#and also it would make this long and I don't know how to word them either so

[littelovelunette]

Can you write a story where Vi got reader pregnant and but before they find out she is pregnant she thinks she just had the flu (this is how I found out… but I’m not talented enough to project it in writing and I don’t wanna use AI so could you please!)

Not Flu, Is It?

Vi x Pregnant!Reader

It's been a few days you were woken early in the mornings with a wave of nausea.

You shrugged it off, it was flu season and given your terribe and weak immune system, you were sure you'd just caught flu.

And so was Vi, she was helping you through it with flu treatments and medication too.

Goodness, was Vi so worried for you.

Ome of those days, you were laid next to Vi who was stroking your hair lovingly before suddenly, her expression changed, one of confusion, "Baby, did you get your period this month?"

"No," you looked up, your voice weak from the constant throwing up and sickness, "I think not, everything's been so hectic I just lost track of it."

"Throwing up, missed period, tummy ache," Vi listed off all your symptoms, hands running down your back in a soothing manner, "Even an idiot could've reasoned you might just be pregnant."

"I am?" You mumbled, burying your face in the crook of her neck.

"We can't be so sure like that, I'll go run down to the store and get you some tests, okay?" Vi tilted your head up so you could meet her gaze, you gave her a small smile and a nod.

"Mm..." You stared at her as if waiting for her to add something to her last words, puppy eyed gaze lingering on Vi.

"... And some chocolates, I got you," Vi gave you a reassuring squeeze before she got up, keys jingling and jacket rustling as she quickly got herself ready.

Once Vi was decently dressed she gave your a forehead kiss, "Call me if you need anything, I won't be gone long."

You grinned weakly and nodded, "Ba-bye."

A little while later, Vi returned with the pregnancy tests and the door clicked open, "Hey, babe, I'm back," she said, her voice wavering from nervousness as she walked inside the shared apartment.

She set the tests down, "So," she looked at you, "Do you wanna just take them now? Or..."

You got up, grabbing one test up, "Should I take two at once? It would be safer in case I get a false," you said, reading the instructions on the box.

"Sounds 'bout right, just— I never had to do I don't know," Vi said awkwardly scratching the back of her neck.

You giggled before picking up two tests and disappearing in the bathroom.

"I'll still be here if you need me," Vi quickly added, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door.

"Peeing on a stick shouldn't be that hard, right?" You called from the bathroom. Vi would've replied before she heard you do exactly what you said. That knocked the words down her throat.

"Y—...eah," Vi managed.

A little bit later, you put the tests on the bathroom counter waiting according to what the box said, "After 15 minutes it'll show," you told Vi.

Vi nodded and held your hand, "You nervous?"

"Of course I am, I never thought of being a mother until now and suddenly now that I think about it— you're gonna call me crazy but— I'm sorta' praying I am pregnant," you looked up at her, "Does that make me crazy?"

"No, of course not," Vi said reassuringly, rubbing circles on the back of your hand, "I respect whatever choice you make, it's your body," she smiled, "But of course I am happier that you choose to keep the child if you are pregnant."

You giggled and leaned against her body, "Because I'll finally be able to hold something over your head—"

"How? You're short as fuck," Vi looked down at you as if to exaggerate her point.

"Not that, you idiot!" You shoved her playfully, "I meant, I'll be able to say 'I gave birth to your child' whenever we fight and I get to use the labour hours to my advantage," you smirked, glancing at the test.

"Oh, you are evil," Vi said, also averting her gaze to the test.

"Only the finest."

The moment 15 minutes were over, you checked the tests and sure enough, it read positive.

You looked at Vi, who was already teary eyed, she picked you up bridal style and just squeezed you close like she'd merge herself with you.

"Oh my goodness," Vi whispered staring at the tests, "We're gonna be parents."

"Mhm," you giggled, leaning your head against Vi's chest, "Meaning you're gonna be doing whatever I tell you to because I call the shots."

"Got it, ma'am," Vi said with mock obedience making you roll your eyes.

"Y'know what— p-put me down, I think I'm feeling super pukey," you said and Vi quickly let you down, you opened your mouth to say something but shook your head, turning back to the toilet and retching.

"Well, you can start being a diva maybe after the morning sickness is over," Vi held your hair back, a small smile on her lips.

[kkusuka]

i would love to be john price's (141's) little bird.

(afab reader, you're lowkey a housewife, g/n pronouns, this was also a lot longer than i meant it to be-1.2k words- and i also wrote it entirely in class)

just the cute little thing he comes home to after long missions; ready to give him anything he needs to fully enjoy his time at home. barefoot and wide-eyed waiting for your bear of a husband to return from his long hard mission, keeping him fed and fucked as much as he needs. and he just loves you so much-- so much that he needs to show everyone how good you are for him.

it's not like he sets out to rub it in, but when his sergeant mentions not having anyone waiting for him at home-- john just can’t help but invite him over, you always talk about how much you love taking care of him, adding another man shouldn't be a problem! and what kind of captain would he be if he didn't take care of his subordinates?

and you aren't complaining! you love when john lets you see into his job! and gaz is just so sweet, saying please and thank you, offering to help clean the dishes, and politely refusing any leftovers even when you all know he has no food to go back to. so, you just have to keep inviting him over, night after night. and he's so good at conversations, even when he and your husband talk with all their military jargon, he makes sure you understand all of it; you just want to keep him in your house forever! so you kind of do…

you can't imagine making him go all the way home to his cold and dark apartment, it's so far and you know he's tired from his month of constant action-- so suddenly kyle has a bedroom set up right next to yours (close enough to hear how john thanks you for being so good to his sergeant, and just maybe a hand goes down below his waistband) a fully stocked bathroom and a place to put his shoes when you all come back your occasion dinners out. (they're dates, you don't think it but they do)

but kyle is not a man so stay silent about his blessings. you're too nice, too pretty to not tell soap about-- and trust john isn't going to complain, and he knows that you won’t either. 'the best roast i think i've ever had' and 'knows exactly how to make a man feel at home' and soap is not one to stray from his desires.

so you end up with your boys, and a bubbling scotsman in your dinning room with no warning. and you're upset, no one told you that you had to make more food and now there isn't enough to give everyone your usual heaping portion- and there is no way you're letting anyone go hungry in your home!

so you end up bouncing around the kitchen, trying to whip something up before the main course finishes in the oven and who but soap offers to help you out! he's got a hand on you at all times (two on your waist when you're chopping the onion, he just wouldn't know what to do with himself if you got hurt making him dinner. so he has to hold you steady, he has to run his hands over your hips keep you stabilized-- don't think too much into it, just stay focused on chopping bonnie)

and soap knows that he can talk for hours, but he can't help it when your eyes light up when he mentions his childhood in scotland and his missions around the world. and your small flinch and frown when he talks about getting hurt. their lass just can't help but worry about them. he just can't stay away from his captains sweet bird-- not when you send him off with a steaming pile of leftovers and a tight hug (pressed against him as hard as you can because you don’t want him to go)

johnny, a man to brag, never shuts up about how it took kyle three months to get a room but it only took him two. (sometimes when he comes back from the bathroom in the morning he can see into your room as you're getting ready. and he doesn't mean to do it but your panties are his favorite shade of blue and they look so amazing on you-- he wants to see them up close so bad.)

and so he tells ghost of all his troubles- unasked and randomly the next time they got sent out. and does ghost really care about johnny's playground crush on their captains bird? yes. how had he been left the only one not getting home cooked meals after being sent out? is he going to say anything about it?

not a chance.

so it takes a little while before the final place at your dinner table to be filled. but after a particularly grueling mission (and already wishing to come over), ghost is finally convinced he belongs with the rest of his team.

and you've never been happier to make extra food; you've been hearing for months about the illusive fourth man of your husband's battalion but having him stand in your kitchen with a cute little store bought dessert was certainly worth the wait. ( 'Ah didnae ken ye liked pink that much, lt' 'it was all they 'ad, can't show up empty 'anded, johnny')

and is he a little awkward and standoffish, of course-- years of military pressure will do that to a man!

and simon is just too sweet, even if he doesn't know it. he's pulling your chair out for you, and running out in the rain to collect the mail that you'd forgotten all about. he even lets you drag him to the grocery store during your weekly trips. (it's not dragging, he'd follow you into the pits of hell if you'd asked him too so the grocery store is really not a big deal.)

everything is just so perfect when all of your the boys are all in the house together!

and suddenly everything in life makes sense again. that plate that you can never reach on the highest shelf in the kitchen, a body is pressed against you as simon leans over you to grab it leaving you with a squeeze to your hip and red face. the gossip that your husband just never understood in the way he should is studently being told to kyle over coffee every morning as your other boys roll out of bed. the soap opera that you rope johnny into watching every thursday night becomes facemasks and wine time.

and john just loves it. he just loves you so much; loves the way you smile at kyles flirting, loves how you cuddle up to johnny on the couch, loves how you let simon hold you so close when you make his tea in the morning, and he just loves teasing you about it. (teasing? yes. making you face the fact that you want your husbands men to run a train on you like a whore. also yes.)

i wanna keep going but i have to let it end at some point

[cheol-e-kat]

Hiii, I just wanted to start by saying that I recently found your blog and am in love! <3 <3 For your special 3-3-3 bingo I wanted to ask for bodyguard with drunk confession and brave x Scaredy cat, NSFW is praise kink with Seungcheol? Like maybe her dad hired him, they're at a gathering and something goes wrong or she's scared so he has to take her back at her parents place, where she drunk confession? But if you have any better ideas, which I think you may have seeing from your writing, then just change it, I don't mind at all! <3

I hope you have a great day and keep writing, you're so amazing at it!

first, omggg anon you're too sweet & i'm so glad you like my writing ㅤ♡ㅤ♡ㅤ♡ weirdly i have had this banner hanging around and idk it seems like it fits your ask, soooo anyway let's see if i can come up with something you like - oh but i think i failed a little on 'scaredy cat', oops

♡ kat

bingo squares: bodyguard + drunk confession + brave x scardey cat + praise kink

Pairing: choi seungcheol / f!reader

summary:  y/n has had a bodyguard for some time - and she’s had feelings for him for almost just as long, even if he thinks she’s a brat. But what happens when he goes to a party with her and there’s gunshots?

word count:  1.4 k

genre: fake dating, bodyguard!seungcheol, forced proximity, 

Rating: 18+, MDNI, explicit

Warnings: mentions of guns and shooting, drinking, penetrative sex, explicit language

“so how much is my dad paying you to babysit me?” y/n asked, sipping her drink.

he shrugged, “enough to put up with you,” he sipped his mineral water. 

she arched a brow, “‘put up with me’?” she asked, incredulous, “me? i’m the problem in this equation?”

he pursed his lips, as though he were giving consideration to what she had asked, “you’re…” he trailed off. 

she was ready to punch him in the arm.

he smiled, “you’re more complicated than the kinds of jobs i usually have,” he swigged his mineral water like it would give him some reprieve from the conversation.

she gave a heavy sigh, “complicated how exactly?”

he glanced at her, “you’re kidding, right? where are we right now?” he waved his hand around to demonstrate the location, “you’ve brought me along as your ‘date’ to some friend’s engagement party - never have i ever had that happen before,” he whispered, with a small smile, knowing he had gotten under your skin by pointing out the situation.

“look, if i can’t leave the house without you, why not put you to good use?” she pouted. 

“my ‘good use’ is making sure you don’t get hurt, y/n.”

he had at least stopped calling her by her family name, which had been acutely obnoxious - to her anyway. he’d been virtually living with her for eight months. to her, living with anyone for eight months, meant dispensing with formalities. 

not to mention she had seen him in his underwear. she had been up late grabbing some water and staring into her fridge, thinking about a snack, but she had been eating healthy at the time, which meant she was light on snacks. so she had gone scrounging - and she screamed when she thought she saw a mouse. 

and her screaming meant seungcheol came out of his room to check on her, wearing boxerbriefs and carrying a handgun, which was oddly sexy. 

also, she had pegged him as a ‘boxers-only’ guy. but no, she had definitely gotten a very good idea of what equipment he was packing and the mental picture of his very perky ass seared into her brain. 

she glanced at him, knowing he looked painfully good in the suit he had picked - it went along with her outfit well. 

“you could have just stayed home then, or you could have outed me to everyone here - you certainly know enough about me to make them all at least call me ‘eccentric’,” she leaned on the railing, looking out over the massive party. 

everyone was ‘someone’ or related to ‘someone’. and she was mostly just bored. if seungcheol weren’t there, she would have probably been a nuisance just for fun, reminding the groom that he had slept with half the bridesmaids. something like that anyway. 

but no, for some reason she felt like if she caused even just a tiny scene while he was there, then maybe he would get blamed, or he would go back to thinking she was childish. 

that’s what he had called her initially, a “bored, childish, rich girl” with no clue about the real world. he said it so vehemently that she had slammed her door in his face, and told him to fuck off when he tried to apologize. 

she hadn’t talked to him for a week - she would only communicate via text, even if they were in the same room and alone. which may have proved his point, but he had hurt her feelings. and maybe she had been feeling petty. 

she stole a glance at him - she liked his profile more than she should. she probably liked him more than she should, not just his profile. she liked everything about him. but she was fairly certain he still considered her a tolerable idiot, at best.

which depressed her. and required that she grab another drink from the waiter who came around. maybe several more. and when she was a bit more lubricated and still considering making some trouble, the thin thread of seungcheol approving of her maybe wasn’t quite enough to tether her to reality. 

if anything, it was almost better if she just settled for his disapproval, she reasoned, then she wasn’t chasing some fragile illusion. 

she must have been on the verge of something great though because he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her towards a door. she had no idea where they were headed - they went through offices until they hit a stairwell. she couldn’t have been doing anything so offensive that they were taking the stairs. but when she pulled out of his grip, he was quick to grab her back. 

“for once, just do what i’m asking without arguing,” he said, voice low and sharp. 

she tried to pull away, but he had her in a vice-like grip. and then she heard the sounds - gun shots. and she was frozen for a moment, but she felt the tug on her wrist. seungcheol pulling her, trying to keep her safe. she stopped to pull off her heels and then she was running with him. 

her head swam violently as they exited out into the underground car park. until he grabbed her waist and pulled her close, kissing her, backing her into a wall. she felt the rough cement against her naked shoulders, as his hands rushed to touch her and his mouth rushed equally to kiss her. she wound her fingers in his hair, pulling him close, not caring how needy and desperate she seemed. 

it took several, long minutes for him to break their kiss. he pulled away so slowly, his fingers still gingerly resting on her skin. she watched him for a moment, and she could see it - if she didn’t pull him back, he would talk himself out of it and make an even higher wall between them. 

“don’t stop, seungcheol, you don’t know how much i want you,” she whispered, voice tender and urgent. 

he stayed close, but glanced at the door they had just come through, “we need to go,” he whispered, his fingers still played gently across her skin. 

she didn’t budge. 

“y/n,” he stared, “this - we have to leave,” he stepped closer to her, pressing his body flush against hers, “let’s go home?” he asked softly.

she finally nodded, following him out to the street, walking down a few blocks before grabbing a cab. he didn’t give the driver her exact address. they took a winding way back to her house, going through the back gate and the side door. he didn’t let go of her hand, not even when they were inside, the doors locked and the alarms set. 

he kept her close. when she started to turn on the lights, he stopped her - his hand grasping hers gently and pulling it away from the light switches. 

and suddenly he was near again, pulling her close, kissing her softly, “come put me to bed?” she asked in a hurried whisper. 

he nodded, “anything you want, princess.”

she loved that they both rushed to undress one another, all just to feel skin on skin. he pushed her back gently onto the bed - his fingertips grazed gently against her thigh, as he looked at her. 

“so perfect for me,” he murmured, “so beautiful.”

she flushed brightly, reaching for him, “need you,” she pouted.

he nodded, with a smirk, “i know.”

she bit her lip softly, “we were having a moment,” she caught his hand and pulled him down roughly to join her on the bed. she moved so she straddled his hips - she pressed her hands flat on his stomach, loving his smooth skin. 

she stared at him before leaning down, she kissed him gently, “you’re perfect too, gorgeous, even,” she breathed against his lips, “you’re all i want, all i think about.”

she kissed him again, leaning forward, and reaching down between them, pumping his already hard cock, she lined it up with her dripping pussy and pressed herself back, taking him all the way in.

she moaned against his lips. she sat up slowly, adjusting to the stretch and the feeling of being so full. she rolled her hips slowly before she started riding him the way she had imagined a thousand times. 

she could hear him, the way he breathed hard and urged her own. his hands tracing over her stomach and hips, reaching up for her breasts. 

she didn’t care when they changed positions - when he was behind her, fucking into her, pulling her back towards him, she knew she was arching back towards him. and she came undone, falling back against him - his orgasm following hers - his cum filling her, dripping down her thighs. she gasped softly as they came apart. he pulled her close, falling back onto the bed. 

“please don’t leave,” she whispered into the soft darkness. 

soooo, dearest anon, i hope this is as good as you wanted it to be...it maybe got a little more serious than i meant, but oh well - here we are

♡ kat

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[sirfrogsworth]

I use AI upscaling to help with my photo restorations. And it is the one use of generative AI that I think has serious merit. I use Topaz so it is ethically trained on licensed images. It helps me preserve memories and give people photos of their loved ones with a clarity they have never seen. They get a much better sense of what their grandpa looked like when he was young.

But AI upscaling is not a push button solution. And I don't think it will be for a long time, if ever. It's part of a larger workflow. It doesn't save me time or effort. In fact, it adds quite a bit of time to the restorations.

