse. we can re-work this bit to make it worse tomorrow, if you want.

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 oh god. thanks XDDD this one is your fault btw

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 how tf is this MY fault???

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 you made it angsty lmao

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 i did no such thing. my thought for big plot point was to have one of the directors of the camp show up in town w more research and tech and a program promising to remove superpowers--sort of like a reverse SEP. and Jack recognizes the dude immediately and gets super aggressive and angry about him.

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 LOL well we can still do that

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 lol tomorrow. also, don't let me forget about Jack being tempted to use the serum or whatevs on himself

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 OH GOD hugs go to bed XD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 hugs night night =u= <3

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 jack takes an offensive stance and says, "gabriel. i'm not going to order you. but i'm leaving and if that means i have to fight you, i will."

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! What if Jack, like, for serious leaves? Leaves Gabe's house, leaves the whole city. Goes on the move doing his 76 thing. Gabe had let him go thinking they could both take some time, then talk things out and figure out what it meant for them, but Jack just completely disappears on him.

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 omg QoQ he tries to visit Jack's house only to find someone else moved in there. Jack won't pick up the phone. He next hears about 76 being sighted across the country

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 Now the quandary is: use ridiculous wealth to chase down exboyfriend who can mind control him (but who Gabe really misses) or not?

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 Isn't that always the question XDD At first he's kinda pissed at Jack for just up and bolting but the more he lets it stew, the more he gets worried and lonely can Gabe get kidnapped or something and Jack comes back for him ??

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 lol one the local chapters of the gang 76 has been tormenting is all: 'hey, remember when Reaper & 76 used to hang around a lot? Let's grab Reaper & use him as bait.'

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 LOL ahh what if there's a group that like figured out 76's ability and wants to use it for themselves coughs// talon doomfist is v smart after all

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 lol

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 doomfist like straight up overpowers reaper and holds him hostage

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 jack's gonna be soooooooooo pissed

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 yeppp

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 he tried SO HARD

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 and doomfist like takes measures to make sure 76 can't use his power against them like special noise canceling ear plugs and pre-recorded messages and shit so yeah jack shows up kinda vaguely aware that this is 100% a trap but not really caring he puts up a fight and takes out all the grunts without too much trouble but doomfist is another story lmao and doomfist was kind enough to allow gabe to watch this entire thing. gabe is Dying.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 of embarrasment for having been turned into the bait? did one of hte grunts hang a sign around his neck that read bait?

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 LMAO he's like beaten tf up and his pride is in shambles and now jack's fucking taking the bait like an idiot doomfist beats jack up and keeps taunting jack about how he's wasting his powers

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 .......... what if jack like after the blow up with gabe he can't get rid of his powers but someone could get rid of him

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 QOQ he just wants to make sure that gabe can get out and then...

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 so he just lets Doomfist do what he's doing and kick the crap out of him. lol what if one of the Reaperbeans followed him? And Jack figures it can get Gabe out while he creates a diversion (read: gets himself beaten to death)

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 qOq gabe hates seeing jack get the shit kicked out of him but he manages to escape with the help of the reap bean and figures now they can get out together but. jack doesn't follow.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 in true dramatic fashion, is there a bomb somewhere, or are we skipping that cliche? XD

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 LOL like just as he gets out there's an explosion and he thinks jack is dead kind of cliche??

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 maybe even Jack brings the bomb and he's gonna take out Talon's leader (& himself, no biggie)

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 jkdnskcnxmvs HOW DOES JACK SURVIVE

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 the reaperbeans flock to his stupid ass. Gabe has to dig him out of the rubble and get him home.

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 skajdnakf jack is all fucked up and unconscious. gabe drags him home and jack is PISSED when he wakes up ((pissed at the fact that he did wake up mostly))

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 gabe greets him with a "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING." jack just glares at him and rolls over, unwilling to say anything to him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 'It's what you thought, too, isn't it?' Jack grumbles. 'That a power like mine shouldn't exist? Couldn't agree more.' He curls tighter into a ball, unwelcoming of anger or concern.

