#also calling whatever he was doing to dominic not flirting...naive

[keefechambers]

some innocent (probably) man on reddit: [dante reyes] can't be gay we only see him flirt with isabel

my brother in christ gay men can be creepy and disrespectful of women's bodily autonomy in ways you can't even imagine

[lebenspurpur]

slashers with a very innocent, tooth-rotting sweet s/o?

An innocent, sweet S/O:

AN: I do realize that that has been sitting in my asks forever and I apologize greatly.

Warnings: Swearing, mentioned NSFW but in an SFW context??, it's a slasher post y'all... you know what I mean?, not proofread

Wordcount: 1933 words

the boots-... and the hair-

Michael Myers

Michael used to hate people like you. Naive little bastards, believing that everyone has a good side. Bullshit. Michael doesn't have a good side, he thought that was clear.

The first time he saw you, he wanted to ruin you, ruin that horrible sweetness inside of you. It made him sick, seeing you smile at people, greet them with your tender words, hugs, and touches.

But then, when you spotted him in front of your house, his tall, ominous figure looming over yours, you smiled at him. And you invited him in. How naive.

Michael didn't get himself to kill you, this was the first nice act someone directed at him in ages.

You gave him food, you stitched him up when he got hurt, you let him sleep in your house for god's sake. Michael was astonished, to say the least.

Nowadays, every thought of killing you has vanished, he can't even think about it without shaking his head. You're his and he has to protect you from whatever danger there is.

That doesn't mean he likes your naive, sweet way, hell, nothing pisses him off more than that. Don't you know behavior like this could get you killed?

However, be sweet towards him and he'll glare, trying so desperately to hide how much he loves it. He loves the way you make him feel. And he hates that he loves it.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent isn't used to sweetness. Neither his parents nor Bo could be considered sweet people.

You're a welcome change in Vincent's life, the color to his monochrome canvas if you know what I mean.

Your sweet and innocent personality makes him feel dominant and protective. He wants to shield your character from this harsh world, protect it so it doesn't falter.

He loves the praise and compliments that come with your character, even if they make him flustered.

His heart swells every time he sees that sweet smile of yours, and it breaks every time Bo destroys it. He'd literally do anything to see it again.

He kind of views you as a cure from his pretty depressing lifestyle, and he'll really do anything to keep that "cure" happy and healthy.

Bo Sinclair

Congrats, Bo always used to hate sweet people.

Optimism and "nice" personalities are a plague in Bo's mind.

You are his only exception even if you tend to frustrate him sometimes.

Somehow, the sweet personality you have makes him feel more loved than something else.

Basically, Bo being with you makes him realize that love is more than sex and teasing.

Before you, he didn't even believe someone could ever love him. But here you are, chirping a sweet "Welcome home, darling." when he comes home, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

He feels like a high school flirt when you're around. Bad boy Bo and his sweet, naive Y/N. *Visibly shaking his head*

Vincent sometimes teases him about it. You can't even really call it teasing. He just spots his twin and you laying on the couch while you press little kisses on his cheeks, calling him cheesy pet names and he can't control the cheeky grin. Bo literally nearly explodes with annoyance whenever it happens.

Lester Sinclair

Your personality fits perfectly with his. He's kind of sweet too, helpful, and that matches well with your character.

You two are like high school sweethearts, gazing at each other with love in your eyes. Bo hates it.

Lester does his hardest to treat you the best he can. Cute little dates to which he even wears suits? Yeah, he'll do that for you.

He also loves getting pampered by you. Imagine the typical scene where you fix his tie for him? Lester just fucking melts. He can not deal with how sweet that is.

I have this feeling that your whole aesthetic would fit the "40s relationship that's filled with compliments, little acts of kindness and soft kisses". This might not make any sense but kind of like this aesthetic:

Just cute little things, ya know?

Baby Firefly

Baby is sweet too, just in her very own way.

Her sweetness is more... wild and free whereas you're more calm and tender. But honestly, it fits very well.

The two of you are so adorable together, walking around holding hands, probably sharing candy or something.

The Firefly's all, except Grandpa and Otis, really like you. They're convinced you match perfectly with their little girl.

Baby's favorite things to do with you are sky-gazing or just other cute little things. Doing each other's makeup is always a very exciting occasion for her.

While Baby doesn't necessarily seem like it, she's very protective. It shows whenever there's actual danger approaching. Her cheerful attitude drops really fast when she notices possible dangerous behavior towards you.

She just really, really likes you, man. Don't break her heart, please.

Otis Driftwood

Let's be honest here, Otis only got close to you because he thought you were easy to manipulate.

Sweet people are weak people in his mind.

He didn't mean to actually fall in love with you. Fuck, how did that even happen?

Otis literally hates how he feels about you.

So, therefore, it takes him a long time to confess, or even digest it.

He acts like he hates the way you act towards him, but to be honest, by the time you two start dating, every single hateful feeling has left him.

It's like the typical "gruff-angry-asshole-falls-for-sweet-adorable-reader" story.

Otis is very protective. He would be if you weren't sweet too, but since you are, it's going through the roof.

Billy Loomis

Billy thinks you'd match well with the "personality" he made for himself. The "mask" he wears all the time.. if you know what I mean.

The man behind the mask, though? Uh, he doesn't think so.

You're too good for him, too innocent, too... sweet.

Once you two are a thing, he's very worried he'll accidentally destroy that sweetness that he's grown to love. After all, his real personality is very different from the acted one.

He loves the pet names. He won't show it though.

You remind him of his mom.

He likes to tease you every now and then, make fun of your sweet character in a way. Billy doesn't want to be mean, it's just how he is.

Stu Macher

Stu loves it but in a kind of sadistic way.

He likes to tease too, making you flustered, and then laugh about your reddened cheeks.

He likes to think that he's the bad boy to your sweet character. I don't think people see him as a typical bad boy but oh well, he tries.

It's kind of a contest of who can out-sweet the other. You usually win because Stu is busy admiring you with lovey-dovey eyes.

You're very grounding to him. If he's feeling too hype, or too restless, you're there to help him back down to earth.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms would find it adorable if he wasn't so god damn horny all the time.

If he's not trying to get in your pants, he enjoys it, your sweet and kind nature. You're perfect nanny material, and that's all Brahms ever wanted.

Especially pet names and sweet little affectionate touches. Brahms could literally melt whenever you softly pat his head or massage his shoulders.

So many roleplay ideas.

Make sure to not give in to everything he's begging you for. The wall child needs some serious supervision.

He likes the aesthetic of you being his adorable spouse, though you often remind him that he, being the dirty manchild he is, wouldn't fit into that picture. He always pouts. It works well to make him take a bath though.

Josef

Josef is astonished at your sweetness. How can you manage to be intelligent, know how shit life is, and still be like this?

Call him any pet name and he fucking melts. He is literally blushing, looking down, and scratching his beard. If you tease him about it, he turns even redder.

Random acts of affection? Hell yeah. Josef's heart grows with every kiss you press on his cheek, every lingering touch you place on his shoulders.

He is very gentle with you, scared that his lifestyle might ruin you in some way. You're like a fairy, a myth, he doesn't want that to be destroyed.

Your innocent, sweet personality and his confused, mature one fit very well. He prides himself on the fact that you're his, and all your sweet acts are directed towards him as well.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas fucking adores it.

You're so sweet, so kind, so different from the people he's met thus far. You're just what he needed.

Thomas is the type of man to cry when he thinks about how much he doesn't deserve you. Which is bullshit. But he does it anyway.

Pet names, slowly easing into a relationship, incredibly sweet and innocent moments shared between the two of you, Thomas lives for it.

Luda is very proud of you too. She thinks you and her son fit together like a lock and a key.

Also very protective. Your innocent character only intensifies that.

What can I say, sweet and innocent is perfect for Tommy.

Amanda Young

Amanda loathes you at first.

Your kind of people were the ones she hated most. Those were the ones that looked at her with pity in their eyes, happy to not be in her situation.

She doesn't know how she managed to fall for you, or how she still manages to enjoy it.

It hits her sometimes, when you bring her something to eat, pressing a kiss on her temple, and Amanda smiles at you adoringly. How did this happen?

She's grown to find your personality very grounding and calming. With a lifestyle as dangerous and stressful as hers, every bit of sweetness and innocence is needed. Amanda just took a while to figure that out.

She'll show emotion way quicker now. Your character just makes her feel safe. Crying in from of you somehow doesn't feel revolting.

Physical touch from you is her favorite hobby.

Jason Vorhees

Oh, Jason absolutely adores it.

You're literally, and I'm not kidding, the perfect partner for him.

To start a relationship with Jason, you have to start slow and your sweet, endearing nature is perfect for that.

Jason is so easy to fluster. He blushes even if you just smile at him.

He really does love your smile.

He makes you little gifts. A bunch of wildflowers, something he carved out of wood, a dreamcatcher he made himself. Anything, really. It's his way of thanking you for being with him, caring for him.

He just knows his mom would have loved you. And that makes him even happier.

Asa Emory

Asa switches between wanting to destroy you and adoring that sweet nature of yours.

In a way, your character is nice, grounding, and comforting. However, there's a part inside of Asa that just wants to torture that sweetness out of you.

He'll get over it, hopefully.

He just needs to learn how to be tender, and sweet, he hasn't done that in a while. He totally can, if you actually mean anything to him.

He likes the pet names even if he insists he doesn't.

The domestic life wasn't something he thought he'd enjoy until you came long. With you by his side, he actually enjoys being home.

Very protective as well. Asa is capable of a lot of things, and whoever hurt you will experience every single one of them.

[kiame-sama]

🍋 Bunny- Yandere!Adult-Trio x Chubby!Gentle!Reader Lemon

Hello my lovies~! Here is the Adult-Trio for all of you (Chrollo, Hisoka, Illumi).

Note: I do NOT and NEVER will support rape. These are stories so keep them that way. Force play is acceptable, forcing someone is rape.

Warnings; Non-con, Dub-con, consensual lemons and limes. Poly/ Harem style relationships. Hisoka's perverted nature. Illumi's absolute lack of social skills. Chrollo's manipulation tactics. Reader is sub to all three. Dom! Adult-trio. Conversations with the Zoldyck family, and the Phantom Troupe. Much confusion. Protective, Sadistic, and Obsessive yanderes. Likely to be longer than usual chapters. All three are hung like a horse.

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You sat on Chrollo's lap as he rest his chin on your shoulder, holding a book in front of the two of you with one hand. His arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you caged against his bare chest. His warmth seeping through your clothes, his jacket laying over your front like a blanket.

It was nearing the end of a job for the Phantom Troupe and most had gone off without a hitch. The only 'issue' that came up were the incessant questions from the Troupe.

Chrollo had never told them he had a significant other, and surely you would tell them more than their stoic leader. Uvogin was likely the worst about it, closely followed by Nobunaga, then Machi. But all of them were curious about you regardless.

Chrollo would allow them to ask their questions until they took too much of a flirting tone, then a single glance from him sends them away. They figure that he must be furious if he was willing to tear his eyes away from his book. Problem is, he considers anything other than questions involving him as some kind of flirting.

"Since when do you have a girlfriend!?"

"... I'm his fiancé..."

"You're getting married!? How long have you two known each other?"

"A while."

"What-? Where did you even come fr-"

Uvogin quickly fell silent as those intense steel eyes locked with his. Okay. Off-limits question.

It didn't take too long for the Troupe to catch the hint that their leader wanted some space so they quickly backed off, giving him some much needed room.

"They didn't even notice."

"Ch-Chrollo... I said I didn't want to..!"

"Shh... No one will ever know. You have to stay quiet though, or else they'll figure out what we've been doing. I just want to feel you for a bit, it doesn't have to be for very long."

You bit down on your lip as his unoccupied hand rest beneath his jacket, silently rubbing your exposed heat. He had been for a while now. It was a good thing the troupe explained away your blush due to nerves.

It didn't take much movement from him to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your thighs until you were exposed enough for him to tease you. He hadn't turned the page in a long time, likely due to the book only being a front to throw off the troupe. You stifled a whimper, slightly arching your back.

"Chrollo..!"

"(Y/n), I promise you, they won't catch us. So long as you keep that beautiful voice of your's quiet, they will never know."

"... Promise?"

"I swear to you."

You didn't respond to his reassurance to keep the scandalous behavior secret from the others. He took your silence as a 'yes' and deftly unbuttoned his pants, sliding you back by your hips to rub your soft pussy against his aching cock. You had no idea how on earth you were supposed to be quiet with that monstrous length being stuffed into you. Sometimes you couldn't help but shiver in anticipation, knowing what a stretch it was taking his entire length into you.

Chrollo lightly kissed your shoulder, lowering your hips and allowing gravity to help him sink into you. Your entire body tensed at the almost painful intrusion, sitting as still as possible to get used to it. Deep breaths from the male behind you drew your attention to how still he was sitting. He was typically unable to remain still for so long, but it seemed like he was being patient today.

"I'm going to start thrusting just a bit... I need to feel your tight walls massage my cock."

"But, Chrollo..!"

"You can't expect me to sit completely still while buried to the hilt in my most precious treasure."

"They'll notice..!"

He hummed and the book began to faintly glow in his hands before a kind of bubble shield wrapped a full dome around the two of you with at least a 10ft radius. It must be a skill he stole... But what did it do?

"Now they won't see us. All they see is an innocent couple cuddling. They can still hear us, so stay quiet, but now I can bend you over this pillar and pound you into the ground like I want to."

"Chrollo, you said you just wanted to feel for a bit, not a full session..!"

"You're always so naive, I can't help but deceive you just to see how much you still trust me."