Sometimes I have to upscale the background and people separately. Often I have to adjust the contrast and detail on people's faces so the AI renders them accurately. I have learned how to set things up for success before the AI does its thing. And sometimes there is a lot of trial and error to get a non-nightmare result. Each try can take several minutes to render. There are several algorithms to choose from, several intensity sliders, and once the upscale is at a place I am happy with, I have to use traditional techniques to make the people not look like wax figures. I use things like custom film grains and LUTs to make the pristine AI result look like an old photo again.

In other words, I care about the photos I'm restoring.

I saw people talking about restoring Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. It's a very difficult problem due to how the show was produced. The live action was captured on film—which can be re-scanned at a higher resolution. But the digital effects were all done on analog 480p video tape. Not only would they need to be re-rendered but they would also have to be recomposited. Odo's shapeshifting is especially tricky. There isn't an economical way to remaster the show. TNG was only possible because they filmed practical assets for most of the VFX. They still had to redo all the compositing and it was very costly just to do that.

AI could be the answer. But only if the studio is willing to see it as a tool to be used in conjunction with artists and not a push button solution. Every frame needs to be checked. Different scenes will need different techniques to upscale them properly. And some scenes will just need to be cleaned up manually with traditional tools.

Upscaling to 1080p or 4K is often a mistake. The more extra pixels you try to add, the harder it will be to get a natural result. I think 720p would be a happy medium to shoot for. Combined with modern TVs traditional upscaling you will get a good viewing experience.

There are already fan upscales that are decent. I would say they managed to get the equivalent detail of maybe 600p. If you remember playing games on an old CRT monitor, going from 640x480 to 800x600 is actually a decent bump in detail.

Even though the files are outputted at 720p, it doesn't look quite as sharp as native 720p video. It's complicated to explain, but the short version is... detail and pixel resolution aren't really the same thing. Even if the file is upscaled to 1080p or 4K, that doesn't mean it has equivalent detail.

Which means we use a really shitty metric to give people a sense of how much detail a video will have. Ks and Megapixels are near useless these days.

Do your 200 megapixel phone photos really look sharper than my 24 megapixel DSLR photos?

My point is... detail is complicated.

And AI is currently unable to handle all of that complication without supervision and care.

In any case, the fan upscale of DS9 is definitely superior to the DVD versions. Feel free to seek that out (use a VPN). And because fans did it, the upscales were done with great care. They didn't push the tool beyond its limits and they reviewed every episode to make sure no nightmares snuck in.

I really don't know how to prevent studios from cheaping out and just running content through an upscaler with no care or supervision. But I also don't think fans should outright reject AI as a solution. It can be done well if they let actual artists leverage the tools and do it correctly.

[lynnie-s3all]

can i request... reader braiding 1x1x1x1's hair for fun?

Well, i might draw it, but i can give these.

It's lovely... just like you.

1x1x1x1 with reader braiding their hair

His personality based off my headcanons will be very different from how other writers made so bear with me please :>

Braiding his hair so far is a pretty chill for the two of you, he likes the feeling of his scalp being pulled a bit, especially if you're seperating the strands of his hair. (well to be honest i kinda have a habit on that too)

He loves it when you brush his hair since his hair is smooth, it barely had any tangles, and removing the hairtie was a tricky one, since he like it to be tight, which probably irritate his head and get a migrane from that, so you have a solution to fix that. We'll go in that part later on.

Other than you brushing his hair, he would like to return the favor too. Doesn't matter if your hair is short or long, he would try to make braids on your hair. Well let's just say he got used to how to braid it after you taught him on how to braid step by step.

You would put on a mirror right in front of him and just to look at you in the refection, helping to braid his hair. I think he zoned out the whole time but it's just wholesome to be looking at you braiding...

"Well what do you think?" You grabbed a mirror and letting him hold it so he can look at himself.

"Not bad i suppose, but i don't want to wear them outside..."

He replied back with a blush on his face, while also grabbing his own hair and brushing it, especially the braids itself.

"Well, you still look pretty if you wear them like that, I'm just very much pleased to work with your white hair. It's so majestic..."

"Really?"

...

"Yeah, really."

Either way, i might took this headcanon from someone's idea but I'm gonna write it down but modify it into mine.

He would always maintain his hair, like literally his hair is silky and shiny, i couldn't be that jealous you know if it was that smooth. Like he would just use his own hair for a shampoo advertisement, but I don't think he would like that.

So the question is, where did he get his hair to be that smooth? He said "it happens naturally". I don't even trust this dude's words.

At one time he said he used his victims blood and that's the reson why he had silky smooth hair, but that's just so false or straight up common sense...

My recommended suggestions for him: find a ribbon or a bow, put it on top of his hair / ponytail braid. He's embarrassed (and denies it doesn't look pretty on him)

(and btw he's lying again, he's a bit mad, i know.)

HE LIKES YO-

"Sorry for bothering but she's dead."

- 1x1x1x1

"im still alive, dumbass."

(ANYWAY I'll MAKE A DOODLE OF THESE TWO YAY)

end note:

Yall, I'm so tired from schoolwork, so i did the headcanon ideas while I'm there and well... i made several ones so i think i can finish them in time (and make 3 requests on one go)

[gardens-light]

Hello! I don't know if you had watched Transformers Prime before, but I'd like to make a request!

Since there's been two DC themed request, how about a Marvel one? Can you do Optimus, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Knockout, Starscream, and Megatron with an (S/O) that has the same abilities and appearance as Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)?

Hi! I've watched Transformers Prime and it's honestly awesome! It's definitely a series I would of loved in my teens. I've actually been binge watching it again, for a Knockout fanfic I'm currently working on. But just can't decide whether to make it as a one-shot or a series. Also, apologies for the long wait. Hope you enjoy these headcanons!

TFP x Mutant GN/Reader

Optimus Prime

He meets you during a battle that had reached a critical point. The Decepticons had the Autobots pinned down in an abandoned city, forcing them into defensive positions among the ruined buildings. Blaster fire echoed in the night, flashing against the broken concrete. Optimus took cover behind a crumbling wall, scanning the battlefield for an opening when something unexpected happened.

A sharp BAMF! rang out, accompanied by a cloud of thick, dark smoke. In a blink, one of the Decepticons near the Autobot vanished—only to reappear midair, screaming as they plummeted to the ground, landing with a sickening crash.

Optimus turned sharply, scanning for the source of the anomaly. That’s when he saw you—a figure moving like a shadow, darting between enemies with an elegance he’d rarely witnessed. Your glowing eyes flickered like twin embers in the dark, tail flicking behind as you disappeared in another burst of smoke, reappearing atop a ruined bus before vanishing again.

Then, suddenly, you were right in front of him.

Crouching low, eyes locked onto him. Hands braced against the concrete, muscles tensed, as if anticipating his reaction.

Optimus, ever composed, held his ground. Observing your stance, your breathing. A warrior, but not one of the Decepticons.

"Impressive," he rumbled, voice calm yet firm. "But I must ask—who are you, and where does your allegiance lie?"

You simply blinked, tilting your head slightly. Then, with a small smirk, vanishing again.

Optimus exhaled slowly, optics narrowing. This one would need watching.

Relationship

Optimus recognizes your skills early on but remains wary of your unpredictability. Over time, however, he comes to trust you as an ally, learning to anticipate their unique fighting style. Appreciating how they move with agility and grace, often watching them train with interest. Soon incorporating strategies, utilizing your teleportation to scout ahead, infiltrate Decepticon bases, and disrupt enemy forces.

Your habit of teleportation would occasionally surprise him, but he adapts quickly, developing an awareness of when you might ‘bamf’ in and out of the Autobot base. Your habit of teleporting beside him mid-battle, often makes him say flippant remarks about the situation. Optimus always remains composed. “Must you always announce yourself like this?” but you'd always give him that smile that secretly that makes his spark pulse. “What? Not a fan of dramatics?”

He's reserved but deeply affectionate in quiet ways. He would take time to understand you and let the relationship develop naturally. enjoying moments of peaceful conversation. Intimacy would be slow-burning but deeply meaningful. He would cherish their presence and show affection through gentle touches, forehead touches, and soft-spoken words of devotion.

Optimus understands that you hold incredible power, but also a dangerous one. He takes it upon himself to mentor you, often reminding you of the responsibility your abilities come with. “Strength is not defined by power alone. It is defined by how one chooses to use it.”

He would be protective but never overbearing, trusting you to handle yourself but always ready to support you in danger.

Ratchet

Ratchet was having a normal—or rather, relatively normal—day in the Autobot base. In the middle of a difficult repair on Bulkhead when a loud, unnatural sound echoed throughout the medbay.

BAMF!

Sparks flew as his tools clattered to the ground. His optics darted to the source of the noise, and what he saw nearly gave him a processor failure.

Perched on a counter, legs casually swinging, was someone that should not be there. Your glowing eyes softly gazed at him, his optics studied your blue skin and tail.

Ratchet’s immediate reaction? Pure, unfiltered exasperation.

“What in the name of Primus—who are you, and why are you in my medbay?! How did you even get in here?!"

You gave him a sheepish expression, raising your hand in surrender. "Uh… sorry? I didn't mean to pop in unannounced. Agent Fowler told me to meet him at this location, I'm the new recruit."

Ratchet pinched the bridge of his nasal ridge, muttering something about "why do these things always happen to me?" Optimus arrived shortly after, explaining the situation, but Ratchet was not pleased about having a teleporter anywhere near his delicate medical equipment.

Relationship

Once he's over the shock, Ratchet is fascinated by your biology. He asks endless questions about how your teleportation works—“Is it neurological? Does it take energy? Can you teleport others? And why does it leave behind sulfur?”

Over time, he grows used to your antics. He would get very fussy if you teleport into his medbay unannounced, throwing tools in frustration, but he secretly enjoys your company. He would initially find your agility unsettling whenever you acrobat around the base, especially you're perched on high places. “Get down from there before you hurt yourself!”

Ratchet is a grump, but he’s also deeply caring. He would check on you often, making sure teleporting didn’t exhaust you or cause internal damage. If you get injured, he does not tolerate excuses. “I don’t care if you can ‘bamf’ away from danger—you’re still getting checked!”

Romance would develop slowly, filled with sarcastic banter, exasperated sighs, and unexpectedly tender moments. Intimacy would be quiet but deeply emotional. He’s the type to press his forehead against yours, silently assuring you that he cares. He would grumble about your teleportation one minute and then instinctively catch you if he saw you stumble the next. He would express love through acts of service, such as patching up any injuries, making sure you rest, and, when no one is looking, stroking your cheek with surprising gentleness. If you ever expressed insecurity about your appearance or abilities, Ratchet would scoff, “If you weren’t a miracle, I don’t know what is.”

Wheeljack

Wheeljack isn’t the type to get easily impressed—he’s seen a lot, fought a lot, and survived even more. But the first time he meets you? He’s caught completely off guard.

It starts with him tracking a Decepticon patrol, staying low, waiting for the right time to strike. Just as he’s about to ambush them—BAMF!—a swirling burst of blue smoke appears in the middle of the fight, and suddenly, bodies are dropping left and right.

You moved too fast for the Decepticons to react—teleporting between them, dodging blaster fire, flipping over one’s back, and landing a well-placed kick before disappearing again. Your tail whips out, knocking a weapon out of a scout's servo, and just as they turn to fire at you—you were gone.

Wheeljack stands there, staring, half-impressed, half-confused.“Huh. Well, that’s new.” You teleport right next to him, dangling upside down from a ledge, your tail wrapping around it, while grinning at him.

“You’re welcome.”

Wheel scoffs, but struggles to hide the smirk that teased the corners of his lips. “Didn’t ask for help.”

“Didn’t need to.”

Relationship

From that moment, the pair of you became a disaster duo. Explosions, infiltration missions, crazy stunts—Wheeljack loves your unpredictable energy. He would absolutely encourage you to prank others with your abilities, especially Bulkhead or Ultra Magnus.

With your combined skills, Wheeljack can't help but up with insane strategies in the middle of battles. “Okay, here’s the plan: You teleport me inside their ship, I plant the charges, you get me out, and we watch the fireworks.”

If you can swordfight, he’ll spar with you constantly, testing your agility against his raw combat power.

You always challenge each other, pushing one another to their limits but also watching each other’s backs. Competitive streaks turn into romantic moments. A sparring session ends soon ends pinning each other down, faces inches apart before he smirks: “Admit it—you’re impressed.”

Your relationship would be flirty and playful. Teasing each other mid-mission, teleporting behind him to poke his shoulder, only for him to smirk and throw a grenade your way. He loves your unpredictability, often grinning whenever you surprise him by appearing out of nowhere.

Wheeljack is big on physical affection. He loves it when you drape your tail around his arm, finding it both hilarious and endearing. He would enjoy spontaneous moments of affection, pulling them into unexpected kisses or scooping them up after a successful fight.

He can never hide the smile that comes to him, whenever you teleport onto his shoulders, casually perching there.The first time you dos it, he grunts but doesn’t move you. And before he knew it, eventually, it becomes a thing.

He would probably call you “Ghost” or “Shadow” as a nickname.

When it’s just the two of you, the chaos slows down. Simply sitting together on the roof of his ship, watching the stars, your bodies still buzzing with adrenaline. While Wheeljack absentmindedly traces his servo over your back, enjoying the quiet. "Never thought I’d meet someone crazier than me." He'd quietly admit, voice just above a whisper, causing a warm, genuine smile to come to you. "You’re welcome."

The first time you confess your love for him, he doesn’t say it back right away. Not because he doesn’t feel it—he does. But he’s not used to saying it. Instead, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours. "Took the words right outta my mouth."

Knockout

You both first cross paths when Knockout arrived at one of the illegal street races, scoping out the competition for potential entertainment or recruits. Disguising himself in his altmode, as usual, showing off his pristine red finish under the neon lights of the race scene.

But he notices someone... unusual in the distance—not a racer, but definitely someone with presence. Their movement was smooth, almost feline, his gaze studying their movements as they leap onto a streetlamp effortlessly, perched like some kind of predator.

Then, out of nowhere—bamf!—you teleport onto the hood of his alt mode in the middle of the race, crouching with an amused smirk, your tail flicking lazily. Knockout immediately slams on his brakes, trying to shake you off, but you just teleport again, this time inside the driver’s seat.

“Nice ride,” you remarked, trailing a finger along his polished dashboard. “You look like the kind of guy who likes to make an entrance.” Knockout, unamused but undeniably impressed, growls in frustration.“Do you have any idea how much effort goes into keeping this finish spotless?!” but you speechlessly teleport back outside, leaving behind a faint trace of smoke, he’s equal parts intrigued and annoyed. "Now, aren’t you an interesting little anomaly?"

Relationship

Since then, you and Knockout occasionally 'bump' into one another. But your relationship deepens after you help him in the middle of a battle, but you push yourself too hard.Knockout catches you mid-teleport, your body stumbling from exhaustion after rapid jumps across the battlefield. Instead of mocking you, he actually looks concerned.

Behind all the flair, he truly worries about you. He doesn't like seeing you exhausted after teleporting too much, and he'll make you rest- no arguments. "Even perfection needs to take care of itself, Darling."

If you disappear mid-battle and don't reappear for too long, he'll get scared. Frantically calling for you, optics searching wildly. But the moment you teleport back, he grips your shoulders, scolding you while checking for injuries.

Knockout finds your physical agility mesmerizing. Since he has an eye for aesthetics, your graceful agility and fluid teleportation catches his attention instantly. Your ability to vanish and reappear makes him constantly have to stay on his toes, which is both frustrating and thrilling to him.

The flirtatious banter between the pair of you, simply makes the air crackle around you. The first time you steal his buffer, he gapes in absolute horror. Teleporting just out of his reach, dangling it between your fingers."You wouldn’t dare." Something electric pulses throughout his frame, as you give him that oh-so sweet and teasing smile. "Oh? What’s it worth to you?" The next thing you know, Knockout has you pinned against a wall of his lab, his optics gleaming with mischief as he leans in close."You should know by now, darling, I always get what I want."

He adores your tail, often trailing his claws over it absentmindedly. Whenever you wrap it around his wrist playfully, he smirks and pulls you closer, murmuring, "If you wanted my attention, darling, all you had to do was ask." While you rest against his chassis, running his digits along your spine in slow, absent-minded circles.

He’s not one to open up easily, but when it’s just the two of you, the walls come down. Finding himself telling you things he wouldn’t admit to anyone else, simply creating a safe space where the two of you can talk about things neither of you admit to anyone else.

Starscream

Starscream’s first encounter with you was less than pleasant. It happens when he was patrolling alone, trying to get away from Megatron’s constant scrutiny. Already in a bad mood, muttering to himself about how he deserves to lead the Decepticons, when suddenly—BAMF!—a burst of blue smoke appears right in front of him.

His optics widen in shock, and before he can react, you were gone again. "What the—?! What in Primu's name?!"

But you simply reappear above him within the hallway of Nemesis, tilting your head, speaking in an unimpressed."Well, that’s rude. I just got here."

Once he regains his composure, he glares suspiciously at you. Not trust anything he doesn’t understand, and your ability to teleport unpredictably makes you a threat in his optics."Hmph. You think a mere parlor trick impresses me? I command an army of Vehicons!"

But you simply flash him a smartass smile,"That’s cute. Your army couldn’t touch me even if they tried."

Relationship

At first, Starscream is initially paranoid. Convinced you're either a spy, an M.E.C.H experiment, or some other potential rival. He watches you like a Seeker hawk, analyzing how you move, how often you teleport, and whether it drains your energy. But the more he sees you in action, the more intrigued he becomes.