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 gabe finally realizes that nobody could hate jack's power more than jack himself ? |D

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 AND KNOWING IS HALF THE BATTLE

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 it suddenly hits him that jack set the bomb he thought it was talon even though it didn't really make much sense

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 Gabe feels like someone just knocked the wind out of him. 'Jesus, Jack,' he breathes. He wants so badly to reach out, but this is they first time they've been together since Jack picked up and left town. He isn't sure what's allowed. Hesitantly, expecting Jack to lash out or bolt, he runs his fingers lightly down Jack's arm. When he gets no mor response than a shiver, he sets his palm against Jack's shoulder and strokes soothingly up and down.

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 knee jerk reaction was to finally have Jack break down into tears & Gabe climbs into bed behind him to hold him thorugh it. but. dunno if that really fits

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 i want him to accidentally tell gabe to back off with his Command Voice and then collapses even more in on himself

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 y u do this?

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 like as soon as he says it and gabe moves back, jack's like "NO no fuck no i didn't mean...."

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 if Jack can't control it, then it's going to be an on going problem, though. Like, what's gonna happen when they fuck? Gabe would do him a mischief if he couldn't keep from obeying Jack shouting out deeper-harder-faster

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 hhhhhhhhh now there's a thought * w *

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 oh my god

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 jack just losing it while gabe fucks him and all his pleading driving gabe insane, something thrilling about the fact that he'd obey anyway but he can't refuse asdjsjbvh

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 you are gonna do him a mischief Gabe goes so hard he snaps Jack's spine lol

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 jesussss i feel like half the problem though is that he just denies his powers altogether so he has no idea how to stop them either HE NEEDS TO FACE HIS FEARS AND ALL THAT

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 pls imagine gabe laughing so hard he can't breathe bc jack yells at his avatar in mario cart to go faster as if that will actually work

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 LMAO AHAHAH

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 anyways. Jack can't control his powers. Gabe has seen how much Jack hates his power, and he loves him and is going ot trust that Jack won't turn it against him on purpose, or continue using it once he has--but they DEFINITELY need to have a talk. ((haha remember the one we did where gabe was a useless demon and almost burned down his kitchen trying to make soup for jack and also he had no bowls to put the soup in?))

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 LMAO THAT ONE WAS FUN and yes they need to talk Okay so Jack and gabe need to talk about his powers and they're finally getting somewhere maybe and then the scientist guy shows up w ideas on how to get rid of someone's power

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 AND OFF JACK GOES!

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 He hates the concept but. In his case it really would make his life way easier. so he secretly makes an appointment with the guy

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 AND IT'S ONE OF THE ASSHOLES FROM THE CAMP

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 YEP oh god the guy like recognizes him too and is super polite and nice and being like "ah child I'm so glad we can finally help you" and shit and all those old feelings of wanting to be anyone but himself come bubbling up to the surface for Jack

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 ; ;

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 he keeps it together for the consultation but afterwards he starts thinking about his parents and falls apart a little

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 TT^TT goes out and gets drunk off his ass.

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 Hhhh Gabe gets a call from the bar to come pick him up

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 he keeps asking what set thi off, bc usually Jack can at least cut himself off and make it home (they live together now!!), but Jack refuses to say

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 HHHH Jack's primary defense mechanism in this one is to shut up. It's what he's used to.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 you're killin me dude

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 qwq Gabe just wants Jack to talk to him about things. He doesn't know why Jack shuts down and won't say anything He understands Jack's whole self-loathing deal but this particular defense mechanism is such a break from how Jack usually is

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 so how does he get Jack to talk? Or does he hear about the supposed cure and seek out the guy offering it when he realizes that the name was one of the ones he came across while looking into Jack's past?

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 Maybe the guy calls the house to follow up on the consultation and gabe is like WTF

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 oooh. that one. so, are we playing this guy as honestly regretful of the way that camp was handled but still thinking powers are impure and best to be avoided/elliminated? or is he manipulative and a bit evil?

just curious about whether he would tell Gabe a little bit about what happened to Jack when he was younger.

Jack needs fukkin therapy, dude.

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 he does lmao I think this guy is evil/manipulative but genuinely believes he's doing right ya know

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/02/2017 lays it on thick with 'Jack's case was severely mishandled when he was younger, but from our talk earlier, it was obvious that he's in the right mindset. We're here to work with him now, not silence him.'

firesonic152 - 11/02/2017 GABE HAS SO MANY QUESTIONS Like "silence him?" What's with that specific wording...