"But-"

Your whimpering complaint was cut off sharply by his lips firmly pressed into your own, his hips now bucking up roughly into you. There was no choice but to keep your lips locked with his to keep all of the moans inside. The jacket falling from your shoulders as he used his free hand to pull up your shirt and bra, allowing your chest to bounce freely.

He broke the intimate kiss and bent you over the fallen pillar, as promised. You began panting helplessly as his thrusts forced all of the air out of your lungs, nails digging into the chipped stone. You had to put your head down to try and muffle the noises that were fighting to get out of you.

Your body began to shake as he continued to bury himself into you, keeping one hand firmly on the book to keep the illusion from disappearing.

"Mmm~ I do love riding you like this... Do they do it too? Can they ride you to the point you're drooling and a complete mess?"

"N-no..! Only you..."

Trying to keep your voice from squeaking out or getting louder as you responded to the black-haired male. He was right, he was best at riding you like this in comparison to the other two.

"Only me."

You bit harshly on your hand, feeling that burning coil winding up inside of you. Your whole body began tensing from the pleasure bubbling up in you. It didn't take long for that coil to snap as you cry into your hand.

Your whole body spasmed with every following thrust before he released into you, moaning softly into your ear. You whimpered softly as he kissed your neck, slowly pulling out of you. You stayed in that position, laying out over the pillar and catching your breath.

You knew he was staring at you, pleased with what he had done to you and the mess he made of you. He was the most intelligent of your partners and he had a way of making you convinced you want him. He was skilled in letting the other two drive you closer to him for seeming more stable mentally and emotionally. A light chuckle met your ears and you glared over your shoulder at the amused male. He watched you closely with a smirk on his lips, his hair ruffled from the usual slicked back style.

"Fuck off, Chrollo."

"Not likely. I'd rather keep fucking you, but it seems I managed to tire you out."

"... I told you I was already tired. Not my fault you didn't listen."

He just chuckled again and casually fixed his clothes, slicking back his hair once more. Once he was pleased with his appearance, he gently rubbed your back, pulling your clothes back on and pulling you back onto his lap. You were exhausted and happy to settle for laying back against his chest, pulling his jacket close and snuggling down.

"Careful. Keep moving against me like that and I won't be able to hold myself back."

"That sucks. You've already fucked my brains out today, so now you get to be my heating pad."

"(Y/n)-"

"Heating pads don't talk."

You felt his chuckle more than you heard it, as it rumbled softly in his chest. When you two were settled once more he removed the illusion.

Thankfully, it seemed that the others were none the wiser about what the two of you just did. Chrollo, seeing how tired you were, decided to be merciful and lay along the pillar with you laying on his chest. It was rare for Chrollo to lay down, even when he slept, so you understood the surprised and confused stares from the troop.

You didn't honestly care what they were thinking as you lay across their leader's chest, lounging on one of the most terrifying men in the world. Some would call you crazy for it, but you were desensitized to being in the presence of dangerous people.

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You lay across the comfortable couch with your head resting on Illumi's lap as he silently watched you. Illumi being the more emotionally challenged one of your husbands, due to his life-long training as an assassin.

You were trying to take a break from his mother's consistent pestering. She clearly adored you and was thrilled at the idea of you being her daughter in law. To your surprise, Illumi's father was also fond of you. It surprised you because the man rarely ever spoke and you had been halfway convinced he didn't like you in the slightest.

"My dear, I had one more question."

"Mother..."

"Hush, Illumi. I can ask my future daughter in law whatever I want to ask."

"..."

It wasn't hard to tell when Illumi was frustrated- at least for you- but his mother payed the glare no mind. You went to sit up before a firm hand gripped your shoulder, keeping you in place. Illumi's eyes were typically the best way to read his emotions and the look he gave you told you to stay where you were.

With a soft sigh, you settled back down with your head in his lap, letting him gently pet your hair.

"Okay, well, it's a few more questions. But I want to know how you two met?"

"We met-"

"It doesn't matter how we met. She's here now, so that's all that matters."

You wanted to sigh at his dominant behavior, deciding to fully sit up, much to Illumi's frustration. If his parents noticed his hostile behavior towards them, they didn't mention it. He still fought to make you lay back down, but you were done with his bad mood.

"Illumi. Stop."

"..."

"Now."

"... Fine."

He moved his arm, allowing you to sit up, but as you settled next to him he wrapped an arm around you as if to stake a claim. His behavior must be typical for a Zoldyck due to the lack of reaction from his parents.

"We met when he killed me on accident."

"I didn't-"

"So my heart stopping was just me taking a nap?"

"..."

"Apparently I was close to his target and he missed."

"... I didn't-"

"So you meant to hit me?"

"No."

"Then you missed."

"... Yes."

"Is that why you get so upset when asked about it?"

"... No"

"... Are you upset because you technically killed-"

"Stop."

"So, that's a 'yes' then."

You chuckled softly at the clear pout Illumi had on his face. He still refused to talk about that moment when your heart was stopped by the poison he typically used. He even went as far as to switch the toxin he used, apparently despising the poison that killed you.

That day was the same day you met Chrollo and Hisoka.

Chrollo was the one who revived you and Hisoka endlessly bugged Illumi about it. Chrollo was the first to take interest in you, apparently finding your 'energy' fascinating. Hisoka quickly followed suit, loving the way you responded to his teasing. Illumi was technically last to gain interest in you, though he did as well for your fascinating reactions. It was as if he felt the need to protect you like a lion and the lamb kind of story. all of this happened in the span of an hour.

From then on, all three have been rather aggressively pursuing you. Texts, letters, sticky-notes, gifts, showing up in your home, showing up any time you went out, things like that. You then had to deal with their constant attempts to one-up each other and their consistent fighting.

Once the fighting escalated from verbal to physical, you had to step in before they killed each other. It was surprising to you that all three were ready to kill for you and you could tell they weren't going to take 'no' as an answer. The next best was to agree to give all three a chance at having a full relationship with you. It quickly became apparent there would be no breaking up with them and if you chose one the other two would kill him.

This is how you wound up having three fiancés.

You had Illumi break the news to his parents about being engaged and about the fact he was one of three. They apparently took it rather well and you were stunned when Kikyo complimented you for getting the full attention of the three dangerous men you were currently engaged to. Silva never said a word about it and Illumi never told you how his father had responded to the news.

"Illumi! How could you have missed your target with all of the training you've done?"

"Drop it."

"Were you just distracted by (y/n) when you met her and that's why you missed?"

"Stop."

You could tell Kikyo's chiding was beginning to get to Illumi, watching his eyes burn with anger and some other emotion as his arm tightened around you. You knew how quickly Illumi could snap when he was in such a mood so you tried to cut the conversation off before it got to that point.

"You said you had other questions?"

"Hm? Oh, right. What last name do you plan on taking? I know there's Illumi's, but what of the other two?"

It was a damn good question. You had no idea what last name to take once you were wed as there were the last names of your three husbands and you own last name. So you had the choice of any of the four options, but you knew if you chose just one it would displease your other husbands.

"Probably all of them. Just hyphen the names together as my legal name with my maiden name first so there are less documents to deal with. I can just switch off which name is most beneficial for me depending on the situation."

"... Silva, she's perfect."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the kind words, knowing that you at least had the approval of Illumi's parents. Illumi was still holding you close to him, clearly done with this nonsensical questioning. Illumi wasn't the easiest to rile up, but his temper would always break when Hisoka or Chrollo were mentioned during 'his turn' of keeping you with him.

You also knew that Illumi had one hell of a dominance kink that played into how possessive he was of you, only fueling his aggression towards your other fiancés. You hoped his mother would stop asking questions, for your sake, due to the fact Illumi became very forceful when angered. He was already rough, given just how intensely strong he was, so you would rather not add anger into the mix.

"Which of them do you care for the most-?"

"That's enough. This conversation is over."

Illumi sharply stood and picked you up in his arms a bit too tightly, carrying you away from his mother's prying. You felt a stir of fear in your chest at how angry Illumi was, knowing what usually resulted from it. Illumi wasn't the kind of guy who took 'no' as an answer and you knew it.

Doesn't mean you wouldn't try though.

He easily made it to his room, closing the door behind him and pinning you to the bed. Illumi could only burn off his frustration and anger in two ways. First; killing whoever made him angry. Second; fucking you roughly into the nearest surface. Since the first wasn't an option as he wouldn't kill a family member, that only left the second option.

"Wa-wait, Illumi-!"

"No."

Your following plead was silenced by the rough and almost painful kiss, trying to struggle in his grip. He was already to the point that his eyes were becoming glazed and he was becoming lost to the feeling of your skin. He wasn't one to feel much of anything, but there was an addictive quality to you that he desperately wanted to overdose on.

Everything would fade away into the background and out of his mind so long as you were pressed up against him. He wasn't typically the kind to let himself get lost in an emotion. He was always rather cold and calculating, but the simple bliss of turning that logical mind off for once and riding an emotion high... Intoxicating.

"Illumi- Illumi, stop! You- you're being too rough!"

He didn't respond, trying to keep his lips locked with yours for as long as he could, ripping at your clothes. Typically, Illumi knew his strength and kept it in check to not hurt you, but when he was angered he would lose himself in the taste of your lips and sound of your voice. It wasn't very often it happened, as he had rather consistent control over himself, though there were times like these that you knew he wouldn't stop.

It didn't matter to him if he hurt you or you didn't want him at that moment, it was what he needed and so he would take it. He would worry about the rest later, when his primal desires were satiated and he had worked out enough energy. Usually, after coming back to himself and realizing his behavior he would apologize and would cuddle you for however long you wished. He would treat you like fragile glass unless you say otherwise.

That was hard to do as an assassin who had been trained to ignore everything beyond his orders and family. He always has such little control when it comes to you. Having no prior experience to indulging in his desires, just a small slip of control would spiral down into needing to partake in his only vice, you.

He ripped his own clothes off along with yours, leaving every part of the two of you exposed. There was a low growl of pleasure rumbling in the back of his throat, slowly growing louder.

He ducked his head down, catching one of your pert nipples in his mouth and putting his hands under your back, forcing you to arch up into his touch. You squirmed in his grip, winded by his sudden and aggressive behavior paired with his almost desperate need to have you. He licked and bit at your soft skin, letting his mouth trail over whatever exposed flesh he could get to.

He almost seemed frantic, as if he were worried you would somehow be gone in a few seconds and he was trying to get in every touch he could. He was practically panting like an animal during a rut, grinding his hips against yours wildly.

It didn't take long for him to bury himself into you, his eyes rolling back in pure euphoria. He rapidly began thrusting into you, the force of his wildly bucking hips moving you up and down the bed.

"Mine... You're mine! I won't let you get away from me, you can never leave me."

"Ah-! Illumi ple-please you're being too rough with- with me!"

"I'll break you for me. So those two don't get to have you ever again."

Your body spasmed and twitched helplessly beneath him, your body slowly blocking out the pain with mind numbing pleasure. He bashed the head of his cock into your tight cervix until it gave way, wrapping like a vice around his rock-hard length. You wrapped your arms around his neck while hitching your legs over his hips, it was all you could do to hold on.

Pleasure shot into your brain along with the pain you felt, the feelings quickly consuming you. You knew the pleasure was rising up into a fever pitch when his brutal and rapid thrusts began to lose their rhythm. Similarly, you could feel that white-hot coil of ecstasy threatening to break, each violent thrust sending you closer and closer to the abyss.

As soon as the coil within you snaps, you had to press your lips to his in order to stop yourself from screaming loudly enough that the whole house could hear. You felt the growl that tore through his throat more than you heard it, each flooding pulse making him spasm in short, rough thrusts that only continued to over-stimulate your nerves. Once he had gotten every ounce of his cum into you, he slowly withdrew from your tight womb, returning to his senses.

"I apologize. I did not intend to lose control like that. Did I injure you?"

"No more than you usually do... But for my sake, please stop fucking me exclusively in your anger. There's only so much I can take."

"I... Will work on my self-control for you."

He conceded that you were in the right and that he was the one who had messed up in that exchange. He wrapped his arms around you and lay next to you while he gently rubbed your back, apologizing for his wild behavior. You shivered lightly, feeling caged in the arms of a tiger.

He was more animalistic than people gave him credit for. Possessive of his mate, poor social skills at best, silent hunter that never gets caught. He was just a refined animal, a stealthy and lethal predator among clumsy prey. It only took times like this- laying curled up in his arms- to make you realize just how dangerous the men who latched onto you really were.

It hadn't fully set in when you first agreed to date the three of them, but it was never going to be just dating. They were ready to kill one another, like three predators fighting over a mate, though you felt more like prey.

A Serpent, a Fox, and a Spider all fighting over you. What started out as a small competition to win you became an absolute obsession to have you. They only don't kill each other to not fall out of favor with you and it would be inconvenient. This meant a lot of tense moments when the three are together as if they'd just as easily kill one another even though it seemed they were friends at some point.

This meant that only your shared affection for them made them hesitate. You were the cute chubby little hutch bunny surrounded by the wild and aggressive top predators. You could never have known how dangerous they were when you first encountered them. It's one thing to be a criminal, it's another thing entirely to be on top of the criminal world.

The Phantom Troupe was notorious for stealing everything they wanted, no matter what kind of trouble they have to go through. The Zoldycks were the top assassin family that not one person scoffed at the name, both in fear and reverence that no one can stop them. Hisoka was the top of the list for being a well known Sociopath, going after everyone and anyone no matter what that person was to him prior.

You had never known- in your safe little home- what kind of world existed beyond your docile life. The darker side of the world that gentle girls like you could never even dream of. But by gaining their attention you may as well have been thrown in between the three with a leash already secure around your neck.