The way you outmaneuver him effortlessly, always both infuriates and excites him. You never seem to be afraid of him—a rarity among Decepticons. You always tease him relentlessly, calling him out on his dramatics."You certainly do love to hear yourself talk, don’t you?" yet to your surprise, he also occasionally teased you in return, "and you certainly do love making entrances."

Sometimes he tries to outsmart you, setting traps or tracking energy signatures, but you always slip away—sometimes leaving behind cheeky notes or remarks just to piss him off.

Whenever Starscream flirts- of course in a grand, dramatic way—praising your abilities, making sly comments. "Ah, such magnificent skill! I do admire how you flawlessly use those talents of yours." but the moment they flirt back, he short-circuits. "Good, because I intend to use them on you... in a different sort of way." Cue his wings fluttering and an immediate change of subject.

Starscream doesn’t do well with feeling vulnerable. It makes him absolutely paranoid, hence why Starscream is terrified of betrayal. It takes a long time for him to truly believe you're not just using him. The first time you stay by his side despite having an easy escape, he’s stunned. "You... could have left." But you just gave him a warm genuine smile,"true..., but why would someone ever do that?" and that’s when he starts letting his guard down, hitting him unexpectedly.

Maybe it’s the way you stay with him after one of Megatron’s beatings, running your hands gently along his damaged wings. Maybe it’s when you teleport in front of him mid-battle, shielding him from an attack. Or, maybe it’s the way you laugh at his sarcasm instead of recoiling. Either way, he’s horrified by the realization that he's fallen for you- and fallen hard. "This is a liability. You’re a liability." You give him that teasing smile,"oh, sure, that’s why you hold onto me so tight at night." "...Shut up."

In public, Starscream is his usual dramatic, arrogant self. But in private? He lets tiny moments of softness slip. Whenever you lean against him, and he doesn’t push you away. But the first time you confess your love, he panics. Staring at you, wings flicking uncertainly, processor running at full speed. "You… you what?" a small smile teases the corners of your lips,"you heard me, Star." He opens and closes his mouth, trying to come up with a snarky reply, fails, then just mutters— "Hmph. You’re insufferable." He loves you too.

Megatron

When he first encounters you, it’s not because they sought him out—it’s because you caught his attention. He notices you first on the battlefield, moving too fast for his warriors to hit, teleporting between enemies with effortless precision. Bypassing defenses, evading detection, leaving only the faintest traces of smoke in their wake.

Megatron's initial reaction is not anger, nor fear—but fascination. He watches you fight, calculating, analyzing, testing. Most warriors rely on strength, on speed… but they rely on the element of surprise. Interesting.

When you finally come face to face, he's neither hostile nor immediately dismissive. Instead, he studies you."You evade death as if it were a game. Do you not fear it?" you give him a teasing smirk, "Should I?" His optics glow with intrigue. Admiring your strength and sees potential in your unorthodox combat style.

Relationship

At first, Megatron plans on testing your abilities and loyalty, sending you on a mission, fully expecting you to fail. But you always came back victorious, teleporting into the warship’s throne room and casually perching on his armrest. "I assume you’re impressed." He glares but doesn’t move them, "hmph. Perhaps you are not entirely useless after all."

Your personalities continuously clash, you're unpredictable. Megatron relies on control—of the battlefield, of his troops, of the war itself, yet he fails in attempting to control you. You don't fear him, and it's probably this what truly unsettles—and excites—him. Unlike others who cower before his presence, you stand their ground. Always challenging his authority, but never without purpose. You do not blindly follow orders, but neither do you act like a reckless fool. You intrigue him in ways he does not understand. The first time you outright refuse one of his orders, everyone in the room goes dead silent. "I don't take orders, Megatron."His optics narrow, but instead of striking them down, he give you a smirk with a hint of... flirtation? Within his words, "then you will find that I am not easily defied."

Whenever you tease him, He watches you carefully, knowing full well that you're are playing a dangerous game. But Primus help him—he enjoys it.

To love Megatron is to love a storm. He is power incarnate, and his love is not gentle—it is demanding, consuming, relentless, intense, almost overwhelming. His touches are possessive—gripping your arm, waist, or throat—not in a way meant to harm, but to remind you of his dominance. Physical intimacy is a battle in itself. You tend to push, tease and challenge him, yet he always responds with rough, fervent passion. Megatron rarely initiates softness, but whenever you curl into him, resting your head against his chassis, he finds himself... allowing it. "You test my patience." you look up at him, "and yet, here we are." Megatron isn't the type to whisper sweet words, but he will slaughter anyone who dares harm you. Nor, offer gentle touches, but when he wraps you in his arms, you can't help but feel as if nothing in the universe could touch you. And though he'd never speak- let alone usher the words "I love you"—but whenever he looks at you, you know he'd gladly burn the world for you.

He is used to subordinates fearing him, obeying him without question. But you? You disappear the moment he tries to intimidate you, only to reappear behind him, whispering in his audio receptors. "You’re not as terrifying as you think you are, Megatron." His optics flare with both irritation and amusement.

He is fiercely possessive. If another Decepticon so much as looks at you with ill intent, Megatron will make an example of them, quick to remind everyone who you belong to.

He hates feeling powerless. The first time you're injured, teleporting too much in battle and collapsing, he feels something foreign—panic. He catches you before you fall, optics flashing dangerously. "Foolish. You should have stayed at my side!" despite his harsh tone, his touch is gentler than expected as he carries you away from the fight.

Megatron allows you freedoms no one else has.You can speak to him in ways no one else can, vanish and reappear without being reprimanded. Resting against him, exhausted from battle, he lets you. No one else is granted such privilege.

At night, whenever the pair of you are alone, his guard lowers. Sitting together in silence, watching the stars. Megatron lets you trace your fingers over his battle-worn plating, exposing a rare moment of quiet vulnerability. During these moments, he doesn't speak much, but his servo rests on your back, grounding you. Sometimes, you wrap your tail around his wrist, a silent declaration of affection. He doesn’t comment on it, but he never pulls away. When you first confess your love, he doesn't react at first—his expression is unreadable. Then, slowly, a smirk tugs at his lips, "a dangerous sentiment. Love makes one… vulnerable." You lean closer, pressing your forehead to his, "only if you’re afraid of it." His optics darken, his voice low, "I fear nothing." And then, finally—he pulls you close, claiming your lips in a way that leaves no doubt.

[sourcherrybites]

Silly billy scenario

Character: Bruce Wayne

Disclaimers: Maybe (absolutely) OOC. Some suggestive content. Arranged Marriage! Bruce Wayne. I talk about Bruce's chest a lot. Bruce is kind of a bitch but also a softie. GN! Reader. English is not my first language so my apologies babes. No proofread, we die like me after running for 5 minutes.

Word count: 424

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Arranged marriage with Bruce Wayne but he genuinely wants to make the situation less miserable. he knows it sucks ass to be married off to someone you don't even know, so he wants to make you feel a bit better, for the both of you! If you're happy and well taken care of, he has the media and your family off his back. It's a win-win situation! So he looks up and researches everything about you, your personal style, social media activity, even your digital footprint because, why not? It isn't like he's getting married to the owner of the deep web, he just needs to know how to please and appease you

But he finds men, a lot of big chested, older, muscular men, (and women as well if that's what you're into, bless) real and fictional, and him, lots and I mean LOTS of pictures of him, either as Bruce or as Batman, and he is just... I mean... he is flattered that you find him attractive, that makes things a little less complicated, but it's a lot of pictures and a lot of posts about him, so he can't help but be between amused and uncomfortable. He feels a bit watched.

Okay, so he decides to ignore your fascination with men like him with him once you two get married, again, it's for the sake of appearances and his own mental peace. Bruce acts like he doesn't notice your eyes lingering on his arms a bit too long, like he isn't... not bothered per se, but not pleased either, when you tense as he stands close to you, like he can't basically read your thoughts about how just want to nuzzle your silly little face into his big, strong, hairy chest (HE HAS CHEST HAIR NO MATER WHAT ANYONE SAYS, SHUT UP) and forget about the cruel, cold world outside and rest between those wonderful pectorals he has and that would certainly fix all and every single one of your troubles, like he doesn't purposely sleep really, really close to you when he comes back from patrol.

Like he didn't grow fond of you and your small habits, of your squeamish nature, like it isn't entertaining to see you tweaking like that one Dobby video when he comes out of showering or just exists near your presence, like he hasn't begun to memorize your expressions, big or small. You have become that one piece of what's closest to normalcy to him, and he makes an effort to act like he hasn't started to love it.

©sourcherrybites 2025

[dammit-tazmuir]

YEAH. Every time I see people talking like she struggles with being in Corona's shadow, I'm like??? Guys, she made the shadow.

She never wanted to be Crown Princess. She may say "Ultimate power—and posters of my face," but that doesn't mean she wants fame from just anywhere. And honestly, the emdash there could well indicate that the latter was not just an afterthought but a straight up lie. The whole answer could be a lie, even, but either way she wants eyes off of her. Perhaps long enough to achieve true ultimate power, and then eyes on her would be good, but for now she needs stealth. Perhaps she's only saying what she thinks people will believe.

In GtN when asked which twin to fear, Harrow initially thinks Corona, because she says "I" and Ianthe says "we". Harrow takes this at first as Corona being more independent and dominant, while Ianthe sees herself as part of a unit. Later information makes it much clearer that Corona only speaks for herself and doesn't really have the power or sway to speak for Ianthe, while Ianthe very much does have the ability and inclination to speak for both of them. (Possibly also "royal we" but lol.)

This isn't to say I think Corona is an innocent victim or harmless. She is a bleeding heart and a diplomat first and in many ways wonderful, but threatening herself to force Ianthe to do something wasn't a new occurrence, and it's made a point she does similar types of flattery and ingratiation that Ianthe does with people. (Paraphrasing, "You look at We Suffer like you want her to think you're into her, but you're not.") And "what throne will I mount if you don't bind me down?" to Judith, with true fear, is... Baby what tendencies do you have that you don't trust yourself with...? Regardless, it certainly wasn't a one-sided deal. Just, IF one side has distinctly more power in their dynamic and the con they pulled off, at least by any metric other than how far the other would go for them, it's easily Ianthe.

There is also! The very high likelihood that Ianthe is why Coronabeth is as unnaturally gorgeous as she is. Like. "Nobody who's seen [her] in the flesh wastes time with an adjective." Corona has been barred entry to places because she's TOO pretty. Her beauty is written about in Cohort files, including one that says Ianthe's appearance next to Corona's suggests Ianthe may not be as good at animaphilia as Corona. We ofc know Corona isn't a necro. Animaphilia is never clearly explained, and when Pal says he thought it was her specialty her response is "that's just for show", which, knowing Tamsyn's love for layers... (Also Mercymorn, whose eyes show no signs of age in sgarp contrast to her peers, accuses Ianthe of being "one of those animaphiliacs" and let's be real she's a hypocrite lmao.) We know Ianthe can do body modifying stuff because of what she easily did to Harrow's hair, and when she's reunited with Corona she starts fussing over her looks and talking about how to fix her up.

Everything suggests that animaphilia involves altering the body and appearance, and that Ianthe has gone out of her way to use it on Corona to make her as radiant as humanly possible and then some, to ensure all eyes stay on her.

Also in the aforementioned Mercy bit, "[She said] I wasn't as pretty as someone called Cyrus. It was like being back with mummy." And yeah that's ouch to read, but Ianthe says it "with a touch of fond nostalgia". She's not bitter. She thinks it's funny. (Her sense of humor is ridiculous at all times and that's not un-related but like. Not the important detail here lol.)

The issue is people take her words at face value (she lies frequently) and/or project how they would feel in what they can see of her shoes. And it's entirely possible her feelings are ultimately mixed. It's possible she's doing a balancing act between a desire for recognition and immediate gratification versus sticking to her longterm goals that she wants even more. It's also possible that any hint of "oh woe is me, Corona always got all the attention" is fully her doing a bit, fishing for sympathy for something that doesn't actually remotely bother her. It's fully possible her only real issue with "they turned our birthday into a memorial" was being pissed people chose to believe Corona was dead. There are a lot of possibilities, but all of them involve her life in the shadows being entirely by her own design.

OF COURSE there's also just The Unwanted Guest (and anyone who hasn't read it should immediately). So like...

Whatever part of her might be genuine about craving recognition and praise could, you know, be pretty new actually. Or she could have been a little before but gotten a big boost lately. Imagine feeling a sudden need for things you didn't think you cared about, and those feelings aren't even yours, except they are, and it's entirely your own fault...

Whatever the case, we may not know any of her plans exactly, but so far, she's always been at least pretty adjacent to, if not exactly, wherever she wants to be.

The inherent misunderstanding of Ianthe's character as the constant second fiddle.

I see many posts about how Ianthe must be oh so devastated to always be number two. I also see so many posts calling Ianthe pathetic and a lot of them don't sound ironic about it.

Did anyone else here notice how every single character in the books who thought Ianthe was pathetic at some point has either converted to thinking she's probably one of the most dangerous lyctors to have ever existed or is just straight up dead now? What a coincidence. Or maybe, just maybe, having the common sense to survive until the end of Nona and realising Ianthe is to be handled with caution go hand in hand.

Even Pyrrha Dve says that Ianthe freaks her out.

Ianthe could have ended the jig with Corona at any point, proven the world that she is the golden child, not her sister. But why would she? She would have given up a good portion of her control over Corona for a little appreciation from people she doesn't care about. She would become the "crown princess of Ida as she never wanted". Having Corona see her as the only reason she ever manages anything is simply so much more valuable to her.

Harrow called Ianthe a boot licker and asked her how she isn't ashamed of groveling to Augustine like that. The woman straight up told her she simply understands that "being ashamed is a privilege". A couple hundred pages later Augustine dies by Ianthe's choice and Ianthe takes his place at God's side. Weird. Another funny coincidence. Or maybe Ianthe just understood that sticking close to Augustine no matter the cost would open a gate to promotion eventually?

Asides Alecto waking up, this Woman has thus far achieved every single one of her goals or is still on her way to doing so. She did not suffer a single major setback. The only people who ever managed to give her minor setbacks were people who understood exactly how dangerous she is and how serious she is to be taken as an adversary, people who understood that her main if not only weaknesses are a) that she cares too much about the people she loves and that the gaslighting is simply a desperate attempt to make sure they never leave her. (see Coronabeth and the gun) b) she has no patience and gets bored easily, thus will take short cuts whenever she can rather than doing a job correctly from the start.

I firmly believe she'll either suffer a terrible fait in Alecto or take god's place. Or both.

[energ00n]

I've always been interested in your au and I love how it's coming out, although I do wonder...

Is B-127 gonna be in it as some sort of apprentice or as a street rat(smth like that idk), or just not at all?

And if he is an apprentice, I honestly think he'd go under Microsis(is that how you spell it?) or Alchemist, maybe both but idk if that's allowed, he seems like the type to be trained under one of those two, but I wanna know what you think.

Anyway, I really love your designs for them, especially Jazz and Starscream they're so cool so far, and D-16 and Orion's relationship, it's funny and cute! Just a little worried about how things will turn out, going off of that one post with D and Orion. I also wanna know if we'll get to see more of the Primes.

That's all, love your art and AU, please don't explode :D ❤

(Sorry if some words are spelt weird or it's too long; I'm getting used to this stuff.)

Bee will make an appearance, as for his role I have an idea but it might get switched up in the future so I shouldn’t talk about it this early. He won’t be under 2 or more Primes at the same time, it’s not allowed and would be considered rather offensive for anyone to do

Thank you so much for liking my work this far! I’m glad you enjoy the story and the characters ^^

[razildor]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by the lovely @holdingontojupiter thanks!

So I kinda teased a favourite sentence earlier from a previous post I was tagged in. So here's where it comes from. The joys of a rough draft.

Tagging @ollypopwrites @heylittleriotact @thepalehorsevictoria @farore05 @redheadsramblings @rooks-leather-jumpsuit @silshinobii

Rook both loved and hated the skull helmet that Emmrich sometimes wears while in the Necropolis. How long have they both been down here? An hour or two at best, but to Rook, it felt like days. Of all days for her to get really horny and it was because of the Mage’s skull helm. 

Looking over at the Necromancer, Rook watches him finish summoning a helpful wisp into a skeleton, two of them already working to clear the debris and stone. Her eyes rest on his flowy arms, almost finishing the cast. She couldn’t help but admire not only the green magic that flows ever so gently. But also the movement of his long fingers, how the light from his magic catches on his grave gold.

—---

“Darling? Are you alright?”

“Yea- Yeah! Just lost in thought.”

“Are you quite sure? You don't seem to be your normal self.”

Emmrich comes closer, raises a ringed Hand, Feeling rooks forehead the back of it. still wearing the helm.

Rook tried looking anywhere but at him. At the helm, him being so close sent all sorts of thoughts through her mind, the soap he used that morning, his aftershave, and the slight smell of the necropolis that always clung to him. but The helm… Oh Maker, how the thought of him making love to her with It ok, would he go slow? Gentle rocking of his hips, each thrust sending his cock deep within her while he holds her face firm but with care, having her stare up at him as he speaks Nothing but tender words.

Or would he hold her down just how she likes, pinned under him, ringed hand holding wrists in place while showing no mercy with his thrusts, fucking into her until she's forgotten her own name but only remembering his.

“Rook?” Emmrich says softly, voice full of concern, lowering the hand to rest it on the stone table she currently sits on. Caging her between arms.

“It's… it's your helm…”

“My helm?” He questions, tilting his head slightly, forgetting he's still wearing it. “I thought you liked it?”

