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blue-slxt · 2 years ago

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A/N: My first Rotxo piece! A lot of firsts happening this month lol. I decided to use him for this prompt super last minute. Like I had a plot, but no clear character and somehow, he just seemed to really fit for what I wanted. Honestly, credit goes to @xylianasblog for inspiring me to try my hand at writing him. We need more Rotxo content. So here it is lol. I hope you guys like what I did! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Rotxo x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: Thigh Riding, Kinda Fluffy?

If there were ever such a thing as a pure soul, Rotxo was definitely it. His fluffy hair, big sweet eyes, and that damn cute smile he always had, it was too much for your heart. And it certainly took you by surprise when he had started courting you. He was always the more quiet, reserved type so you never really realized that he had taken any kind of interest in you. You always imagined your feelings were one-sided so it made your heart soar when you found out his intentions. The one little catch, though? You were a bit…impatient. You were completely head over heels for Rotxo and you wanted to seal the deal immediately. And while he was eager to make things official with you, he also was very traditional in the sense that he wanted to wait until he could properly court you and mate before Eywa.

“But Rotxo…” you whined pouting your lip and flashing your big, sad eyes up at him.

He’d hold your chin with his fingers and kiss your lips lightly. “You are very cute, but we must be patient, yawne. It won’t be much longer now.” His voice is sweet and his gaze is loving, but damn that only made you wetter. You’re almost positive he can feel it from where you were sat in his lap.

“But I want to feel you. My heart is already yours. I want you to have my body too.” You say shifting yourself around to where you were straddling his lap and you can feel the tense muscle of his thigh against your clit. The friction makes you gasp and your eyes soften even more looking at him.

His eyebrows raise feeling you not-so-subtly rock your hips against his thigh trying to relieve some of the pent-up frustration in your core. To your surprise, though, he doesn’t try to stop you. Instead, he cups your face with his hand and runs his thumb along your lower lip.

“My poor, impatient syulang. It’s not time yet. But for now, take what you need like this.” He flexes his thigh under you and your head falls back a bit with a whimper. You move your hips more openly on top of him and the slide gets easier the wetter you get, your aching cunt drooling through your tewng and onto his thigh.

“Mmf! Rotxo…” your eyebrows scrunch together feeling a strange mix of arousal and shame swirling in your chest.

“Shh, I know, tìyawn. It’s okay. Just let me watch you, yeah?” he says sweetly letting his hand fall from your face down to your hip. His fingers squeeze at the soft flesh where your hip meets your thigh and his eyelids grow heavy.

His tewng is starting to get a little tighter than he’s comfortable with and you can feel his stiff length bumping against your leg when you move. It makes more blood rush to your already throbbing clit knowing that he was getting turned on watching you helplessly hump at his leg.

“More, Ro…please…” you whimper out getting lost in the never-ending sky blue of his eyes. He bites his lip and tentatively uses his fingers to slide your tewng to the side so that your bare cunt was on his skin. Your eyes squeeze shut and your head falls forward so your forehead is against his. Your lips are parted in panting breaths still dragging your slippery pussy over his taut muscles. You can see a dark spot starting to form between his legs where he was no doubt leaking precum from his poor neglected cock.

A flutter jumps from your core up through your belly and makes your body tremble.

“Oh, Rotxo, I’m going to cum like this!”

He can barely manage any words to properly respond to you with. His eyes are love drunk gazing at you like a deity that he gets to witness and worship. He watches as you fall apart on top of him and he can feel evidence of your climax dripping down his thigh when you finally fall boneless into his body. He rests a hand on your back and rubs small, comforting circles into your skin.

“Feel better?” he asks a hint of a smirk in his voice.

“Mhm” you hum out nuzzling your nose into his neck with a smile. You feel a twitch against your leg and realize that he’s still in need of relief too. You pull your face back to look at him only to find his pupils are wide and his face is flushed.

Now, it’s your turn to raise your brows at him and his eyes dart away from you. “It’s nothing. I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t be silly, Ro…” you say palming his thick erection over his tewng. Eywa, he may not be one to brag, but he absolutely should. “Let me take care of you.”

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balladofbells · 1 year ago

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RANK the TSC main girlies

Emma, Clary, Cordelia and Tessa (also Dru if u feel like adding her)

sorry it took so long to reply anon these were just decomposing in my drafts for a couple days :3

1. Clary Fairchild

She may not be for everyone but I love her; she’s everything. She’s been targeted, harassed, and threatened by her own father and brother- the people who were supposed to protect her- and she’s still able to fall victim to a-lot of things not just in the shadow-world but in the fandom (GENDER DISCRIMINATION).

And hey, there’s nothing wrong with favouritism In characters, but blatantly disregarding her entire survival and depression by calling her an ‘unimportant’ run-of-the-mill YA protagonist that can easily be pushed aside for suddenly more ‘complex’ characters? The line is drawn. She just deserves more recognition.

2. Emma Carstairs

Her trilogy (The dark artifices) was the first that got me really into the chronicles. I’d dabbled here and there but tda was basically my first love, so therefore she’s automatically pretty high on my list.

3. Tessa Gray

Great (although depressing) story and plot line for not just a warlock but for a character. She really resonates with me as an infp and a bookworm, too.

4. Dru Blackthorn

Reading TDA, I really felt a kinship with Dru even though we didn’t even get that much POV content out of her. After twp is released, she’ll probably be even higher on my list but for now, she’s at a four until we see more of her journey.

5. Cordelia Carstairs

Definitely brought much needed diversity for main female characters in tsc, and it was really interesting to be able to be educated on all the Persian culture. But I never really connected with her character and point of view the way I wanted to be able to (which is okay, a lot of people like Daisy!) and that’s the reason why she’s so low.

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violettathepiratequeen · 1 day ago

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July 15th, 2025

Hello there, gentle viewers! Welcome back to Buffy Slays, where I’ll be going through all 144 episodes of BtVS over the course of a year, highlighting as many of the GOOD moments, lines, character choices, worldbuilding moments, etc. etc. as I think people will have the patience to read.

So, here we go!

Season 2, Episode 14, “Innocence.”

Buffy must battle not only The Judge but also Angel, who has lost his soul. (Pulled from Hulu.)

If you're reading along and haven't finished the show, consider this your Spoiler Warning for discussion of future episodes and major plot points in any and all of these posts.

Episode Number: #26 Episode Ranking: #31 out of 144. Writer: Joss Whedon

Top 5 Quotes:

“That was then. This is now.” —-Buffy

“You couldn't have known what would happen. The coming months are gonna be hard... I suspect on all of us, but... if it's guilt you're looking for, Buffy, I'm not your man. All you will get from me is my support. And my respect.” —Giles

“To kill this girl… you have to love her.” —Angelus

“Well, to the casual observer, it would appear that you're trying to make your friend Xander jealous, or even the score or something. And that's on the empty side. See, in my fantasy when I'm kissing you, you're kissing me. It's okay. I can wait.” –Oz

“We’re going to destroy the world. Want to come?” —Drusilla

How “Innocence” Slays:

We don’t know how long Spike has actually been strong enough to move himself around in this wheelchair, but at the top of this episode, he shows that he’s become an excellent driver and can maneuver into tight spaces, and he doesn’t have a lot going for him right now, so this needs to be noticed and celebrated, haha.

Spike is already unimpressed with the Judge. Unimpressed at his attitude, at the way he’s just sitting and waiting, at the way he’s supposed to be this creature of mass destruction, and Spike is starting to think he was just a huge waste of time. See above re: doesn’t have a lot going for him, but Spike knows when something that’s said to be impressive really isn’t as impressive as all that.

Dru cries out and falls when she feels that Angel is in distress, and Spike forgets his own irritation and boredom to come to her side, fussing and worrying over her at once. The next scene of them is her lying on a table, and you cannot tell me that he didn’t pick her up off the ground from his chair and carry her over so she wouldn’t be on the floor. The chivalry in this man is unparalleled. He asks if she’s feeling better, and though she’s rambling about the stars and that she’s named them all the same name, he’s gentle and patient with her, smiling at her lovingly through her madness.

Xander and Willow, and their loyalty to Buffy. The last either of them heard from her, she and Angel were going to do recon at the factory and check on the Judge, and their own orders were to stay at any ports of entry in town, making sure no more boxes come in. Xander comes into the library saying that spending the night at the bus depot is not very glamorous. But he did it. He stayed all night alone at a bus depot, following Buffy’s orders. And when he and Willow realize no one has heard from Buffy since last night, both of them immediately start gearing up to storm the factory, even though Giles and Jenny and Cordy tell them they’ll die. But they don’t care, and can’t believe the others aren’t willing to risk their lives for her.

Angelus’ first onscreen act is to drain the blood of a smoker, and the smoke comes out on his own breath. It’s an amazingly cool shot and all terrifying and chilling, signifying that this is not the Angel we knew before. That and the way he talks, voice dripping with laughter and malice in every word, arrogance making him puff out his chest and add a swagger to his walk. He’s condescending to Spike and Dru, condescending to Buffy, condescending to Willow and Xander later on, and it’s all around just much more interesting than the guy he was before. And in direct contrast to Spike and Dru, the Judge tries to burn Angel, and claims he cannot, because there is no humanity in him.

Spike and Dru are excited that Angel’s back. Spike was so happy to see Angel in School Hard, despite their history, despite the long years of absence between them. And though he’s made it very clear that he hates Angel’s guts and wants him dead ever since, he still laughs in glee and genuine delight when he realizes Angelus is evil again and wants to come back. And Dru, of course, is ecstatic. Singing and swaying, saying they’ll be a family again, and that everything in her head is singing. She and Angelus pick up, presumably, right where they left off; she is his favorite toy, and she adores everything he does, every choice he makes, every touch he gives her. But already in this episode, Spike’s good feeling starts to dissipate. Angelus has different ideas about what to do with the Slayer than Spike does, and not even Buffy mocks Spike for being in a wheelchair, but Angelus just can’t stop making jokes about it. There’s such a poignant scene here, where Dru is kissing Spike goodbye when they go off with the Judge, but she reaches behind her and lets Angelus take her hand, pulling him away from him. The look on Spike’s face… it’s heartbroken and angry and yet still hopeful that this isn’t as bad as he thinks it is, all at once. And just a little bit resigned. This is how it used to be, back then, and even though it’s not confirmed for several more seasons of both shows, we can see all of that right now. Spike was never Dru’s first choice. And he thought maybe a century of them together without Angel’s influence might have made her feel differently… but it hasn’t. And he knows he’s going to lose her if he doesn’t do something. But how can he, when he’s stuck in a wheelchair?

Buffy’s self-respect. Now… okay, without bashing any characters or ships, it is simply a truth universally acknowledged that Buffy has a blind spot when it comes to Angel. And I’m really not going to say anything besides that, haha. Use your imagination, take it for what you will, chances are you agree with it in some capacity, so we’ll be using your own personal capacity for the rest of this bullet point. Because in the painful, heartbreaking moment of her finding Angel the first time since they’ve slept together, she’s hugging him and kissing him and fussing over him. She says she wants to talk about last night, and he laughs her off, and comments on how childish she’s being about all of this. And she turns on a dime. She still hasn’t quite clued into the fact that he’s evil yet, because he’s being subtle about it, and why should she suspect that, anyway? But she knows he’s treating something very precious and important callously and mockingly. I could very well see a scenario where she would believe the things he’s saying, and would apologize for being inexperienced or something, or even ask to try again, pleading that she could be better. But she doesn’t. She calls him out for being rude and putting her down, she won’t let him tell her it wasn’t a big deal that they slept together, because she knows it was. And for someone with a blindspot, for someone who is still so young and inexperienced and will have a lot of self-doubt about her own desirability later on down the line, it’s an amazing thing to see that here, in this scene, she has a lot of self-respect, and stands up for herself. After this scene, she goes back home, up to her bedroom, curls up on her bed and cries and cries, until she falls asleep. Because all the self-respect in the world doesn’t help your heart against the man you love treating you like you meant nothing.

Willow sees Xander and Cordelia kissing, and when she flees, Xander wastes no time in running after her. He tries to explain, which is… actually really big of him to do, because he hasn’t been leading Willow on, he’s free to date whomever he wants. But she protests that they hate Cordelia, and in fact Xander is the treasurer of the We Hate Cordelia club. And he tries to make things right with her anyway, because he knows this hurts her, even though, again, he owes Willow nothing. And after stepping away for awhile, Willow comes back and tells Xander that while she can’t understand why he’d pick Cordelia, she’s willing to put that aside, because they have bigger things to worry about. And Xander says quietly that he can accept that. He really does care, really does try not to hurt his best friend, and he’s patient with her feelings for him, always. They see Angel and don’t know it’s Angelus, and Xander is sent away to get the others. He agrees, but then something, some intuition in his gut, tells him to turn back, just in time to see Angelus reach out and grab Willow. As Angelus is taunting Buffy and Jenny, Xander sneaks up from behind with a cross, shoves it in Angel’s face, and catches Willow when Angelus drops her. Willow later brags to Xander that she’s going to get Oz to help with the plan because he has a van. It’s an obvious attempt to make him annoyed and irritated that she also has someone she’s dating, but though Xander gives a weak smile and takes the jibe, he also doesn’t rise to it. Just saying that it’s good, because they’ll need Oz’s van.