You were in great danger but you were also one of the safest people on the planet, secure in the arms of the most dangerous people in the world. If anyone was stupid enough to try, not a hair on your head would be touched without extreme ramifications. They may have spats with each other, but they loved and wanted you more. They put away their deadly desires towards each other and continued killing everyone else.

What is more terrifying then one of the top criminals of the world? Three of the top criminals of the world working together towards a common goal. At that point, if they're coming after you with the goal to kill, some divine being must hate you with a passion.

It didn't take long to accept their insane desire for you, deciding you wouldn't be able to escape one without all you know being destroyed, you're triple fucked now. You left your life mostly behind, seeming like one of those foolish girls who runs off with trouble only for their heart to get broken. But it wouldn't get broken and you weren't doing this for you, you were doing it for everyone you cared about.

Sometimes one must be offered up as a sacrifice to keep their world from spilling over into yours. People would die and cower in fear, others will swear hatred against everyone involved, and you would be responsible for it all. Besides, though they terrified you a good bit sometimes, you could still occasionally forget their status and treat them like any fiancé would be.

They're quite amused with letting you seem like you have the dominance, but being the real danger that lurks behind and always makes sure you know who your doms are. The three teamed up just to get you, and now they aren't letting go.

~~~~~~~~

Hisoka was the more... Mentally Unstable... Of the three of your soon-to-be husbands. There were times you worried he would kill you instead of marry you, but that was apparently just part of his charm. He was unpredictable, setting off every danger-bell in your head. A real-life monster who just wanted the burn the world. He was also the one to treat you to whatever you wanted and absolutely wanted to spoil you rotten.

The ends were always worth the means to Hisoka so he smothered you with affection and gave you everything without fuss. Sometimes he felt more like a hot insane carnie-sugar-daddy than you expected given how the other two used such things to manipulate you. It was like an indulgent pet owner who just loved to spoil their little darling with everything.

This also meant he was one hell of a service dom and craved to watch you become delirious with bliss. Seeing you just drowning in pleasure before he would even put his cock in you. It probably didn't help that he was quite the sexual deviant and knew exactly what to do to break you for him. This worship kind of manipulation is what got him going.

He always enjoyed a good fight and they made him just oh so excited, but he would easily settle for a good 'wrestle' session instead. But something lit a fire in the openly sexual being. Something about you drove him mad and he wanted you- the little bunny- to snap your teeth in frustration at him or to open you legs for him. Either way, you were just too fun to give up for any reason. None of them would ever get bored with you and if one was invested, the other were as well.

It was once just a competition against each other, though that quickly became an insane obsession over you. All you did, all you were, everything about you, was what they wanted. That challenge between each other became just an added pride bonus instead of the focus of their game.

No. The real prize was you.

Hisoka would shower you in affection and do whatever it took to make you mewl and moan. If you didn't want to play, he would typically back off and take care of it himself unless he was in a blood lust, in which case he can't stop. In one of his blood lusts, he only had two functions; kill or fuck, so the obvious answer was the second option.

He slowly trailed his lips over your shoulder, massaging your back as you lay face-down on the bed. You could tell he was enjoying the massage as much as you were, if the hardening length on your back was anything to go by. You loved the fact that he could tell you were tired and in need of some general love and affection.

You had been rather tense given the situations you had been in prior to joining Hisoka. Though Hisoka seemed as if he were the most frightening or stressful to be around, but surprisingly he was not. If anything, Hisoka was the one you never had to worry about in your stressful life. You knew he was more of a loner and he was not aggressive towards you as he was others.

His hands were warm and gentle against your poor tense back, paying special attention to the firmer knots. It almost felt like he was smoothing out the deep muscles that had been so tense just moments before, letting you absolutely melt into his touch.

You let out a long moan of pleasure as warmth seemed to spread through your body, feeling relaxation fill your body. A light kiss at your shoulder reminded you of Hisoka being attached to those heavenly hands on your back.

"Mmm~ Look how cute you're being... Just letting all your little moans out."

"A-ah... Hisoka..!"

"Just like that."

You whimpered softly in bliss, feeling shivers run through you as his nails gently scrape over your skin. He used enough pressure to work your muscles but not enough to sink his nails into you. There was little chance you could ever be more comfortable than you were at that moment.

Getting a nice long warm bath that pulled your worries away. Cuddling up in a soft towel and just letting Hisoka brush your hair gently, allowing you to lean into his comfortable touch.

"Falling asleep on me~?"

"Mmm... Kinda..."

"Then I'll just have to wait for you to wake back up."

"You don't have to..."

"Have to..?"

"Wait. I mean... If you wanted to, I would let you..."

A soft chuckle came from his chest, making you look up at him. Hisoka was rather skilled in getting you to beg for him, since he refused to take advantage of you unless you explicitly tell him to. And he was the one out of your three soon-to-be husbands that you always enjoyed having sex with.

He was pleased with any position or location, so long as it is you he's with. Even if you wanted to top, he would be happy as ever to be a switch. So long as he was able to have you melting into cute little moans, he was pleased.

"You asking for me to fuck you even if you fall asleep? Is that what would would like for me to do to you?"

"I wouldn't... Say no."

"Want me that badly~? I'd be happy to do that for you."

"... please?"

"With pleasure."

He gently rolled you onto your back, grinning as he looked down at you, seeing your bright blush. Your soft body was completely on display for him and he gently trailed his fingers over the bruises and marks the other two left behind. That's not to say he doesn't mark you, but he does it more intentionally and with purpose.

"Look how roughly they treated you... Tsk, this won't do at all. Here, let me kiss it better."

He gently ghosted his lips over your neck, pressing soft kisses any time he found a bruise or mark on your body. You mewled and moved your hips slightly as he trailed down, kissing around your breasts and giving a light lick at each peak. It was almost maddening with how slowly he was going, each touch leaving you burning for more.

He ensured to go over every little mark on your body, worshiping your soft skin and loving every mark he found. Sometimes, you were self-conscious about the lightning like scars on your skin, but somehow Hisoka made everything okay. That nervousness didn't really go away with Chrollo or Illumi, even though you know they don't judge you. But there was still a part of you that hated those scars until Hisoka got to them.

He behaved as if you were some delicate renaissance painting that needed to be shown gentle love and affection, even with any marks that may have formed. For how much he loved to mercilessly tease you and poke your last nerve, he was one hell of a considerate lover. If you didn't enjoy it or if it made you feel inferior, he would downright refuse to do it. He would only ever do things you wanted him to do to you, and he got pleasure from giving pleasure to you.

His kinks revolved around the way others reacted to him. Anger and frustration towards him easily get him hard, but blushing and mewling from his actions? Oh, you must be trying to make him cum sounding like that.

Fair to say, he would be rough when you wanted him to be and he would pleasure you endlessly regardless of being gentle or not.

"I think right here needs the most attention."

"Whe-? Ah! Hisoka!"

The moment you had tried to look down your body at him, he began to leave long licks through your folds. His nose pushing at your clit as he sensually dug his tongue into you. You let out moans and cries as you arched your back from the sensation filling your mind.

You wound your fingers through his flame red hair and held on, crying out in bliss from the intense pleasure. You could feel his smirk as he only doubled his efforts, moaning out against you and pressing closer. You couldn't stop the loud moans that ripped from your throat, whimpering from the slick feeling of his skilled tongue.

He move his tongue in thrusting motions, putting your legs up over his shoulders, intentionally trapping himself. He hummed against you and gripped your soft thighs, pressing them against his face.

You could feel that coil of pleasure inside of you winding rapidly from his continued attention, his eyes almost completely rolled back. He was gripping your hips in order to move them against his mouth, wanting you to practically shove his face into your heat. You were panting heavily at this point, gripping onto his hair like a lifeline as the pleasure built.

As if every nerve in your body was buzzing with electricity, your cry was harsh and guttural the moment that pressure broke. You could barely stop your legs from tensing and tightening around his head, holding him securely in place as the pleasure burned through you. Being the kind of person Hisoka is, he ensured to continue thrusting his tongue into you to make your orgasm last longer.

Only when you fell limp on the bed did he finally pull away, licking his lips sensually and licking your slick from your thighs. Say what you will about him, but there was no denying the fact that Hisoka has one hell of a tongue. You let your body relax into the sheets as he moved up, caging your body with his and hovering over you with a grin.

You looked up at his messy red hair and bedroom eyes, feeling a light pressure against your sensitive heat.

"Seems you enjoyed that~ Don't worry, unlike the other two, I know how to please you until your delirious."

"..."

"Do you still want me to fuck you to sleep?"

"... Yes."

"Good."

He let you dig your nails into his shoulder as he slowly slid into you, letting out deep moans from the pleasure and pain. It was around this time that he usually began to lose his grip on his self control, but he still maintained a slow and steady tempo. He was watching your cute little expressions each time he sunk into you, loving the way your glassy eyes stared up at him.

He maintained the slow pace, only speeding up when you began to doze off, bringing you straight back to consciousness. The slow building pleasure seemed to be consuming all reasonable thought in you, letting you drown in the feeling. You could feel the heavy pulse of his heartbeat deep within you from his cock, feeling every rivet and point he pressed up against.

You couldn't stop the whimpers of pleasure and the shaking of your soft body as he continued to thrust into your warm insides. He was beginning to lose his self-control, his hands tightening on your hips and his thrusts gradually gaining speed. Again you felt that coil of pleasure winding tightly inside of you and you couldn't stop your moans that grew louder and louder.

"Are you gonna cum for me? Let your tight little pussy milk my cock..."

"Mmm... Hisoka..!"

"I'm right here. Sink your nails in and feel that I'm here with you~"

You did exactly that, feeling a light trail of blood from where you dug your nails into his toned body. His thrusts were firm enough to move you up and down on the bed, your eyes rolling back. Something was different about your building orgasm that made your toes curl and your spine tense. The pleasure running through your body was all consuming, making your cry harsh and loud as the coil within you snaps.

You were faintly aware of his continued thrusts as your body jerked and twitched helplessly beneath him from over-stimulation. Each movement practically tearing through you like individual orgasms in their own right. When he finally reached his orgasm, you were drooling and delirious.

Your muscles continuing to pump and squeeze his cock as you attempt to calm down, feeling every heavy spurt of cum painting your insides. When you finally went limp, Hisoka was grinning widely down at you. Oh, how fucking cute you are, making such sinful faces and noises just for him.

Well... Him and two others. Much as he wanted to slaughter them and claim you as his prize, he knew it would upset you and push you away from him. That was just something he couldn't allow.

So for now he just grinned down at you, watching you slip into sleep from sheer exhaustion, still clamped down on his deeply seated cock. He was happy to sleep now and take advantage of another round later, knowing that you came back to him time and time again. He would be the best lover you will ever know.

Who knows? Maybe he'll even win you fully with his continued attention. Maybe.

Not likely.

[spidercakes]

SpiderCakes Masterlist

People have asked about masterlists before and I’m usually too lazy to make them but I decided I’d organize today so here goes! I’ve made the list according to the themes/ tropes of the fics I’ve written. Starker unless labeled otherwise. A lot of these are ABO and also something else but they’re labelled accordingly. Appropriate warnings are attached to each story.

The list is below the cut because its very long.

ABO

Confessions of a Slutty Omega- ABO AU in which Peter is a YouTuber and Tony watches his channel. More of a synopsis than an actual story.

Best Friend’s Kid: fic preview in which Tony is fucking his best friend’s kid.

Random ABO AU- based off this prompt: the first time Tony really holds Peter down with his entire weight as they fuck. Peter absolutely loves the loss of control.

Traditionalist Peter: older alpha Tony and young traditionst Peter in which Peter.

Another Random ABO AU: high school AU, based off this prompt: An Abo in which omegas when severally distressed emit an high pitched call that alerts their alpha.

Prep School AU: Big ‘ol pile of smut tbh.

Young Peter: based off this prompt- 16 yro omega!peter massaging tony's knot with his hands.

Bitchy Tony: fem!Omega!Tony and alpha!Peter where Tony is well known for being a real bitch to anyone who tries to court him.

Angst AU: based off this prompt: Tony is an alpha but Peter is a beta. They can’t be together as laws prevent alphas from mating with betas so they pine in silence.

Cheerleader!Peter Punk!Tony: HS AU cheerleader Peter and punk Tony, smut.

High School AU: what’s on the tin, including a little pining.

Slutty Peter AU: Peter is used to being in charge, but Tony takes over.

High School AU: fem!omega!Tony and alpha Peter.

Gossip Girl AU: Peter is surprised to find himself on a gossip blog he’s never heard of.

CNC Young Peter: 16 year old omega Peter and alpha mob boss Tony.

Married Tony: omega Tony is married unhappily to Justin Hammer and cheats with younger alpha Peter.

50′s AU: fem omega Tony and alpha Peter.

Heat Fic: Peter helps Tony through a heat.

Beauty Queen AU: beauty pageant AU with omega!Peter and alpha!Tony.

Playmate: omega Tony teaches omega Peter how to please an alpha. Intended as multichap but I have yet to write more.

Young!Peter: Tony needs to be married by 21 or he doesn’t inherit Stark Industries.

Tease Peter: best friend’s kid trope featuring Peter the tease.