“I do! I really do it… It gives you that imposing look, graceful and… And….I-” She trails off, looking down as she fidgets with the leather buckle that keeps his coat in place.

“And you?”

“I really like it when you wear it” she answers, wishing a demon would come and swallow her whole to save her from admitting her thoughts.

“I'm sorry, my dear, I am deeply confused. If you like my helm, then what's wrong?”

“I like it because it makes you look both intimidating and sexy at the same time, I have… thoughts of you doing things to me with it on.”

A long, deafening pause between the two, Emmrich trying to process what Rook meant by her words. 

“Oh.”

Rook felt her cheeks burn, rarely did she feel embarrassed by sex but this… Well, what was she meant to say?

“Yeah- Well… Sha-shall, we get back to work? That artefact won’t make it to Vorgoth on its own!” Rook quickly slides under Emmrich’s arms, grabbing a random tool from the table in her haste - a brush, making her way towards the half buried artefact 

“Oh? You enjoy the idea of me wearing this while I'm deep inside of you?” Emmrich whispers behind the helm, bending forward to be eye level with Rook, a whimper leaves her lips, body becoming stiff at the closeness.

“Holding you in place while my cock thrusts into that delectable warmth of yours? Until you're screaming my name for the whole of the Necropolis to hear? Filling you with my seed until it sat deep within you?”

 “I…No?” Rook answers, clearly unsure of her own words. The lie sat heavily on her tongue, trying to keep those thoughts locked up. Yes she does want Emmrich to wear the mask while fucking her until she can't even remember her name.

“Hm, you're lying to me. You know I do not like lies, my sweet girl.”

[ll7esxs]

Imagine (seperated hcs and story for both of logan and hesh) wanting to date s/o and wanna tell elias about it since he trained them hard with discipline, then them thinking he my not like it or thinking they are slacking in their life, but it turns out elias actually knew they like S/O and he is totally supporting them

(Sorry im really bad at english but i don't mean elias is a bad or controller father😭😭)

I get u! I liked this ksjvauvhapreiu, They think he’ll be strict, but he surprises them

anon: also they are talking about Fem reader!

Logan Walker

Logan is not scared of much, but telling Elias that he wants to date you? That makes his stomach twist.

He knows Elias trained them hard, expected nothing but discipline, and he doesn’t want him to think he’s losing focus.

He overthinks it for days, wondering if Elias will think it’s a bad idea.

Hesh notices. One day, he just gives Logan a flat look and says, "You’re acting weird. Just tell him."

Logan finally works up the nerve but doesn’t know how to start the conversation.

So logan heads up to elias, Telling hime he wanna talks about something important.

The campfire crackled in the quiet night, faint embers floating up into the cold air. Elias sat across from Logan, arms crossed, watching him with that unreadable expression— actually waiting for him to speak something. Logan cleared his throat, gripping the beer in his hands a little too tight.

"So," Elias finally spoke, giving a simple smile. "You gonna tell me what’s got you looking like you just stepped on a landmine?"

Logan exhaled slowly. This was it.

"I… I wanna date someone," he said, voice steady despite the way his fingers fidgeted.

Elias arched an eyebrow, can't help but his smile widened a bit. "Oh?"

Logan hesitated, searching for the right words. "It’s not just anyone. It’s—It’s Y/N."

The silence stretched for a second. Logan braced himself for any kind of disappointing lecture that elias may give to him, for Elias to tell him that he needed to focus, that this wasn’t the time for distractions. But then—Elias chuckled.

Not a mocking one. A warm, knowing one.

"Logan, son… I was wondering when one of you boys would finally admit it."

Logan blinked. "What?"

Elias leaned back, shaking his head with amusement. "I’m not blind. I saw the way you look at ‘em...." Elias let out a sigh holding his beer "’s the same damn way I used to look at your mother."

Logan swallowed. He hadn’t expected this. Not this easy acceptance, or the mention of their mother.

"You… you don’t think it’s a bad idea?"

"A bad idea?" Elias scoffed. "Logan, if there’s one thing I regret, it’s not telling your mother sooner that I loved her... I fought it for a long time. Thought I had more time. But war doesn’t wait for love, son. You grab it when you can."

For the first time that night, Logan let out the breath he had been holding.

"So… you’re okay with it?"

Elias grinned, reaching over to clap a heavy hand on Logan’s shoulder. "Hell yeah, I am. Just don’t be a damn coward about it, yeah?"

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. He should’ve known Elias would see right through him.

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Hesh walker

Same as logan, he never opened up with elias about his emotions.

Having hard times to get to the point but then he got it!.

He runs through a million worst-case scenarios in his head.

What if Dad thinks I’m not taking training seriously?

What if he thinks I'm slacking?

Of course he is gonna say yes but what if he feels kinda disappointed?

He practices how to bring it up but it always sounds dumb in his head.

He finally tells Elias when Logan gets tired of his whining and tells him to just do it already.

"Okay, okay, but what if he doesn't like it?"

Logan gave him a flat look. "Then what, he grounds you?"

Hesh groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Man, I don’t know! I just—I respect Dad, y’know? And if he thinks this is a bad idea, then—"

Logan cutting him off, deadpan "Then you’ll be a grown ass man crying in his room. Got it. Just go talk to him."

So he did. Well. Kind of.

It took another hour of pacing outside Elias’ office, logan swore that if he hadn't respected hesh he would have thrown him in the office and get done with it already, Then hesh finally knocked and walked in.

Elias glanced up, seeing Hesh standing there with his usual energy—but there was something underneath it.

"Something you need, son?"

Hesh shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh… yeah. So. Funny thing—" He broke with a very short chuckle.

Elias waited with a bit frowning eyebrows. Hesh cleared his throat.

"I’m, uh. I’m dating Y/N"

Silence.

Hesh Looked at everything but elias pretending he hadn't said anything.

Then—Elias just laughed.

Hesh blinked. "…Wait, what?"

Elias leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, still smiling. "Son, I’ve known that since the second you started looking at her like she put the stars in the damn sky."

Hesh’s face went red feeling the heat. "Hey now dad..."

"Oh, you do. You got my heart, Hesh. Wear it all over your face."

That shut him up. Elias softened a little, voice lowering.

"Your mother was the best thing that ever happened to me. Kept me grounded. Reminded me there was more to life than just war."

Hesh swallowed hard. Elias let out a breath, watching his son for a moment before nodding.

"Come on now...I had you in this life when i was only 23, you're 28 man up!"

Hesh wasn’t expecting that level of support, but something about it made his chest feel lighter. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and grinned.

"Man, I was so ready to start doing push-ups on command."

Elias chuckled. "Well, since you brought it up—"

"Nope, I'm leaving." Elias laughed as Hesh bolted out the door.

And as Hesh walked away, he realized—he didn’t just get his father’s approval.

He got his blessing.

[btswit7]

Almost, Always (I/II)

Pairing: best friend's brother Jeon Jungkook / reader

Word count: 8.4k

Genre: mild slow burn, comfort, heartbreak, angst, comfort, 5 year age gap, romance.

Summary: She was always there—watching, admiring, loving him in quiet. Almost like a habit, almost like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. But to him, she was just his sister’s best friend. Until she wasn’t. Until he saw what he had been missing all along. But by then, was it already too late?

Tag list: @jenniebyrubies

A/n: finally! Done with it, Enjoy reading! I swear I had such a shitty time editing it. I tried to copy 8.4k words here and I have no idea why it did not get copied here and now I have to re-edit the entire thing. Fuck!

Ahh, 3hrs after posting it I realised, the very second paragraph was wrong. I was literally frustrated :")

You were Jungkook’s admirer. He was 5 years older than you. You have grown up in front of him. You were the one who gave him numerous nicknames that people around you started calling him with.

The neighborhood you lived in has many houses, the two stories house a few steps further away from yours is your best friend, Rua’s house. Jungkook is Rua’s elder brother. You and Rua have known each other since childhood and that's how long Jungkook knows you. Well, Jungkook was the reason why you met with Rua.

It's been a month, you have been living in this new place, in this new house where you are indeed bored. You haven't stepped out of the house if it isn't for your mother tagging along with you. You were an introvert and hence you barely stepped out of your house.

It was on a bright day, when you didn't have school you started playing with the toys your dad had bought for you and that's when the door to your house was knocked and soon after your mom followed the way to the main door to open it, a kid and a small girl were sitting there. The small girl was clinging to the boy's hand.

“ Hello, Ms. Lee, Mom sent these for you.” He said passing a box of cookies to your mom as a toothy smile spread on his lips.

“ That's so sweet of your mom, tell her I told her thank you. Where do you live and who is she?” You mom asked, pointing towards the girl who has her one hand wrapped around her his legs as she held onto his legs tightly. She was wearing a floral printed frock with a pink hairband, her chubby squeezable cheeks that would make you want to just squeeze them.

“ The two stories house over there, that is our house” he says pointing to the house from the front perch of your house to the said house.

“ Okay, well do you want to come in? My daughter would like to play with you both.” You mom says opening the door wider for them, that's when Jungkook sees you sitting there with your toys sprawled all around the drawing room while the tv has some rhymes playing which you have no care about as you are busy playing with your cooking set.

Jungkook enters the hall with the girl, by holding his hand.

“ Heyy! I am Jungkook” he says flashing you a smile and then nudging the girl beside him, he whispers “ Rua say what I taught you”

“ Hii I am Rua and I am 5 years old” she says as she pushes her open palm which shows she is 5 on your face.

“ Rua, you don't do that” Jungkook scolds before taking her hand down from your face as he smiles almost embarrassingly.

“ Hello, I am Lee ___ and I am 5 years old” you say smiling.

“ Uhh, Ms. Lee, Rua is my younger sister” Jungkook says, looking at your mother, answering her previous question which he forgot.

“ You are our friend now. You can also come to our house to play. We have iron man” he says to you as he forwards his hand for a sake.

“ Girls like barbie oppa, not iron man” Rua says correcting Jungkook.

“ No but we have Barbie too. Rua plays with Barbie, you can also come to play with her” Jungkook says, correcting himself.

You smile, saying, “ She is in my school?” You ask Jungkook as you remember the familiar face that you have seen in your school.

“ Uh yes, she reads in your school and I too read in your school” Jungkook says as he picks up the male barbie doll from the floor.

“ We have the same school” you say again getting busy in your miniature no flame cooking.

Soon your mom comes and places a plate full of pineapple semi-sweet cookies.

Your favourite

“ Enjoy this kids while I bring you some orange juice” a squeal leaves all of your mouths as you three busy yourself in playing and having your cookies.

After your first interaction, one after other things kept on happening, you used to go play at Jungkook's house or sometimes they used to come play at your house. Then, you got into the same school as Rua and Jungkook, you went to the school in the same bus. That's how your relationship with Rua and her brother flourished.

It was when you were thirteen and Jungkook was eighteen. Your admiration for Jungkook kept on growing. The way he was so athletic, smart and cool. That's how he was known in the school. He was not only just handsome but he was kind too.

It was a basketball match in the school between the Red house and the Blue house. Both teams are known for their high athletic skills. The Red team was of Jungkook, he was the leader competing against the blue team.

“ Rua, come fast, the seats are going to be full ” you tell as you hurry towards the ground where the match is to be held. Jungkook was known all around the school. From teachers, the staff and to students everyone knew about him and hence a reason why you were worried you won't get any seat for the match.

Spotting a seat you quickly sit as you put your sweater beside you on the seat making space for Rua.

“ Shit! ___ you are more interested to see my brother than I am” she says looking on the ground to spot her brother.

“ Just focus on the game Rua” you say now, taking out a sigh of relief as she leaves the question and focuses on the game instead.

The entire game passed by and you watched each and every move of Jungkook mesmerized. The way he puts the ball in the goal effortlessly, the way he is so confident about his work and the way the stadium echoes in praises when he wins the match. Yes, he won the match.

Boys and girls around him cheer for him. You watch as his coach pats his back and whispers something in his ear making him smile before he leaves the place. Boys and girls around him join him as they start shooting for Jungkook, amidst all those people your eyes never leave Jungkook's figure as you.

Just then, one of the girls from the cheerleader group came to the front, forwarding Jungkook a towel. The cheerleader only had a tiny short and a tight white tee. Even through the entire crowd you could visibly see Jungkook tense up, his cheeks growing red as he takes the cloth from her hand. She forwards him a bottle of water as you look at your own blue bottle with your name written on top of it by your mother so it doesn't get mixed up with others. They talk for some more time as the cheerleaders as the crowd reduces.

“ ___ let's go! It's over. Next class will start in like 5 minutes” Rua nudges you on your shoulder as she looks at her wrist watch, the copy of which you are wearing too.

That's how close you were to Rua. Wearing the same things was very common between you both.

“ Uhh.. yeah let's leave” you say as you pick up your blazer and water bottle and rush inside but when you look behind you see how Jungkook has his hand wrapped around the cheerleader’s waist as she holds onto his forearm as their mutuals take a picture for them.

And that did get you thinking the rest of the day.

It was evening when you decided to go meet Jungkook. Well, in your defence you did tell yourself that you are not going to let Jungkook know that you sneaked from your class in the name of filling a water bottle and spent an entire class along with your break just to watch him play, you won't let him get to know that right?

Well, that's how your heart convinced your mind because you were not at all able to control yourself. Your mind just kept on thinking just about Jungkook—-

“ He is so cool”

“ Does he go to the gym? His thighs are sooo strong”

“ Jungkook is soo good looking”

“ but….who was that girl?”

You find yourself asking numerous questions which lead you to feel unfocused and then you decide to go meet Rua. Well some notes will be a good escape to go to her house because your mom will definitely not allow you to go considering it's 9:30 pm already.

You ring the doorbell for Rua's house. The door is opened by her mother who welcomes you in, without any question.

You spot rua sprawled on the sofa as she watches an anime on the tv. Well, your wish is to talk to Jungkook and not to rua. So, you go forward to her.

“ What's up buddy?” You ask as you patt on her shoulder later sitting down on the sofa.

“ Nothing much, well what are you doing here now? Your mum is going to scold you” she says as she sits straight on the sofa.

“ Actually I just had to talk to kook. I felt stuck in this sum. Where is he?” you ask looking around when you don't notice him.

“ He is in his room. You can go meet him” she says pointing towards the corridor which connects his room to the drawing hall.

Not like you don't know where his room is.

You knock on the door of his room thrice but hear nothing. You knock again but still no response but rua confirmed he was in his room. You quietly opened the door and peeked in, there he was by the large window looking out with wired headphones in his ear.

He looks ethereal.

The way the wind moves his soft luscious bangs with itself as his soft pink lips stay parted. His skin glowing under the moonlight. His face being the only thing glowing as the dark room, his black clothes and the night outside combines to form complete blackness.

You get in the room and place your notebook on the table beside the door. You quietly walk in and patt on Jungkook’s back. His plain eyebrows form a frown as he opens his eyes looking the way from where his shoulder was patted. There he spots you and soon he smiles taking out his earphone.

“ Hii ___” he says.

“ Hii kook” you say as you stand beside him. Now the wind makes your hair flow with his.

“ What are you doing here now? It's so late” he says, checking the time on his phone.

“ Uh.. I am here to… uh yeah congratulate you on your win” you say proudly, your eyes shining from the thrill of match that you watched a couple of hours ago.

“ I am proud of you kook! You did so well. The way you hit the ball in the last few seconds and it went exactly was just unreal! No wonder everyone was so amazed by your moves. The way each and every move of yours looks effortless but it just tells how much hard work you put in Mastering it. Just amazing, kook” you finally finished now looking at him.

“Wait, so you watched the entire match?” he guesses as a small smirk plays on his lips.

As soon as you hear his question your eyes widen realising you spoke way more than you should have.

Just great.

You hesitate later trying to mask it up, “ I didn't watch… I hear–”

“ Liar” he says as he leans forward slightly looking intently in your eyes, “ you do have this habit of blinking your eyes when you lie”

You look away as blush creeps up on your cheeks, he then slightly pinches your cheeks not knowing what this small act of his has done to you.

You both stay quiet for a while, enjoying the peace and the closeness of the moment while adding this entire moment to your memory lane with Jungkook.

“ But next time, don't skip your class to watch matches,” he says. You nod vigorously to his statement.

You try not to say this but you still end up saying, “ kook, who was that last girl who came to give you water?”

He frowns first thinking who you are talking about then he remembered, “ ah she is mia. She is a cheerleader and my classmate”

You nod while he continues, “ she is a nice girl, kind and sweet. It's fun to be in her company”

“ Oh, that's great” you say as you play with your fingers, suddenly finding the floor much more interesting you further add, “ okay I think I should go.. uh it's late” you take a few steps back but Jungkook holds your hand slightly stopping you.

“ But you just came here,” he says, frowning.

“ Mom, asked me to come fast. I just came to congratulate you on your win which I did now I should leave” you say forcing out a smile.

“ Okay, I'll walk you home” he says as he starts to keep his phone and headphones.

“ kook, I can manage it's not fa–”

“ I am not asking for permission, I am just letting you know that” he says as he walks out of the room and soon you follow not forgetting to take your notebook.

As you both walk side by side, you feel the soft wind causing you to chill, yes that's what winters do to you. It's your fault for not taking your sweater with you when you walked out of the house.

Jungkook is right beside you, you can feel his soft vanilla smell as warmth from his body radiates. You take a glance at his and then the thought of that girl with Jungkook crosses your mind.

He does think she is beautiful, did he ever think I am beautiful too? You find yourself questioning your own self as you both walk side by side.

“____, is something wrong? You are never this quiet” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“ Nah, nothing's wrong” I say smiling as you stand when you reach your front door.