When Buffy calls Willow, wondering why Angel hasn’t checked in with her yet after their night together, Willow assures Buffy that he must have a plan. When Angelus comes to the school, he baits Willow into coming closer. She does, seeing nothing wrong, Angel says he wants to show her something, and so she comes when he calls. Because theirs is a forbidden love.

Willow. And. Oz. And their WHOLE conversation inside the van while waiting for Xander to steal a rocket launcher. I can’t write every line back, so just… go watch this scene if it’s been awhile, and you will understand the amazingness. Willow asking Oz if he wants to make out with her. Him telling her he fantasizes about that sometimes. But that right now he knows she isn’t really ready for that, she’s just trying to prove something or make Xander jealous, and he wants her to really want him. But that it’s okay, because he can and will wait, and the sweet smile he gives her causes such BUTTERFLIES in my stomach, and hers too, you can tell by the smile she gives him back. So good. SO GOOD.

When Giles is informed that Angel has lost his soul, he announces that he’s leaning towards blind panic as a solution. And Jenny quietly scolds him, “Rupert, don’t talk like that. The kids.” Now, Jenny has, really, only a few episodes of screentime in the show. But this is maybe the MOST blatant example of her being the mother as Giles is the father to all of these children, and it’s so sad we didn’t have her in later seasons to really hammer that in even further. Because yeah. They are the parents of all these stragglers, and are doing their best to take care of them and keep them safe.

And yet, in spite of this, or maybe, actually, it just helps strengthen the point… when it’s revealed that Jenny knew about Angel and the curse and could have prevented all of this by telling them sooner… Giles takes Buffy’s side. Buffy casts Jenny out, and Giles backs her up. It breaks his heart to let her go, but Buffy is the one who needs him to be there for her, and sometimes in a case of parents and children, the parent needs to side with the child against the other parent. Because the child needs it more. And Buffy is grateful. She knows how hard it was for him to turn his back on Jenny for something that’s objectively Buffy’s problem, but she looks at her Watcher like she’s so happy to have his support.

Angelus tells the Judge that he looks spiffy, and the Judge just repeats the word in confusion. It’s a tiny but iconic moment for this character, so it needs to be remembered!

This rocket launcher! The way Buffy’s team carries it, in a shot so cool that it’s in the title sequence of the show for the next few seasons. The reveal of her pulling it out to the Judge who claims that no weapon forged can kill him, and Buffy’s “That was then. This is now” mic drop moment before she fires. And I get such a KICK too out of how Dru and Angel stare at the thing in horror, and both of them know to dodge it. Their slow-motion, synchronized somersaults over the railing while the Judge stands there and stares cluelessly at the weapon, letting it destroy him, while Dru and Angelus manage to avoid the blast is TRULY one of my favorite moments in the show.

And let’s give a shout-out to Xander, who is the one to come up with the rocket launcher idea. He knows he can get himself inside a military base, and find what he’s looking for, and he knows bringing a clueless Cordelia along will help his ruse. He succeeds, and shows Buffy how to use it when she asks. When it does its job and the Judge has exploded, Buffy hands the weapon back down to Xander, and tells him “Best present ever.” “Knew you’d like it,” he replies.

Giles’ dad speech. Another scene you should go watch if it’s been awhile, because all of it is perfect. It’s near the end of the episode, after Buffy fails to kill Angel. She could have killed him, he was right there and she had her stake out, and he taunted her, telling her she couldn’t do it. She kicks him between the legs instead, and says to give her time, but she had him down, so she could have won right there and then. But instead, she’s here with Giles as he drives her home, tearfully saying he must be so disappointed in her. And he’s quick to assure her that no, he isn’t. He knows that what’s coming will be hard for them, but he’s not going to wave his finger at her for her mistakes. He tells her “All you will get from me is my support. And my respect.” And the way she smiles through her tears at him is suuuch an important moment for her to have, after everything that happened.

The very final scene is Buffy’s mom celebrating her birthday with her. With a single cupcake, both of them in comfy clothes, curled up on the couch, and Buffy is very much feeling broken and hurting, but Joyce doesn’t question why. She lets her daughter curl up in her arms, stroking her hair as they watch a black-and-white movie and let the candle in her cupcake burn. Joyce may have no idea what’s going on, but she’s still there to be someone for Buffy to cling to when she’s sad. I’m a big fan of getting Buffy hugs, so this moment gets a big thumbs-up from me.

The Definition of Vengeance:

Uncle Enyos: To the modern man vengeance is a verb, an idea. Payback. One thing for another. Like commerce. Not with us. Vengeance is a living thing. It passes through generations. It commands. It kills.

Vengeance is a common theme in the Buffyverse, not in small part because an ex-vengeance demon becomes part of the main cast, and reminds everyone of all the curses she used to inflict, and becomes one again when the opportunity is given to her. But, an entire season before Anya even shows up and vengeance demons are introduced, there is the Romani clan who cursed Angel for killing a daughter of their tribe.

And who are still angry about it a hundred years later. So much so that they send Jenny to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t get too happy.

Jenny tries to plead with her Uncle Enyos, saying Angel has changed, saying that Buffy loves him, and it’s cruel that no one told her about the curse, and now she’ll likely have to kill him. He tells her that many people think vengeance is just exchanging one thing for another, but to their people, vengeance is a living thing.

“This is insanity,” Jenny tells him. “People are going to die.”

And he replies: “Yes. It is not justice we serve. It is vengeance.”

And the reason this is great is because it doesn’t try to justify vengeance in any way. Jenny’s uncle makes no protests that this is the right thing to do, just that it is the thing they must do, and if Jenny doesn’t help, she’s betraying her people.

He says it’s not justice, and that it is quite likely innocent people will suffer and die through the fallout of all of this. He himself is one of the first people Angelus kills. But it’s what they serve, it’s what they nurture, it’s what they follow no matter how bloody it gets.

Various characters in this show will try to take their own revenge, naturally, that’s true in every show! A few examples are Giles for Jenny’s death, Willow for Tara’s mind-suck and then death, Xander for Anya sleeping with Spike, Faith for Buffy stabbing her. Anya for… lots of things.

And Buffy is there to stop every single one of them. Pulling them back from the brink, saving as many people who were about to get caught in the crossfire as possible. She’s the hero, and there is no place for vengeance in her life. Never once is she the one seeking revenge.

Because it is neither a beautiful, nor justified thing, and I think it’s so great to have that laid out so explicitly this early in the show. If only because it’s another way to show that Buffy is goodness itself.

Scooby Initiation:

Really Oz’s first foray in the world of weird and supernatural, in this episode he gets very much thrown into the deep end. In the previous episode he sees a vampire turn to dust, and accepts the explanation as one that really makes the most sense.

But here, he’s being roped in to steal from the military, he’s recruited to pick up pieces of the Judge, and he now has to be enemies with Buffy’s boyfriend, who yesterday was hiding in wait at a surprise party with all of them.

And while he handles a lot of this with grace, he’s definitely still getting used to some of the weird. He asks Willow if they steal from the Army a lot. She answers that they don’t have cable, so they have to make her own fun, and he smiles and nods in a way that seems to recognize his question was a little dumb, and her sarcastic answer confirms it.

When the Judge is blown to bits, Buffy orders her team to collect the pieces while she goes after Angelus. Cordelia whines that their job sucks, but she’s already had her initiation, and gets right to it. While Oz stands in front of an arm, and points and calls for help.

However, when the gang is questioning where the Judge might go where there would be a lot of people, Oz is the one to suggest the movie theater in the mall… and he’s right.

The episode after this he will be turned into a werewolf, and his own place in the world of the supernatural identified.

But this is the episode where he gets his Scooby membership card, and it’s something to note!

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And that’s a wrap on Episode 26! Thank you so much for reading this far!

Previous: “Surprise.”

Next up: “Phases.”

(Credit for GIFs in this post: @detectivedawnsummers)

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the-rebels-and-the-saints · 2 years ago

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Can we just step back and take a moment to appreciate the fact that we now have the smallest, tiniest, most insignificant inkling of an idea as to what might happen in TWP?

And that after New Year we will have more small, tiny, insignificant inklings as to what we might get to see?

CC has us all in web woven by her novel universe. I love her.

But gratitude and all aside, it's TWP CrAckPOt ThEorY TImE (by yours truly)!!

I have some pretty random theories and headcanons that I will be randomly spouting around now and for the next couple of days.

Theory #1: Kit gets gold wings.

Hear me out, why not? He's not just any old part faerie, he's the descendant of the First Heir! Also, Clary had a dream in CoLS of two people standing together beside a lake, one with white hair and black wings and the other with gold hair and gold wings. At the time, it was assumed that those two people were Sebastian and Jace, but the pieces are falling together! ASH HAS WHITE HAIR AND BLACK WINGS, can you not tell how excited I am?

Theory #2: The disappearance that Kit and Ty have to investigate is Livvy's.

I mean, does anyone reading this post have other ideas? It would make sense, since Dru would be sucked into Faerie danger, and even if she wasn't, she couldn't really help Ty because she can't even see Livvy. And if we assume that Dru is in Faerie, Kit is literally the only one Ty could go to, since nobody else knows (except for Magnus and Ragnor, who I think would either be too busy or simply refuse to help, thinking that if Livvy had finally truly died, then it would be lucky that the world got off without having to pay for it). Ty would, obviously, try to find Livvy on his own, but the thought that only Kit could help him would be nagging at him the entire time. So either he finally plucks up the courage to ask Kit, or they just bump into each other on their own. Either way, they team up together, very begrudgingly on Kit's part, because he'll be all ice and "I hate you" on Ty. Then, Kit's faerie magic spurts out again in a moment of danger, or in a fight scene where they're outnumbered, and Ty, aside being amazed, interrogates Kit heavily, and when Kit is finally worn off, he tells Ty angrily about his heritage and how if Faerie knew of it, the entire lands would be after him. And even though the thought gives me immense pain, I think that eventually, it's how Jessa dies, and Kit blames himself for it, and added to how he has to take care of Mina and live for her, he absolutely refuses to help Ty any longer. But then, when danger strikes again, his faerie magic comes out in full, Kit gets himself severely injured. And THIS happens:

"Well, it's a bit ironic, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"All that effort to convince you I wasn't in love with you, and here I am, dying in your arms."

[Teaser #6] Link below.

I just realised I gave an entire rant about it, I'll stop now.

Theory #3: What can transpire between Dru, Jaime and Ash.

And I don't mean this just romantically. Dru getting involved in Faerie finally connects the dots, since Ash literally lives there, and Jaime disappeared there. Their storylines probably merge somewhere around TLKoF and they have their own adventures. Also, headcanon; you know how in TDA, Jaime was all distant when he found out that Dru was 13 and not 16, like he'd thought? And how he literally left, like, the next day? So, what I'm thinking is that he was already beginning to crush on Dru, and he was disappointed, not because she hid her age, but because they wouldn't be possible. Okay, okay, I know Jaime said that Dru was like his sister, but that if you go to that scene, you'll find he's speaking after a moment of being silent, perhaps drinking in the situation. I think he says that because he's trying to convince himself that whatever he likes about Dru is just friendly, and nothing more. Now, I know that people don't have the kindest opinions about DruxJaime, because Dru was just a child when they met, but if you really think about it, 13's really not that young, and Dru was really mature for her age. And this 3-year gap is nothing compared to what Lucie and Jesse had going on. Girl meets a 17-year-old-looking boy when she was 6 years old. Can you believe the age gap that I'm too lazy to calculate? So yes, DruxJaime is plausible, it can and will happen, although Dru will obviously end up with Ash. And if CC pulls an open end to Jaime's character like she did to Matthew, I will literally cry. I really dislike open ends, because it fills me with so many questions! I hate not knowing what happens next! I really want Jaime to either end up with Anush or go poly with Thais, which I know is just wishful thinking at this point. Any character will do, CC! Please and thank you!

Okay, I just read this entire thing over, and my self-critic says; this is not a post, this is me ranting. My writing is literally all over the place. I feel like I wrote too much. But I think I got it all out for now. This was fun.

#Honestly this has turned into a Shadowhunters rant.#I tend to dive deep into a topic #I'm sorry #the wicked powers #twp #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #dru blackthorn #ash morgenstern #jaime rosales #anush joshi #thais pedroso #cassandra clare #shadowhunters #theory

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Buffy Rewatch: Season 2, Episodes 9-12

2x09: "What's My Line? Part One"

Aw, Willow in her little pigtails is too cute

Dru and her tarot cards is something I would've like to see more of

I love how Spike's default is to snap at everybody and sometimes he snaps at Dru too but then he immediately apologises, explains, and listens to her. It's how badly he wants to help her and be good for her 🥺 The way they're both smiling while he spins her around

Angel actually being so fucking sweet with Buffy here 🥺

Giles and his stack of books, he's so me fr

"You'd be amazed at how numbingly pompous and long-winded some of these Watchers were." Dude, you just described the entire damn Council.

It's Oz!! Oz is here

This is really just Giles' eternal conflict between "Watcher" and "dad"

Kendra! Fuck yeah!!

"Goody! Research party!" "Will, you need a life in the worst way."

Oh, fuck off assassin! Don't go interrupting my baby's relaxing skate

Slitting a vampire's throat with an ice-skate, though, damn!