High School AU: coy Peter makes Tony work for his attentions.

Intern: Tony takes an interest in his new omega intern.

Omega Run: Peter tries to outsmart the alphas only to get outsmarted by Tony.

Just The Tip

50′s AU- ABO also, based off this prompt: how about tony letting peter put just the tip in him as a reward, and they both like it so much they go all the way.

Young Peter- based off this prompt: Mmmm how about horny 16 yo Peter using the “just the tip” argument to convince guilty!Tony.

Late Bloomer Peter- based off this prompt: Omega!Peter is a very late bloomer. Neither he nor Tony realize Peter’s going into heat until it’s too late.

Just the Tip: ABO AU, dubcon, the one that started my fascination with this trope.

Teacher Student: This fit into like four categories on here but I put it here. Just the top with teacher Tony and student Peter.

Bratty Peter: ABO AU, based off this prompt:  maybe Peter is being a brat and says he wants to ride Tony but Peter teases him by only putting the tip in.

Half Asleep Peter: ABO AU, based off this prompt: Peter is half-asleep and Tony comes home late from work, Peter tells him he’s tired. Smut ensues.

Fic Ideas (feel free to adopt any of these!)

ABO fic Idea- Meant to be long form, may never get to.

Whatever this is- WinterIronSpider, mentions of incest.

Prep School Idea- definitely starker, more than likely would have included a lot of smut and drug use lol.

Bodyguard AU: half crack half serious.

WinterIronSpider: ABO WinterIronSpider idea.

Urban Fantasy AU: vampire!Peter and incubus!Tony.

Funky BDSM YouTube AU: Tony and Peter do BDSM demonstrations and occasionally themed episodes where they try to use holiday objects as like BDSM equipment.

Royal AU: Tony loves Peter, shouldn’t because blacksmiths can’t love princes.

Naive Peter: young very naive omega Peter who gets fucked by older alpha Tony.

Mob AU: Peter gets involved with Tony after he gets in over his head with Quentin.

Random AU: Peter has had a crush on Tony ever since May started working for the Starks.

Actor AU

Karma Got is Kiss for Me

Age Difference: fic snippet in which Peter, looking for a little adventure, runs into Tony.

Mob AU

Angelic Peter: ABO, based off this prompt: angelic little omega peter who mob boss or biker tony takes a liking to.

More Bratty Peter: based off this prompt: You can’t lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset.

Kidnapping AU:  Tony deliberately kidnaps Peter because he has no patience for domestic violence and is basically offended that Beck sucks.

Smol Omega Peter: ABO AU featuring jailbait Peter.

Prequel to Smol Omega Peter: How they met in the above fic.

Shifter AU: based off this prompt: shifter au where everyone has a designated animal as well as abo.

Heir to The Mob: high school ABO AU featuring Tony as heir to the mob boss throne.

Barely Legal!Peter: ABO featuring mob boss Tony with barely legal! Peter.

Kidnapped!Peter: Peter gets kidnapped, Tony does something about it.

Mob Boss Peter: ABO Peter sleeps with Tony to intentionally fuck with mob boss Steve, whom Tony is married to.

Kept!Peter: Tony finds Peter in trouble and saves him, then chooses to pamper the hell out of him.

Stripper!Peter: mob boss Tony favors Peter when he visits the club.

Bratty Peter: Tony has to leave to take care of some things, Peter doesn’t care for that and reacts badly.

Mob Boss Peter: mob boss Peter featuring subby Tony who adores him.

Baker!Peter: Tony stark is a well known mob boss and he meets and falls in love with Baker! Peter.

Figure Skater Peter: mob boss Tony takes a liking to figure skater Peter, marriage to Quentin Beck be damned.

Harassed!Peter: mob boss Tony sees Peter being harassed and steps in.

Soulmates: mob boss Tony didn’t think he had a soulmate.

Superior Iron Man

Merperson Peter: based off this prompt: Tony takes down a rival corporation and discovers a hidden aquarium where they have captive merman!Peter. 

Manipulative!Peter: based off this prompt:  SIM being manipulated by an evil and/or mischievous Peter?

SIM AU: SIM!Tony manipulates MCU!Peter into coming home to his dimension with him.

Kidnapped Peter: based off this prompt: SIM had kidnapped Peter from the MCU dimension to replace his Peter that was murdered- SIM uses Extremis to wipe Peter’s memories.

WinterIronSpider

Pre WIS AU- based off this prompt: Peter and Tony love each other but Peter is worried about his super strength when they fuck so Bucky steps in.

High!Peter AU: WinterIronSpider high!Peter and soft Dom Tony AU feat. Bucky, the Added Element.

CNC Fic Preview: badboy type Tony and cheerleader! Peter with a splash of Bucky in there too. Incomplete.

Taboo

Stepbrothers AU: ABO featuring jealous Tony and a dash of winterspider.

Sequel to Stepbrothers AU: more jealous Tony and a dash of spidershield.

Another Stepbrother AU: WinterIronSpider- Alpha Tony shares his omega step brother Peter with alpha Bucky. 

Age Difference: based off this prompt- Peter at a picnic with Tony, Peter in little daisy dukes or something similar and summery while eating watermelon.

Non-Con Politician AU: based off this prompt- Tony comes across something shameful the young, up and coming, idealistic politician peter parker has done in the past, and holds it over his head.

Teacher/Student

Tease!Peter: based off this prompt:  Peter’s flirting not so subtly and tony ignores it until peter shows up in a short skirt and he can’t take it anymore.

Established Relationship: Peter and Tony discuss the future. D/s elements, smut.

Bathroom Fun: pure smut.

BDSM

Across The Stars: WIP, Peter takes a job as Tony’s sub to pay Ben’s medical bills after he's shot and falls into a coma. I’m only tagging this one as it links to all the other chapters.

Dom!Peter: 5 part series in which omega Peter learns he has a thing for domination and alpha Tony learns he has a thing for submission. Incomplete.

Teacher/Student AU: based off this prompt: Teacher/student (maybe an established relationship) with a whole lot of teasing. Dom Peter.

Dom!Peter: based off this prompt: Tony’s had a really long and horrible week at work and just wants to be good?

Sub!Tony: Peter accidentally becomes Tony’s Dom.

Edging: Tony edges Peter within an inch of his life.

Dom!Peter: Tony meets Peter in a club.

Drabble: Dom Peter and subby Tony.

Met Online: wherein Peter and Tony met online and decided to recreate a fantasy or two.

Miscellaneous

Trans!Tony AU- exactly what it says on the tin, smut.

High School AU: Exactly what’s on the tin, with smut/ fem Peter.

Serial Killer AU: exactly what’s on the tin.

Exhibitionist!Peter: Tony isn’t looking forward to his trip home because he knows he’s just going to be compared to his brother Steve the whole time. Peter helps.

So Sorry, Mr. Stark: Rumor has it Tony hates being called ‘Mr. Stark’ but that’s not the real reason he doesn’t want anyone calling him that.

5+1 honeymoon AU- based on this prompt: 5+1 honeymoon in which they stop their honeymoon five times to save the world and one time that they do not.

Acolyte Peter: Tony needs a replacement for Pepper and she suggests Peter.

Sensitive!Peter: based off this prompt: Peter trying to top but he's too sensitive so he either has to stop or ends up finishing too fast. 

Rock Star Tony AU: exactly what's on the tin with a moodboard.

Wedding Fluff: exactly what it says on the tin.

Crack AU: Peter and Tony have been in an on again off again relationship since high school and they both happen to be in town for the same event.

Rabbi’s Nephew Peter: literally exactly what’s on the tin, preslash.

Spoiled Peter: exactly what’s on the tin.

WingFic: based off this prompt: a wing fic/soulmate AU where when you meet your mate, your wing colours combine so that you get your mates colours on your secondary feathers.

Zoom AU: Peter introduces his class to all his pets with funky names.

Vacation AU: Peter, Ned, and Liz all vacation in Italy before going off to college.

Bratty Peter: based on this prompt: bratty!Peter possibly with an over accommodating Tony?- in which Peter mostly only pretends to be a spoiled brat.

Diety!Peter: Tony is chosen as that years sacrifice to his village’s god by priest!Howard.

Urban Fantasy AU: urban fantasy starker AU featuring vampire!Tony.

Possessed!Peter: crack AU- Tony possessed Peter, Peter forces him to deal with the consequences. 

Sex Slave AU: Headcanons around what this would look like.

Witch!Tony Familiar!Peter: Exactly what’s on the tin.

Sequel to Witch!Tony Familiar!Peter: Tony want to propose.

Camping!AU: Tony fucks Peter against a tree.

Prompt!Fic: Peter teases Tony.

Umbrella Sharing: exactly what’s on the tin. Fluff.

Possessive!Tony: Peter teases possessive Tony and it goes in his favor.

Snowball Fight: Peter hits Tony with a snowball by accident and that’s how they meet.

Pop Star!Peter Rock Legend!Tony: exactly what it says on the tin.

Media: media outlets have a heyday with Tony’s new relationship with 22 year old Peter.

Dumped!Peter: Tony comforts Peter after he gets dumped.

Cat Burglar Peter: based off prompt: Peter is a famous cat burglar and Tony is a police officer trying to catch him.

College AU: fluff mostly.

High School AU: 3 part series in which punk Tony gets with seemingly innocent Peter. The last part is linked, but all three parts are attached to the third.

Sleepy Starker: fluff piece that’s exactly what’s on the tin.

Soulmates: you don’t see in color until you meet your soulmate.

Random AU: Peter is upset that Tony never seems to mention him on social media.

Non Powered AU: Peter’s friends are really confused on what his new job is.

Moodboards

Serial Killer!Peter Detective!Tony

A Star Is Born

Kept!Peter Mob Boss!Tony

[writerbyaccident]

Could I get some Possessive Shinsou obsessed with a tall fem reader. She’s taller than him and he finds this attractive. (More so when he realizes she is extremely naive and gentle.) She is legit stunned at his sudden blunt confession but is extremely happy because she never thought a guy would fall for her ever. Being bf with her, he loves to cling to her, tip toes to kiss her openly, loves it when she towers over him to cuddle him. (He loves how dominant he is with her despite being shorter.)

Just a warning: this title is a really bad pun and I refuse to apologize for it

The Height of Jealousy (Yandere ShinsouxReader)

As usual, you stood above the rest of the class. Not in a metaphorical sense, although Shinsou definitely meant that as well, you were just that tall. When classes at UA had started, many of your classmates expected you to act much like your stature: above it all. But as the year went on, Shinsou had learned that that was not the case. Rather than being stuck up, you were probably the kindest person he had ever met. You were always so eager to help your classmates, providing advice, comfort, and even the occasional study guide. You were so caring towards everyone, so Shinsou enjoyed it even more when he had all of your attention.

At the moment, you were standing at Shinsou’s desk, the two of you talking while you waited for your teacher to show up. Shinsou was already in his seat, relishing how even though you stood so much higher than him, you refused to be distracted by the rowdiness of your classmates. Rather, you kept your eyes right on him, giving him a gentle smile. You were so focused on your conversation, in fact, that you failed to notice that another one of your classmates was quickly making his way over to you. Shinsou scowled when he noticed, trying to keep the other boy away with a glare, but it failed to work. After a moment, you became aware of the other person looming next to you. It was Eito, the only other person in class who was as tall as you. Shinsou hated him. He was always trying to talk to you and get you alone.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Eito said.

“Oh hey, what’s up?” you smiled at him. Logically, Shinsou knew that you didn’t mean anything by talking with him, but that didn’t stop him from getting angry. You just didn’t realize when anyone was interested in you, always thinking that everyone was just being friendly. Shinsou could still remember how long it took for you to realize that he liked you. He had been trying to drop hints for weeks, going out of his way to hang out with you and flirting with you, but when you didn’t catch on, he had to grit his teeth and confess. He approached you after class one day, forcing himself forward with each step.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he called out, trying to catch up to you, “wait up!” You had turned and smiled at him, giving Shinsou a much-needed shot of courage. He had been so nervous, but your smile had reminded him of why it was so important that he confess his feelings in the first place. Your smile, your eyes, your voice, your touch, he needed it all for himself. He needed to claim it all before anyone else could.

“Hi, Shinsou,” you had replied once he reached you, “is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just needed to ask you something.” At that, Shinsou paused, waiting to see if you would let him continue. To his relief, you nodded, not even stopping to fear that he might take this as an opportunity to use his quirk on you. It was part of what Shinsou loved and hated about you; you were so trusting of him, but he was also worried that someone else might try to take advantage of your innocent nature. It just served to prove that you were far too sweet to go through life without him.

“Look, I really like you. And I don’t know if you like me like that, cause I’ve been trying to show you how I feel for a while now, but I do. Do you want to got out with me?” For a moment, you were silent. As you tried to think of how to respond, Shinsou thought of all of the million and one ways that you could say no. Not that he planned on accepting such an answer though.

“Are you making fun of me?” you finally asked.

“What? Of course not!”

“Well, it’s just that-I don’t get asked out a whole lot. Not many guys want to date a girl that’s taller than them.” When you said that, Shinsou wrapped his arms your waist, savoring the way that you already leaned into his touch.

“Well it’s a good thing that I’m not other guys then.” After that day, Shinsou made sure that everyone at UA knew that the two of you were dating. He took whatever opportunities he could to touch or to kiss you, and frequently made his own opportunities as well. But apparently, it hadn’t been enough, as Eito was still trying to hang around you. Shinsou didn’t blame you, not really. It was Eito that was refusing to understand that you belonged to him, after all. But still, he thought, you didn’t have to act so damn friendly with him.

So in an attempt to cut your conversation short, Shinsou got up out of his chair and sat himself on his desk, right next to where you were leaning. Narrowing his eyes at Eito, he tightly wrapped his arm around your waist and proceeded to rest his head on your shoulder. Reflexively, you curved towards into him, placing your head on top of his with a small smile. However, even that wasn’t enough to drive away your other classmate, so Shinsou decided to escalate things a bit more. Stretching himself up to reach you, he grasped your chin and pulled your lips towards him. You met him in what began as a gentle kiss but quickly grew more passionate, Shinsou melding his lips against yours with fiery force. His ploy succeeded, finally driving Eito away. Pulling out of the kiss, you leaned your forehead against Shinsou’s.

“What was that about?” you asked, wide-eyed.

“I just needed to kiss you,” Shinsou answered, brushing his lips against your neck.

[thoughtfulalmondauthorperson]

2AM

If you told me two days ago that I'd be running down Brooklyn Avenue at 2am with a bag for McDonald's in hand, Deputy Maxwell in pursuit and accompanied by Matthew Walker, Levi Andrews and Alexander Pierce, I would've called you crazy. But it's actually happening. However, for this to make sense we have to go back two days, when I accidentally walked in on the three vandalising the football Coaches office. Yeah we're starting there.