“ If you say so. Good night, ___” he says ruffling your hair making you smile more.

“ Good night kook” you say as you make a run towards your door.

Jungkook waits for you to get in as he waves his hand in the air which you reciprocate while getting in your house.

It was when you were, fifteen years old and he was twenty years old. Your whole family decided to have a small party at a restaurant where Jungkook's entire family and another family of your dad's friend was present.

Initially, it wasn't your parents plan to celebrate your birthday but an end moment thing.

You were done cutting the cake and a series of thank you left your lips when you received your birthday presents. The food arrived and after having the food and dessert, your and Jungkook's family came in your respective cars. Both of your family reach at the same time.

Your dad is busy in the garage parking the car, you are on your way to carry your big boxes of gifts in your house when you get called.

“ Uh yes kook?” You ask when you notice Jungkook standing right behind you, both his hands behind his back.

“ Uh.. I just have a gift for you” he says as he forwards the small box towards you. You slowly place the boxes of gifts you are carrying down with some assistance from Jungkook.

Your eyes light up as you hold the box in your palms, you hurry to open it and a gasp leaves your mouth when you notice the beautiful bracelet. It shines under the moonlight.

“ Let me help you” he says as he carefully takes the bracelet out from the box. Taking the lead, he makes you wear it.

“ This just looks perfect, thank you!” You exclaim as you go for a hug. He hugs you back.

“ Okay then, go and sleep. You are growing up too fast” he says as he again ruffles your hair.

“ Good night kook” you say as you again pick up the gift boxes with his help and walk towards your home but your mind is completely hazy with his thoughts. Jungkook did care enough to bring you a bracelet.

‘ you have no idea what you do to me,’ you think as your focused eyes on the bracelet slowly close from exhaustion.

It's his birthday.

Yes it's Jungkook's twenty third birthday and you can't help but feel excited. His Parents have decided to hold a small gathering with his friends. In which you are definitely invited.

It's 5 pm in the evening, you pull out your new dress from the wardrobe. Well, you kept this dress untouched for an important occasion and what can be more of an important occasion than his birthday.

The knee length dress fits you perfectly, hugging your curves just perfectly. The soft not only feels comfortable on your skin but it also makes your skin glow.

You never considered yourself breathtaking— but today when you look at your reflection you admit that you look beautiful, so beautiful.

You are finally done getting ready, you look at the wall clock in your bedroom, it reads 7 pm. Oh shit! You didn't just spend two hours getting dressed. Well that's how you felt because it's his birthday today. It's time for you to leave or you will miss the cake cutting ceremony when you will reach. And no way you want to miss that!

You look around yourself and pick up the gift bag from your bedside table. The gift holds so much significance for you. Jungkook will love it.

You feel nervous as you get out of your house to work in the direction of Rua’s house. The cool September wind blowing did no favour to calm your pulsating heart down instead your mind kept on making the worst possible scenarios. You feel agitated when you think that you have a big thing to do today. You have to confess to him today.

You will do it right?

What if Jungkook doesn't like the dress? What if he doesn't like the present you have for him? What if you are too late and he is already done with the cake cutting ceremony? You are going to look so dumb then.

You almost throw your head back to feel sad if something like that happens.

You swallow to help yourself calm down. You are going to do it— tell him how you feel about your relationship with Jungkook. Soon, Jungkook's house came to your view as you exhaled a sigh trying to calm your heart down.

The door to Jungkook’s house is already open as loud music comes from the inside. It seems everyone is there already. You exhale one last time mustering a small– you can do it.

You step inside as the smell of expensive cologne and beer hits your nostrils. Well, it is well known to you that Jungkook has some rich friends.

Soon, you feel a tap on your shoulder as you look behind to find Rua.

“ Hello, pretty” she says as she comes close to admiring more of you.

“ Hello gorgeous,” you say smiling.

“ Gosh, are you trying to make every guy lose their mind at this party tonight? Cause you are definitely taking all the attention” she says with a nudge on your shoulder.

“ Shut up. These heels hurt!” You complain looking at your heels.

“ Awh, well you are at the right time. Oppa will be coming anytime with his friends” she says looking at the main gate.

Soon enough many guys and girls enter the house. Some faces recogniseable to you but mostly new faces. At last Jungkook enters looking handsome as ever but beside him is a girl you have seen many times before, holding onto his arms as if she belongs there. The cheerleader.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you notice how beautiful the girl beside him looks. The long white gown that fits her perfectly in all the right places. She looks pretty.

No.

She is pretty.

The party keeps going, people drinking and dancing all around the house. The cake cutting ceremony was also over. Jungkook did feed you the second bite but you saw how he held the other girl close from the small of her back and fed her later taking the rest of the cake in his mouth. His friends around him clap and hoot for him as he takes bites from other pieces.

“ Gosh ___, let's sit somewhere I feel tired,” Rua says, pulling you to the nearest couch with her. You look around yourself and find Jungkook with his group of friends. Jungkook steps aside as his eyes fall on you making your eyes widen. Shit you weren't planning to get caught.

“ Wait, I'll be back with a bottle of water” she says as she stands up to leave but you stay seated there. Soon you feel the couch beside you dip with someone's weight so you look beside you just to find a guy. His hands rest on the headrest beside you head as the swirls the beer in your hand and asks, “ hey girl! What's your name?” He asks leaning towards you as he smells of booze and the same rich cologne.

A thick silver chain dangles in his neck as his dark black eyes roam on your face and collarbone making you nervous. Your eyes stay focused on him as you gulp later whisper out your name.

“ sorry couldn't hear you” he says getting further closer to you as he shifts towards you. You feel uncomfortable, you want to push him away but you feel small in his presence.

“ Okay, chill, have this beer. I am not here to eat you until you would like—” he says as he forcefully makes you hold onto his beer glass. The glass feels colder in your hands.

“ No, I don't drink..I—” you say trying to leave the glass.

“ Come on sweetheart, you don't look underage” the guy beside you says as he smirks at you, his wrong intentions clear to you.

Suddenly, the glass is pulled out of your hands as Jungkook throws the beer on his face.

“ Enough Mike” he says as he clenches his jaw.

“ What's wrong with you dude?” He says as he stands up dusting his clothes as if the soaked beer on his clothes will fall down. You too stand beside him.

“ Leave before I push you out” he says as he points towards the door.

“ Kook, let it—” you flinch hearing Jungkook's sudden outburst.

“ I said LEAVE” he says harshly making Mike grit his teeth as he angrily looks at you before stomping out of the house.

Jungkook looks at you as his eyes are fierce, making you feel small as you play with your fingers while looking down, “ ___, I am really sorry for what happened. I will teach him a good lesson tomorrow when he is sober” he says as he gets furious, his eyes not meeting yours in shame.

“ Kook, it's alright. Uh… I am fine now” you say looking at his eyes. He exhales a sigh of relief as he holds your hand.

“ Tell me what can I do for you, miss? Would you like a drink, wait… apple juice, that's your favourite” he says as he walks towards the fridge, while holding your hand as you walk behind him. Your eyes never leave his figure.

Yes this is the guy you like, the same guy you will confess today.

Taking out a bottle of apple juice as he pores some for you and himself in a glass.

“Here you go, miss,” he says, forwarding a glass to you. Your heart goes frenzy when his long slender fingers brush against your warm hands but to Jungkook it was nothing. He looks at you as you sip on the glass.

“ By the way, I like your new style though. You are a big girl now” he says as he pats your head, he squints his eyes as he smiles. A shy smile forms on your face as you look at your drink.

So he did notice how your usual hoodie sweatpants style is now changed to some beautiful knee length dress. Your usual braided long hair is open and easily flows with the air. Your sneakers or flats changed to heels. High heels. Your moisturized face now has make up applied and that he likes your style.

“ And uh you look handsome too” you say as pink dust forms on your face. You feel so comfortable around Jungkook. Like you never feel with anyone. In his company, you don't mind being highly drunk to the point you are not even able to walk. You know for a matter of fact he will take you home safe and sound. You know Jungkook so well, you admire him for the kindness he shows, how loyal he is and how amazing of a person he truly is.

Jungkook comes to stand beside you as he dips on his drink while you steal glances of him. The cold apple juice in your hand long forgotten as the thing that is causing a burning flame in your body is in your sight aka Jeon Jungkook.

His hair is not gelled like before, the effect of gel loose on him as the party has been going for hours. The first few buttons of his shirt open giving a view of his milky chest to you. You have seen clips of him working out in the gym, you know what can be the possible reaction of your body if you get to see below that: death. His black trousers are tight around his strong thighs that he must put so much effort on for them to look so good just from the view.

“ Is there something wrong?” he asks as he catches you staring at him, completely lost on how handsome he looks just by standing there.

“ Uh no.. nothing” deeper shades of crimson paint your cheeks as you manage to say your words to him.

Shit____, you leave no chance to get yourself embarrassed.

“ Uh, I was thinking of being with you till the party ends. I really never thought that bastard would pull up such moves. It's shameful that happened” he says as he looks into oblivion sipping on the apple juice.

“ Kook, that's not shameful. It's not like it's your faul—” you are interrupted midway when Jungkook gets hugged by the cheerleader girl.

“ koookiieee… let's go danceeee!! Our friends are waiting for usss” she says as she hugs him tighter, hiding her face in his back.

“ Eden, not right now.. I have some—” now this time he is interrupted by the cheerleader.

“ Ohh what are you having!?” She almost shouts in her high pitched voice as she takes the glass from his hands and takes the smallest sip she could.

“ Ahhh… apple juice? Really kookieee, you..you are ummm 23. We should have beerrr, kookie” she says as she slams the apple juice on the table, spilling some on the table in the process.

“ Jungkook bro, let's go” another of Jungkook's friends comes as he throws his hand around his shoulder. He is as drunk as maya (?).

“ Guys, chill ou—” this time he is interrupted by you.

Well, the interruption game is going well.

You get down from the stool as you speak “ Uh kook, just go and enjoy. It's completely fine here” you say soon rua joins you with a mojito in her hands.

“ What happened?” She asks as she stands beside you taking a sip of your apple juice, later making a disgusted face when she spots the two blitzed people are making her strong brother their standing pillar.

“ Nothing” you whisper to Rua as you speak to Jungkook, “ kook, you can go. Rua is here now” you say, holding her arms as if showing your most prized trophy to him.

“ Rua take care of her and yourself too. I'll be around” he says as he takes those clingy people with him.

“ Well, what happened?” She asks you as you both are alone now.

“ You tell me what happened? Were you doing some chemical reaction of hydrogen and oxygen to make water or you went there to bring water?” You ask because she was gone for way too long to just bring water.

“ You know there was this really cute guy, so he made me a mojito,” she says as a shade of crimson takes over her face.

“ You just spill the tea” you say as you both make your way towards the living room couch.

“ Okay cool, but first have this mojito. It's so tasty” she says, forwarding you the glass as a shy smile forms on her face.

—--------

The party goes on for another hour, and you talk to some more of Jungkook's friends. You look around trying to spot Jungkook and unfortunately from the couch in the drawing room you can't find him anywhere.

He is not standing in the same place where his friends took him. Rua is right beside you, “ ___, I am so sleepy” you hear her whine as she throws her head back on the armrest of the sofa. You look at the clock 11: 27 it reads.

“ Ah, okay let me just give my gift to kook,” you say standing up as she too stands up with you.

“ Not like I live a few kilometres away. I'll go by myself” you say.

“ You sure?” She asks, confirming as she slightly opens her eyes.

“ Yeah sure” you say, finally walking out of her room.

“ Message me after reaching home” she shouts back while you shoot back a loud approval to her.

—---

Now your task is to look for Jungkook, call him to his room and give him the gift alone. Yes, alone. You have waited the entire time just because you had to give him the gift alone. You can't confess your love to him in front of so many people.

As your heart thumbs in your chest with every step you take for your search for Jungkook. You look around cautiously as you pass the stage where intoxicated peers are still dancing to those high bass songs but as your eye scans through them, you nowhere find Jungkook among them.

You know for a matter of fact that Jungkook ain't between them or it would not even take you a minute of looking at him to know it's him, yes that's how much you know Jungkook.

As you look to your left towards the sitting area in the living room you don't find Jungkook there either.

“ Where is he?” You find yourself murmuring as you look to your right towards the kitchen. Well, the kitchen is empty with a few empty beer cans lying on the kitchen island. Well, true that who will be at the kitchen definitely you weren't expecting some drunk dudes to be cooking some meal.

Shut up, ___!

You now turn your head towards your front, there's just one light that lights that place. You slightly squint your eyes as you see a couple in the far end.

The male is pressed against the wall as the female has her back attached to the male's front. She throws her head on his shoulder as she is held securely in his arms.

Why does their dress match with the dress of Jungkook and mika(?).

Your heart shatters into pieces when you see the male lean as the girl tilts her face and before you can even think, they press their lips against each other.

The male is none other than the guy you were about to propose that day, the birthday boy aka Jeon Jungkook with the cheerleader.

You hear your heart break as if a glass breaks when it falls from a height. Your grip on the gift bag tightens to the point your nails dig in your own palm. Your hand feels cold but your whole body is hot, as if on fire.

You don't know how to react as tears unknowingly fall from your eyes. Your breath quickens as the realisation of what's happening in front of you dawns upon you. Your feet move on their own and rush to the first room that your eyes fall on. You close the door shut as you press your back on the door as a loud cry leaves past your lips.

You… just now witnessed Jungkook kissing…

… Kissing the cheerleader.

Your brain doesn't form proper sentences anymore as the scene of them being so close, them kissing keeps playing on loop in your mind. She indeed fits perfectly for him.

More and more tears fall from your eyes as some time passes by you standing in the same spot. As you finally get back to your senses or that your little crying session makes you feel better the realisation of you standing in his room hits you.

You take a few steps forward to confirm if it's his room. It's his room. Very little gym equipment was kept at one corner of the room. The black interior of his room and the neat and clean sheets remind you of the many times you have come to his room. And especially the smell, the minty yet soft smell the room speaks volumes of it being Jungkook's.

You gulp and try to breathe. It's too much for you. You were about to confess your feelings to him today. Well, reality had its own plan. You look at the crumbled gift bag in your hand which till now you were holding with all your strength as if your life depended on it. You slowly loosen up your hold only to witness some blood oozing out of your palm, patches of red on the gift bags handle.

You need to leave because it feels suffocating. You can't do this. You can't be in his room and be reminded of him and at this moment being reminded of him means being reminded of the scene you witnessed minutes ago. Your brain chants you should leave. Yes, you should.

You drop the bag at the bedside table where his favourite lavender scented candles, a mini bottle of his favourite cologne and most importantly a group photo of his family is kept, he is a loyal guy. You know it very well. You quietly and carefully place the bag over there. You leave no note nor an explanation of who gave him this gift.

You just turn away. Turn away to leave. Turn away so you can be away from his thoughts. Turn away so you don't end up sleeping in his bed, you want to be close to him. You just want to be held. Held by him. But how can he hold another girl who apparently has some deep rooted feelings for him, when he himself has a girlfriend.

Girlfriend, the word just settles in your brain without you even acknowledging. They must be dating for them to be kissing that way. They must be dating for her to be so close to him. They must be dating because Jungkook has known her for so long. And they must be loving in silence.

You walk away from his house. The loud noise of the party has long long been forgotten, just a lifeless body walking out of the house. You quietly enter the house. You don't want anyone to see you like this, broken. You don't care to pick up any call from Rua, no matter how many times she calls. Neither you change your clothes nor you wipe your already ugly makeup.

You just sleep.

—------

It's been almost 15 days since that incident. The next day after his birthday, Rua came to check up on you but you didn't open the door when your mom and Rua were banging on it. You lied about being sick.

Well, your heart was sick. No, it was broken into a million tiny pieces.

You haven't been to Rua's house even once in fifteen days. Well, this is unbelievable to anyone. In your 18 years of life, it hasn't been that you have not visited Rua's house even once in that long. Apart from the many reasons for meeting rua for gossiping, helping each other in academics, your main reason was Jungkook.

To meet him indirectly, know about his whereabouts, sometimes play games with him or just to get a glance from him. To look at him just to bless your eyes with his ethereal beauty.

He is majestic.

You sit on the bench of the empty park. It's past 9pm when you got out of your house, you felt stuck so going for a walk felt like a better option. Well, it was if it wasn't for the sudden interruption of a very known someone who decided to just sit beside you on the bench.

You know very well who he is.

The bench shakes a little as your trace breaks, your entire form getting tensed up.

But you don't look his way, maybe just to show that you didn't know it was him sitting beside you, but you knew it was him.

“ Rua has been missing you for a while, why don't you come home?” He asks with his hands in his pockets, the wind chill as if telling winters aren't far.

“ Finals” you say after another minute of silence. You straighten your posture as you look straight, your own hands now inside the pockets of your jacket, you continue, “ I have to study. Finals are looking”

He stays silent. You know he wants to say something. The way he fucks his head down, you know he wants to say something but he stops himself. A few more minutes pass and the urge for you to get up and leave for your house intensifies.

Another wish that intensifies is the will to look at his face, get drowned in his eyes and to be washed in his warmth. You grit your teeth.

Stupid,

You are fucking stupid.

He is not yours. your heart screams.

You suddenly stand up as you say, “ gotta go. Mom must be waiting” wasting no more time you start walking towards your house.

You walk a few steps and that's when you are stopped by him. The way your name just slips his tongue. You could die to just hear him once more. You need to hear him once more. You stop dead in your tracks and he walks closer to you.

“ You are lying. It's not your finals” he says walking closer to you as he now stands in front of you.