"I didn't even notice" my sweet girl deserved so much better

"That's enough, Xander!" Giles has had it with the wise-cracking about danger

Why is he so sweet waking Willow though?? 🥺

Buffy and Kendra's mutual confusion omg!

2x10: "What's My Line? Part Two"

Kendra really said "What about the rules?" and Giles said "Yes, well, my Slayer is special because I said so."

Kendra: "Angelus? I've read about him. He's a monster." Giles: "No, no. He's good now." Oh baby you're gonna change that tune real soon 😬

"I'm thinking dinner and a movie. I don't want to rush into anything. I've been hurt, you know?" I love Spike so much

Not Xander and Cordelia being one hell of a team

The fact that Dru's first instinct upon having Angel at her mercy is to torture him for what he did to her, but when Angelus returns later, she'll immediately go back to playing along trying to appease him

Giles' delight upon realising that Kendra reads 😂 honestly she should have lived and become his surrogate daughter #7

"You'll always be Giles' favourite" 🥺

"You and bug people, Xander. What's up with that?"

"Nobody messes with my boyfriend." Oh baby that man does not deserve you.

Kendra wanting to be friends 🥺

Angel's an asshole even with a soul??? Like I know he's just trying to piss off Spike but come on! "Maybe you two just don't have the fire we had" motherfucker you drove her mad and killed her family before Stockholm-syndroming her into living with you, do you actually think she was in a state to consent to any of that??

Giles straight-up wrecking two members of the Order of Taraka for Buffy, what a man

Kendra choosing to help Angel for Buffy 🥺

"You have the sweetest smile I've ever seen" Oz and Willow are so cute 🥺

Buffy and Kendra should've been besties!!

2x11: "Ted"

The friend I first watched Buffy with made me skip this one because she thought it was boring

This really goes to show that a man can say all the right things and still not mean a fucking word of it because he's an asshole

The way Giles just sits down like "okay, she's working through some stuff, I think we're going to be here a while."

"Vampired are creeps." "Yes, that's why one slays them."

"[Ted's] not my father figure" Yes, because that role has already been filled, hasn't it?

Jenny: "A pretty flimsy excuse for coming by to see me." Giles: "You should've heard the ones I threw out." Oh, you just know this man was pacing the library all morning trying to figure out all the ways not to say "how are you? I miss you"

"Stayed out of danger for three whole weeks" - did either of them ever actually manage to not talk to the other for longer than three fucking weeks?

Come on, what kind of asshole thinks it's okay to critique his new girlfriend's daughter when he's met her all of three times, and what kind of mother agrees that's fine??

No hate to Joyce but I'm different. If the daughter I'd been raising for 17 years said something about the guy I've been dating for 17 minutes, I'd believe her first

There's so many "Ted's a robot" jokes and hints in this that it's hilarious

The way Joyce was still willing to lie for Buffy though 🥺

When everyone else is asking Buffy what happened or giving her weird looks, Giles' first instinct is to run to her and ask if she's alright 🥺 fuck Ted, that is her father figure

"Yeah, I get that reaction from men all the time!" I love Jenny, what an icon.

The fact that she fucking shot him and somehow they're still laughing 😂

Poor Joyce must be traumatised, I wish she could just be told "oh Ted was a robot and he's been destroyed" rather than her just worrying if he'll come back??

Buffy being so done with adults kissing, I'm in stitches

2x12: "Bad Eggs"

"Do now, make fun of your mother later."

That cowboy hat guy is giving me real bad vibes

Oh, yep, there it is

Aw, her mom just doesn't get it

Not Xander and Cordy being so mean to each other in between making out

Oh God, not the high school sex talk. Willow's terrified, poor baby

"As far as punishments go, this is fairly abstract."

"My egg is Jewish" 😂

Eggbert! 😂😂

I love that Buffy has a fuckton of stuffed animals, it just really drives home how much of a kid she still is in so many ways

I'm actually kinda obsessed with these stupid fucking cowboys

"Why are you three hanging about?" as if they're ever anywhere else

Giles' horrified gasp when he though the egg was gonna smash on his carpet

"I suppose there is a sort of Machiavellian ingenuity to your transgression" and that right there is the closest Xander will ever get to a compliment from Giles

Cordelia's Teddy bear backpack 🥺

Motherfucker she's sixteen, why should she have her whole damn life planned out?

The way Giles just pokes his head out like "hello?"

"I haven't any children. Although sometimes I feel as though I do, working here."

"All right. It's over." 😂😂

Aww, Buffy and Angel actually being cute. It's like they tried extra hard to make sure we liked this guy in preparation for what's about to happen.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy rewatch #btvs

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emily fields!

Emily Fields

okay the numbering on this looks very weird because I kept having to use extra spaces to get around the words per block of text limit and I’m kind of out of patience to fix it to look better lol so apologies but here is what I wrote for the meme

three facts about them from my personal headcanons: 1. This is going off the canon detail that she really likes horror films but I like to think she developed that interest kind of alongside the A stuff happening (since I think it’s established in the middle seasons). And that she views them kind of in a Dru Blackthorn esque fashion where they’re less scary than her normal life and that makes them comforting in a way.. I don’t have an hc for what her favorite horror movie is because as we know I suck at watching films so I don’t feel like I have enough to go off even though when I do get myself to watch movies I do like horror … I do think she would watch yellowjackets and her favs would be Jackie and Nat and Van <3. And she has a love hate relationship with Shauna. 2. She and Mona made out in 2x19 during their secret rendezvous in the principle’s office to get the blackmail info. Because it pleases me to think that <3. 3. I think she has major abandonment issues between Alison and Maya dying and her dad’s constant absences and then his death post jump and I think it effects the way she approaches relationships throughout the series a lot.

a reason they suck: she can be prideful and stubborn and has commitment issues for days but I adore all those things about her tbh <3. In terms of things that really do bother me though her reaction when learning Maya is bi … really not good you could chalk it up to Pll writers biphobia and that would be true but I also do think there’s something there about ideas Emily’s internalized from growing up with Pam’s views combined with Alison’s behavior to her pre series that’s not an excuse for it just imo a possible explanation that makes sense for the character and her judgements.

a reason they are great: I mean there’s obvious stuff like her being a really kind and loyal and compassionate person and I do love all those things about her but they are pretty obvious so I won’t delve hardcore into explaining them, she’s a really good person. But I see there are being a lot more to her character at least from my perspective. She’s also a character who starts out with a lot of drive and ambition while it’s of a very different type to say Spencer or Aria or Mona’s ambition and she’s characterized as much quieter about it, and who deals with a lot of repressed anger as the series goes on and she experiences a lot of trauma which speaks to me in chars (don’t know what that says about me lol) and can be vmessy in an understated way that I generally enjoy… I love how hateful she gets sometimes lmao like they say she’s the sweet one but she can be fucking savage when a situation calls for it and I love that, there are small petty moments when she’s in a fight with someone that are really fun and then more serious examples with people who absolutely deserve her anger one of the best moments for this being put to use to it’s full potential when she’s the one to go up to Ezra in 4b after the 4x20 reveal to Aria and give him that speech that ends with “and can you make sure a real teacher gets this” I love herrr. Also love that she is a himbo lesbian icon tbh she’s so charming about it <3. She’s so charming in general… I love her

a reason I relate to them: oh I can relate to a fair amount about Emily lol a lot of her feelings about her sexuality in s1 are very real when I think of my teenage self or even my right now self, some things about her family life (in the show not in the books, book! Emily’s family life is… next level terrible omg one thing I am glad the show changed up dramatically). And I have some similar personality traits. I kind of can relate to specific facets of all the main Pll girls except Hanna and Alison in some way but Spencer and Emily the most I’d say

(what I consider to be) the top tier otp/ot3 for that character: ultimately Spencer/Emily has my heart the most although I do ship her with pretty much every woman of the main cast lol. But Spemily rules imo and it’s so my cup of tea dynamically (chars who seem like opposites (how Spencer is seen as uptight and a leader while Emily is seen as mellow and sweet) but are more similar when you look closely (at how they’re both perfectionists to please their family in different ways, leaders, fiercely loyal, stubborn prideful and competitive, that moment where Spencer says that she can see Emily is ambitious enough to want the team captain position as much or more than Paige does is such a great moment to me because of course Spencer would be the one to see that in Emily…), chars who clash intensely because of those traits but are also very tender with each other in moments that really count and have a lot of mutual respect) also ngl a factor is they’re both sooo pretty all the women on this show are gorgeous but they’re just insanely hot … and then for the ot3 a few dynamics have their moments but most consistently fun and interesting to watch for me is Spencer x Emily x Alison <33. I’ve mentioned before that I’m obsessed with the framing of Spencer and Emily clashing over different views of Ali in 4b and also late s1… also have made jokes before about how much Spencer hates all Emily’s girlfriends lmao (hate is an oversimplification because Spalison’s dynamic is very complex but. When it comes to Emily she doesn’t play lol). That’s specifically show-wise though books wise Emaria is my favorite ship for her I adored the way their friendship was depicted and it had shippy vibes a lot of the time, I ship them in the show too and when they get to interact one on one usually enjoy it a lot but it’s clear the writers didn’t care to focus on their individual dynamic as much as others, which is a shame. Tabby&Imogen’s dynamic on pllos actually to me is more similar to book Emaria in some respects…and I was into the Aria x Courtney x Emily stuff in Ali’s Pretty Little Lies and found that compelling.

five things that never happened to that character that I believe should have happened: 1. consistently go to a therapist who isn’t just the liars counselor as much as I like Dr. Sullivan (this one would be the first for every liar) 2. She should have had an actual arc post time jump around grieving her dad… it’s absolutely criminal that we just get that scene of her at Wayne’s grave (which is one of Shay’s best scenes on the show imo) and a little lip service done to it in the first couple of episodes but not even a flashback to his funeral… a million Haleb Spaleb Spoby flashbacks a Jaria flashback but not one to one of your leads losing a parent it’s not an exact comparison because anti-blackness specifically was a different factor with how Bonnie was treated in TVD but since I just got to her dad’s introduction in my rewatch and it’s on my mind could kind of draw a parallel to how her losing a parent was a peripheral plot, we saw her reaction in one scene and then moved on to other magical factors involved with her being stuck on the other side vs Elena’s grief about her parents and Caroline’s arc around losing her mom in s6. Like it is telling that on both shows it’s the WoC who doesn’t get the same space for her storyline (different factors again because anti blackness re: Bonnie and homophobia in Pll but .. you get it). But anyway, post jump sets her up as being a much less put together char than pre jump Emily with the dropping out of school and not telling anyone etc. so delving into how unstablized she feels, the ways she might want to emulate her dad (I do think that shows up but not in a very intentional way) and actually letting us see the flashbacks to how this impacted her relationships instead of being told. I actually have had an idea for a while about a fic I’d like to write about this but haven’t felt like I had the time to actually write it although this is making me think about it/want to go back to it again… 3. I don’t think this is controversial Maya should not have died, and Emily’s love life… well that could have gone in different directions and I would have been happy she and Maya could’ve broken up for a while then gotten back together post time jump, or they could have done Emison but actually committed to exploring what’s interesting about Emison instead of the milquetoast end of series Emison, or both of those, if we’re sticking with her canon li’s. I’m not a huge fan of Paily but I wouldn’t necessarily want it to not exist because I think there is some interesting narrative stuff there about what it means to Emily to be Paige’s Alison, for want of a better word. But I do think a lot of their relationship content isn’t that interesting and would have liked it to not be the big ticket ship/soo prominent just based on personal preference. And I would have gotten rid of.. maybe not every girlfriend of the week because I do like that Emily’s a ladykiller but most of them were flops so I’d have gotten rid of a lot of them and/or made them less prevalent. And if I had full creative control I obviously would have wanted her to date Spencer or Hanna or Mona but that also goes more into things I’d change for the other liars so I didn’t include it here 4) her s3 arc (if Maya still dies) should have actually gotten to be about her grieving Maya and how that coincides with A trauma (especially given how brutal she got it in s2 between the carbon monoxide barn and the ointment-induced ulcer and everything, and Mona didn’t kill Maya/isn’t responsible for that but it happened in the same spiral) and not about the Nate mystery… and if there was going to be a plot about transference in grief (which I could totally be on board for!) it should have been with someone who wasn’t Nate… 5) no egg donation mystery plot that leads to weird rapey Emison baby plot … I realize like 4 of those were very obvious things that didn’t merit much explantation and one I ranted about a lot.

five people that character never fell in love with and why: I’ll go with the assumption that she’s only ever been in love with Maya Ali and Paige (yeah I think she did love Paige even if it was maybe a less intense type of love for her than some others and even if it isn’t my favorite dynamic outside of enjoying it as part of a psuedo triangle with Spencer or Ali at different points) when writing this out 1. Spencer - They do clash a lot, I think it would take the right situation for them to have a more stable approach to their dynamic. Alternately I could also see them in a totally unstable situation and getting together in the worst way possible and I would probably love it xd. 2. Hanna — I feel like they could have easily fallen in love if you removed other factors like their other li’s and separated dramas, even though Spemily is my favorite singular ship dynamic I do think Hanna and Emily are ultimately most compatable. 3. Mona — in another life… but in this one they’re too fixated on their blondes. They do have great chemistry the rare times they interact one on one imo and I do choose to believe they made out in 2x19 and that also contributes (aside from the other totally valid reasons) to Emily’s extreme hostility towards her later lol. 4. Jenna - Emily is consistently the most hostile to Jenna out of all the girls which I find interesting (Aria is consistently the most receptive/compassionate towards her which is interesting to me for different reasons) part of it is because she gets close to Toby before anyone I also think Emily is a prideful person who deeply dislikes feeling guilty (even though she has a guilt complex about a lot of things) so Jenna is a sore spot for her. I did always think their actresses had chemistry though. 5. Sara - I mean… there was very little there for me to dig into tbh but ultimately I think Emily saw Sara as a project to fix and needed that post dollhouse because she prefers to be the caretaker, and that’s how I view the relationship/why Emily was so into her when she’s… quite a blank slate before the reveal she’s evil lol. I also think there was potential for some interesting stuff about transference from Ali to Sara but it’s not really in the text especially since Sara doesn’t act much like Ali despite having a similar backstory.

thank you for asking!