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/03/2017 ugh that specific wording is proof that i'm no longer ay good with braining today. maybe he assumed that Gabe knew about what happened to Jack and he was trying to convince him that this is what Jack wants. i'mma go ahead and turn in night night <3<3<3

firesonic152 - 11/03/2017 Yeah exactly !! That wording tips Gabe off Ahhhhh good night <33

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/03/2017 :sparkling_heart:

firesonic152 - 11/03/2017 gggghh i was thinking again about jack like being forcibly silent as a kid and like. depending on how early it started he could have had so many developmental delays regarding speech skjfnesfkj

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/03/2017 something to check out when i've got a bit more time later today, sort of find a quick reference about how that might affect someone. in the maentime, him being so rude all the time (and preferring texts) might stem from odd speech patterns--if he's mean, people won't want to talk to him so much, and it just became a habit over the years.

firesonic152 - 11/03/2017 QoQ also just. general lack of good social skills ^^;; sometimes he just pronounces words wrong and tends to overreact to being corrected

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/03/2017 well, yeah. XD like, it just started out as being defensive over his speech, and got worse with time as being rude got him what he wanted: less expectations that he talk to people. aww...poor isolated Jack. ;;

firesonic152 - 11/03/2017 q-q hhh this is the shit I'm studying I'm excited about this LOL Not this specific kind of case obviously but I am taking a class on language disorders and shit

[formerly-rosaline]

About Rose

I’m not sure if I already have one of these, and I can’t find a template to make one, so I’m just gonna shoot my shot and do my best here.

Full name: Rosaline Pearl Sirena Draconus Durant

Time and place of birth: Wednesday, April 1st, 1992 at 3:01am (the witching hour) in the Touro Infirmary Hospital of New Orleans, Louisiana.

Zodiac: Aries sun (fire), Pisces moon (water), Aquarius rising/ascendant (air). Pisces, Aquarius, and Capricorn (earth) dominate her natal chart. Monkey (water). Alder tree. Red hawk/falcon. 

Species explanation and list: Came about through ritual as well as conception originally; her soul collects more species each time she’s born (reincarnated) to non-human souls. Her soul is fragmented, there are more Roses throughout the world of different names. She only inherits certain traits from each species. She is predominantly draconic, sirenic, and succubic. Rose also has some wolf/lycanthrope, vampire (tribrid - blood, energy, and sexual separate from the succubus), banshee, Valkyrie (last life as one), Amazonian, basilisk (possibly only for this life), fairy, human, and possibly more - she doesn’t know everything just yet. Without feeding, her abilities become even more drastically limited. 

Characteristics: Abilities may begin in childhood, but Rose’s memories don’t begin to resurface until teenhood and young adulthood. She may also repress her memories, furthering the process, in attempts at normalcy. Jack of all trades. Artist, but not in the layman usage of the word - dancer, singer, creative writer, musician. STEM major, always good at STEM. Linguaphile; often multilingual. Current fluencies: English and French, with some German, Spanish, Latin, Greek, Korean, and Russian. Much of her interest in languages and ability to learn them rapidly stems from former lives. Very pensive and philosophic, a stoic in the regular sense of the word but an existentialist in practice. 

Favorites: 

Fast food: Whataburger

Ice cream: chocolate chip cookie dough

Sushi: eel

Starburst: pink

Jolly Rancher: blue

Color: every shade of blue

Feature: her eye color

Dish at Olive Garden: The Tour of Italy

Italian dish: Alfredo anything

Asian dish: Japchae

Steak: Medium rare filet mignon

Eggs: over easy

Pizza topping: pineapples

Comfort food: macaroni and cheese

Wine: Riesling

Thanksgiving dish: Stuffing

Ice cream topping: mochi or cookie dough

Alcoholic drink: Scotch

Starbucks drink: Chai latte, affogato

Harry Potter film: Deathly Hallows part 2, but book is Goblet of Fire

Marvel movie: Avengers Infinity War

Beatles Song: Hey Jude

Instrument: drums

Band: Snow Patrol 

Person: George Lewis

One Hit Wonder: Cars by Gary Numan

Beach: Pfeiffer Beach, Los Padres National Forest, California

Animal: goat

Season: fall

Thing about a rainy day: staying in

Flower: Lily. Seriously. Don’t fucking buy her roses, it’s not funny.