It was a normal Thursday for me. I, of course, was running late as per usual. My medium length strawberry blonde hair; still un-brushed, was a tangled rats nest thanks to the wind which I had experienced while running to school. Sweat lightly covers my scalp creating an itch which ignored. Ronda at the front desk smiled at me when she saw me walk through the office doors. I was about to ask for a late note when she placed one in front of me, with the exact time I arrived. "I timed you last week," was all she said. Grabbing my I left the office to my locker.

The halls were quiet, so quiet that even my soft footsteps sounded loud. Once at my locker I put in my combination and quickly grabbed my books. However, that's when I saw three figures sneaking around the corner. They hadn't spotted me yet but I could clearly see who they were. The Junior and Senior class call them the Hoods; why? Because they seek back redemption against people who were wronged.

The Hoods go as followed. Alexander Pierce, he's a Senior but from what I've heard he's always been one for causing trouble. He's also very much a ladies man, I could see why though. Tall, tan skin and muscles; glorious muscles everywhere, blonde hair which was long but was always worn in a man-bun; which suites him, and gorgeous blue eyes that could make any girl swoon. Levi Andrews, also a Senior. He's known as the smart one, picks the victims and such of their escapades. He unlike the other two was slightly shorter bu his facial bone structure definitely made up for it with a sharp jaw and high cheek bones, a sun kissed tan to match along with emerald green eyes and chocolate brown hair, kept short. Then finally we have Matthew Walker. He's a Junior and what every girl imagines as their bad boy. Always clad in black, a leather jacket, and a cigarette on hand he was labeled as such. However, his looks were also to be praised as he had a defined jaw line, semi-full lips, dark brown hair; almost black and deep brown eyes.

The three of them turned down another corridor not even seeing me. Curiosity sparked within me. What were they doing? Levi was carrying a black bag, with what was in it? I didn't know. Going against my better judgment, I closed my locker and followed them. Down the corridor the three enter what looks to be an office. I should've turned back, just leave it and pretend I did t see anything. Yet my curious ass thought it's be a good idea to see what they were doing. I crept closer, being sure to stay close to the wall. They left the door wide open, as if they wanted to get caught doing whatever they were doing. Through the door I saw the three boys trashing the Coach's office; turning over chairs, pulling out papers, wiping the desk clean of everything. Oh sh-

"Hey!" My eyes widened when I saw Levi Andrews looking right at me, emerald green eyes hard with anger. We all froze in that moment. Matthews and Alex stopped and turned to look at me, and me? I was like a deer in headlights. I couldn't move; I was stuck to the wall unable to move. Then in a heartbeat Alex shot towards me. Panic flooded my body. Reacting to my flight or fight I chose the second option. Dropping my things, I went to turn and sprint down the hall back the way I came but Alex was already out in the hall. Arms enclosed around me and I knew in that moment I was completely screwed.

Alex lugged me back into the Coach's office. Once inside Levi closed the door and locked it, probably worried I'd make a run for it. "Alex put her down," Matthew said. However, Alex didn't put me down down. I couldn't see but I was pretty sure that the boys were having a fight of dominance with a staring contest; my cousins do it all the time when one doesn't listen to the other. "I'm not going to run okay. Just put me down," I said cutting through the silence. Slowly Alex set me down on the ground. Any sane person would have ran, and believe me I wanted to, but the office was locked and Levi had decided to stand in front of it. With my heart beating like crazy against my ribs I turned to face Alex and Matthew. Alex looked annoyed, as if I interrupted something important, however, Matthew had a curious look in his eyes. "I swear I won't say anything, I promise, I'll leave and won't say a word," the words fell out of my mouth quick and rushed, matching my heartbeat. I wasn't entirely sure but I think a small smile pressed itself to Matthews lips. "Harper right?" A lump formed in my throat and I think I forgot how to breathe.

A look of familiarity crosses Alex's face. "Elliot Lewis's little sister," Levi said from behind me, venom dripping heavily from his words. The Hoods and my older brother have a history, mainly Levi and Elliot. The short story is that Elliot took what was Levi's; my brother stole Levi's girlfriend. Levi has hated my brother since. And my brother never shy's away from rubbing it in Levi's face. It's cliche yes, but Levi hates me too. "Oh that piece of sh-"

"What your tongue Pierce," I spat before he could even finish. Elliot did a bad thing, but he's still my brother and I love him. A look of surprise appeared on Alex's face. "Feisty," Matthew said smiling. I felt blush creep up my neck.

"Let her go, I doubt she'll say something," Matthew said shrugging his shoulders. "Are you fucking kidding me? She's a goody damn two shoes! First thing she'll do it go tell someone," Levi replied. He was definitely pissed, but I don't think it's because I caught them, it was most likely because I was Harper Lewis, Elliot's little sister. Matthew didn't seem too convinced by Levi's outburst. "She won't, trust me Andrews," Matthew smiled at me. "Off you go, have a nice day," cautiously I turned around and walked towards the door. I unlocked it and twisted the handle. Then a thought occurred to me. They only do things like this to people who deserve it, they do things like this to have justice. I turned around and looked at all three boys. "Whatever he did, make him pay," my voice was firm and sure. "We will," Matthew said nodding. I nodded in reply before I opened the door and walked out going back the way I came. All I could think was, what just happened?

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The next two days were literally the most terrifying thing I had ever experienced in my life so far. Turns out Coach Clayton... well let's say it's very unspeakable. The boys of course owned up to the destruction of his office and were once again put on probation within the school. I of course avoided the three of them at all costs. No way did I plan on getting cornered by the three of them, or any of them at any point ever. My plan was simple, stay away from The Hoods. It was almost flawless, until it wasn't.

I was on my way to Math when I saw Alex down the hall flirting with some naive Freshman. My heartbeat picked up pace and I was about to turn around and walk the other way as not to get caught but it was way too late for that because he had already saw me. He smiled at the Freshman and said something to her before he pushed off the wall and began walking towards me. Sh-

"Hey Lewis," Alex said and I felt every hair stand on end. "Pierce," I replied still walking to Math. I faced straight ahead, I didn't want to look at him. "You know, I'm impressed you haven't said anything about the other day," this caused me to turn my head. A smirk graced his lips. "Why would I? You guys owned up to it anyway," he still stayed beside me as we turned a corner. "No I mean I'm surprised you haven't told your brother," I stopped walking.

He realised I wasn't walking anymore and stopped. "What makes you think I'd tell my brother?" He shrugged but I could tell he was uncomfortable about the question. "My brother doesn't need to know everything about me, and he certainly doesn't need to know about everything I do and who I involve myself with, so I suggest you stop thinking that I do," a look of shock placed itself on his face. My heart was beating rapidly, pounding against my rib cage, and adrenaline pumped through my body, a rush sinking into my skin. "Now I get it," Alex mumbles to himself and I couldn't help but furrow my brows. The warning bell rang and students began to hurry last us. "I'll see you around Harper," Alex said and he began to walk the way we came. What did he mean by that? 'Now I get it?" because I certainly do not get it.

Shaking of the confusion I made my way to Math, yet there it was, in the back of my mind for the rest of the day. A simple question that just wouldn't leave no matter what I did. What did Alex now get?

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Friday nights usually consisted of Netflix and popcorn with several tubs of ice-cream on the side. It was 9pm, my parents were out of town for the weekend visiting some old collage friends and Elliot was at his girlfriend's house. I had sported my favourite onesie; Stitch, from the Disney movie, Lilo and Stitch. To All The Boys I've Loved Before was playing on the screen for the 3rd time this week and a bowl of popcorn rested in my lap. I had always spent my Friday nights like that since I could remember. While Elliot always was out with friends, I had made a home on the couch watching movies.

The movie was close to finishing when I heard a knock at the door. I, of course, ignored it; thinking it was Elliot; he'd find his keys in a few seconds. A knock comes again. I don't answer. Another knock. Becoming annoyed I decided to finally answer the door. Huffing because the annoyed state I was in, I stood up from the comfortable couch and I pressed paused my movie. I carried the bowl of popcorn with me as I walked to the door, still casually snacking on it. "You know Elliot-" I began to say as I opened the door but trailed off when I saw Levi, Alex and Matthew. I felt my mouth slightly drop open in shock. What were they doing at my house? "Oh thank fuck," Alex said as he saw me. "Huge favour Lewis but we gotta hide," Levi glanced behind him down the street as he said it. I was however, still in shock that The Hoods were standing at my front door on a Friday night while I was wearing a Stitch onesie to answer him. "Harper, come on you got to let us in," I shook my head at Matthews words. Looking at the three of them, I sighed and opened the door wide enough for them to step into the house. Once all inside I closed the door behind them.

Through the small window in the door a clean white Police car drive down the street slowly as if looking for someone, or a group of people. When I turned back to the boys I noticed they were all slumped against a wall. "So mind telling me what you did?" I asked picking up some popcorn and putting it into my mouth. None of them replied. "Okay then if you're not going to tell me I can always call-"

"No! No don't do that," Alex jumped and I couldn't help the smile that placed itself onto my face at seeing the panic looks on their faces. "Well..." I arched an eyebrow in a questioning manner. The three boys looked between themselves before what I assumed as a silent agreement falls around them.

"We may or may not have trashed George Harrison's house," Matthew smirked. "Trashed how?" I leaned against the front door. "Toilet paper, eggs and spray paint work wonders Lewis," Alex smiled brightly. I shook my head; these boys were crazy. "Well, you guys are welcomed to stay until the coast is clear, Elliot's out and my parents are out of town, so you're good," I began to walk to the lounge room. "You're not going to ask why we did it?" I heard Levi's footsteps follow me. "No," popcorn muffled my words. "Whatever Harrison his he most likely deserved it," I sat down on the couch again. I didn't even know how I was acting so casually, as if they've been in my house hundreds of times and we were close friends. I mean they were in my house! The Hoods were in my house and I'm acting like it's normal.

The three of them stood in the lounge room looking around. It was pretty plain. No one was really in the house except me most of the time because my parents always travel and Elliot is always doing something. Matthew takes a seat on the couch next to me. "Well Maxwell will probably be looking for a while,  it he'll give up in an hour," the other two took a seat on the floor. Matthew went to reach for my popcorn when I pulled it away from him. He looked at me raising his eyebrows. "You came into my house and I forced to willingly let you into it, do not expect me to share my food with you because it's not happening Walker," I snapped holding the bowl close to my chest. "Jeez okay Stitch," I rolled my eyes. I pressed play onto my movie. The boys turned their attention to it and I was left feeling as though I was dreaming.

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3 hours. They had been at my house for 3 hours. We all ended up walking to a 24/7 McDonald's; which was 3 blocks from my house, after watching Transformers because we were all hungry. I of course changed out of my onesie, putting on a pair of black pj shorts, which seemed a little too short and a dark purple tank top; with a bra. On our way back we cut down Brooklyn Avenue which takes 10 minuets off walking around. We were not even half way down the street when a Police car drove past, the same Police car the drove past my house 3 hours ago. We were in some deep shit. The car stopped just pasted us. Oh yeah some really deep shit. The door opened and closed but none of us turned around and no one of us stopped walking, because who the hell wants to get caught? I hear quick and heavy footsteps which caused panic to flood my brain. "You can run right?" Matthew asked, his lips grazed my ear as he spoke. I nodded, I was on track; not the fastest girl but I can definitely run. "Good," then silence. "Boys give up!" Oh shit Deputy Maxwell. "RUN!" Alex screamed and the boys all began to sprint down the street. It took a few seconds for my brain to register what was going on before I finally took after the boys.

Now we are at the beginning of the story. It currently 2 am and I'm running down Brooklyn Avenue with a bag of McDonald's in hand. Deputy Maxwell in pursuit and I was accompanied by Matthew Walker, Levi Andrews and Alexander Pierce. My legs are aching and the air burns my throat, setting my lungs alight. Yet adrenaline rushes through my body and a thrill eyes into my bones. I was doing something I shouldn't and I'm fucking loving it. "STOP!" Maxwell yells but we all hoot with laughter as he stopped and hunches over out of breath; should really stop eating all those sugary sweets Deputy. I meet the boys at the end of the street around the corner. I feel my legs wobble a little as I stand beside Matthew but I couldn't help the smile that spreads across my face. "That's was so much fun!" I breathe and the three boys laugh.

"Didn't think you had it in you," Levi says after he catches his breath. "Yeah well I guess I'm less goody-two shoes than you thought Andrews," a smile presses itself onto his face. "I guess so," his emerald green eyes drift to Matthew. "Now I get it," Levi says directly to Matthew and the strange questions comes back into my mind. "Oh fucking shut up," Matthew groans and the other two boys just laugh. "Can someone inform me on what you guys now get?" I ask but Levi and Alex are already walking down the street back to my house. I feel confused. "Hey don't think about it too hard," Matthew slings his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer into his side. I smile and shake my head, this boy. "Why not?"

"Because you'll figure it out on your own one day," I don't reply to the comment. We just walk down the street, Matthew's arm around my shoulders, the bag of McDonald's still in my hand and a warm feeling spreading throughout my body. Who knew I'd end up here just because I accidentally walked in on the three vandalising the football Coaches office.

[eternityunicorn]

Love Me Apocalyptic: Part Seven

Author: eternityunicorn 

Genre: Romance/Drama/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Warnings: Violence, Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: AU of an AU - Elijah Mikaelson and Eternity had been lovers centuries ago. Betrayed, he had thought that he would never see her again. However, in present time, she has returned with a purpose, intertwining their paths once more. Elijah hates Eternity for the past, but finds his addiction to her is still as profound as it had been before and he cannot fight it, leaving him in a complicated relationship with his former lady - in an apocalyptic love.