#s speaks #emily fields #pll #pretty little liars #asks #retiredficwriter #my meta #tvd for ts #I guess #mutuals

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Heir To The Lands Chapter 31

When Things Go So Fast, One Can No Longer Keep Up Masterpost

At the mention of that wretched queen, a collective groan could be heard. "What is the bitch up to this time?" Jace asked his parabatai who looked him in the eye with apprehension. Alec took a deep breath before answering, "It seems she discovered Kit in England. She attacked him when the Carstairs-Grey household decided to visit the Blackthorns for the re-opening of Blackthorn Hall." Jace dropped his glass on the floor, and Clary lifted her feet before the rum could splatter onto her pants. "Are they alright?!" She asked. "Emma got injured but she has been recovering pretty well. Everyone else remained unscatched." Clary put her hand to her chest and breathed out deeply though she hoped Emma really was okay and wasn't just stubbornly acting fine. She could be like Jace in that way. "So now that the issues with the Unseelie Court have been resolved, it's the Seelie Court that has a problem with Kit?" Simon mumbled out loud, "do you have any idea what her next move is?" Alec looked at Magnus who had his lips tightly pursed before he cleared his throat. "I have gotten dreams again because of my father." The words were enough to have everyone's stomachs churn at the alcohol. "Do you think it's related to the Seelie Queen?" Isabelle asked perplexed, thinking not even the Seelie Queen could possibly be that mad. "Whilst we cannot say for certain, the fact Ash Morgenstern can open doors to other worlds remains and there was this phonecall from Ragnor earlier." Alec stated, looking Clary sympathetically in her eyes knowing it was difficult for her to hear about her nephew. "Ragnor called?" Simon asked, wondering what the green warlock had been up to after Shanghai. Magnus nodded, "like me, he could feel something was up. Apparantly he has been spying on a particular secret route to the Seelie Court in Germany for a while now. There seemed to be a particular whift of dark magic coming from the tunnel for a while now, and a few werewolves reported seeing a winged boy come out of it every once in a while." Clary sucked in a deep breath as Jace wrapped his arm around her shoulder. It seemed like the day she had been dreading was finally coming close, the day she would have to fight her nephew in the way she once did with her brother. "Which brings me to Ragnor's call. We already had been given a report from Tessa that Livvy's ghost snuck into Faerie and Jaime Rosales has been held captive for months. We have enough evidence to take public action against the Seelie Court. It seems Dru and undoubtedly Kit, Ty and Livvy have embarked on a rescue mission. We already sent a fire message to Tessa to ask if they were succesful before you guys arrived." The entire group was stunned. "Those Blackthorn kids seem to ask for as much trouble as we always have." Simon observed. Everyone could agree on that. "Now the final problem on my list, is that my office has been raided. All kinds of documents have been stolen, including my secret exchange with Manuel Villalobos." Isabelle reached for the bottle. "I think I need another drink before we get to figuring out our priorities."

At least it seemed they had some unexpected allies. As Lily Chen handed Janus the documents in a dark New York street and he promised he'd get Raphael to her before the next full moon, none of them were aware of the highly glamored warlock keeping an eye on them, watching their conversation. One highly trained to be able to fool even the most skilled of Downworld. As each of them left for their own seperate ways, the warlock sighed. Watching the vampire go with pitying eyes. "Well boss, it seems you were right. I never thought Chen would be such a fool." She shook her head, her long multi-colored hair slapping against the building she rested against. "I hope we can intercept the Herondale before he enters Faerie." She pulled out her phone and sent the emoji that would signal to the rest of her companions that action was about to start.

#twp #the wicked powers #the shadowhunters chronicles #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #magnus bane #simon lewis #simon lewis lovelace #isabelle lightwood #isabelle lovelace lightwood #clary fairchild #jace herondale #janus herondale #lily chen

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The Buffy Re-watch: S2E19 (part 1)

I Only Have Eyes For You

I have very mixed feelings about this episode, and I struggle to explain why. Is it a good one? Yeah. But it does confuse me, and I can't fully articulate why. I just know that it does.

The episode begins with Cordy and Xander dancing, Willow watching and Buffy is alone.

Buffy is sort of asked out but turns him down because she is not ready to deal with any relationships outside of her friends and family.

Does the Sadie Hawkins dance still happen? This isn't the first time I've heard it referenced, it got a mention in a Star Trek: TNG episode.

Buffy holding off on being impulsive but is not letting herself live either.

Okay, couple of people arguing about love and there is a gun. Oh shit.

An O.J. Simpson reference. Have another 'oh shit.'

A vegan chained to a snack machine? Okay, cool. How did they chain themselves? Asking out of curiosity

Willow has got the teaching thing down. Plus she is developing an interest in magic (we know where that goes). Giving Giles the rose quartz as a gift was a sweet gesture.

Buffy having visions in history class. Even when she is there for them, she kind of isn't.

James and his teacher and their inappropriate relationship.

Locker monsters and ghosties, it's a fun filled supernatural episode.

George the janitor and Ms Frank are now possessed and doing the same scene from earlier, but this time doesn't end too well.

Giles thinks the ghost could be Jenny. Sorry buddy.

Hey, Angelus, Dru and Spike have found their new home, and Angelus continues to be a dick. Not surprising.

Giles is holding on to some very strong and unfounded beliefs that the ghostie is Jenny. The gang manage to find the real ghosties easily enough because of Buffy's visions, James Stanley and Grace Newman.

Buffy is being unusually harsh towards towards James. Yes, he did kill someone, but she is borderline brutal about him.

Spaghetti turning into snakes. Nuh uh, nope. I would be out of there faster than Road Runner. I have a fear of snakes.

Snyder knows about the Hellmouth! I knew it, I just couldn't remember if it was actually said in the show. He is part of a town wide cover up to prevent mass panic, and would also help The Mayor keep his cover leading up to next season.

Nuke the school? No. However, you do get to blow it up with regular explosives next season and with a giant demon snake in it.

Exorcism time, though they are dealing with one seriously pissed off ghostie, who doesn't fuck around when trying to torment people.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #buffy rewatch #tv show thoughts #btvs s2

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ponytailcoby · 5 years ago

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Terri Minsky 🤝 Courtney Kemp

Creating an interesting gay character but then eventually screwing them over

#we know how dirty terri did cyrus #and even though dru is okay for now #courtney is gonna mess him up #*charles barkley voice* guaranteed!!!!#andi mack #power book 2

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secretsofblackthornhall · 4 years ago

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Emma To Bruce

Dear Bruce,

I woke up this morning to find it was an improbably beautiful day with bright blue skies and those cute little white scudding clouds. “All right,” I thought. “There is no way I am spending this gorgeous day in wonderful London inside this falling-down house, scrubbing the floors and brooding about ghosts. The question: how to convince Julian that we should go out and have fun?”

I marched upstairs and found Julian drinking coffee in the kitchen. I said, “Jules. You know that thing you want me to do, that I’ve been refusing to do? If you come out and have a good time with me today in London, I’ll do it.”

A big grin spread over his face. He said, “OKAY!” In fact, he said it as he was already running out the door. I had to get him to come back for a jacket.

Bruce, we had an absolutely great time in London. We took a boat ride down the Thames. We went to a costume shop. We saw the Tower and went to Fortnum and Mason’s and had tea. Julian ate all my cucumber sandwiches because I hate them. We went on the London Eye, which is like a more spectacular version of the Ferris wheel on the Santa Monica Pier. Demons did not attack this time, and Julian booked a whole pod so that we could snuggle and cuddle.

In the middle of the snuggling and cuddling, Julian stopped and stared into my eyes with an intense look. I could tell he had something to ask me, and for a moment I thought—well, it doesn’t matter what I thought.

“Emma,” he said, “what would you think about moving to London with me?”

I said, “What do you mean? We’re already here.”

He explained that he was thinking, if we got Blackthorn Hall all fixed up, we could live in it until Dru or Ty or Tavvy (or all three of them) grow up and want to move there. He explained that Helen and Aline were doing a great job running the LA Institute and that they don’t really need us. Besides, they’re thinking of starting a family soon so maybe they don’t want so many people running around the Institute. I said, “But I thought you liked Los Angeles, and practically everyone we know is there.” He pointed out that that wasn’t totally true. In London, we’d be closer to Ty, and pretty much the same distance from the east coast, where Dru is, and of course Mark and Cristina are in New York half the time, too. I think he could tell that I wasn’t sure what to say, because he added, “It’s really about us having a home, one that we make together. Being grown up, and having a grown up kind of life.”

I joked around, saying we were still pretty young, and he said, “I know that most people who get together when they’re teenagers break up. They get older and they change. I just want us to go through the important things together, so we change together. Does that make sense?”

I told him it did though I was pretty freaked out he even mentioned BREAKING UP as a concept. So I kissed him, which distracted us both, and when our pod came to a stop on the ground everyone cheered and whistled. The English are more lustful than I had previously suspected.

I was exhausted by the time we got home and discovered that our ghost friend had been active in our absence. In the dust on the dining room floor were written the words

FIND THE DEVIL TAVERN

Now what on earth does that mean? Though honestly, we were both kind of pleased to see the message. At least it’s a clue so that we can begin to unravel the mystery of our ghost and his silver band.

PS Bruce, I know you’re dying to find out what it was that Julian wanted me to let him do that I have been refusing to do. Remember when I said we went to a costume shop? Well, apparently Dru made Julian watch The Hunger Games with her the last time we were home, and he really really wanted to paint me like this.

The things we do for love.

—Emma

#secrets of blackthorn hall #sobh #emma carstairs #julian blackthorn #bruce #katniss

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onceuponastory · 3 years ago

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3am - bucky barnes x reader

And now it's 3AM and you're calling me up again And you wanna know if I meant every word that I said - 3am by you me at six

Plot: One night at 3am, Bucky Barnes gets a call about his ex, Y/N. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Being drunk, injuries/broken bones, a tiny mention of vomit, and a few mentions of Bucky’s past as the winter soldier (but nothing too graphic). As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: Thank you to my bestie @staticscreenwriting / @astartothemoon for my dividers. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

One winter night in the middle of Brooklyn, Bucky Barnes is fast asleep. For once, things around him are quiet, and he’s finally able to get some rest after the years of pain and torment he’s been through. Yet soon, the phone rings, startling him.

“Hello?” He murmurs, still half asleep.

“Hello, is that Mr Bucky Barnes?” Bucky’s brows furrow, not expecting to hear his full name at three in the morning.

“Yes…it is. How can I help you?” He expects this call to be inconsequential, at most a prank being played by Sam or the kid. However, when the voice on the other end speaks, Bucky realises that this call will be everything but insignificant.

“This is the hospital. I’m calling on behalf of Miss Y/N Y/L/N.” At the mention of her name, Bucky sits up, immediately awake. Y/N is his ex-girlfriend. He hasn’t spoken to her in months since they broke up. Since he got scared that he wasn’t good enough for her because of his past and broke up with her a few months ago. And now, the hospital is phoning him up at 3am to ask about her. Concern floods Bucky’s entire body. Although they broke up, he still misses her dearly, and would move the ends of the earth to make sure she’s safe. Despite this, he hasn’t said anything to her about it, wanting her to let her get on with her life rather than being laid down with him and his issues. Honestly, he thought she had moved on a long time ago.

“What happened? Is she okay?” He asks, speaking a mile a minute.

“Yes sir, she’s okay. She got quite intoxicated, and had a nasty fall which resulted in her breaking her ankle.” Bucky breathes a sigh of relief. This is better than expected. She’s okay. She’s not dying. “I’m calling because she has you down as her emergency contact, and she has no way of getting home.” His words make Bucky stop. Even though he’s an Avenger, Bucky and Y/N never spoke about things like this, about what would happen if the other was hurt or in danger. It was just assumed that he’d take care of her and she’d take care of him, like any boyfriend or girlfriend would do. When they broke up, they were focused on bigger things, like coming to terms with almost a year of their lives suddenly meaning nothing, or moving stuff out of each other's apartments. Neither of them thought about the little things like this, how they could suddenly be confronted with each other once again. Yet, breakup or no breakup, Bucky would still do anything to make sure she’s safe. Picking her up from the hospital is nothing. “Mr Barnes? Hello?”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Bucky makes it to the hospital within ten minutes, furiously searching for any sign of Y/N. When a nurse points him to the right room, he almost pulls the door off of its hinges with the speed he opens it. As the door opens, Y/N turns around, looking at the new entry to the room. As soon as sees Bucky, her eyes light up, and she grins. The same smile that Bucky has missed for so long. Immediately, he starts smiling too, and butterflies start to flutter in his stomach. Maybe, just maybe, her happiness at seeing him isn’t just because she’s drunk. Maybe she misses him, too.