“ Then, what is it?” You almost snap but not even once you look in his eyes, you just can't.

“ Is it because of mike? I don't want to brag, but I literally had a fight with him the other day” he says as his eyes fall on his right hand’s knuckles. There are some faint marks which you do take a glimpse of by slightly tilting your head in that direction.

‘So he had a fight with one of his friends for you..? Does he perhaps like you?’ heart asks.

‘fuck ___, shut up. He. Has. A. Girlfriend,’ your brain chants.

You again feel the pain of the same intensity when you say the word girlfriend for him. It isn't just this time, this ain't new to you. The pain ain't new to you.

“ I told you the truth now it's upon you if you believe it or not” you say as you try to walk past him only to be stopped as he grasps your wrist stopping you in your tracks, just beside him. He sighs again.

“ You know that you have us right. Why don't you talk things out with us? You have me, rua and all of us. If anything is bothering you, I am more than ready to help you out” he says as he looks at your side profile now making you somewhat conscious of how you are looking.

You want to tell him the thing that is bothering you. He. He is bothering you. His thoughts are bothering you. He has a girlfriend that is bothering you. Your unsaid confession is bothering you. And that you love him that too is bothering you.

“ If there would be something, I would tell you” you say as your voice somewhat softens.

“As you should” says.

He did it again, his long hands, slender fingers getting through your hair as he ruffled them, like he always does. But this time it just feels as if the time has stopped. You don't realise when you close your eyes. He is still there, holding your wrist. You open your eyes as you say.

“ Leave..” your voice betrays you coming much more weak.

“Huh?” He asks, confused.

“ Uh.. leave my hand, I got to go home” you say your heart is burning. As soon as he leaves your hands you make a beeline to your house. You can't stand there when he has again made a spark at your chest. You are quick to get in your house and try your best to busy yourself with something just so you don't think about him. Well only if that was even possible.

—-----

Your finals are over nearly a month ago. It was after another month with your last interaction with Jungkook that Rua barged in your house angry, angry that you no longer want to keep your friendship with her and that is the reason you are not going to her house or meeting her often like you used to.

Your mother did scold you later as she saw how rua was bawling her eyes out. Your mother did have a valid reason to scold you. Your screen time has increased a lot. All you do in your free time is to go through those one minute videos and don't even realise when hours have been spent on it.

Regardless of everything, the reason you are visiting rua today is something big. You have no idea how you are going to talk things out to rua or how she might react.

You knock at her door only to be welcomed by rua herself. She moves aside making way for you to get in. There's a sweet aroma in the house.

“ Well, you came at the right time. I was baking cake and was about to call you. I got stuck” she says throwing her head back in defeat, her hands covered in flour as a chuckle leaves your mouth at her condition.

“ Okay, lemme see what you did” you say moving to the kitchen. The rest of the procedure was done by you but rua was actively taking part in it by helping you as much as she could.

“ Woahhhh” she groans, throwing her head back, “ this is the tastiest cake I have ever had, because I have contributed to making it” oh how dramatic she is.

“ Right, contributed” you say as you force a smile at her face just to tease her to which she rolls her eyes. You cut yourself a slice from the cake, taking a bite from the slice and nod your head, “ it indeed is tasty”

“ Phenomenal it is” you hear as she takes another bite now focusing on the tv.

“ Well, what is phenomenal? Let me know too” Jungkook comes out of his room as he walks towards you on the couch. You don't look his way instantly, well you almost stop yourself from turning towards him.

“ The cake, it's just too good” she says as she again focuses on the drama playing on the tv.

“ Feed me too” he says as he comes to stand in front of you but he is just in his sweatpants. His chest right in front of your eyesight. You didn't want to but you unknowingly did roam your eyes on his sweat covered body. He looks ethereal. Well he always does.

You forward the spoon and your plate in this direction for him to have it. But he doesn't take it.

“ Feed me please, my hands are dirty” shit shit shit. You feel yourself stiffening hearing his plea. He requested you to feed him and not his sister. He places his hands on his knee as he bends forwards.

You do as he said, your actions slow. The cake is hot and so is Jungkook. So you blow onto the cake later forwarding the spoon to him. He takes the bite as your other hand unknowingly goes under his chin so the cake crumbs don't fall onto the floor.

The hums of satisfaction that leaves his throat tells you he liked it.

“ One more spoon please” you feed him again in the same way.

“ One more” you do.

“ One more”

“ Ugh! Let her eat. We’ll keep some for you” she says, stopping her brother.

“ Okay guys keep some for me” he says as he forwards you an apologetic smile when you glance at him.

Everything is done. Now, you should focus on the thing you are here to do. Rua is right beside you. You tell her everything in one go, a gasp leaves her throat as tears stream down her face. The last things she said was “ I want to be alone” before she left you on the couch and rushed to her face. She didn't stop even after your countless shouts. Rua is sensitive, this reaction was somewhat expected.

But, you can't leave her crying like that. Her parents are at work. The only person left is Jungkook. You don't want to be informed about this but you'll have to. It's been a long time since you have had any direct talk with him like you sometimes used to have.

You knock at his door and enter inside hearing a ‘come in’. You get in just to find the room empty. There he comes fixing his shirt, seems like just took a shower, his hair wet.

“ Kook” you say. There's a pause in his movement before he looks in your direction.

“ Kook, uh Rua is crying” you blurt out your first concern.

“ Crying? Why?” He asks with his brows furrowed.

“ Uh actually.. I had to say that… uh I am leaving the country. I just got selected for one of the top universities in Australia, so I told her about it and she.. she got sad” you say your voice trembling, you never wanted her to cry and now she has also pushed you away.

“ What!?” He says as he comes to stand just in front of you.

“ Are you serious right now? Why.. Why are you leaving? You could easily get admission in one of the prestigious colleges here too” he says, his voice strong.

“ That's a better option, kook. And I just want to do it” you say as you look towards him, it's been so long you looked right at his doe eyes, spoke from your heart. You notice how his facial muscles soften.

You both stand there in silence for a while before Jungkook takes you in his embrace. He does. He pulls you closer to him. His one hand on your back and the other on your head as he pulls you closer. Your stiff body melting in his embrace as you do the thing that you feel is right. You let him hug you, you hug him tighter.

After a while he whispers, “ when are you leaving?”

You whisper back, “ tomorrow, at 7 am”

“ What!?” He asks shocked as he pulls back just enough to look at your face. His hand falls on your hips as your hand remains around his small waist.

“ And you are telling this today?” He asks again.

You heave out a sigh later whispering, “ I had no guts to tell her this. I never thought she would be this hurt. I thought telling her one day before will maybe make things easier for her”

“ So she is crying?” He asks to which you nod.

His phone rings which is on the bed. You see the caller I'd ‘ mia⁠♡’ it reads. Your heart tingles as you slowly push yourself away from him. He picks up the phone whispering a “ call you later” and declines.

“ Uh, kook take care of rua and uh… yourself too” you say, turning on your heels as you hurriedly walk out.

You walk out of the house, walk out of his life. You never told anyone but another reason why you took this offer was to be away from his thoughts. You can't come in between two lovers. No you can't, you leave for the best.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

why is it considered canon that tom is from the east end? It’s hardly the only working class neighbourhood in london and unless I’m mistaken the one piece of textual evidence we have for where he grew up is the diary, which was procured in lambeth. Given that londoners pretty much don’t cross the river going south unless they live there, doesn’t it make more sense for him to be from vauxhall or bermondsey or elephant and castle? (I might just be biased by the idea of bb tom riddle running around doing odd jobs for alice diamond and her gangster friends lol)

I think it's mostly due to East End being more notorious and known globally. At least that would be my guess on why that's the assumption. I actually, too, always assumed Wool's was in the East End, but I wanted to check what we actually know of Wool's location.

Also, as we don't really know how Tom got the diary, he didn't necessarily live in the area the diary came from. So I don't consider it hard evidence either way.

What we do have, is JKR's tendency to write accents and whatever descriptions we are given of Wool's.

Honestly, the orphanage is really odd, since regardless of where in London it was, Tom would not have a room just for himself there, but I digress. What we are told about its location doesn't give us much besides, a little barren, rundown, and looking pretty grim in a bustling street (which fits a lot of places in London, so, unhelpful).

So, we'll look at Tom's accent in his first meeting with Dumbledore:

“You can’t kid me! The asylum, that’s where you’re from, isn’t it? ‘Professor,’ yes, of course — well, I’m not going, see? That old cat’s the one who should be in the asylum. I never did anything to little Amy Benson or Dennis Bishop, and you can ask them, they’ll tell you!”

(HBP) - That's the passage with the most "accent" I could find from him.

This suggests a working class accent to me (not a Brit myself, so I'm working off internet research here). Both for the slang used and the general informality of it, and the words used, but I didn't find something that would really suggest the accent is Cockney specifically (like dropping 'H's or the use of "ain't" or certain vowel shifts).

(Cockney accent is the one historically associated with the East End)

I looked at Mrs. Cole's dialogue as well (to cover my bases), as it's pretty similar to Tom's and they should be from the same area, and while it's definitely working class, I couldn't find strong indicators of Cockney either:

“I remember she said to me, ‘I hope he looks like his papa,’ and I won’t lie, she was right to hope it, because she was no beauty — and then she told me he was to be named Tom, for his father, and Marvolo, for her father — yes, I know, funny name, isn’t it? We wondered whether she came from a circus — and she said the boy’s surname was to be Riddle. And she died soon after that without another word. “Well, we named him just as she’d said, it seemed so important to the poor girl, but no Tom nor Marvolo nor any kind of Riddle ever came looking for him, nor any family at all, so he stayed in the orphanage and he’s been here ever since.”

(HBP)

And there is a character that JKR wrote very obviously with a Cockney accent, and that's Stan Shunpike:

“ ’Choo lookin’ at?” said Stan. [...] “Woss that on your ’ead?” said Stan abruptly. [...] “Yep,” said Stan proudly, “anywhere you like, long’s it’s on land. Can’t do nuffink underwater. ’Ere,” [...] “you did flag us down, dincha? Stuck out your wand ’and, dincha?”

(PoA)

The above experts have basically all the markers of a cockney accent. Shifting vowels, 'H's go missing, words like "'choo" and "dincha", replacing "th" with "ff", etc.

But he doesn't always speak this casually and he does speak more formally when giving Harry the initial introduction to the Knight Bus:

“Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve —”

(PoA)

So, it's possible Tom and Mrs. Cole are from the East End, but JKR didn't write them with clear Cockney accents like she wrote Stan. I mean, Mrs. Cole got quite drunk in her conversation with Dumbledore, if she had a Cockney accent I would have expected to see letters dropped and vowels shifted like in Stan's first dialogue expert.

So, yeah, Tom grew up in a working class area, but his accent doesn't seem to be Cockney, so you can place Wool's in various areas in London and it's up to your headcanon/iteraputation. Lambeth is actually a very possible location based on the accent and description of Wool's, but there are other possible locations, so, yeah.

[lisalamona]

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - XVI

Chapter XVI: Done For

. Summary: Despite your brother's insistence, you stubbornly decided to join him and his men in the war. Now, are you prepared to face the consequences of your actions? . Pairing: Various x fem! Reader . Warnings: None . Notes: I honestly wanted to make this chapter longer, but then I decided I would just do Done For from Ody's perspective and There Are Other Ways directly in the next chapter. I hope you guys aren't mad about it 👉👈. Take this as more of a setup for what's about to go down next chapter. I also feel like it was overall pretty rushed, but if I'm completely honest, I love writing, but I'm sick of looking at words—they don't make sense anymore.

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Night had begun to settle on the beachside.

The sky bled from deep blue to black, the first stars flickering into existence. The waves whispered against the shore, gentle yet restless, a rhythm that should have been calming. But to the men, it wasn't. The sound of rustling leaves, the occasional snap of a twig in the underbrush—it all felt eerie, unnatural. Like the island itself was watching them. Waiting.

Despite this, exhaustion had won over fear.

Most of the men left behind had already settled into uneasy sleep, stretched out on the sand or slumped against fallen logs. They were still on edge, still terrified of what had happened—of what was still happening. Would their captain return? Would their comrades? Or would they be next to vanish into that cursed forest? There were no answers, only waiting.

Eurylochus sat perched on the stump of a fallen tree, his back to the men. His gaze was fixed on the path Odysseus had disappeared down hours ago.

One elbow rested on his knee, holding his head up, his mind was elsewhere. His right leg bounced rapidly, an unconscious movement, but one that betrayed him. Every so often, his eyes flickered away—searching, expecting, hoping—only to be met with empty shadows.

Polites watched him from a distance, arms crossed over his chest. He had known Eurylochus for years, long enough to recognize when he was lost in thought.

Any other time, he might've teased him—maybe snuck up on him just for the fun of watching him startle. But tonight, there was no room for laughter.

Because while the others had tried to rest, Polites had been thinking.

Thinking about their comrades. About how many they had already lost. About how many more they might lose. And then, finally, about Odysseus and you.

What if something had happened to you both?

What if Odysseus hadn't been able to face Circe alone? What if she had been stronger, smarter? What if you had fallen into the same fate as the rest?

And then—a memory surfaced.

He remembered being younger, following after Odysseus into the woods with you and Eurylochus, just to catch glimpses of him training with Athena.

And suddenly, the answer hit him like a flash of lightning.

They couldn't just wait.

Before he had fully processed the idea, his legs were already moving.

He sprinted toward Eurylochus.

The sheer sound of his footsteps snapped the other man out of his thoughts.

Eurylochus' head whipped toward him, alarm flashing in his eyes. "What happened?" His voice was sharp, already scanning the other men for signs of danger or something going wrong.

Polites skidded to a stop, breathless.

"We have to go."

Eurylochus blinked, his expression shifting from concern to confusion. "I'm sorry?" He turned fully to face him, brows furrowing.

"We have to go." Polites repeated, shoving his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "They have been gone for too long. We should follow them—see if they need help."

Eurylochus' face hardened. "No."

"But—"

"No, Polites." His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "We can't just march in there. We don't know what we're walking into. And if I disobey Odysseus' orders and everything goes wrong again, he'll have my head. I am not willing to risk several years of friendship over this."

Polites crossed his arms. "What if they're in danger?"

Eurylochus clenched his jaw. "That's exactly why we shouldn't go."

"That's exactly why we should."

Eurylochus pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. "And what if we get turned into pigs?"

"What if we don't?"

Eurylochus glared at him. "Who will watch over the men if we leave?"

"They're too exhausted to do anything." Polites countered. "And our ship is still in ruins. Where would they even go?"

Silence.

Eurylochus hated that he had a point.

Still, he wasn't convinced. He shook his head, voice tight with frustration. "Let's say, somehow, we manage to sneak into the palace and then out again with everyone else. What then?" He gestured vaguely. "They're still pigs. And in case it has escaped your attention, none of us are magical."

Polites hesitated, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"She'll find us in less than a day." Eurylochus continued, voice low. "And then? We're all dead."

Polites paused. He hadn't exactly thought that far ahead.

After a moment, he straightened, clearing his throat. "We'll talk to her."

Eurylochus stared in disbelief. "Talk to her." He repeated.

"Yes." Polites nodded confidently. "We'll tell her this was all a misunderstanding—"

"A misunderstanding?!"

"—and that we mean no harm!"

Eurylochus let out a sharp, humorless laugh. He wished it were that simple.

"She turned men into pigs, Polites." He deadpanned. "Do you honestly think she's interested in having a heart to heart with us?"

"Well, we won't know unless we try!"

Eurylochus opened his mouth, ready to shut him down once and for all.

But then—

"Alright, then." Polites said, tone suspiciously nonchalant. "I'll just go myself."

He grinned, the type of grin that meant he already knew Eurylochus would follow.

Then he turned and started walking toward the tree line.

And for the first few steps, his confidence remained unshaken.

Then, gradually, it wavered.

As he got farther away, his own words began to sink in.

He was really going to walk into a witch's lair alone.

Eurylochus sat there, watching him disappear into the dark, battling with himself.

Stay. Go. Stay. Go. Stay. Go. Stay. Go. Stay.

Damn it all.

"Wait!"

Polites stopped, turning back.

Eurylochus let out a long, suffering sigh, dragging a hand down his face before pushing himself up.

He strode over to the pile of weapons that had formed after the men discarded them and plucked a sword from it, his fingers curling around the hilt as if it might give him strength.

Then he grabbed a second one.

Polites' grin widened.

Eurylochus shoved the spare sword at him. "You don't even know where the palace is."

Polites took it happily. "Guess it's a good thing you're coming with me."

Eurylochus grumbled something under his breath, but at this point, there was no turning back.

As they started toward the palace, he gave himself a thousand reasons why this was the worst decision of his life.

And yet, he kept walking.

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You could feel the heat of the pottage spreading through your body.

Maybe it was the carelessness of not blowing on it before shoveling it into your mouth, too desperate to care. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn't had a proper warm meal in so long that your body almost rejected it, unfamiliar with the sensation.

One would think that, at the rate you were eating, you wouldn't have time to savor the taste.

But in truth, it was so flavorful that you were confident you could pick out every ingredient—the richness of cheese, a hint of honey for sweetness, and the faintest trace of wine, buried beneath the rest.

Across from you, Circe watched.

Her own bowl sat mostly untouched compared to yours—not that she wasn't eating at all, just taking slow, measured bites.

She was too focused on you.

There was amusement in her gaze, a flicker of something almost impressed.

"I take it you like it, dear?"

Still with a mouthful, you only gave her a muffled "Mhm" with your mouth closed, nodding slightly.

She giggled, her eyes scrunching in delight. "I'm glad."