Sea creature: her damn self

Winter sport: luge

Fairy tale: Vasilisa the Beautiful 

Eye color: green

Day of the week: Saturday

Way to relax: hot bath

Thing to do: make others smile

Mental disorders: PTSD (doesn’t deal with her past traumas, emotionally detached, dissociates regularly), bipolar disorder. Eating disorders, elaborated on at the end of this post to prevent triggering. Substance abuse disorder (alcoholism and more).

Abilities: generally, able to do much by pure will and thought. “If looks could kill,” incarnate. Some technopathy. Outbursts of preternatural strength. Slight elemental control, minor mind control. Communication with entities beyond the veil despite her attempts to shut them out. Astral projection. 

More abilities and characteristics, positive and negative, by species:

1. Dragon: old soul/wise beyond her years, increased intelligence, heightened senses, increased empathy and strength, stronger persuasion via a golden tongue, foresight or future-delving. Manipulation, word twisting, speaking in riddles. Strong debater. Bloodthirsty. Intensely greedy. Power hungry. Delusions of grandeur. Arrogant. Pansexual. Extroverted. Stubborn and/or hard-headed. So cold you’d bet she’s anemic. Close-minded. TOO LOUD. She wants your heart, but on a GOLDEN platter; she’ll never love you. You are so beneath her, who the fuck do you think you are? Enemy of the siren. Fiercely loyal to those who have earned it. Family is the most important thing. Money can buy happiness, and it has for her. Warmest smile. Tacky bitch. Really good at Words with Friends, Scrabble, fighting you, chess. Wants you to succeed in life, and gives you unsolicited advice on how to do it all the time. Annoying. Always has an upset tummy. Does she have IBS? Beyond the veil: red with orange eyes. Your typical bigass crimson red dragon, will breathe fire on you. Her kind is less prevalent than they once were.

2. Siren: leads people astray readily. Seduction. Outright deception. Enticement and intimidation via a silver tongue. Increased strength and agility. Strong swimmer. Telepathy with other sirens. Enemy of the dragon. Brutal bitch. Savage, almost feral at times. Ambivert. Manipulative. Intensely maternal. Your mom friend to the extreme. Loving. Pansexual. Invasive. Monster. Might eat your liver in the pool. Always too hot. God, that voice, let’s hope you never hear it. Opera. SUSHI!!!!. Friendly, communal even, but only with those she considers family. Too good for pop music unless it’s Ariana Grande; increased hearing, gets audio overload at any normal volume. Subtitles, please. Can’t fucking understand English to save her life. Will teach you sirenic, but you can’t speak it. Whistle notes. LOWER YOUR FUCKING VOICE. Half-naked, huge tits. Firm hugger. Beyond the veil: ugly ass deep sea thing you never want to see, but her Venetian red tail is pretty... Second, translucent eyelid. Sirens of the sea are populating as rampantly as always, given the content of the earth which is saltwater. Avoids all of her kind to protect one she loves.

-Unpopular with both dragons and sirens due to some old war. These two species are most dominant.

3. Succubus: a touch that can manipulate, seduce, control, compel. Feeding, starving. Glamour. Conceited. Preppy bitch. Sarcastic. A gaslighter. Manipulative. Extroverted. PANSEXUAL, literally doesn’t care, will fuck you, don’t let her. Fake. Craves you. Enemy of the siren. She’s that overly sexual friend where you can never really tell whether they’re kidding or really trying something with you, you know? She’ll never tell, either. Got that?? Fear her. Run; she will definitely fuck your brains out and fucking eat you, God she’s fucking starving. RUN. Don’t give her a drink, and so help you if she gets to three or more. There is no God; God is dead, she has killed him, she drained his chi. RUN AWAY: fucking demonic. Don’t let her in. She made sure no one is here to help. Don’t look at them. They won’t help you; they’re under her control. You will be too. Beyond the veil: Horns. Tail. Wings. Greyish-purple all over, even her eyes; looks like a gargoyle. She doesn’t eat enough to pigment, and who cares? Glamour will make her perfect anyway. Finds feeding unethical. Slip-ups happen, though; I’m coming for you.