“Bucky! What are you doing here?” She gasps.

“I’m still your emergency contact, doll. You okay?”

“Ohhhhh! And yeah, I’m fine.” Y/N nods. Bucky already knows she has no idea what he’s saying. And judging by the moon boot she’s wearing, her ankle is definitely going to start hurting soon. Alcohol is a hell of a drug. Yet, seeing her so happy despite everything still makes him smile. It reminds him of before, when they were both happy together. Back when things were still good between them, when they could speak to each other without devolving into arguments. He misses those days more than anything in the world. In all honesty, if he had the chance to go back in time, Bucky wouldn’t go back to the 40s, before his life changed in the worst possible way. Before he became a weapon of mass destruction. He’d go back to when he lost Y/N, and try to make things right, rather than running at the first sign of trouble.

He’s good at that. At running.

As the doctor explains the break and the healing process, Bucky listens attentively, ensuring he’s ready to support Y/N and her needs. He’s not been good at much throughout his long life, especially not talking about his feelings. But he can be good at this, at taking care of the woman he loves. He can at least give her that after their relationship broke down. And then, something brushes against his hand. And then it does again. It’s only then that Bucky realises that something is Y/N’s hand. Feeling her fingers brushing against his still sends shivers throughout his entire body. Even though he’s been alive for decades now, Bucky swears that Y/N is the only one who makes him feel alive.

Soon, the doctor sends the pair away, and Bucky wheels Y/N towards the elevator. Immediately, he feels the atmosphere change. At least when they were with the doctor they had a middleman, someone to do all the talking to prevent them from speaking to each other. Now, it’s just them both, brought together again after being apart for so long. “This is fun.” Y/N mumbles with a giggle.

“Just trying my best to make the ride as smooth as possible for you.” Bucky replies, chuckling to himself. Yet soon, the smile fades. Sure, they’re getting along now, but that’s largely because Y/N’s drunk and doesn’t remember that they’re broken up. But what happens when things go back to normal and she does remember? When this little pocket of happiness is gone? Honestly, Bucky can’t bear to think about it. But then, Y/N starts laughing again, and he can’t help but smile once more.

Maybe he can stay in this happy time a little longer.

Soon, the pair reaches Bucky’s car, and he lifts her into the passenger side, buckling her in before crossing over to his side and buckling himself in. As he drives, the pair sit in silence. For a while, Bucky thinks Y/N has fallen asleep, and is about to check on her, until:

“You know Bucky….” she trails off, and he raises a brow. “I miss you. I don’t know why we stopped talking.” The words are murmured, but Bucky hears them loud and clear. And they almost make his heart stop. Of course, he knew she had forgotten why they’d stopped talking, but he wasn’t expecting to hear the first few words. And it hits him like a bucket of cold water. She misses him. Maybe he has a chance to fix this.

“I miss you too. More than you’ll ever know. I regret what happened every day.” He tells her. But then, Y/N goes back to her drunk mumbling as if nothing happened, as if both of them didn’t just admit that the pain and heartbreak of the last few months could’ve been avoided. Bucky sighs. He’s probably right. She’s just drunk, and her words mean nothing.

When they reach Y/N’s apartment, Bucky helps her up the stairs and into her apartment. She still keeps a spare key under a plant pot, just like she did when they were dating. Bucky still remembers warning her about it, how anyone could find the key and break in. To his surprise, though, she simply laughed.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got a super soldier to protect me…and he’s really cute, too.” She laughed, pulling him close for a kiss. That was the day she’d been making cookies, and she tasted like cinnamon and chocolate. Remembering the memory, Bucky smiles. At least he still has those to keep him happy.

Once inside, Bucky helps her towards her bedroom and into bed. “Thank you Bucky.” She murmurs. And almost as soon as her head hits the pillow, she falls asleep, snoring softly. Bucky sighs.

“I know you’re just drunk. You’ll wake up tomorrow, and this whole thing will be just a dream, and you’ll hate me again. But I’ll deserve it.” He sighs. After checking on her again, he leaves the room, ready to spend the night on her couch. Of course, it’s not the most ideal situation as her ex, but this way he can make sure she’s safe, and that she doesn’t hurt herself any more.

As he gets himself comfy, Bucky glances around the room. All the pictures Y/N has with him are taken down. The sight makes his heart sink. He knows that keeping pictures of you and your ex-boyfriend around after you’ve broken up isn’t something people do, but seeing them all gone is like the final nail in the coffin. The ultimate confirmation that all hope of them having a happy reunion after this is gone. And Bucky knows he only has himself to blame.

So, with tears stinging his eyes, Bucky settles down to try and get some sleep.

The next morning, Y/N limps into her kitchen, rubbing her eyes. When she sees Bucky leaning against her counter drinking a coffee, her eyes widen.

“What happened? Why are you here?” Bucky sighs. He’s been awake for most of the night, trying to figure out the best way to explain the events of the last couple of hours and coming up empty.

“I’m still your emergency contact, so I got a call from the hospital at three this morning saying you had broken your ankle and needed a ride home. So, I came and got you.” He explains. “The doctor wants to see you again tomorrow, so I can drop you off if you want.”

“Oh…thanks for doing that.”

“Y/N, you were drunk. I wasn’t going to leave you alone in the hospital. I brought you home and put you to bed. I know we’re broken up, but I uh, I crashed on your couch to make sure you didn’t fall over or throw up during the night. Hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks…again.” She nods. And just like Bucky predicted, things between them are back to being awkward. There’s no way she remembers her admission to him last night. Although he knew she wouldn’t, he can’t help but feel disappointed. Part of him was expecting them to make up right here, like they do in the romcoms.

“I’ll just finish my cup of coffee, and then I’ll go. Don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“No! No, you don’t need to go.” She gasps, the quickness of her reply making Bucky raise a brow in confusion. Is she really that upset at the thought of him leaving? Does she really want him back, after all? “Not yet, anyway. You can stay a little longer.” Bucky nods, helping her sit down at her table and passing over some coffee.

“Do you want some breakfast? I could make you some pancakes, or we could order something in.” He offers.

“Some pancakes would be nice, thanks.” Bucky smiles.

“Coming right up.”

“You know….” Y/N sighs, stopping only to finish her last bite of pancakes. “That was really nice. It was just like how things used to be. You made me these every Saturday morning, remember?” The faintest hint of a smile twitches at the corners of her mouth. Bucky can pick up on the melancholiness in her voice, and how she misses their past. After all, he’s feeling the same way.

“Yeah, I do. Those were great.” He sighs. All he wants is to tell her right then how much he misses her, how he’d give all he has to go back to those days, back to when they were both happy. He just doesn’t know how to tell her. The words just won’t link up to his mouth.

“How was I last night, by the way? Did I say anything, or was I out of it?”

“No, not at all.” Bucky insists. She doesn’t have to know the truth about what she told him. Yet, his words make her furrow her brow.

“Well, you’re saying that Bucky, but I can tell you’re hiding something. I always could.” Bucky gulps.

“Yeah, you could.” He laughs awkwardly, and Y/N nods.

“So there’s that, and there’s also the fact that I wasn’t drunk enough to forget everything I said to you last night. At first, I thought it was a dream, but now you’re here....” Shit. “So, I’ll ask you again. Did I say anything to you last night? Like…about missing our relationship?” Bucky stammers, his eyes widening.

“Yes. You did.”

“And you weren’t going to tell me?” She demands. “What, you were just going to let me carry on like I didn’t tell you the truth about how I’ve really been feeling?!”

“I didn’t think you meant it or that you’d remember! I thought it was just the alcohol! And besides, I wanted to say something, but the last thing I wanted was for you to wake up still hating me, and then find out you said something you didn’t mean.” Bucky explains. Y/N sighs.

“I never hated you, Bucky. Maybe at the beginning, but as time went on, I just realised how much I miss you. And I still do.” Bucky gasps, and he scoots his chair forward.

“I miss you too, Y/N. More than anything. I hate how things ended, and how I ruined everything. I’ve regretted it ever since. I was just so worried about hurting you, because of my past, but I ended up hurting you even more. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He sighs. To his surprise, Y/N starts chuckling.

“You know, we really should’ve told each other this before now.” She says, and Bucky nods, unable to stop himself from laughing too. It feels weird, being comfortable and laughing with each other after being apart for so long. Maybe though, the fact they’re able to do this shows that things might be okay between them both after all.

“Yeah, you’re right. You know…if you’d like to start over, I’m okay with that.” When she doesn’t reply at first, Bucky gasps. “But if you don’t want to, that’s totally okay. We can take things as slow as you want.” Y/N smiles.

“Sure. Maybe after my appointment tomorrow, we can go get a drink or something?”

“Yeah…I’d love that.” Bucky smiles.

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stranger-nightmare · 3 years ago

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨

Pairing: Dark!Druig x (female) Reader

Summary: you actually convince Druig to go on a night out to a club, and well, shit happens in the club...👀

Warnings: guy kinda being a creep in the club, smut, possessive Dom!Druig, ever so slightly bratty Sub!Reader, fingering, penetrative sex (m+f), semi-public sex, exhibitionism, degradation / praise kink, choking, pet names (little one / sir), dacryphilia, squirting, minors DNI

A/N: the premise for this idea came into my head as I was falling asleep and I just had to write it down and um yeah somehow it turned into this😵‍💫🥴 hope you guys like it!!🥰🖤✨💫

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

Tonight was an extremely rare event: you had managed to convince Druig to come out with you. The notorious recluse was actually in the club with you. Okay granted he was just stood leaning against the bar watching whilst you danced the night away in the middle of the floor, your body bumping into the hoards of other people around you.

You’d already tried numerous times to pull him onto the dance floor with you but he just wasn’t having it. You sigh to yourself as you watch your boyfriend watch you from afar. And so you just continue to dance by yourself, enjoying your own company, losing yourself to the steady beat of the music as it thrums through your body.

You close your eyes and let your hands roam your body, moving up your waist to your neck before getting lost in your hair as you continue to swing your hips. Okay so you were kinda deliberately putting on a show for Druig, tossing your hair the way you knew he liked. You feel dizzy and giddy, your closed eyes making the music feel even more intense as it pulses through your body.

It’s then that you feel a pair hands snake around your waist. You smile to yourself and lean back into the warm chest that’s pressed behind you. You feel their hips start to grind into yours and you happily grind back, matching their rhythm.

“You finally decided to join me then hmm?” You hum hazily, your head titling back on their shoulder, your mouth angling towards their ear.

“Mmm yeah” you hear an unfamiliar voice respond in your ear.

Your body freezes and you open your eyes to see Druig stood exactly where he was before, leaning against bar, watching you from the across the club. His face is the perfect picture of rage, his jaw taught, the muscle in his cheek twitching, nostrils flared.

A small panic settles in you as you realise that it indeed is not your boyfriend that is grinding into your ass.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else” you yell over the music, attempting to step away from the stranger behind you.

“I can be anyone you want me to be babe” the deep voice chuckles darkly, their arms locking around your waist tightly, keeping you in place.

“Listen I have a boyfriend” you say pointedly.

“Really? I don’t see him” he laughs, his mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear.

It then occurs to you that even though this man had his hands all over you, even though you had just been grinding against you, Druig still hadn’t budged from his perch against the bar. If anything now you were just pissed off. What was it gonna take to really get his attention?

So you decide fuck it, might as well test the boundaries of Druig’s patience. He’d certainly tested the boundaries of yours.

“Fair enough” you shrug again the man behind you, leaning back into his chest again.

You slowly start to move your hips again, pushing back again the guy’s crotch. You let your head lull on his shoulder, your hands flying up to tangle in the guy’s hair. You giggle when you hear him groan. His hands find their way back to your hips, helping guide you against him.

Suddenly the man’s body goes slack against you, his hands falling off you and hanging limply by his side, his body completely still behind you. You open your eyes in surprise and are quickly met with Druig’s, shining brightly gold as he pushes through the crowd to get to you.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” Druig seethes as finally takes his place in front of you.

You tighten your jaw in defiance.

“I’m just having a little fun” you quip back.

“Fun, hmm?” His eyes narrow dangerously as he glares down at you.

“Yeah, fun” you emphasise.

“With this guy?” Druig cocks his head at the guy behind you, his face blank and devoid of consciousness, a faint gold glow lingering behind his eyes.

You shrug.

Druig chuckles darkly. “Oh sweetheart, I think you need reminding who you belong to."

He doesn’t give you the opportunity to argue as he grabs your arm roughly and drags you out of the crowd, heading towards the bathrooms. He roughly shoves you through the doors. You trip and almost lose your balance, catching yourself on the sink. You look at up in the mirror to see Druig standing behind you, his face a picture of evil.

You spin around to face him and that’s when something in the corner of the room catches your eye. You turn your head slightly to see the man that was grinding on you just moments ago stood slack in the corner, his eyes glassy but focused on you, that light golden glow that mimic Druig’s still lingering.

You look between him and Druig worriedly.

“Druig... what are you doing?” You squeak.

“I told you, I’m reminding you who you belong to” he hums darkly as he walks up to you, pinning your hips against the sink.