You were finally relaxed enough to take in your surroundings.

The room was quiet.

No one else but you, Circe, and a few nymphs sitting off to the side, engaged in soft conversation as they ate their own meals.

Your stomach twisted.

Your mind drifted back to the men you had arrived with—the ones who had vanished into the palace.

A small part of you, stubborn and hopeful, still clung to the idea that they were okay. That Circe had helped them, the same way she had helped you.

But her earlier words made that hard to believe.

You swallowed, pushing past the unease, and forced yourself to speak. Dancing around the subject wouldn't get you anywhere.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Circe tilted her head, giving you a mocking sort of smile. "Of course."

You took a breath.

"The men that came in earlier," You began carefully. "where are they?"

The reaction was instant.

Circe let out a sharp, delighted laugh—loud enough to startle the nymphs nearby. They turned to look at her, but she paid them no mind.

You didn't react, only staring back at her, your expression making it clear you were waiting for an actual answer.

"Oh, you're serious." Her laughter faded into something almost pitying, though not for long—her smile returned. "I thought it was obvious, dear."

"That doesn't really answer my question."

She hummed, resting her head against her palm. "Right... You and your questions."

With a slow, almost lazy motion, she traced the rim of her bowl with her index finger, as if toying with it.

"You see..." She mused. "Sometimes, men are just... how to put it...?"

She pretended to search for the right word, but you both knew she had already chosen it.

"Pigs."

Your breath caught.

She gave a light, casual shrug. "And sometimes, they need a little help from people like me to show them their true forms."

The words sank in like a stone.

The pigs. The ones you had seen before—the one that had run to you, panicked, desperate. He had been trying to ask for help. Circe had drugged them. She had turned them into pigs.

Your stomach churned.

"Oh."

It was all you managed.

Circe grinned.

"Oh." She mimicked, giddy—as if she might burst into laughter at any moment.

Your eyes darted to your own bowl, and suddenly, the taste in your mouth wasn't comforting anymore.

Your heart hammered. "Was there..."

You pointed to your food, dreading the answer.

Circe snorted. "Oh, in Olympus' name, no." She giggled at your paranoia, clearly enjoying herself.

You exhaled, barely registering the relief before forcing out your next words.

"...Is there a way to—?" She didn't even let you finish.

"None that is of your interest, no."

Silence.

A slow, creeping realization settled into your bones. You had to get out of here. Find a way to fix this. Find Odysseus. Tell him everything. Let Eurylochus say I told you so right to your face and just take it.

Your thoughts raced.

You started to think you should have listened to him.

But at the same time...

This wasn't impossible, right?

It wasn't like you were dealing with some terrifying, unstoppable monster.

In the grand scheme of things, this wasn't that bad.

Right?

...Right.

You could handle this.

You just needed to think.

How would you approach the situation? And you hated to even think about it but how would your brother approach it?

Running was out of the question. The palace was crawling with nymphs and lions—you wouldn't make it five feet.

Brute force? Also out. Even if you did try, Circe's magic was stronger.

Which left you one option.

Play along. Wait for an opening. If you were lucky, you'd get a chance to slip away at night.

You sat up straighter.

Your expression softened.

You forced your voice into something gentler, more sincere.

"About what you proposed to me earlier..."

Circe's gaze sharpened.

"My patience is starting to wear thin, dear." She warned, clearly expecting you to ask to leave again.

You shook your head quickly. "I apologize. I've... thought about it."

And then, you lied through your teeth.

"You were right."

Circe's eyebrows lifted, intrigued.

"I will stay." You continued smoothly, preparing to put on the performance of a lifetime—just like you used to do back home, whenever you needed to worm your way out of trouble.

"I must thank you," You added, placing a hand over your heart. "for opening my eyes."

Circe's lips curled.

She lifted her goblet.

"A toast to that."

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You had been escorted to a room to spend the night—or, according to them, several nights, possibly even the rest of your life.

The room was spacious and undeniably beautiful. From the looks of it, you would be sharing it with another person. You soon learned that your roommate would be Aora—the very same one who had helped you get there in the first place.

Two beds stood on opposite sides of the room, their footboards facing each other. They weren't just beds; they were works of art. Intricate designs had been carefully carved into the wooden frames by hand, depicting twisting vines and delicate blossoms. Real plants wove through the carvings, their leaves curling over the edges and flowers blooming in soft, luminous colors. Between the beds was a large window, its glass unshuttered, allowing the moonlight to pour in without restraint. The pale silver glow illuminated the room just right, making everything look almost ethereal, as if you had stepped into a dream rather than a prison.

Aora showed you which bed was yours, bid you goodnight, and slipped under the covers, quickly surrendering to sleep.

You reached up, carefully plucking the flower Circe had placed behind your ear earlier. As you rolled it between your fingers, its petals felt impossibly soft, like silk, with a faint warmth lingering from where it had been tucked against your skin. The scent was subtle yet intoxicating, something between honey and the earth after rain. You set it beside your bed, exhaling slowly.

For the most part, your time in the room was spent tossing and turning, unable to settle. Frustrated, you gave up and started scanning your surroundings, waiting for a moment when the hallways might be less occupied. As your eyes adjusted, you took note of a few small belongings scattered around Aora's side of the room—personal trinkets that hinted at who she was beyond being one of Circe's followers. A small wooden comb lay near her pillow, its teeth worn from use. A bundle of dried herbs was carefully tied with a thin ribbon, placed near a simple but elegant dagger, its hilt wrapped in deep green leather. There was also a collection of tiny, smooth stones stacked in an almost meditative formation on the windowsill, each one a different shade, polished by the sea.

Your gaze drifted to the window. Aora was fast asleep, so it wasn't difficult to shift quietly, propping yourself up to get a better view outside. The stars were partially hidden behind the dense canopy of leaves, their light flickering through the gaps like whispers of something just out of reach. Still, you could map them in your mind with ease. You had spent so many nights memorizing the constellations that even without a clear view, you knew exactly where each one should be.

Minutes passed. Maybe more.

Finally, you gathered enough confidence to move. Your heart pounded as you slid out of bed, carefully placing your feet on the cool stone floor. You tried to calm every nerve, inhaling slowly as you moved toward the door. Each step was measured, each breath deliberate. You pressed against the wood, barely nudging it open before slipping through, letting it close behind you without a sound.

The corridors were quiet. You moved as swiftly and silently as possible, rounding a corner—only to freeze at the sound of hurried footsteps. You ducked behind a pillar just as a nymph rushed past, breathless, making a beeline for who you assumed was Circe.

"There's someone nearing the walls." She said, voice hushed but urgent. "I saw them through one of the windows."

Your pulse quickened. Someone outside? Could it be one of the men left behind? Eurylochus, maybe? Had he grown tired of waiting? Oh, gods—you had forgotten about him. Was he still okay?

Or... what if it was your brother?

That thought sent a shiver through you. If it was Odysseus, this could either be the most helpful thing that could happen—or an absolute disaster.

Before you could decide what to do, a voice whispered directly into your ear.

"Oh, what are we sneaking around for?"

You nearly died on the spot.

The voice was not discreet in the slightest—it might as well have been a battle cry for how much it startled you. You stumbled backward, letting out an embarrassingly undignified yelp, and nearly toppled over. But before you could hit the ground, a hand caught yours and—rather than simply steadying you—spun you back onto your feet with a dancer's effortless grace.

"Am I that ugly?" The figure before you asked, grinning ear to ear despite the self deprecating words.

Your vision spun for a moment before you pieced together what you were looking at—the traveler's cloak, the winged sandals, the hat.

Hermes.

Your stomach dropped. Why was Hermes here? What could he possibly want?

"Hermes?" you asked, completely and genuinely confused.

"Ding ding ding!" He tapped your forehead three times, punctuating each touch with a smug little sound.

"Why are you here?"

He sighed dramatically. "It's always, 'Oh, Hermes, why are you here?' 'Hermes, what is that?' 'Stop that, Hermes.' But no one ever says, 'Hello, Hermes, nice to meet you, how are you?'"

You hesitated. "...How are yo—"

"No, no. It's too late now. Doesn't count." He folded his arms, feigning offense, though it was painfully obvious he wasn't actually mad. Not that you had any intention of testing a god's patience right now.

An awkward silence followed. Well... awkward for you. Hermes, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

Finally, he got bored of waiting for you to ask again and decided to answer the original question. "But, if you must know—" He uncrossed his arms and casually placed his hands on your shoulders, steering you forward. Or—wait. Was he even walking? No, he wasn't touching the ground. His winged sandals kept him hovering a few inches above the stone, moving with effortless ease.

That's when you realized something else. In the chaos of running into him, you had completely lost track of Circe. The palace was a maze, and your chances of finding her now? Essentially impossible.

"I came for some good old fashioned entertainment," Hermes continued. "But then I saw a little rascal sneaking around and got curious." What little you could see of his eyes glinted mischievously. "Tell me, darling, why are you here?"

You hesitated but ultimately explained your situation. The moment you mentioned your brother, Hermes smacked his forehead. "Oh, duh! How could I miss that?"

You were about to ask what he meant by that, but before you could, the two of you rounded a corner—

And came face to face with a lion.

The massive creature was locked in place, its tail flicking wildly, muscles tensed. Its amber eyes burned into yours, unblinking. You didn't dare move.

Hermes, however, looked unimpressed. With a sigh, he reached into his satchel and rummaged through it, muttering, "Hold on... I know I have it somewhere..."

"Are you seriously—?!" You hissed, barely holding back panic.

"Ah-ha!" He pulled out a small bundle of something—herbs? Dried leaves? Whatever it was, the lion's ears twitched, its nostrils flaring. Then, miraculously, it relaxed, lowering its body onto its haunches.

Hermes lowered himself and sprinkled the herbs onto the ground. As soon as he did, the lion leaned in, purring softly, as if trying to sink into the scent.

"See? Lots of tricks up my sleeves," Hermes said smugly, dusting off his hands.

"You don't have sleeves." He just waved a dismissive hand at you.

Before you could argue, a deep, guttural growl echoed through the halls. Hermes' head snapped toward the source, then he let out an exaggerated groan.

"Oh! We're late!"

And without another word, he grabbed you under the arms and—like it was the most natural thing in the world—lifted you off the ground and shot forward at an absolutely terrifying speed.

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Good evening my incredible readers and wonderful fandom :) First off wanna thank everyone for the love I got for 7x08. Holy cow. That was the best reception. You are all the best. I am so happy to be back and that our beloved show is back after a short hiatus. Although the decompression was good I missed our ship and show.

This was a fantastic episode through and though. Keep saying writers are killing the game. It's because they are. We got a couple sweet moments in this one despite it being Harper driven. (Which I loved) Just wasn't expecting to get anything for them to make me squee. But the giving season keeps giving. Let us start.

7x09 The Kiss

We start out with our lovely ship being discharged officially. Getting some homework to help heal their smokey lungs. I've had to do that yellow ball thing. it is HARD LOL Let us note the very little gap between them as they walk together. After 6x07 I crave that little to no space between them. It's the little things as always that make me happy. I adore Lucy picking Tim's brain about it. Although he has zero clue if it'll help them or not ha It still leaves me feeling content.

Can I say how much I love Lucy bringing up their dance? The smile on that man's face. Oh my lord. It’s reminiscent of his smile in 5x10 when he was thinking of her in the green dress. That dance memory in particular making him beam with happiness. Just look at him when she brings it up. His joyful smile has me reeling. Even though they were fighting their feelings at the time, tooth and nail, Tim can look back at what a good moment that was for them. It's one of my fav episodes of that season for a reason.

Gah. Tim remembering her dress in detail. My damn heart. She really can bring this man to his knee's with just her outfits. I mean she did it in 3x14, 4x18, and we know how much he enjoyed her dress in 5x10. I just adore him remembering stuff like this. Sure he actually wanted to say 'That sexy dress you wore.' But instead settles for 'The shiny stuff.' I love you Tim Bradford. I just do.

The heart eyes galore too. My goodness sir. You are at work and don't even care. On their dash cam as well. Tim is just full of them this entire scene. Hell this entire season really. He's so cute stumbling around for the right words and lands on shiny stuff. This goober. I adore him so much. Lucy is enjoying his stumbling as well you can see it in her expression. She loves this idiot sitting next to her so very much.

Then he tells her she looked amazing and my heart stops. Serves that lovely line up with a heaping side of heart eyes. Just look at him before he delivers that line. That man is such a soft puppy for her it blows my mind. He loves her so much and isn't afraid to keep letting her know this fact. 'Not holding back' Tim is rapidly becoming a favorite of mine. This man has changed so much and I couldn't be prouder of him. So open and forthcoming about how he feels about her. Lucy is smitten af with his compliment. I mean she is all red. I would be too. Goodness. Just a touch of hesitancy still but she is cracking.

We all knew Tim had feelings back then. Found her beautiful. But to hear him verbalize it is everything. Holy cow. She is slowly thawing everyone. Take a gander at the slow melting above. I love that it’s now Tim cracking her wall. The full circle of it all makes me delirious with glee. Also there is a wonderful beauty to Tim continuously doing this. Of him showing up for her time and time again. Letting her know exactly where he stands. It's reminding Lucy he’s still madly in love with her. Which in turn is prepping her IMO. Why and how you ask?

Because at some point it’s going to drive her ‘why’ insane. Thinking if Tim is still this in love with me, seemingly even more so now than before, then why did he break up with me in the first place? The more Tim continues to show her he’s here to stay. That this new open Tim is here for the long haul. The more she’s going to need to know the why of it all. To hash it out. To finally be ready for that adult convo that Tim is so very willing to have now. We are inching our way there fandom I promise. It's going to be so extremely satisfying when we arrive at our destination.

Their lovely moment is interrupted by dispatch. We get some field crack. Least it's that way for me lol They are flawless in action and I never get over it. It’s a chemistry no one else has and I can’t get enough of it. Eric and Melissa are a treasure. They are effortless through out this chase. Not once hesitating or panicking when they lose their guy. They are crazy calm and it is fascinating to watch. Said this many times before and it still holds. They are poetry in motion.

I love Tim's response to Lucy's worry about Grey being mad at them. Trying to lighten the moment the best he can for her. I mean he's not wrong. Yes they lost Connor BUT they did save a senior citizen from a gruesome death in a crosswalk. Lucy isn't fully satisfied because they are still working on her.... Her worry and empathy just coming off her in waves.

We catch up with who we think is this woman's daughter. I mean to know those kind of details about her... Why would they question her any further? It's so sad she won't make it. Breaks my damn heart actually. Legit innocent bystander in the way. You can see it’s shaking Lucy.. It was shaking me ugh. That slight hesitation she does as they walk away. You can see the hitch in her gait as they do so. Killing me softly with that stuff Melissa.

I adore Tim checking in on Lucy. Clocking her stress and heartbreak over this. Her empathy sapping it out of her right now. So he makes sure to check her temperature. I knew this would wreck her. I do love her confiding in him about her frustrations. Tim doing his best to apply some logic at first. Side note I love when he uses words like 'Ascribe.' *fans self* Don't why but it just does it for me...*ahem* Anyways Tim is hoping his logic will be the salve she needs.

It does help in terms of her opening up to him more. Lucy continuing on about how this job sometimes makes her feel like they solve one thing at the expense of another. That it's almost like a judicial debt they'll never be able to balance. I can't say that I wouldn't be just as aggravated as her. Tim's empathy kicking in shortly after this comment. Even finishes her sentence for her. (Love this)

Replying with something I know is dear to him. Protecting those he loves. Lucy being one of those people. His top priority as he stated in the last ep. The eye contact they make when he says this. *happy sigh* The way she looks up at him asking if they should check on Harper? Just leaning on him for answers and guidance when she can. It makes me smile.

What a turn in this case. Good lord. I wasn't expecting it in the least I'll say. Pretty gross of both of these women. More so of the daughter really when we find out about the will. I do love the shared looks through out this scene. If you watch their eye line it's mainly at each other. They’re always crushing it with the silent communication.

Friggin love Lucy just taking charge and Tim stepping aside to let her do so. Putting that woman in her place about her mother's belongings. Then we top it off with sharing a look with Tim after. That field goodness shinning through. Makes me happy to witness.

This scene made me laugh so much. Tim embodying Aaron's line from 5x06 about how he is like the old dude from UP. lmao 'Don’t know. Don’t care.' Oh Timothy, my grumpy old man. I do enjoy you so very much. He most definitely does not care about what show it is. Unless it's Top Chef heh

Always fan myself with a good Tim takedown. *phew lord* gimme gimme. Something so god damn attractive about it when he pulls it off so easily. Mmm. I will take that all damn day and not complain.

Of course Nolan knows the name of the show LOL This made me chuckle quite a bit. Little levity in this intense episode. Also that’s a terrible name for a show haha Chenford's initial reaction to John's show reply had me laughing so much. They couldn't be more confused. Tim especially. Wondering if he hit his head or something. Lucy is kind in her reply even though it was unnecessary info haha

Once again must point out the lack of space between them. Damn near touching in that hallway. Which makes me happy considering that brutal convo in 6x07 took place in there. Slowly healing that shipper wound. I love Tim's smile when he hears she's going back to the hospital. That changes when she tells him it's actually for Kylie....

Honestly it's the most Lucy Chen thing ever to go sit with Kylie. She’s only one who’s thought of her for most of this episode besides Celina. This is why Tim is so damn gone for her. That endless compassion she has for others. Thinking of people that no one else has. He may be giving her shit in the moment but internally we all know how much he adores her empathy.