NOTE: OC and original elements are from my up and coming novel series.

AUTHOR’S COMMENTARY: This chapter is also based on TO Season 3, Episode 4, like the last one was.

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The party was in full swing, when Elijah arrived with Eternity on his arm. The Davilla Estate was beautiful and bright, full of elegance fit for the oldest society of vampires. The crowds were numerous, all dressed in their finest, with masks covering their faces. Neither the Original or the lady he escorted wore them, choosing to be bold, showing their identities freely.

All eyes fell upon the pair as they moved inside. There were whispers too. Many of the murmurs were in curious regard to Elijah’s status as the Strix founders and as an Original, while there were also vicious ones aimed at the lady beside him. He glanced at her to see her reaction to the attention, but she remained ever calm and unperturbed.

“Someone is quite the big deal around here,” commented Eternity quietly. “Look at the way they all stare.”

“Yes, I am. Though I do not think that all attention is focused on me,” he murmured back, smiling slightly at her.

She nodded, “Aye, true enough. I suppose the appearance of the Strix top enemy would take precedence over the presence of their founding father. I’m sure having me on your arm is winning you all kinds of respect and adoration from these people right now.”

Elijah noted the sarcasm in her voice as they moved toward the bar. “Yes, having the ‘White Goddess’ by my side surely isn’t doing me any favors,” he said, pausing to order a bourbon from the bartender, before turning back to the lady with a sly grin, “It is quite fortunate that I am not looking for approval here. Therefore, I don’t give a damn what these miscreants think of me or my lovely companion.”

He knew he shouldn’t flirt with Eternity, but he couldn’t help it. He knew he was supposed to be angry and hateful toward her, but as of late, he couldn’t bring himself to be either. Perhaps it was all her defenses of his family and himself, as well as her talk with Hayley about her remorse for the past, that had his hostility toward her cooling. 

Eternity noticed it, but said nothing about it. She only smiled and then told him, “You know, I was unaware that the Strix were devised by you, Mr. Mikaelson, and what I know of you, I know that you never intended this lot to be the monstrous plague they have become. So I have been curious to know, just what were your intentions for this elite organization of your sired at their inception?”

“I wanted to assemble minds curious about the world and eager to improve it, along with the time and circumstance to do so,” Elijah replied as he sipped from the glass in his hand. “My desire was to create an elite brotherhood devoted to a new, better civilization. It was naive. Eventually, I was forced to abandon them once I realized I'd cultivated a legion of ego-maniacal sociopaths.”

Eternity gazed at him then with an indescribable look, one he could not decipher in the least. “It wasn’t naive,” she spoke softly, her eyes peering at him, as if she was looking deep into his soul. “You wanted to use your vampirism for the betterment of the world around you, to influence it, to help it grow to be the best it could be. There is nothing wrong with that. It wasn’t an evil pursuit, but a noble one. It wasn’t as though, you were cultivating an army for world domination like Niklaus would and has, for that matter. You were simply trying to make the world a better place, until things went sideways. Even though things did not turn out how you hoped, nobody can fault you for your efforts.”

She gazed at him a moment longer, before breaking it and turning away to face the bar. She was trying to hide her emotions from him by doing so.

He gazed at her contemplatively, her words affecting him, though he tried to shake it away. Then he downed the rest of the amber liquid and held out his hand to Eternity, asking, “Would you like to dance, my lady?”

That got her to look up at him again, as her sapphire eyes darted between his hand and his face a couple of times, before she smiled slightly and accepted his outstretched hand, letting him take her by the hand and move onto the dance floor. He spun her toward him once there and pulled her close, closer than necessary at that, with one hand the small of her back and the other clasping hers still. They began to move across the dance floor in that perfect rhythm that was unique to the two of them. 

He gazed at her and she gazed right back, as the world around them faded and it became just the two of them. Their eyes stayed locked as an intense desire to kiss her began to spark within Elijah, as it always did whenever he was around Eternity it seemed, much to his mild irritation. His face drew closer to hers automatically as they swayed on the dance floor. 

This moment reminded him of the past. They had danced at balls and galas plenty of times together, usually with Niklaus, Rebekah, Kol, and a young, still human Marcel in tow. They had been in love then, happy and carefree, lost in each other so completely that nothing else mattered around them, especially when on the dance floor together. It had been a happy time, one that he had never forgotten, despite...well, everything.

“Elijah?” Eternity called to him.

“Yes?”

“Don’t look now, but Marcel is here,” she whispered, looking over across the dance floor. “He’s over there with Aya.”

Elijah’s gaze followed hers and saw with his own eyes, the younger vampire with his former lover. “I should have known,” he said quietly, as he observed them. 

“What? What is it?”

“This isn’t a party. It’s an initiation.”

Eternity looked at him then, “Truly? What does that entail exactly?”

Before Elijah could answer her, a row of caterers with trays of champagne flutes walked into the room and tapped their glasses with butter knives to get the attention of the party. The sound was loud, loud enough to quiet the room. It was then, with this signal, that Tristan de Martel finally showed his weaselly face at the gathering. 

“Distinguished friends, welcome,” Tristan, dressed smartly in a tuxedo like the rest of the men at the party, announced to the crowd. “It's so rare that we're able to come together like this to revel for one night in the company of true equals. Now, I'd like to take a moment to welcome a very special guest - Marcel Gerard.”

Having stopped dancing, Elijah turned and watched the little weasel with Eternity leaning against him as she too watched the events unfold before them. Both watched with a narrowed, mistrusting gazes. 

As the crowd around them clapped as Marcel came forward and offered thanks to the guests, Tristan continued to speak, saying with a smile, “Of course, before we tell Marcel all of our secrets, there's one small piece of business to which we must first attend. We must determine his worth.”

The younger vampire gave a confused frown then, “That's funny. I seem to recall you being the one knocking on my door.”

“You'll notice, Mr. Gerard,” the weasel explained, “that over the course of the evening, someone has managed to take something quite dear to you - your daylight ring.”

Elijah watched as Marcel looked down and found his ring was in fact missing from his hand. The younger vampire looked suddenly worried, which made sense since he didn’t know what to expect. Meanwhile, he felt Eternity tense beside him and he knew she was ready to defend Marcel, to save him from whatever potential dangers Tristan was about to put him in. 

He smoothly wrapped an arm around her waist as an act of comfort, but also to keep her from acting prematurely. All the while, he kept his gaze on Mr. de Martel, waiting to see what was to happen next. 

“The test is quite simple,” Tristan informed Marcel. “First, you need to deduce the identity of the thief. Then, you are simply to take back what is yours. Although, I doubt the prize will be easily relinquished. After all, despite our refinement, we're still a rather violent bunch.”

Elijah saw the younger vampire gulp, but had to give him props since he maintained his composure beyond that little sign of nervousness. 

“In victory, you become one of us,” concluded Tristan. “In failure, you meet your death. You have a few hours until dawn. I wish you the best of luck.”

With that, the challenge was laid out and now there was nothing for Marcel to do, but figure out who had his ring and kill the thief or die, if he failed to figure it out by the end of the party. Everyone else went back to chatting and dancing, while the younger vampire got to work in Tristan’s game of deduction. 

“I should simply kill them all,” growled Eternity quietly. “I will not let Marcel die this night.”

“Easy, Sweet -,” Elijah responded calmly, catching himself before he slipped up in his use of his term of endearment for her...again. “Of course, we won’t let him die, if it came down to it, but give Marcel some credit. He is resourceful and talented. We should have at least a little faith in his capability for success in this challenge.”

Eternity looked at him and then sighed, “I suppose you are right.”

“Come. Let’s get another drink, shall we? I suspect it’s going to be a long evening,” he said, putting a hand on the small of her back in a gentlemanly fashion and guiding her back to the bar.

They stood there together, watching the crowd while Elijah partook in another bourbon. Eternity continued to fret, feeling on edge and quite frankly murderous due to current events. She wanted to act, to slaughter the whole room to save Marcel and he felt a certain level of admiration for the ethereal woman and her protective nature of those she cared about.

In his anger and hurt over her past betrayal, he had forgotten just how fierce she could be when a loved one was threatened. It was killing her not to destroy the Strix in order to save her friend, something he found adorable and admirable equally. 

“I know you said to have faith in Marcel’s abilities, but I remain uncertain,” Eternity murmured to him as she furiously watched the guests dancing. “These vampires are ancient, nearly as ancient as you are. I just cannot see how Marcel clan stand a chance against one of them?”

Before Elijah could respond, Tristan came upon them, answering Eternity, “With guile, courage, perhaps a bit of trickery. Admittedly, it's a long-shot, but then, sometimes the new candidates surprise us.”

Eternity tensed immediately at the sight of the Strix leader, shooting a glaring smile at him.

Having seen this, Tristan turned to address her personally, taking her hand and kissing the back of it as he did, “Ah, Your Majesty. How good it is to see you again. I hope you have been enjoying the party so far. I made sure that my Strix behaved themselves on the off chance that you would be accompanying my sire, as to ensure there wouldn’t be any killings of my people this night. At least, not by your hand.” He grinned at her.

The ethereal woman pulled her hand away from him sharply and smiled venomously at him, “Well, the evening is still young, Mr. de Martel. There might still be death by my hand this night, well behaved Strix or not.”

Tristan’s jaw tightened at her threat and his eyes widened with fear, but it was only for a moment and then he regained his composure. He turned his attention to Elijah, greeting him, “Elijah! When I sent your invitation, I didn't dare think you'd come. Tell me-- as our founder and patriarch, what do you make of our latest candidate?

Elijah’s sarcastically answered, “Well, let me see. Marcel... he’s arrogant. He's stubborn. Prone to self-aggrandizement. He should fit in perfectly!”

“If he survives,” smirked the little weasel.

Eternity growled audibly. 

“I see, Marcel is a friend of yours,” Tristan turned back to her.

“Aye, and you had better hope that he survives your little game, because of he does not,” the immortal queen calmly, but unpleasantly replied. “I will be coming for you and yours in a reign of bloodshed and destruction, not unlike what your little group. It shall be poetic justice, to be sure.”

The Strix leader smiled charmingly at her and held out his hand to her, “I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot, my dear. Allow me to fix that. May I have this dance, dear lady?”

Eternity looked at Elijah warily and he looked back at her with the same caution. 

“Please, Majesty? It is just one dance,” Tristan urged Eternity, gazing at her with subtle lewdness, then looked at Elijah pointedly, “If it is not an intrusion, of course.”

Elijah and Eternity continued to look at each other for a while longer, before the Original turned to his first aired and faked a polite smile as he said, “By all means, be my guest. So long as the lady accepts, of course.”

In a surprising act, the ethereal beauty reached for Elijah, grabbing the back of his head and pulling his mouth down to hers in a searing kiss, fiery in it’s passion. He recovered from the initial surprise instantly and reciprocated eagerly. The whole display was to demonstrate where her loyalties lie, and not to be outdone, his tongue pried her mouth open and dove inside, plundering the warm cavern, as Eternity pressed herself into him. 

It had been a brief kiss, but in those few seconds, it felt like he was lost forever in her sweetness and the lust she invoked in him. Then she had pulled away quickly, much to his disappointment. She grinned playfully at him and then smugly at Tristan, while taking the little weasel’s still outstretched hand. The other man looked spectacularly uncomfortable and Elijah found it amusing.

Even so, he had to actively keep himself from not letting her go with the other man. He forced himself not to pull her back against him, hold her to him, while he warned off the little weasel in a most base fashion. Successfully not giving into his impulse, he watched as she went with Tristan reluctantly.

As he did, Elijah found that her impromptu kiss had triggered his memories. He recalled the open displays of affection they used to shower unto each other in front of everyone, causing quite the stir of jealous gossip and curious admiration amongst other guests, whenever they were in public.  The level of openness toward public displays of affection with Eternity he had back then was so astoundingly out of character for him that it had prompted many comments from his siblings, particularly Niklaus. 

However, he hadn’t cared about anything other than the woman he had loved in those happy days, having been taken completely by the extraordinary female that he had met by chance - the very one that had changed his life forever, for better or worse. Despite how things had ended, he couldn’t deny that fact. He had certainly never been the same since meeting her. 

In regards to reservations, so inadequate were his typical ones whenever Eternity had been near, he could remember several occasions where he had snuck his lady into the darkest corner of the room and had his wicked way with her right there and then, wherever he could get a semblance of privacy. He had been unable to hold back, lacking total control over himself and his desires for the ethereal beauty he had claimed for his own. It had been frighteningly and beautifully extraordinary. 

Thinking further, because of this intense passion he had for Eternity, both past and present, he could recall how possessive and jealous he could be whenever another dared to flirt with her, which did happen quite often. After all, the lady had this strange ability to turn all heads toward her, some out of innocent curiosity and others out of pure lust. Elijah remembered one such incident where his lady had to hold him back, had to calm his instinctual rage at the offending gentleman, whom had dared to make a pass at his woman. 

Of course he hadn’t lost control in the way Niklaus would have, in that loud and obnoxious way of his. No, as always, Elijah’s rage had been quiet and deadly calm, which in many cases was far more terrifying. 