His face hovers dangerously close to yours, the hot breath filtering through his flared nostrils fanning over your face. You’re involuntarily leaning back, holding yourself steady on the countertop.

“What about him?” Your eyes dart back to the helpless man.

Druig just smirks again, his bright eyes somehow clouding with a devilish darkness.

“I’m gonna show him who you belong to as well. Show him that you’re mine.” His lips twist into a snarl on the last word.

You swallow nervously, pushing back so far onto the sink counter that you were almost sitting on it.

Without warning Druig’s hand slips under your skirt, straight between your thighs. You can’t help the moan that slips past your lips as his fingers push against your panties, shoving the fabric between your already soaked folds. He dips his head to attach his lips to your neck, biting at the skin sharply. You hiss at the pain.

“Mmm see how wet you are already? And I’ve not even touched you yet” he hums cockily into your neck.

For some reason you decide to push your luck.

“How do you know it’s not from him?” You jerk your head towards where the man stood blank-faced and wide-eyed in the corner.

Druig’s hand freezes, his entire body going rigid, a rage literally simmering off him. He slowly raises his head to meet your gaze. You stare at him defiantly but you can feel your eyes widen in fear as you take in the anger on his face.

“What was that sweetheart?” He says, his voice laced with a venomous condescension, unnervingly calm and controlled.

It was almost sinister.

You gulp, knowing you’d taken it too far now.

Druig brings his hand up from your panties, finding purchase on your jaw. His fingers dig painfully into your jaw as he tilts your head up to look at him. You avert your eyes nervously, afraid to meet his gaze. In your peripheral vision you see him cock his head to the side as he glares at you.

“Well don’t go all shy on me now” he seethes. “What did you say?” He pinches your jaw quickly.

“I- I- said... maybe...” you let out a shuddering breath. “Maybe... I’m wet b- because of h-him” you swallow dryly, your words barely more than a whisper.

Druig leans back, his hand dropping from your face. Your cheeks burn where he’d likely bruised them with his grip.

“Oh yeah? So you want him then, do you? You want him to fuck you?” Druig taunts.

You look back and forth between the man and Druig, your stomach alight with nerves, and not necessarily in the good way.

“Well? Is that what you want? You want this random stranger’s cock instead of mine?” Druig’s anger is coated by a kind of smugness, as if he already knew the answer.

“N-no” you mewl.

“No?” Druig teases. “What do you want then hmm?” He crosses his arms over his chest as his gaze rakes up and down your body lazily.

You reach your arm out forward, trying to grab him, but he dodges your fingers.

“Uh uh,” he tuts, “use your words baby."

A whine leaves your throat as you pout lightly.

“Such a little brat” Druig scoffs to himself. “Tell me what you want, or you won’t be getting anything."

You mewl again.

“Please Druig” you cry, your bottom lip quivering. “I want you, only you. Please” you bow your head and look up at him through batted lashes.

A small smirk appears on his lips, telling you you were heading in the right direction.

“What do you want from me little one?” He pushes.

Another whine passes your lips. The hunger between your thighs overrides all other senses, making you momentarily forget about the other man in the corner.

“I want you to touch me. Please, please” you whisper fervently, the pathetic pout returning to your lips.

His smirk grows into a cocky grin and he hums his satisfaction. He steps forward, his body pushing you against the sink again. He keeps you completely under his control with his gaze, even without using his powers on you. He grabs your hips and lifts you onto the counter, opening up your legs and slotting himself between them.

“You want me to touch you hmm?” His face is back only an inch away from yours. “Like this?” He taunts as one of his hands moves to wrap around your throat, his fingers squeezing lightly.

You whine again, your eyes pleading with him. He sees the silent cry in your eyes and teases you even further.

“What? You want more?” His smile is wicked sharp.

You just about manage to nod as his hand wraps even tighter around your throat. Your mouth hangs open, a choked sound escaping you. He laughs darkly before releasing the pressure, leaning his hand around your neck but letting the oxygen flow through you again.

“Hmm that’s still not quite what you want, is it, little one?” He chuckles. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He whispers.

Your eyes flick back to the other man. Druig lifts a finger off your throat to push at your jaw, forcing your head back to face him.

“Hey, don’t worry about him. You keep your attention on me” he speaks forcefully.

You nod once again.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He repeats, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Lower” is all you can choke out.

His lips curve in amusement as he huffs a small snort. He raises an eyebrow tauntingly as he moves his hand from your neck, his fingers ghosting over your chest. He pushes down your already low-cut shirt, exposing one of your breasts. The shirt you were wearing didn’t work with a bra so he was quick to take advantage. His hand palms your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple causing a shiver to run through your body.

“Here?” He pinches your nipple as he teases you again.

You shake your head, that pout returning to your lips.

“Lower” you mewl again, your hips rutting forward against his, desperate for any kind of friction.

He chuckles that dark laugh of his again. He keeps his eyes on yours as he trails his hand lower down your body. His fingers brush down your side, over the curve of your hips, going over the length of your skirt before he reaches the hem. He skims up your thigh, pushing under your skirt as he goes until his fingers once again find your clothed pussy. He opens his mouth to mimic your gasp as you cry out when his finger push against your clit, the soaked fabric of your panties providing little barrier between you and his fingers.

He rubs your clit through your panties a few times, his eyes never leaving yours. He then shifts to push your panties aside, his fingers teasing your dripping entrance. You moan again, your hips bucking towards his fingers. Your mind goes blank, nothing concerning you other than getting Druig’s fingers inside you. He continues to circle your hole but makes no motion to touch you any further.

Your moans turn into pitiful whines as your eyebrows knit together in a sad, begging expression. He clocks your pathetic face and halts his circling.

“What? That not enough for you?” He mocks.

You groan, pushing your chest forward, your body colliding with his as you attach your lips to his neck, desperately hoping that by paying him some attention he might return the favour.

His other hand quickly comes up to grab you by the back of the neck, yanking you backwards, once again forcing your head up to look at him.

“Oh no that’s not gonna work right now sweetheart. I told you to use your words."

You knew what he was getting at. He wanted to hear you beg, but more specifically, more importantly, he wanted his own name to fall from your lips alongside your begging.

“Druig” you whine. “Druig. Please. Please touch me. Fuck me with your fingers. Please, Druig, please” you almost cry.

“Mmm that’s better."

Your gasp washes over Druig’s face as he pushes two finger inside you at last. Your gasp is garbled and choked though, awkward with the angle at which Druig still held you by the back of your neck. Druig shows now mercy, no slow start, no time to adjust to his fingers stretching you open. He immediately sets a hard and fast pace, his fingers fucking into you mercilessly. Your moans are strangled as Druig keeps your head in place, keeping your eyes on his as he watches you squirm with pleasure as he loses his fingers inside your dripping cunt.

But you can’t help it. Your eyes slip back to the man in the corner. The man that was watching silently as you sat spread eagled on the sink, Druig’s hand lost between your thighs.

Bad move.

Druig’s yanks your hair harshly, your eyes snapping back to his where they’re alight with anger.

“I said, keep your eyes on me” he snarls.

You whimper, blinking away the tears that had sprung to your eyes.

“Yeah that’s it little one, you keep looking at me as I make you cum on my fingers. Make you cum like no one else can” he all but growls.

Something akin to a sob leaves your throat as you start to feel the burn settle in the pit of your stomach. Druig’s brutal pace has pleasure coursing hotly through your body, like a wildfire spreading rapidly across your entire being.

“You think he could make you feel this good with just his hand hmm? You really think anyone can make you feel as good as I can? Or are you just a little slut who likes to tease hmm?” He breathes in your face.

You shake your head limply, tears now starting to fall from your eyes. He barks a harsh laugh.

“Look at you, crying just because of my fingers. I haven’t even got to fucking you yet. Such a pathetic little baby” his voice is sharp and deadly, his words just adding to the pleasure that was blazing through your body.

“I know you’re close” he grunts. “Go on, show this guy what you look like when you cum on my hand” he instructs.

A strangled sob erupts from you as the fire finally explodes in your core, your climax ripping through you. You fight to keep your eyes on Druig’s as you clench around his fingers, your body convulsing as he carries on pumping you through your orgasm. Your body fights to arch forwards, to curl inwards around the pleasure but he keeps you firmly in place, your neck starting to ache where he was tilting it back.

You shudder violently as you slowly come down from your high, Druig's pace declining in speed but not entirely stopping until your orgasm had been coaxed out to its fullest potential.

“There’s a good girl” he praises, but it’s laced with an edge of sarcasm, of mockery.

He pulls his fingers out of you and brings his hand up level with your face, tracing your lips with one of his drenched fingers, leaving a trail of your own slick like lipstick on your mouth. Druig then pushes both of his wet fingers into your mouth, curling over your tongue and nearly hitting the back of your throat. His non-verbal command is evident in his eyes; suck.

You obey swiftly, sucking on his fingers, pulling the taste of yourself into your mouth. His smirk reignites on his face.

“Good girl” he murmurs softly.

Then his eyes darken again as he pulls his fingers out your mouth harshly. He leans his face close to yours again, his nose just about touching yours.

“Now I’m gonna show this man what he can never have. And that’s to have that tight little pussy of yours around this cock. I’m gonna show him that I’m the only one that gets to fuck you."

Another tiny whimper lodges in your throat at the prospect.

Druig pushes your legs open wider on the counter with his knee as his hands begin undoing his belt and jeans. You take the opportunity of your head being released to let your eyes flicker momentarily to the man in the corner again. Luckily Druig was too focused on undoing his trousers to notice your small slip up. Regardless, you feel a small twang of fear spike through you. Were you really about to let yourself be fucked in a public bathroom whilst some stranger watched silently from across the room?

But when you feel the head of Druig’s cock push between your folds you knew the answer. Knew you’d already lost.

Your body reacts instinctively, your back arching, your hips pushing forwards towards his touch. That wicked chuckle of his covers the gasp that escapes you as he pushes inside you, taking no time to sink to the hilt.

One of Druig’s hands then finds its way to your face again, gripping your jaw like a vice. He forces your face back to look at him. His other hand holds your hips steady as he wastes no time in setting a brutal pace thrusting into you. He said he was going to fuck you so that’s exactly what he was doing, his hips colliding with yours with a bruising force. Your moans are again muffled and strangled where his fingers were digging into your cheeks. His grunts were loud and dominating, commanding the attention of the room, only just topping the wet sound of his cock finding home inside you with each sharp snap of his hips.

“Hmm you may act like a little slut but really I’m the only one you’ll let fuck this pretty tight pussy, isn’t that right little one?” He squeezes your cheeks, pursing your lips forcefully.

You nod your head once. “Yes” you mumble.

He leans in close to you, his lips almost brushing yours.

“Yes, what?” He whispers darkly.

“Yes, sir” you breathe through trembling lips.

“Good girl” he brings your lips roughly to his, still holding your jaw in his hand. He kisses you hungrily, his mouth dominating yours. You moan weakly into his mouth when his hand moves from your jaw to grip you neck, holding you in place and squeezing lightly.

Your mouth hangs open limply as your feel your head start to spin. Your mind going light, weightless as that fire began to burn in your stomach once again. But Druig doesn’t care. He continues to make out with your unresponsive lips, licking into your mouth without a care. All he cared about was showing that he owned you, owned every single part of your body; you were his to use as he pleased.

“Such a little whore” he mumbles into your mouth. “Flirting with other men just to get my attention. This is what you really wanted though, isn’t it? For me to fuck you stupid?”

Your answering “yes” is trapped in your throat, kept in place by his hand. He loosens his grip the slightest bit to let some oxygen flow through you again, keeping you on the precipice of a weird kind of high that came from being lightheaded whilst your core was heavy with the pleasure he was fucking into you. You feel a tear slip down your cheek absentmindedly. He barks another derogatory laugh.

“Look at you, so dumb on my cock. Just as dumb as this idiot in the corner who thought he could have you. But he can’t, no one else can. You are mine” he growls, his hips somehow snapping into you even harder.

More tears stream down your face, all the sensations beginning to overwhelm you. Your head was light and spinning, your neck sore from the way Druig was holding it. You could already feel the bruises on your cheeks. He was fucking into you so hard a slight pain settled between your legs, mixing in with the pleasure. You already knew you were gonna struggle walking out of here afterwards. And you knew Druig would love that.

“I’m not sure you even deserve to cum again after your attitude tonight” he grunts harshly.

You mewl and whine pathetically in response, your noise resembling something like a sob.

“Please” you cry.

You push against his hand, your face angling towards his neck. To your surprise he doesn’t stop you. Instead he moves his hand from your throat to settle around the back of your neck, holding you against him. You breath in deeply, letting the oxygen flow back through your body.

“Please sir, please let me cum” your voice is rough and raw from where he’d choked you.

You bury your head in his neck, kissing him desperately, tasting your own tears mixing with the sweat on his skin. You continue to beg and plead with him, murmuring into his skin in between the kisses. He’s still pounding into you harshly even as your body slumps weakly against him, your body already spent despite him not being finished. You weren’t even sure you could handle the incoming climax as it builds to a peak inside you.

“Fuck” he barks harshly as you continue to sob into his neck. “You know I can never say no to you little one."

It’s then that you feel his hand move off your hips as it finds its way between your bodies. His fingers start to circle your clit and your body practically convulses into a fit as your orgasm almost immediately breaks over you.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock little one” he grunts into your ear as his hips and fingers work furiously in unison.