4. Wolf: increased agility, strength, and durability. Heightened stamina, senes. Increased stamina. Fast healing. Telepathy with other wolves. FIERCELY loyal. Respectful. Hungry. Bloodthirsty. Feral. Beast. Aching in her soul and bones. Titanium. Sushi. Friendly and communal all the time. Pansexual. Major ambivert. Audio overload too. Will cry if someone raises their voice from across a room. You’re too boomy. Stop that. Will kill anyone who makes you shed a tear. Don’t let her. Specifically tell her not to while you are crying. She will do it, I swear. Alpha bitch. Beyond the veil: albino Eurasian wolf, mistaken for an Arctic wolf. Icy grey eyes. Her kind is dead; those eyes show it. What’s an alpha without a pack? Heartbroken. 

5. Valkyrie: Literally wishing to death, has to stop herself from it because it’s so easy. Planting doubt in the minds of the steadfast and resolute. Asexual. Will give you hallucinations. Manipulative. Spooky bitch. Might want you dead, might not. Don’t cross her or she’ll imagine you to eternal slumber. You won’t be in Valhalla, either.

6. Amazonian: Increased strength. Tracker. Skilled with weapons. Will navigate. Misandry. Lesbian. Introverted. Feminist bitch. Will stab you.

7. Banshee: Future-delving. A screech that will drive you mad and physically harm you only when members of inhuman royalty are dying. Introvert. Asexual. Beyond the veil: Blind as a bat, deaf as a white cat. Only sees the astral world in her head. Just looks like herself minus the white eyes. Only brought out by screaming, and terrified the entire time, but can remain after. Will cough or vomit blood for a while after screaming. Can’t control it. Scared bitch. Voice may not return to normal for weeks. Enemy of the siren. Prefers to, and sometimes must remain after screaming, mute. Cannot sign. Can see and feel your energy.

8. Basilisk: Increased ability to intimidate. Muted. Affinity for reptiles. No other abilities or notable change. Beyond the veil: she cannot turn into the giant snake of lore, nor turn to stone. If looks could kill, she would just kinda spook you. Literally just herself. Angry bitch.

9. Fairy: No increased abilities but she’s cuter and has more of a sweet tooth. Vocal change to higher pitch. Please give her Jaffa cakes, hot tea, and head pats. Beyond the veil: a tiny, wingless fairy of greens, golds, and purples. Don’t let the look fool you. Evil bitch. 

10. Vampire: Increased sense of hearing and smell. Bloodlust. Ability to compel. Seduction. Extrovert. Clean freak. If there's no blood on her, it's like she never did it. Feeds on the environment around her, including people, naturally. Constantly tries to keep that shut off. Wants very badly to eat you. Hungry bitch.

Sometimes she wakes up a certain species, sometimes situations or location bring them out. Sometimes the need to feed or emotions will cause certain species to rush to forefront. This is akin to having different personalities, but it’s all her. 

Face Claims: 

-Young Adult (main): Penelope Mitchell, The Vampire Diaries, The Curse of Downers’ Grove, Hemlock Grove.

-Adult: Jennifer Morrison, House, Once Upon a Time, Star Trek.

-Teenage: Jenny Boyd, Legacies, Hex, Viking Quest.

-Child: Emily Alyn Lind, Revenge, Enter the Void, J. Edgar.

Physically in this realm: curly blonde, cornflower-eyed, average height (around 5′6″), girl next door but relatively average appearance, with multiple piercings (nipples, several ear piercings, and belly). Birth mark on the top of her left breast.

TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDERS, SELF HARM:

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She has a highly fluctuating weight (between 114 and 178) due to eating disorders - anorexia nervosa restrict type and bulimia nervosa binge purge type. Sheuses exercise, laxatives, suppositories, etc rather than the usual purging. Faint cut scars adorned her thighs and left wrist; she had them tattooed to cover them but the white lines still showed. There was a flower over the wrist, a portrait of a fox on her right thigh, and a portrait of a Renaissance-era woman on her left. There were cigarette burns inches below the Renaissance woman and the flower tattoo. There was another one midway on her outer right forearm.

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