As he watched Tristan dance with Eternity, whispering to her quietly in such close proximity, he began to feel that possessive, cool rage boil up in him. He hated it, but wasn’t in any position to say or do anything. Despite their fiery...encounters as of late, he had no claim to her. Not now. It wasn’t like before, where she had belonged to him, where there hadn’t been any rifts that kept them apart. 

Though his anger and hostility had begun to cool toward the ethereal woman, Elijah was still hesitant in giving in to his softer feelings for her, the ones that were still as prevalent as they had been before, as it turned out. He simply hadn’t any proof that Eternity wouldn’t act against his family again, if things went sideways, which was likely, given his family’s wrap sheet for violence and mayhem.

It was probably best to keep her at a distance, truth be told, he thought with what he claimed was certainty. Then her earlier kiss flashed through his mind and her conversation with Hayley echoed through his ears, and he was left feeling uncertain all over again. 

It seemed he couldn’t hate her anymore, he concluded, as he watched Eternity part from Tristan and began to walk back to him. He could no longer punish her for the past. It was time to forgive her. But what then, he had to wonder. Could he truly cease to doubt her? Could he trust her? Could he let her go, if not? Could he truly let her walk away after all this family drama was dealt with? To that end, she was here now, but what about after the storm? Would she still be there? Would she want to stay, if he asked her to?

She won’t, if you don’t make your feelings clear to her, his inner voice reasoned. 

Realizing where his mind had lead him to, Elijah snapped out of that dangerous train of thought, just as Eternity came to stand beside him with a scowl upon her childlike face. She reached for his glass of bourbon he had sitting on the bar and downed the entire thing in one go, before slamming it down dramatically.

“I’m going to kill him,” she growled quietly. 

Elijah couldn’t help but grin, “Yes, Tristan has that effect on people. What did the little weasel have to say?”

“He tried to recruit me,” she replied with disgust evident upon her features. “More or less, anyway. He said he wanted to call a truce, said the Strix would worship me like the goddess that I am, if I blessed them with my protection. In return, his people would cease their destructive behaviors toward the human populous. He’s lying, of course. They’ll never stop, but he wanted me to believe that they would, just so he could have a powerful friend in a high place, like his sire.” She flashed Elijah a small smirk, before growing disgusted again. “I should tear him apart for ever thinking I could be persuaded to join these vile miscreants. In fact, I just might.”

Elijah moved closer to her and bent down so that he could whisper in her ear, “Perhaps having Tristan put out of our collective misery first, wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Have you gathered all the useful information you needed from his twisted little mind?”

He heard her breath hitched at how close he was and he detected the little pleasurable shiver that ran through her as he spoke to her, causing him to smirk to himself. She nodded without looking at him, “Aye. I have.”

“Good. Now we simply wait for the right moment,” he said, after which he pulled away, but not before he noticed her look of slight disappointment. 

He chuckled a little, though he tried to contain it.

Perfect, he thought, as he turned his attention back to the crowd. He felt a bit of relief, knowing it wouldn’t be long now, before the first of the potential threats would be dealt with. Then it would be onto the next.

To Be Continued....

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[stvictoriasrpg]

FULL NAME: Alex Harris. DATE OF BIRTH: March 16th, 2001. SCHOOL HOUSE: Riccal House. DORMITORY: 8C. A LEVEL SUBJECT CHOICES: Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Maths. EXTRA CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES: Captain of the Football Team. TOP THREE TEXT CONTACTS: “gabbs” (Gabriella), “poLILitical” (Lily) and “sam my man” (Sam). STATUS: TAKEN, by KATIE. FACECLAIM: Michael B. Jordan.

BIOGRAPHY:

Fair play to the guy, honestly. He dated the “it” girl for two whole years before they finally called it quits. It’s no surprise he’s totally gone into hiding since her death.

Being a bouncing, cheeky lad from Winchester, Alex Harris was born in a somewhat “naive” society - surrounded by middle class Historians and a way-too-friendly family. He was the youngest son out of three, which meant he grew up a hell of a lot quicker than he originally expected to - siblings do that to a person, y’know? The society he grew up in was dominated by community; everyone knew each other, and while this was generally a good thing, it also meant gossip spread like a wildfire. You had to learn to find people to trust carefully and be skeptical before you opened up your heart to someone.

Going to St. Victoria’s Boarding School came as a shock to the family. No one expected Grandpa Jake to suddenly start talking about boarding school and funding the money himself - yet a few months later? Alex was sat on the train, flicking through comic books and awaiting a new adventure elsewhere. On his first day he ended up getting lost and having to ask a total stranger - who turned out to eventually be called Gabriella Davies - for directions. They became fast friends; their chemistry coming naturally, yet they waited until they were beginning Year Ten before they finally started dating.

It was the kind of “head over heels” love that Alex never even knew existed. They were both smitten with each other; sitting next to each other in classes, going on “weekend visits” to Brighton on the beach and making future plans together. The whole school would talk about their relationship, watching as they sat in classes making goofy eyes at each other.

Two years later, and things had gotten a little more…sour. But it was only in the summer of Year 10 that things completely changed. Alex had made the decision to stay at the Boarding School over summer to focus on his grades and sports without distraction, and it was at a random party that he met Amelia Nelson; it was an instant connection. Out of loyalty to Gabriella, Alex and Amelia’s summer ‘fling’ was never physical; it was never cheating, but Alex definitely fell for Amelia. She made him feel light, and safe, and happy; something Gabriella never had done before. Call it whatever you want; but Alex took the easy way out; he was too much of a coward to admit that his relationship was failing, or to break things off with Gabriella. Summer ended, and so did the fling. Even now, Alex wondered what happened to Amelia and looks back at their time together with regret and guilt.

Being mixed up in the life of Gabriella was toxic. She was bitter; manipulative; and would spend hours sitting with Alex plotting the downfall of other people. They would start arguing about silly things, especially when Alex would challenge her on some of the awful things that she would do to people. She grew jealous; screaming at him that he was flirting with other girls and forgetting about her. After months of fighting, going on breaks, and spending more time apart than together, Alex finally called things off. Truth be told, it felt like a relief to Alex. He could finally focus on the more important things, rather than treading on eggshells around his own girlfriend. There was something…twisted, and suspicious, in the world that she lived in that Alex was scared about. Maybe this was a good thing.

Gabriella’s death, however, hit him hard. It was so unexpected, and out of the blue, and it honestly felt like the end of everything - yes, he was a little dramatic sometimes. The overwhelming support that he received from the student body felt like too much. He couldn’t handle the sympathetic glances or the “i’m sorry for your losses”. His first love was gone, and had been brutally ripped from everyone’s lives. It especially didn’t help with the added guilt of what went down with Lily, and the fact that they were both at the apparent place of Gabriella’s death when she was murdered and they didn’t see anything. It made no sense.

When everyone returned to school in January, Alex requested a few weeks more to stay at home - his head was all over the place. He could barely comprehend what had even happened. Now, however, he’s finally ready to make a return and face the music.

[misscrawfords]

The Force Awakens Rewatch: Part 1

So I’ve watched the first half of The Force Awakens through shippers’ goggles and it’s really interesting seeing it again after reading so much meta.

Thoughts, many thoughts, under the cut:

- Seems really obvious to me from the beginning that Kylo Ren is not being set up as an obvious villain. His first appearance talking to Lor San Tekka establishes him as someone who shouldn’t be in the position he’s in, that he’s come from somewhere different. Whatever he is, it’s not a 2D villain. The fact that Poe bandies wit with him is also significant. Obviously it shows Poe to be brave to the point of recklessness, but it also undermines Kylo’s authority because neither of the two people he’s confronted are overwhelmed by obvious fear. One stands up to him and claims they basically knew him before he was Kylo Ren (not what he wants to hear) and the other is all, “Yeah, your mask is stupid”. So generally undermining him. He’s violent and filled with the paraphernalia of the dark side - and don’t get me wrong, that still makes him very, very dangerous - but he is no Vader, right from his first appearance. His lack of professionalism continues when he hacks the control panel to pieces after hearing about the droid. Kylo Ren sucks at, well, being Kylo Ren. Do we fear him? Yes. Do we feel that he’s unstable and out of control and ineffectual? Also yes. Is he on any kind of level with Vader? Absolutely not. And this is before we see him without his helmet on or know who his father is.

- Lor San Tekka. I still don’t get him. And I feel like he’s met Kylo before. What’s the history here? And how does he link in to Rey’s abandonment and Luke’s whereabouts?

- Moving onto Rey’s abandonment, this is much more of a “thing” than I remember it being having come down so much on the side of Rey Nobody myself. Like, this is a big mystery! And I feel like that both Rey Solo and Rey Skywalker are being flirted with. The Jakku link between Luke and Rey is tantalising as is the scene with Maz where Anakin’s lightsaber calls to Rey. Then there’s Han and Rey’s instant connection over the Falcon - they finish each other’s sentences, she can fly the ship, Chewie likes her... So both these possibilities are being dangled over the viewer but I’m inclined to think neither correct. I’ve been scrutinising facial expressions and I just cannot on any level believe Han would forget he had a daughter. I’ve not got to Leia yet but she even more would remember the fact! Rey Solo makes literally no sense. The connections between Rey and Han on the other hand work on a meta-narrative level: Han is Rey’s father figure (not her father) and therefore she naturally has things in common with him and quickly bonds with him - he relates to her much as Obi-Wan does to Luke. And of course she is being set up as the future pilot of the Falcon and paving the way to Han leaving the series, so naturally she’s being presented as a worthy pilot and someone Chewie will trust. Rey Skywalker is tougher to disprove expect that Han and Leia would probably remember if Luke had a daughter unless we’re expected to believe Luke had a secret relationship, unexpected child and then abandoned her or didn’t even know? Luke Skywalker, intergalactic player? I don’t think so. We’re meant to think she could potentially be Rey Skywalker... because she isn’t.

Then there’s what Rey herself says. She says her identity is “classified”, “big secret”. I’d forgotten that. Is she just being facetious because she doesn’t really believe BB-8? Or is that true? Does Rey actually know more about her own identity than she lets on to anyone? Is she keeping this secret not only from everyone else in the film but also from the viewers? It’s an intriguing idea. And if that is the case, her parents are certainly not Skywalkers. Her response to meeting Han and hearing about Luke seems really genuine. I don’t like the Rey-the-secret-princess theory because I would like to be genuinely Rey Nobody, an example of someone being special simply because they are not because of a legacy or their blood - a real contrast to Kylo - but there’s something intriguing about it. And so many questions about Rey’s past are raised in the first part of the film that it makes me mistrust Maz saying that the belonging she seeks is not behind her. I mean, I don’t mistrust that - it absolutely is ahead of her - but rather I disagree with the interpretation that that means we shouldn’t enquire after Rey’s heritage. I think the series would really drop the ball if that wasn’t dealt with and it didn’t have some meaning. What that meaning is, I don’t know. Rey Kenobi is a popular theory; I quite like it, and it would fit the evidence. But we shall see!

- Coming back to Kylo and Finn this time. Finn is such a wonderful cinnamon roll! He is absolutely playing the hero roll here. “Because it’s the right thing to do”. In a series that is already skirting uneasily around the nature of the villains, Finn is a shining light of the initially reluctant but good-natured, truly good and morally upright hero. If Rey is going to be more morally ambiguous, the trilogy absolutely needs Finn. He’s an interesting parallel to Kylo too. Both start off wearing masks and Finn removes his mask, decides to do the right thing and proves the viewer wrong about stormtroopers. He immediately puts the viewer off-kilter for what to expect from a SW film. The stormtroopers aren’t uncharacterised bad guys! They’re human beings! They have thoughts and feelings! And faces! And make decisions! And one is going to be our hero! Is Finn’s initial journey where his defection and struggle is pretty quickly over going to set the viewer up for the much trickier journey of Kylo Ren back to the light over the course of the entire trilogy? Something to consider in more details somewhere, perhaps. 

- Finn and Poe have the most adorable meet-cute and banter. I really want to ship them! Finn and Rey however seem to have much more a sibling vibe on this viewing. Their bickering seems much more “ew get off me!” type sibling stuff and Finn climbing over her in the Falcon and Rey grimacing really had that feel about it. That changes slightly as they get to know each other. It’s a really lovely relationship because neither of them has ever had anyone of their own before. Both of them were abandoned children, neither have friends, both have wrenched themselves out of the only life they know, both are desperately seeking belonging and have found each other. And I think their feelings grow - but that doesn’t make it a romantic/sexual connection, though I think Finn does have an unexpressed interest. Rey has no interest in that - she is very single-minded. And why would she want a boyfriend who wants to hold her hand when she needs to get the map to the Resistance and all she wants is a friend?

- One thing that comes across particularly when Finn and Rey meet Han is how young and naive they are and I think it’s intentional. I’ve seen Kylo Ren derogatorily called a villain for Millenials, but that’s kind of true. Finn, Rey and Kylo are all presented as very young. (Their actual ages don’t matter. This is a fantasy world. No1 curr what high school year you would be in.) Because the audience knows and loves Han Solo - he is suddenly the familiar face on the screen, we suddenly see Finn and Rey through his eyes. They’re blundering around in the Falcon, desperately insecure (”I can do this!”), filled with wide-eyed interest in the myths of the previous generation and a naive but earnest heroism and desire to do the right thing. Han is thinking - and so is the audience in a way - “They’re so much younger than I ever was” and “This is the next generation”. It’s really beautifully done actually. And Kylo is part of that too. He’s said explicitly that he’s like an adolescent, full of that rage. He too is struggling in his own way to find his place in the world. I don’t think this is limited to the Millenial generation by any means, but it does speak to a very current outlook on the world.