You cry into his neck as your pussy clenches around him, squeezing him tightly as only you could. Tears spill from your eyes and onto his skin as you mewl pathetically, your body spasming with the pleasure as he keeps moving inside you.

“Ah fuck, yes. You always squeeze me so good” he pants as his brutal rhythm finally falters. His hips stutter and finally still as you feel the hot ropes of his release paint the insides of your walls. His fingers dig into the back of your neck roughly as he ruts himself through his own release.

HIs fingers are still working on your clit as he slowly continues to thrust inside you. Your whole body starts to shake as he pushes you beyond the point of pleasure. It’s like your core tightens even further, twisting into a sharp coil as he pushes you over the edge again, another climax searing through you. This time you feel your release leak out of you, spilling onto your thighs and the counter beneath you.

“There’s a good girl” Druig half laughs as he finally slows his pace even more, removing his fingers from your clit.

You slump against his chest, letting him take your entire weight as you both pant heavily. He wraps both his arms around you and rubs your back softly, a sudden tenderness taking over him.

“Shh you’re okay. You did so well. You’re always so good for me” he hums gently into your hair, placing a kiss to your head.

You have only a moment to enjoy this softness before he’s suddenly yanking your hair again, once more tilting your head up to look at him. He looks at you before turning his head to look pointedly at the man still stood against the wall.

“But, if you ever pull that shit again with another man you’ll really be in for punishment. You hear me?"

His face is menacing as he looks back at you.

All you can do is nod meekly.

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harlowsbby · 3 years ago

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Still Yours ( Toxic Jack )

Collab with @jackssneakylinkk I hope y’all love this and I loved working with my friend 🤍😌

It’s been about 3 months since the last time you’ve spoken to Jack. The two of you broke up due to the fact that he was just toxic, you were tired of feeling insecure in your relationship with Jack and tired of being alone.

Jack didn’t take the breakup well seeing as he was calling you non stop when the two of you broke up but eventually he stopped calling and texting when he realized you no longer were going to entertain him.

Druski’s been your best friend since diapers so he invited you over to his new place for a party. Once you arrived to Druski’s place with your friends he immediately grinned seeing you and hugged you.

“What’s up little player? I haven’t seen you in a minute it feels like. How have you been?” Druski asked as he pulled you in for a side hug.

“Well you know I’m here, I guess that’s all that matters.” You while shrugging your shoulders. Druski knew how painful and hard your breakup was with Jack but he decided that tonight he wasn’t going to bother bringing up Jack but he did forget to mention that Jack was inside.

Once you arrived inside you immediately stayed close to your friends Gabbie and Nomi just deciding on hanging with your girls. You really weren’t in the mood to be as social anyways.

“Hey isn’t that Y/N right over there?” Sunni asked Jack and nodded his head to the kitchen you were spotted at, taking shots with your friends.

Jack turned his body towards the kitchen and grinned seeing you in the kitchen. He licked his lips and mentally moaned at how good you looked. You had on some black booty shorts with a black crop top and to watch your black and white dunks. You even had the chain that Jack had gifted you for your birthday on.

“She looks so good I don’t even know how you fucked shit over with her.” Urban said and Sunni and Clay nodded in agreement.

“Said our relationship was toxic and draining and in a way I guess it was but she knows she belongs to me and that she’s still my girl.” Jack said matter-of-factly. That’s the thing Jack didn’t realize though, you weren’t his girl and had no intentions on becoming his girl again but he thought differently.

“I’m gonna go talk to her and see what’s up with her.” Jack told the guys they nodded and that’s when Gabbie noticed Jack walking your way.

“Don’t be scared but here comes el Diablo.” Gabbie said and your eyes rolled knowing exactly who it was.

“What’s up Gabbie, Nomi and Y/N.. I was actually going to see if I can talk with you real quick Y/N? Outside or something.” Jack said with his hands deep in the pockets of his sweats, he rocked on the heels of his shoes waiting for your answer.

“We have nothing to talk about Jack, please just leave me alone.” You told him he sighed and grabbed your hand softly making you stiff under his touch.

“Please baby, I really need to talk to you.” He begged and before the way he begged and pleaded with you would make you putty in his hands but you knew better now.

From my peripheral vision I can see the silhouette of someone walking up to me and Jack, as they gets closer I get a better view of the person who happens to be Druski “is everything good?” He questions looking at both of us with a red solo cup in hand and I don't take my eyes off of jack.

“Yeah” I tug my hand out of Jack's grasp, feeling my body relax a little as I release myself from his touch. My gaze turns to meet Druski’s before I turn to walk away“ I’ll see you around dru”

I look over to find Gabbie and Nomi who are only about 9 feet away with their eyes already set on me making sure I was okay in Jack’s presence. I sit on the bar stool next to Gabbie and they look at eachother and back down at me “what did he say?” Nomi breaks the ice.

“Nothing, I didn’t let him talk... Can we just enjoy the night, it’s been a good minute since I’ve seen druski” they all agree and we grab drinks before going to look for druski somewhere around the house.

The night takes a turn and I actually start to enjoy it, catching up with druski and other mutual friends that I haven’t seen in a while. It also helps that Druski doesn’t fail to make us laugh.

The time passes by so fast when you’re enjoying the moment so by the time I look at my phone it’s close to 3 am and decide to call it a night saying bye to the people around me.

“It’s really been a minute since I last saw you. The last time I saw your crazy ass you were dat-“ I give him a look before I cut him off.

“Now dru, You better be choosing those words wisely”I take a sip of my drink and everyone around laughs.

“Alright now calm down, I’m glad to see you’re doing good. You better be around more often” I hug him.

“I will”

You walk out with both Gabbie and Nomi debating who’s driving back and you make it clear that it’s not gonna be you so walking ahead you sit in the passenger's side waiting on them to get in but Jack had other plans.

“Gabbie, Nomi,..” he called out to them, making them stop in their tracks and you sit in the car distracted by your phone unaware of what’s going on outside of the vehicle.

“You guys have to give me a moment with her” he gives a look of desperation making them give in.

“You get 2 minutes” nomi responds before Gabbie can get a word out.

Jack races over to the car opening the driver side door and you being distracted on your phone you don’t look up assuming it's either Gabbie or Nomi.

“On the way back can we stop at- what are you doing here?” You're taken back by seeing Jack sitting in the driver's seat where one of your friends we’re supposed to be seated.

“Baby, I just need a minute” he reaches to hold my hand but I pull it away out of his reach.

“Don’t call me baby, Jack, it’s been 3 months. There’s nothing to talk about” I look outside the window ignoring his presence.

“Please baby, you know I didn’t mean any of that shit” Jack grabbed onto your thigh softly giving it a squeeze, his hands trailing upwards towards your core making you shut your legs tightly making him smirk.

"See you really wanna forgive me ma stop acting all tough and shit." Jack told you before you scoffed pushing yourself up against the car door.

"I'm done with you Jack. I don't see things getting better between the two of us. Its over, it’s been over.” You went to reach for the car door but Jack was quicker than you. He reached over you and slammed the door before grabbing your face softly but he still had a firm hold on it.

"Who gon' leave who?" His baby blue eyes looking at you intensely which scared you.

“Get the hell off me Jack what’s your fucking issue we are no longer together nor will we ever be together.” You spat at him and Gabbie quickly opened the door making you finally relax knowing she was here.

“It’s time for you to go Jack and to never come back or bother Y/N again.” She threatened and Jack rolled his eyes before looking back at you one more time before getting out of the car and leaving.

“You okay babe? I’m sorry we shouldn’t have let him talk us into coming in here.” Nomi said and you shrugged your shoulders and hugged yourself.

“It’s okay guys let’s just not talk about it I just wanna go home.” You whispered and they nodded before pulling out of Druski’s driveway.

Once home you showered and got changed before going to bed you checked your phone and looked at your phone in confusion seeing a message from an unknown number.

“I meant what I said Y/N you’re not leaving me.” Your eyes winded not believing he was this insane. You quickly blocked the number and tried your best to sleep that night but it was hard you had a feeling someone was watching you.

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tuiyla · 2 years ago

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Hi! No pressure of course but is there any chance you could share some thoughts on 5.07 specifically? It’s considered a high point I think, and it’s obv a crucial one for Spike’s ch and his relationship with Buffy.

I'm determined not to let this one sit for months on end uwu

So, Fool For Love, great episode! Even just aesthetically it's very well put together and I really enjoyed how it rhymed with Angel 2.07. I feel like the watching order didn't matter though I did watch ATS and therefore Angel's POV first. It was about time we got some Spike flashbacks and I have to say they delivered. The Angel-related ones as well but the second Slayer subway sequence was just something else. Not that this was the first episode to do so but 5.07 really proved just how far BtVS has come and what they can do in just 45 minutes of television. Also, unrelated to other flashback thoughts but when they cut to 1998 with Spike and Dru I was trying to place it in my head and at first I was like "okay so like 20 years before Buffy." Lmaooo joke's on me for often forgetting how old BtVS is as a series. I feel at liberty to call it old as a fellow 1997 baby.

I thought the premise of getting Buffy and Spike to talk about Slayers and fighting and death was a little forced, Buffy getting injured all of a sudden and all. But it doesn't take away from how good what follows is and I'm glad the show returned to what was used to introduce Spike, the fact that his two Slayer kills are what really give him his reputation. And if anything, Fool For Love is just the hammering home of Spike's "violence and sex are the same" thesis. I know that's a theme throughout the show because duh, vampires and their metaphors and what with all the slaying, but Spike as a character really embodies it. And there are many interesting implications to consider about him willingly chasing Slayers, the people most likely to kill him. There's really a lot to say about his hedonsitic tendencies and this embodiement but I don't think I could add anything that people smarter than me haven't already offered all thoughts on haha.

I also appreciated that Spike was once again established as an unreliable narrator, one who boasts and and all but who has an emotional truth to speak of. His origin story of when he was still human checks out with everything he does as a vampire and I'm curious where the series will go with him. Because he is a soulless vampire and I'm sure there will be many an exploration of that and what it means for the concept of love, but at this point in the lore it's also been made pretty clear that one's human self influences their vampire one. And William was kind of... all about love? As a true romantic Victorian poet. And, particularly if we consider love(/sex) and violence the same, Spike's all about that too. So you know, I buy that he really does love Buffy. I think it started as lust and as obsession, but at this point in the story it is love. I was afraid the episode would end with Buffy pissing him off and several episodes would be about Spike acting all scorned and spiteful so the ending scene was a nice subversion. It made Spike's genuine affection all the more clear, because he is still a petty spiteful vampire who doesn't take rejection well but he also saw that Buffy was hurting and demonstrated that he has empathy. It's strange, sure, but I'm kinda digging the way the show is portraying it.

I wasn't sure how I'd feel about Spike and, inevitably, Spuffy, but now that I'm well into season 5 I have to say that I get it. And this is more in general rather than specific to the episode, but I think I get it. I proceeded with caution because fandom hype can be so misleading and I'm extra cautious of once bad boys for whom fandoms have soft spots. Very often I don't feel like the characters deserve it beyond being played by attractive white men. But from the start Marsters' performance as Spike has been unabashedly delightful and particularly from season 4 on it's been so easy to want to root for him. I won't yet say either way in terms of Spuffy because I don't yet know where I'll fall with them, but... I get it. Yeah, I can totally see why people would dig this. I have to say, some of Spike's pitiful attempts at just being in Buffy's presence rang all too true to me. Granted I'm not a soulless vampire, just a useless lesbian, but still.

What else to say specifically about the ep, hmm. Honestly not a lot, just that it was good. I know that might not sound like I'm appreciating the quality of eps like this appropriately but that's just because I'm speeding through episodes and processing everything at once. I do think Buffy s5 and Angel s2 are really really solid seasons of television with some truly exceptional episodes, 5.07 among them. The interplay of the flashbacks and Spuffy in the present and the line blurring and disappearing by the end are chef's kiss. I'll have to see Their Story unfold fully before passing verdict on the fight scene but yeah, it's great TV. And dare I say, Buffy was showing signs of being attracted to Spike herself just not realizing it yet. That's the vibe anyway, just like it took Spike a while to have that 'oh' moment. We've all been there.

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lonelydarlings · 3 years ago

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I'll Be Seeing You pt. 2

Druig x Eternal!Reader

Inspired by “I’ll be Seeing You” by Billie Holiday.

After 2000 years, Druig thinks the spark of love between you two is gone. He’s surprised that when he sees you to find out he’s dead wrong.

Like Sprite, Reader also is a storyteller but she has the gift of music. Her songs are what brings music to the world and Druig loves that shit.

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Okay folks, this one got away from me just a little but I hope you all enjoy it! I honestly have no idea where this is going AHHH. Also sorry if the timeline is all goofy ive only seen Eternals 30 a few times and im still trying to piece it all together

Tags: soft!druig, sersi x ikarus, mentions of a wedding, fluffy ending

Part One Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine

“That was a beautiful song tonight, Y/N. Truly moving.” Kingo said as you and your fellow Eternals made your way back to the Domo.

“Thank you, Kingo.” You smiled up at him as you made your way to your central gathering place.

“Arishem would be so proud of the beautiful music you’re bringing to this world.” Ajak mused, placing a motherly hand on your cheek. You blushed thanking her with a small smile.