Admires that sunshine heart of hers. Wouldn't be Tim if he didn't give her a little crap for it though. Toss in some light flirting while he does so. Lucy doing a little flirting back herself with her competition line. Damn they cute. I love them sfm. Solid way to end the episode for them.

Thank you forever and always to those that like, comment (they make my heart so happy. Come talk to me haha), and reblog these. It brings me joy like no other. You're all amazing and I adore every single one of you. Shall see you all in 7x10 :)

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Sides notes-Non Chenford

I loved Lucy and Harper holding hands and hugging. I need more of these two together.

Celina getting a nice little drug bust as a P2. Well done madam.

Mekia killed it good lord. I knew she would. Love seeing her get this time to shine. Shawn too that scene was so good and very sad. I love them giving more to Shawn this year he's crushing it.

Such a sweet moment in the hospital for James and Nyla. So raw and real my goodness. I love them getting some real problems as well. This SL this was so good for them I enjoyed it quite a bit.

I don't usually do gifs in my side notes. Or make ones that aren't Chenford related. But I had to with this scene. It. was fantastic. Nolan making me feeling things again. They’re writing him so much better this year. They really are tapping back into why I enjoyed him in the very beginning. Also Nathan reminding us he can bring it emotionally. He had me tearing up with his speech. Way his voice hitched and broke.

Another reason I wanted to do a gif of this was because of the amazing character that is Nyla Harper. Other than Lucy she is my absolute favorite female character. Hands down. I love me some Angela Lopez don't get me wrong. I just friggin love Harper so damn much. Maybe it's because she is the female version of Tim hahah But Mekia could not have been a better addition to this show. She came in s2 and has knocked it out of the park since. I legit forget about Talia every time until I rewatch s1. Because feels like Harper has always been here.

No offense to Talia but she had no where near the depth and grit Nyla Harper does. Just wanted to gif this because Nolan's speech is so fantastic and accurate. We all love this BAMF of a woman. She had Nolan as her rookie and turned him into a good cop. So we know she's a resilient bad ass. I loved him paying homage not only to what she did for him as his T.O. but just her as a person. This was really well written and acted. I loved it.

I missed their dynamic honestly. Was part of why s2 as a whole was so good for me. How far they've come to get to this moment. This hug was so nice. Made me teary. Nice to see her finally lean on someone in this episode. I think Nolan was the right choice especially with him having been the one to witness that kiss. The writers have really come to play this season. It makes me very happy. Because I do love this show as a whole. They're bringing it back to it's roots and this day one Rookie girl is quite pleased with it.

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My Heart, My Ruin (Chapter 10/?)

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I'm so sorry this took so long to get out! as some of you might know I have been having awful writers block but I'm hoping to fix that soon! much love!

Rhaellas pov

I lean against a balcony as I look down at Rhaena and Aegon. They look so happy together, it looks so easy, almost like breathing. 

So why can't I find that? I think when the stern face of my uncle flashes into my mind. No, I don't want him. I think but just as the thought comes does the wind pick up as if laughing at me and my obvious denial. 

Instead of dwelling on this I think about the Lord I will be meeting with. 

Lord Lyonal Baratheon. A handsome man with ice blue eyes and hair as black as night. He has a light dusting of facial hair that gives him a dangerous look about him. He is the definition of Tall, Dark, and Handsome, and yet he doesn't infect my mind with his smirk or laughter, he doesn't make me dream of his eyes or callused hands. 

No, that honor goes to the one person I don't want it to. 

I'm brought out of my thoughts by the sound of my sisters joyful laughter. I look down to see Aegon spinning her around before taking her face in his hands and kissing her like she is the air he breathes. 

I feel a pang of jealousy go through me. For it was always my dream for someone to kiss me like that, for someone to look at me the way Aegon looks at Rhaena. Like she is the most important thing in the world. 

“What's this Lord's name again?” I hear the gruff and tired voice of my Uncle behind me. 

It's no surprise he doesn't want to be here. And I don't blame him, I don't want him here either. And it boils down to one thing, every time I meet with a Lord he always seems to make it tense. He could be the kindest, sweetest, gentlest Lord and he would have a problem with them. In fact he said just last week that Lord Harold Florent was too gentle and wouldn't protect me. 

Just when I thought we could work our problems out he has to reject every single match.  

I wasn't even planning on marrying Lord Florent, but it's the fact he didn't even ask me and only told my Father he wasn't a good match that peeves me. 

“Lyonal, Lord Lyonal Baratheon. He is to be the future Lord of Storms End.” I respond in a cool and calculated tone. 

“He's a bit young if you ask me.” He responds with a scoff. 

I feel my shoulders tense at his words. Always an issue with a match. I think before looking at him over my shoulder. 

“He's nine and ten, only two years my senior. I would rather that than Lord Braken who was well into his forties. And besides, I enjoy his company, that has to count for something.” 

“And I said the age difference was a problem. Also you would've been his third wife, not exactly a good match. But so is marrying a man– no, a boy far too young to truly protect you.” 

I can't help the shiver that runs down my spine at his absolute tone. It is clear what he thinks of this match, but I find I don't exactly care what he thinks. 

“Says the man who was wed off at three and ten.” I respond in that cold tone I know will make any man tremble. 

I hear the way he freezes, how his breath picks up. So I turn to look at him with another cutting remark at the tip of my tongue when I notice the look in his eyes. 

He isn't here, not mentally at least. Did I go too far? I wonder, ready to apologize when the voice of my favorite sutor reaches my ears. 

“Sorry for my tardiness, my sister insisted I had to say goodbye to each of her stuffies.” 

I can't help but smile at the thought of this tall warrior bending down to say goodbye to a little stuffed animal just because his five nameday old sister insisted upon it. 

He will make a wonderful Father. I think before turning to him fully. 

“No need to apologize, I believe it is I who should. I did take Lady Viviane's dear older brother before she was ready to say goodbye.” 

He lets out a jovial laugh, he knows how fond I am of his little sister. If I'm honest she may be why I have entertained Lyonal for so long, other than his good looks of course. 

“I will make sure she knows it is your fault then. Perhaps she will bring her wraith upon you instead of me.” He jests with a charming wink as he reaches for my arm so we may begin our walk. 

“I assume she is not call ‘Little Storm’ by your Father for nothing?” I ask with a giggle and he quickly shakes his head violently. 

“That girl is like a tsunami when she is angry. No one is safe when she is angry.” 

I can't help but giggle at the way Lyonal shivers in mock fear. 

“Oh I'm sure.” I respond as we enter the gardens. 

I see many ladies walk past waving their fans and fluttering their eyes. And at first I think they are doing it to Lyonal, until I turn to watch them leave and see them eyeing my Uncle. 

I have to fight the red hot rage that fills me when he looks down at one and gives her a slight nod of the head with a charming smirk. 

“Princess?” I hear before quickly turning to find a concerned Lyonal staring at me. 

“I'm sorry my Lord, I could've sworn I saw a bee.” I say quickly in hopes he didn't notice my looks of jealousy.

Just what you need Rhaella, the one Lord you actually enjoy the company of watching you fume over your Uncle and some pretty Ladies. I think as I wipe away pretend dirt on my yellow silk dress. 

“No need to apologize, I find those insects quite unnerving as well. My uncle died from a bee sting and now I have quite the phobia of them.” He says eyeing where I was looking with wild eyes. 

“Oh I had no idea. I'm so sorry.” I say as I gently tap his chin so he looks at me again. “I believe the blasted beast went towards the violets. If you wish, we can bypass them.” I say trying to bring him calm after my fib brought him such fear. 

“Yes, I would quite like that.” He says looking down at me like I'm his gift from the Seven in this moment. 

I nod my head before walking down the longer path through the gardens. 

I hear him speaking, hear the way he excitedly chatters about…something. But I can't fight the way my brain focuses on the cool gaze of my Uncle upon me. I force myself not to look at him, force myself not to turn to him. But as we pass a fountain I get but a glimpse of the stare he is boring into me. And it sends shivers through me. 

Get yourself together Rhaella! Lyonal is kind, gentle, and a wondrous match. It would tie our families together once more. I chide myself but I can't help but still turn to any reflective surface to see if he is still looking at me. And without fail, he is. 

“Did you hear me Princess?” I hear from beside me and quickly turn to see my possible betrothed is looking at me with obvious concern. 

“I'm sorry, I was lost in my head. I read a wonderful book last evening and I find it is still stuck in my head.” I say not fully lying. For I had read a book last night, but I wouldn't say it was entertaining. It was a book on stitch work and how to sew beads into dresses. Not exactly a page turner. 

“Ah, what was it about?” He asks and I freeze trying to think of anything. 

“Oh you wouldn't enjoy it, it was a romance. I know it's silly of me.” I say and I worry that the look on his face means he doesn't approve. 

I go to speak but he turns to look at a rose bush. 

“Something so beautiful yet so dangerous. Just like my Darling star.” He says with a far away tone. 

I stop trying to figure out what he is trying to say. Does he have a lover back at Storms End? Will I have to worry about a mistress and her bastard children running around? All these flit through my mind as I force myself not to look at Maegor. 

He then turns to me, a mischievous grin plastered on his lips. “Starlight kiss my cheeks? Have you read it?” He asks and I feel a wave of relief flow through me. 

Thank the gods, I could already imagine the smirk on my Uncle's face if he actually has a mistress. 

“Uh…yes, I read it a year ago. It was a beautiful love story. Tragic but passionate.” I say remembering the story of a Maid and her Lord. Many thought the story scandalous but I find it is one of the stories that always draws me in over, and over again. 

He nods in agreement before reaching down and plucking a rose and holding it out to me. 

“for my Darling star.” He says and I can't help but giggle. 

“Why thank you my Dashing Lord.” I say gently taking it from him making sure to keep away from the thorns. 

It is at this moment that the thought of marrying him truly sets in. I find I wouldn't mind it, that I could fall in love with him. That I could be happy with him. That I would be fulfilled with him, have beautiful children and a lovely home with a husband who cares for me. 

But for some reason it isn't enough, why isn't it enough? He is all I could ever ask for and yet I stand next to him having to convince myself he is good enough for me. 

But instead of dwelling on the thoughts that have begun to plague me, I decide to smell the sweet seductive scent of the rose. 

“Does Meraxes enjoy anyone else's company besides yours?” He asks looking up at the sky where the obvious silhouette of my mount flies next to her coal black mate. 

“Not really, perhaps my sister Rhaena, or–” I start to say before quickly closing my lips the words or my Uncle on the tip of my tongue. 

“Or?” He asks trailing off as he eyes me cautiously. 

“Or no one, I was trying to think of anyone else.” I respond and swallow a scoff down when I hear a low chuckle behind us. 

Most likely laughing at my obvious lie. I think with a quick roll of my eyes. 

He hums nodding his head a look of curiosity across his features. 

“Does she enjoy rain?”

I feel the air in my lungs freeze at the question. For if he is asking this only on our fourth walk then surely he has plans to ask for my hand in marriage. And though I know I should be overjoyed by this fact, I find it feels more like a cold chill running through my veins. 

“I–” I start to say trying to find the right response when the deep and authoritative voice of my Uncle responds for me. 

“I'm afraid Princess Rhaella is needed now, this meeting has already gone past expected.” 

I don't even need to turn to know he has a scowl on his lips. And from the way Lyonal tenses when he turns to look at him I know the look is more than likely murderous. 

“Of course, my Prince. It was wonderful seeing you again Princess. I hope we can meet again soon.” He says bending down to lightly kiss my knuckles. 

“As do I.” I barely get out before my Uncle steps forward hurrying us along. 

I watch as Lyonal leaves in a rush, he looks back once before looking down in defeat and walking towards his family's chambers. 

Once he's out of my line of sight I quickly turn towards my Uncle who looks beyond bored. 

“What was that about? I have no other plans or duties today.” I demand but he only turns and walks away. 

“I asked you a question!” I scream following after him my hands clenched into tight fists. I feel my nails dig into my palms. I wouldn't be shocked if I have scabs by the end of the day. 

“I heard you, but I'm far too busy for such childish conversations. I already wasted time watching you and that boy. I have work to do.” He says and I barely catch the hint of anger in his tone. 

Is he jealous? I wonder before shaking the thought from my mind. No, I'm his niece, nothing more. I remind myself but for some reason the thought of him being jealous sends a thrill through me. 

“Oh how I'm so terribly sorry you were pulled away from your paper and ink.” I all but snarl back as he makes his way up the tower of Hand. 

But instead of giving me a response he only sighs deeply as if I'm annoying him. I watch as his shoulders tense and his breath quickens with anger. But I don't care. I've had enough of his games. 

“Talk to me! You said you would be there more. You said you were done avoiding us. But at dinner you never speak, that is if you can get your head out of your paperwork to even acknowledge your family.”

I watch as he enters his office. 

I freeze at the cold look in his gaze, it's one I've seen plenty of times. But it's never been directed towards me. I've hardly seen it even from afar, and now I understand why so many tremble when seeing it. 

But I won't give in, not now, not ever. 

“Fine, don't talk no one needs to hear your idiotic thoughts anyways.” I say turning around only for him to finally speak. 

“That boy isn't fit to marry you, I'll be speaking with your Father on finding a better match.” 

I feel a well of rage fill me, it's scorching flames going through my veins. I don't turn, I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing how his words affect me. 

“Without asking if I want to marry him? You forget yourself Uncle. You are only the Hand, you have no true say on my life. What my Father has given you so far has been of kindness, it can quickly be taken away.” 

The words don't sound like me, they don't even feel like they are coming from me. But I know they are, I know that if I looked in a mirror and spoke I would hear this voice as my lips moved. 

He brings our the worst in me, so why can't I just ignore him? I wonder before I start to walk out. 

“Is he really what you want Rhaella? Some little boy who could die in some idiotic dual over pride?” He asks and I swear there is a hint of a plea in his voice. But I quickly shake the thought away. 

“And what if he is? He is kind, a swordsman, from a regal and highly respected house, by the gods he's even the grandson of Grandsires best friend. And let's not forget how he's quite nice to look at. What else could I wish for? What else could I demand to have?” I ask finally turning in to face him again and I see the flicker of heartbreak in his eyes. 

He doesn't say anything for a long while. I stand their waiting, hoping, praying, he will say something, anything. But instead he only stand straight and starts walking towards me. 

“You could want for more Rhaella. For a man who could match that fire in you. A man who would defend you against all of court. A man who would let you fly whenever you wished.” 

“And you think Lyonal wouldn't give me that? That he couldn't satisfy me?” I ask watching the way his eyes roam my face, the way his gaze always seems to drift towards my lips. 

He lets out a deep chuckle as he shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Mērī nykeā zaldrīzes kostagon satisfy bona hen sȳz. Daor mirri startled velkrys.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I feel all the air knock out of me as shock comes over me. 

Only a dragon can satisfy that of its kind. Not some startled stag. The words run through my mind over and over again. I try to find any other meaning besides what he implies. But there is none. 

“What nothing to say now?” He asks in that damned cocky tone of his. He knows he stunned me to silence, that I have no come back. And he's loving it. 

“I see no point in responding to your attempt to get a rise out of me. Truly it's childish of you Uncle.” 

I watch as his smirk is quickly wiped from his face. 

Good. I think with a smirk of my own rising. He always did need to be taught how to behave. 

But just as quickly as my triumphant grin comes does it fall away when he grabs my arm in a vice grip pulling me close so we are only a breath apart. 

“Meraxes would hate it there, and so would you.” He all but growls out. 

“And how do you know that?” I ask in turn not backing down. 

He scoffs as he searches my features as if committing them to memory. 

“You are a dragon Rhaella. You are not made to be caged, not made to be drowned by water and storms. And yet you will deny this fact about yourself if only to have a comfortable life with some boy who is still learning how to use his cock.” 

I push down my blush at his crude words. I've heard worse so why does this bother me so much? 

“And you think you could satisfy me? You think your cock is worth my time?” I demand with just as much venom in my voice as him. 

But the only response I get is three words before he does something I never imagined. 

“Seven hells Rhaella.” And with that I feel his hands hold my face gently in his hands before his lips slams down to mine. 

The kiss is searing, demanding, and all consuming. I gasp in shock and realize that was a mistake as his tongue quickly delves into the warmth of my mouth. 

I don't know when I started kissing back, nor do I let myself think of why I don't push him away instead reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. 

I let out a quiet whimper when he gently bites my lower lip only to swipe his tongue over the teased area. 

“Gods Rhaella, how did I go this long without tasting you?” He asks before slowly kissing his way down my jaw and towards my neck. He leaves soft bites along the sensitive skin of my neck and I know it will be blue tinted by this evening. 

I don't respond, only grip him tighter trying to bring him closer to feel more of him. 

I hear the quiet whimpers and moans leave my lips with each scrap of teeth or teasing suck from his lips. I feel alive, like I can finally breathe as his hands grip my hips like a lifeline. 

I pull his hair guiding him towards my lips again and he is all too happy to oblige. 

I never knew a kiss could feel like this, that a man would ever kiss me like this. Like he is drowning and I am his only source of air. It's exhilarating, the idea that I have this power over a man like Maegor. That I could make him practically fall to his knees for me. 

But I'm quickly snapped back to reality, the one where I can never have him, that he is only my Uncle and that is all he can ever be. By the feeling of him slowly pulling the ties of my dress. 

No, I won't be ruined. I think before pushing him away with all the strength I can muster. 

We stare at each other, both out of breath and panting from our now swollen lips. 

“That will never happen again.” I demand not giving him a chance to respond as I turn and walk out of his office. “I'm going to marry Lyonal, and there is nothing you can do about it.” I say before slamming his doors shut. 

But for some reason I also feel like I shut the doors on a future where I would truly be happy.

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