- Not the first to say this, but Kylo, Finn and Rey all start wearing masks and over the course of the film, these masks are to a greater and lesser extent removed. All conceal their true nature and it’s not at all certain that at least for Rey and Kylo we have seen their true selves by the end of it. Kylo is concealing Ben Solo still and we don’t know who Rey is. Does she? I don’t think the new trio is Rey, Finn and Poe. I think it’s Rey, Finn and Kylo. Awesome as Poe is, he’s not a major character in the mythology of the new trilogy. There’s very little to analyse about him.

- Rey is such a great character. SUCH A GREAT CHARACTER. She’s so domineering and bossy and crabby and utterly single-minded and sees everything as black and white. But at the same time, she has her flower and she doesn’t sell BB-8 and she is excited by a legend of Luke Skywalker and weirdly trusting of everyone who comes her way. She’s managed to survive in this awful, hostile environment of Jakku and it’s just made her determinedly good. In some ways, more good than Finn, who doesn’t want to be a hero - initially he just wants to escape and he lies about it, though of course, he grows from that, as Han did in the OT.

- At the beginning of the film, Finn and Rey are both on the same hero’s journey. But at Maz’s, their paths diverge. Finn is more heroic in the traditional sense - he wants to protect the girl, he does “the right thing”. Finn is the archetypal knight with a code of chivalry. Rey is... it’s hard to explain. She sees everything so clearly and that there is only one way to act - she’s so certain the rightness of the light that the only way her story can go is to challenge that certainty and tempt her to the dark. Rey changes when she hears the call of Anakin’s lightsaber.

- As the film builds up, the intrigue about who Rey is - both her origins and her importance/abilities - parallels the intrigue about who Kylo is. They are both being set up as characters with a mysterious background who have some connection. (Yes, I know this is obvious.) Why does Rey have visions of him? What is this awakening that Kylo perceives before Rey has touched the lightsaber? Why does her vision segue from Kylo to her abandonment flashback? Who says “Rey”? (It sounded kind of like Obi-Wan but???) Equally, Kylo’s background is being drip-fed to the audience over several conversations which it really takes a repeat viewing to piece together. 

- The idea that Kylo and what has happened to him and what will happen to him isn’t the central story in the trilogy is laughable. Like, he is the Skywalker! And he has the most complicated backstory and psyche and link to previous characters. It’s kind of a genius move, making the Skywalker on whom the plot of the trilogy depends into the villain. And I love the theory that the ST will do a reverse of the prequels and Kylo will be a reverse Anakin. He starts where Anakin ended. Will the trilogy see him fall to the light side? This is heavily suggested by his monologue to Vader’s helmet when he says he hears the “pull to the light”. He is undergoing the exact opposite of the hero’s temptation to the dark side. It’s a really interesting and quite novel idea to explore - the villain’s temptation to the light side. Certainly the TLJ trailer suggests this will happen. Also “by the grace of your training, I will not be seduced”. Uh, honey, that’s an interesting verb you chose to use... Nobody talks about being seduced unless a part of them wants to be... And again, a phrase normally used of temptation to sin.

- Incidentally, how effing tragic is that scene when Kylo is talking to Vader’s mask? By this point, we know that he’s Han and Leia’s son and have established that if Han and Leia haven’t had some major falling out, at least are not together in a good place. We may have connected the dots to realise that Kylo is the boy who destroyed Luke’s school. And we’ve seen him bowing before the terrified Snoke. And we’ve seen his temper tantrums. And possibly put him in parallel with Finn and Rey, two other young lost souls searching for meaning and family/friends and belonging. Kylo is trying to find it by pleasing a dead grandfather, the one family member who has had no expectations of him, the only one who has never been disappointed in him. Like, it makes complete sense he’d turn to Vader - but how tragic to see him trying to prove himself to a twisted mask!

Anyway, I’ve watched as far as Rey running off into the woods at Takodama so I’m excited to finish it tomorrow! :)

Go to Part 2.

[360degreesasthecrowflies]

2017 FarscapeWatch: 1.01 ‘Premiere’

I’ve made a few posts about this before, but for any new readers, welcome. This is the first official entry in my FarscapeWatch series for 2017. I’ve never seen the show before, and so I decided to react to it and write down my thoughts as I watch each episode, and make a series of it. As a millennial LGBT Brit, what I’ll end up thinking of this 90s US show should (hopefully) be interesting! Format wise; each of these entries will start with a stream-of-consciousness style recap of the episode and my thoughts as I watched, and will also feature character and plot analysis sections and a character ranking of my faves at the end. So without further ado...let’s get into this episode!

1.01 ‘Premiere’

Open on Earth. A dude. (Main dude?) Oh, he's pretty hot. Nasa? Astronaut. American Dude. A bit Buzz Lightyear. Douchey 90s scientist friend. I'm getting slight Fantastic Four vibes, but our main guy is more Ben Grimm than Mr F. Working with his dad, okay. This guy's an astronaut, so could go either way scientist or dudebro. These guys are Southern? My American knowledge is not super solid. This dad and son stuff is running between charming and cringey... unsure what age this show is aimed at.

Okay the spaceship is away up. Predictably everything goes wrong: premise, activate. Wormhole to some distant part of the universe = Actual spaceships, aliens.

Interesting theme song. Very otherworldly. No lyrics or cheesy stuff. This guy seems to be our lead then unless it's ensemble.

Other major players introduced. Another human woman, improbably enough, as #2. Some kind of weird Jar Jar Binks like alien midget, a guy who will obviously be The Big Guy and a blue lady who looks like some kind of mystic Sinead O’Connor. It was the 90s, after all. Other random aliens, spaceships, space. The humans bonding, of course. And credits are done.

We're still in space. He's in a firefight? Oh great someone's crashed into him, veered off and blown up. Now there's a massive ship...space station? He's being sucked in, tractor beam or something.

Okay the CGI is not wonderful but it's the 90s so I'll whistle past it. I know this is Jim Henson so there'll be puppetry somewhere...as weird a premise for an adult show as that is.

Okay he's left the safety of the ship. Unarmed. This guy's meant to be a smart scientist?

Spaceship is...a kind of retro-junk, Firefly feel to it. Not sleek tech. Lol he's getting menaced by some little robots. Like Noo Noo from the teletubbies.

Approaching the alien people. Well done. They're not talking English, good. That's one stupid trope averted. Oh, they've noticed him. Ooh blue lady is creepy.

Oh, translation injection or something. Interesting. Oh, they think he's advanced tech...lol.

Red guy is angry. Blue woman is calm. Who'dve guessed with that character design?

Despite the size of this ship there's only a few of them on.

Little sluggy guy is a bit Emperor Palpatine. Creepy.

Did blue lady deflect some spaceships with magic, psychic powers or something? She was praying or casting a spell right before.

So the ship seems to have just got free from whatever it was locked in just by chance. Red guy did something the equivalent of kicking the computer when it won’t work, and that seemed to do the trick.

Oh, the ship can teleport, okay, so Star Trek-ish. Starburst. Cool name. Even if that's a name of some sweets here in the UK.

 We meet our enemies, I'm guessing. Red and black and military style. I like this military lady, military officer? Seems to be a second in command to this guy whose brother seems to've died in the spaceship crash.

Oh, the pilot guy is quite positive. Just called 'pilot'?

Haha...American dude (John?) is predictably aghast at all these new things and people. Americentrism in action. Definitely aimed to engage the American audience to sympathise tho. I'm getting the feeling this might end up being a show with him as lead and everyone else supporting, not an ensemble. They knock him out and spit on him lol, at least the two dudes do. Blue lady seems to be the voice of reason here.

Scene cut to blue lady and red guy. They seem to just be meeting for the first time too?? They know each others' species. Ooh blue lady is so creepy! (Zan? Xan?) She also seems to be...sexy? But also a priest? Interesting. Huh. She seems to be, surprisingly, also a bad girl. How complex. Red guy is..or seems to be a typical Honour Guy. Blue lady emasculates him a wee bit...she might be much older than him, despite flirting. Interesting.

Sets these two up to be opposite forces...but also hints at some shipping. (already! in episode 1!)

John wakes up. Thought he was dreaming, wasn't. Appears to be...naked? They've locked him up.

Palpatine comes floating by to dispense some snark. He’s a pompous ex-emperor or something. Fitting.

Oh, John's locked in with a robot or something. Huh. Oh, no, it's a woman. Mrs leading lady. Ohgod he's smiling at her and flirting. Yes! She fights back! Right away. And brutally! Oh, I quite like her too.

Officer Aeryn Sun. Cool name.

Okay, team bonding. They will all eventually become pals I imagine due to the premise and the opening. Blue lady and John seem to have some signs of bonding. On the flipside, enmity between red and Aeryn AND red and John, and no-one seems to like Palpatine.

They're all jockeying for power and leadership...bless.

Oh, there's farting and fart jokes...okay. I don't know how I feel about this. Not thrilled. Is this show aimed at adults? DVD covers seemed to suggest so.

It's a bit Xena with the sets, acting and everything.

I love how Aeryn just does not give two shits. She and blue lady are two bright spots of light in this pretty messy pilot episode.

Aeryn and John escape their cell and Aeryn immediately rats them out to her commander. The military guys come to pick them up, but don't seem to care much about Aeryn.

As it happens, Aeryn and John and the others end up on the same planet although they took different ships to get there. Red guy comes to recapture Aeryn and John. They are all menaced by military guy tho who Aeryn has snitched to.

Aeryn defends John, ish. She is being logical, but commander guy takes it for emotional.

So this is how they become a team, because Aeryn gets cast out and now has nowhere else to go and has information that can help the rest, and also because after John helps them all escape he insists on taking her too because she defended him.

Denouement; John uses scientific knowledge and Aeryn her steering ability to give the spaceship extra speed using a planet's gravity. That's actually pretty clever scripting to use all of their skills.

Post-plot finishing: we get more character stuff. Zhaan meditates naked. Red guy threatens John and is focused on being free above all else. Aeryn shows signs of being a bit of a white supremacist, or whatever the alien equivalent is. Close with John making a report/diary log, a good closer.

CHARACTER BEATS (complete with having googled character names so I know how to spell them now)

JOHN

Honourable, maybe to a fault. A bit naive. Scientific, although appearing on the surface to be a bit of a dudebro character. Reminds me a bit here of Riley from Buffy. Seems to be the main character. Quite attractive, although not my usual type. Very American in terms of what he's assuming and the jumps he's making. Also a very 90s character; seeking peaceful solutions or resolutions wherever possible, a character archetype that peaked in popularity then.

ZHAAN

An interestingly complex character for one that seems on the surface to be several easy stereotypes; the mystic, the witch, and the beautiful alien. Being a priest but also flirty/promiscuous but also the voice of reason but also showing flashes of having a manipulative streak makes for a very interesting character, to see where she goes from here and which traits become dominant. They planted a lot of seeds with her character.

 D'ARGO

Seems to be by contrast, a much less interesting character from this first episode. An Honourable Warrior archetype who is also The Big Guy, aggressive, and will probably want at some point to be the head honcho on board. Seems to have clashed with everyone so far.

 RYGEL

Shockingly like Emperor Palpatine but probably not as clever. Really good puppetry on the design. A bit of a creepy old man vibe. I can see myself not liking this character. The farting, burping and spitting is all a bit disgusting for me as well, I thought I was watching a space opera, not Dumb and Dumber. Has already in 1.01 shown hints though of having a blustering, daft facade covering a much more sly personality underneath. Reminds me a little of Boris Johnson.

 PILOT

Is the pilot literally called Pilot? Creative. This character looks to just be a face on a screen for a lot of it, and looks to probably be long-suffering having to deal with so many volatile personalities on board. Just look at that face already.

 CRAIS

Not much to say on this dude. As if one of the villains from Xena escaped that show and managed to commandeer a spacecraft. He does what he has to for plot reasons, but it's not that sophisticated a story. Still, Buffy's season 1 plot wasn't the strongest either, so I can let it go.

AERYN

Finally another character I have more to say on. I quite like her. She, like Zhaan, has a interesting mix of characteristics. She has the emotionless woman down to a T, but there's also shades of Honourable Warrior there, an archetype I don't so often see applied to women. (I haven't yet seen Wonder Woman, but I imagine that would be one notable exception) I like that she seems to be largely self-serving and will be forced to work as part of a group, I'm wondering how she'll adapt to that. Also the actress is doing a stellar job, and I can't quite make out her accent, almost British, which I wasn't expecting. Also, what a cool name and spelling.

 PLOT POINTS AS OF 1.01

The team are all together, in space

Crais and the Peacekeepers are chasing them, both because they are all criminals and for a personal vendetta

Their quests: to escape, and to go back to their homes, free

  WHAT THIS EPISODE ADVANCED:

Mainly plot setup, with a little bit of shipping between D'Argo and Zhaan, and hints of possible ship tension between Aeryn and John, although I didn't like that as much because John seemed to be assuming she'd be into buddying up. I was so happy that she stood on her own two feet and didn't fall into his arms. I feel like since the 90s, we've moved full circle on those stereotypes and now run the risk of playing into them so as to 'surprise' the audience who are used to straight subversions.

  CHARACTER RANKING AS OF 1.01:

1) Zhaan (easily)

2) Aeryn

3) John (just... none of the male characters have really caught me yet)

4) D'Argo (a dull character type)

5) Pilot (not much fuel here, but not as hateful as..)

6) Rygel (ugh)

7) Crais (probably the flattest character thus far)

and if we're ranking major AND minor characters, I'd put Crais's unnamed (?) female officer just above John because I love her attitude and delivery.

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