“Yes, Y/N. It’s truly wonderful what you do. You could put Sprite to shame with your voice.” Gillgamesh teased, poking the girl in the side as he crossed the room.

“Not funny, Gil.” The redhead said, crossing her arms.

“I agree, not funny. Sprite’s gifts are amazing, and they bring joy. She tells our stories and brings hope to the future of these people. Even if she does stretch the truth just a little bit.” You smiled, throwing your arm around Sprite’s shoulder, giving her a small squeeze. You knew it was hard on her. Everyone always treated her like a child even though she was so much more than that.

“At least someone has my back. What do you think, Ikarus?” The girl asked, trying to hide the giddiness in her voice.

“I… well, I think your powers are equally special. You’re both telling your own stories in a way. Maybe you two should team up one night. Give us a real show.” Ikarus said, taking his place by Sersi’s side.

“That’s actually a lovely idea. Sprite, would you like to do that one day?” You asked.

“Sure. That probably wouldn’t be too awful.” She giggled playfully and squeezed your hand.

“Fair enough,” you laughed, making your way across the room.

“Sorry I missed the show tonight. Must have been a good one from these glowing reviews.” Phastos said, eyes and hands busy at work on his next invention.

“You should be, it was beautiful.” You heard a voice come from behind you. Turning around, you spotted Druig and Makkari standing in the doorway of the lab. You hadn’t heard the duo slip in. You blushed again, turning around to make yourself busy with a random piece of metal on the table.

“I’m truly impressed with this one, Y/N. I believe it might be my new favorite.” Druig said, taking a seat beside you. In all these years, he never really commented on your songs so this took you a bit by surprise.

“Thanks, Dru.” You said softly.

“Anytime, my love.” He said, a cocky grin breaking across his face.

“Uh, did we miss something?” Phastos asked, giving you two an incredulous look.

“Oh, you mean their little “I like you but won’t say it” dance? No.” Kingo said, using air quotes around the statement. A blush rose to Druig’s face now, causing yours to deepen even more.

“Leave them alone, Kingo.” Thena said, knocking him in the back of the head as she passed by.

“Ow, Thena. Rude.” Kingo said, pulling a face.

“Don’t be a baby.” Makkari signed, a smile plastered on her face as she came to stand beside you. “Don’t listen to Kingo, you know how he is.” She signed, smiling.

“Alright everyone, settle down. I have news from Arishem.” Ajak said, taking her place in the middle of the room. Phastos quickly finished his project and gave the older woman the floor. “We’ve been asked to relocate. Babylon is free of Deviants and has become the largest and safest city on the planet. Our work here is done. We’ve been tasked to reposition ourselves to the Gupta Empire. Their people need our help in continuing their growth. We will leave at first light. Phastos, prepare the Domo for the trip please.”

“You know I will.” Phastos said, clapping his hands together.

Your leader took turns reminding everyone of their duties and instructed all on expectation for the next part of the journey.

“Does anyone have anything else to say before we end our meeting?” Ajak asked, gesturing in your and Druigs’ direction.

“Actually, I have something.” Sersi spoke up, taking Ikarus by the hand.

You thought your heart would beat out of your chest. You cast a look at Druig who shot a wink in your direction. What was that about?

“Yes, Sersi?” Ajak motioned for the raven-haired woman to take the floor. Each pair of eyes in the room watched as the two lovers moved into the center of the room.

“Ikarus and I have decided to get married. We want to have the ceremony as soon as possible.” Sersi smiled as Ikarus wrapped his arms around her.

Squeals of joy and congratulations erupted from every corner of the room. You made your way from your spot beside Druig and over to your friend. You were so happy that Sersi had found someone who she could see spending the rest of her days with. Ikarus was a perfect fit and you couldn’t be happier for the both of them. You wrapped the taller woman in a tight hug.

“Congratulations, boss.” Kingo said, clapping his hand on Ikarus’ shoulder, pulling him in for a quick embrace.

“Yeah, congrats.” Sprite said, trying to mask the sour look coming onto her face.

“I’m so happy for the both of you!” You said, happy tears welling in your eyes. “You truly are the perfect fit for one another.

“Yes, these two are truly two halves of one whole.” Ajak said, taking Ikarus and Sersi’s hands in both of hers. “There will be a wonderous wedding, as soon as we are settled in. I’m sure our new friends will be more than happy to accommodate.”

“Yeah, and if not Druig can always make them.” Gillgamesh joked, bringing laughter throughout the room.

“Yeah, sure.” Druig said, his tone even. Turning back, you could see he wanted to say more but chose not to. Something was bubbling up behind those steel blue eyes. You made a mental note to ask him about it later. Right now wasn’t the time, it was Sersi and Ikarus’ spotlight and you couldn’t take away from that. The night commenced on in celebration. Drinks and toasts were had and made on into the evening. Eventually, Ajak took her place in the middle again.

“My Eternals, as fun as this has been, we all need rest. Let us make our way to our own rooms. We have all the time in the world to celebrate. Goodnight to you all. I expect to see you early in the morning.” Everyone said their final goodbyes for the evening, slowly trickling behind Ajak and into their own rooms.

“Goodnight, everyone. Sersi,” You paused as you passed your friend, “I really am so proud for you both.” You said, giving your friend another tight squeeze. “And Ikarus,” you paused, laying your hand on the man’s arm. He turned to look at you, a knowing smile pressed onto his face. “I know I’m not the fighting type but if you hurt her, I’ll absolutely and totally end your existence. Don’t forget it.” You punctuated your statement with a poke to his chest as you both laughed.

“I would never do that, Y/N.” he smiled, laying his hand on top of yours.

“You better not or you’ll get this!” You mimicked punches to his stomach and face playfully.

“Yeah, sure.” He said, rolling his eyes with another laugh and Sersi lightly slapped his chest with a grin.

“You won’t have to, Y/N/N. If he does, I’ll do it myself.” Another laugh came from the three of you. You truly were so happy to see this union. You knew they needed each other.

“Goodnight, my dears.” you gestured to the remaining few.

Echoes of goodnights followed you out the door. As you were rounding the corner, a hand fell on your wrist.

“Y/N, wait.” Sersi was behind you, her thin frame leaning into the arched doorway.

“Yes, my blushing bride?” You two giggled like young girls.

“I was wondering, would you sing at our wedding? It wouldn’t be right if you didn’t. Maybe something not as sad as the one tonight?” She said, laughing a little bit.

“Of course, I will!” You smiled brightly. “I promise, it’ll be a song of love. True love.” You said, squeezing her hand. You turned to walk away but she stopped you again.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” you asked, a curious smile across your face.

“What’s up with you and Druig? I mean I know you two flirt but tonight seemed different. Did something happen?” She asked, an air of excitement around her.

“I mean, we were talking before I sang but there’s nothing different about that. Why, do you know something I don’t?” you asked, and incredulous smile playing on your lips.

“Well, that’s the thing. The song was about seeing a lover again someday. Did one of you finally confess?” She asked, voice lowered.

Of course she would ask that. Sersi knew all your secrets, even the ones you so desperately tried to hide from everyone including yourself. She had known from the very beginning that something special was blooming between you and Druig and many times had encouraged you to move into unknown territory with the quiet man. She was your closest confidant, your safe place to confess all.

“No, Sersi. Nothing happened. I don’t know where the songs come from, you know that. They just happen. It wasn’t any sort of message to him. That’s just not how my power works.” That was a lie and you knew it. So did Sersi but she let it slide. She knew that you would be true to both her and you in your own time.

“Okay. If anything does change, you know you can tell me.” The woman took your hand in hers and squeezed.

“Thank you.” You squeezed back. “Now, I really have to go to bed. We’ve had quite the eventful evening after all.” You let her hand go and slowly turned, giving her one last wave.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” She called after you.

“Goodnight!”

You made your way to your sleeping quarters, still running over the question Sersi had asked you earlier. Druig never had commented on your music, that was true. His words still rang in your ears like a sweet symphony. Stepping into the soft lighting of the room, you closed the door behind you and made your way to your bed, shedding your armor as you went. Folding it and placing it on your table, you pulled your sleeping tunic over your head. Tonight had been exciting indeed. A wedding, a new adventure, a compliment from the man who made you week at the knees. There was no way you would be able to sleep. You decided to put on some music. Phastos had made you something special for nights like this. He had called it a gramophone. It was a device that would be considered top of the line centuries from now and with his help he had even shown you how to put your music onto it. He said he had bigger plans for it but for now you could test it out and give him pointers on how to improve it down the line. Any human to see it now would surely think it was some devious device, so it was a secret to you and your fellow Eternals. You had cried when Phastos had presented it to you, pulling him into a rib crushing hug. Crossing to the shelf on the far side of the room, you picked up a wax roll and placed it onto the needle. Soft crackles filled the air as a slow song began to bubble from the device. You danced slowly around the room, musing about your evening. Your body began to glow as the music took you over, your powers sinking into the small area. You were lost in your own world when a small knock came at your door, breaking you from your revere. Crossing to the door, the knock came again. Suspecting it was Kingo telling you to turn it down, you were surprised when you opened the door to see two blue eyes staring back at you.

“Druig, um, hi. I’m sorry, was I being too loud? I can turn it off, I just couldn’t sleep.” You were blushing again, realizing he had also changed into comfier clothes, his large biceps on full display without his bulky armor.

“No, m’lady. I just heard the music and thought I would say hi since you were awake.” The man grinned at you from his place in the doorway.

“Oh,” you smiled,” Would you like to come in? I’m testing out the gramophone. Would you like to have a listen with me?” You gestured to the side and Druig followed your direction, pausing to let his eyes linger on you for a beat too long.

Gods, help me. If I was capable of heart failure I would probably die right now.

Druig walked casually into the room, his hands placed behind his back. You closed the door slowly, turning to rest your back against it. He had never come to you in the night, much less been inside of your room. Druig made a slow turn, surveying the room with inquisitive eyes. Finally landing his gaze upon you, he stepped in your direction.

“Is this your music?” He asked, slowly closing the space between you.

“Yes,” you breathed, “Phastos helped me put it on wax cylinders. That way I can practice my powers even when I’m alone.”

Druig came to a stop mere feet from you, surveying your form slowly.

“I wasn’t lying earlier, that song tonight was beautiful. You, your powers, all of it. Absolutely stunning.” Druig paused, licking his lips. He took another step closer, waiting for you to stop him. Slowly, he brought a hand from behind his back

“Darling,” his accent thick and present, “you wouldn’t mind sharing a dance with me, would you?” his hand extending toward you.

“A dance?” you asked, voice shaking slightly. “Sure.” You took his hand.

He pulled you into the middle of the room, placing a hand on your hip. You rested your other hand on his shoulder and closed the rest of the distance between the two of you. You began to sway to the beat, smiling when he would do a little spin every now and then. You couldn’t get over how beautiful he was this close up. His blue eyes pierced into your own y/e/c ones, the soft lighting of the room dancing across his face.

“Would you sing for me, my moon, just a little bit?” he asked, eyes glancing down to your lips for a beat. My moon. That was new.

“For you, Druig, I would do anything.” You smiled again as you let your powers fill you up. The same song from earlier in the night began to drift softly from your lips. Druig drew you closer, laying your head on his chest. He hummed along with you, seeming to have memorized every bit of the earlier performance. When you finally sang the last few words, you looked up at him again.

“How was that?” you asked, a flirtatious grin on your face.

“Wonderous.” He said cupping your cheek. Thinking the moment would end, you were taken over when he pulled you closer, planting a kiss on your lips. You melted into him, letting the sensation of the closeness engulf you. His lips were soft and plush against your own, moving in perfect sync. Was this what you had been waiting so long for? Why had he not acted sooner? What was changing? When he pulled away, you almost whined at the loss of his touch. Looking into his eyes, you smiled brightly.

“What was that?” you asked, placing your hands on his chest.

“That was, well. That was something I should have done 300 years ago.” He connected his forehead to your own, inhaling deeply the scent of you.

“All this time, why didn’t you ever say anything? And why now?” You asked, looking up at the taller man.

“I don’t know and I’m sorry I’ve waited this long. I do know that my feelings are true though. I like you very much.” He said, a true smile spreading across his pale face.

“I like you very much too, Dru.” You giggled back.

“So, what does this mean for us then, eh?” He asked, leaning back so he could see you properly.

“Well,” you paused, a faux look of deep contemplation on your face. “We could keep this a secret and continue our “little dance” as Kingo put it. Or,” you paused again, wrapping your arms around his neck. “We could finally tell everyone we came clean.” Druig laughed at that.

“For some reason I feel like you want to keep this a secret. Why, you ashamed of me?” Druig pulled a face of fake hurt, only to laugh when you slapped his chest playfully.

“No, Druig. I would never be ashmed of you. I just think right now with the wedding coming up and our move to a new place, maybe we need to just keep it between us. Besides, it’s kind of fun that you snuck into my room in the dead of night.” You pulled him into another kiss, this one more passionate than the other. Druig smiled into you, holding you tight to him.

“Whatever you want, my beautiful, beautiful Y/N.”

This was not what Druig wanted, no. He wanted to be loud and proud that he could finally call you his girl. He had wanted it for so long, why should he have to wait. He knew you were right though. After the wedding and everyone was settled in. Then, he could make his true feelings known. Sersi and Ikarus weren’t the only ones in love. He hoped the next wedding would include you as the bride

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