murder-scene-queen

[zombie-bait]

not sure if this has been done yet but it's all I could think while watching season 2. Brimby really going through it (insert that shot of him covering his face with his shaky hands)

[goquokka00]

Hellooooo! Can I request bangchan x innocent!reader? Kind of like corruption kink, also, reader is a virgin. And can you pls pls pls add some overstimulation plss? Sending love 🩷🩷

Oh, definitely!!! Took me a bit to get actual good ideas and decide the flow and all that, but I think this one turned out really well. Hope it's what you were picturing 💗💗💗

Corruption

Summary: Chan was always aware of how innocent his step sister was. He was also aware of how good of a student she was, too. It always managed to feed into his imagination, and it didn't help that you were his ideal type. So imagine his surprise when he found the perfect blackmail to get his precious little sister to do whatever he wanted.

Pairing: Step Bro! Bangchan X Step Sis! Reader (F!)

Genre: Smut (MDNI!)

Warnings: Stepcest, Chan is manipulative, Reader is gullible, a little bit of bullying kinda? but they're step siblings so they're gonna pick on each other anyway, mentions of masturbation, nipple play, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, dirty talk, p in v sex, unprotected penetrative sex (please wrap it before you tap it everyone), squirting, overstimulation, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 5.3K

The first time Chan had ever met you was when his mom decided to have you and your dad over for dinner. At that point in time, your parents had been together for about a year and had finally deemed that it was time for you both to meet.

Now, Chan had been fully aware that his mom's boyfriend had a daughter. He knew that you were extremely kind and sweet, as his mom put it, and that you were a very good student. He had also found out that you were younger than him by about 6 years.

He was NOT warned about how beautiful you were. The second you had walked into his home, your crop top and very short shorts hugging your body in all of the right places, a sweatshirt tied around your waist as you took off your sandals and straightened your bangs out and tightened your ponytail...he already knew he was fucked.

You were the definition of his ideal type. A perky chest, curves, thick thighs...someone who was extremely kind and considerate, and wanted nothing more than to just help out where they could...god, you were perfect.

That night, during dinner, you paid attention to every detail him or his mom had said. What his interests were, what his mom liked in children, rules that they had in the household, and so much more. You took all of that information in and remembered it. Every question you were asked was answered with such...perfect answers.

How were your grades? All A's, with a few B's, but nothing too extreme.

What were you majoring in? No clue, you were just focusing on generals at a local community college until you figured out the career path you wanted to take.

What were some of your favorite hobbies? Writing, reading, drawing, sometimes even going on walks or going to the library to study on fascinating topics.

What chores did you usually do? Anything that had to be done, but you weren't a fan of doing the dishes because of the small bits of food that would touch your hand and scare the crap out of you.

You were like an angel from heaven. Even after dinner, when Chan and his mom were cleaning up, you offered to help dry dishes and tidy up a bit. It was unbelievable.

You were unbelievable.

Eventually, over the years, Chan got to know you better. And he got to understand that you were, in fact, innocent. You didn't know anything about sex, you didn't cuss, you went to church with your dad every Sunday at 9am, you've never done drugs or drank alcohol, and you had beliefs that prevented you from doing any wrong.

Upon finding this out, Chan realized something that stirred within him. He wanted to taint you. He wanted to corrupt you, make you the farthest thing from innocent. He fantasized about it, thinking up ideas on how he'd be able to get you to succumb to him. But he never acted on it.

But that feeling lingered. And it only got worse when your dad and his mom got married, which resulted in him and his mom moving in with you and your dad. Your house was bigger, anyway. It could easily fit the two of them.

But God, those feelings of wanting to corrupt you got so much worse. He was around you so much more often, seeing you do tasks so...seductively. And you weren't even trying to.

One time, the remote to the TV fell underneath the couch while you and him were watching an anime series. You had instantly got to the ground, got on all fours, and reached underneath the couch to grab the remote. And in the process, Chan got a whole view of your ass. Your perfect ass in those gym shorts, your pussy outlined just enough to give him ideas.

There was another time you had been doing laundry, and was just switching the loads around. Chan just happened to walk by when he saw you bent over in an oversized t-shirt, the only thing covering your cunt being your panties as you swapped loads.

What Chan wouldn't do to give you his.

It got to the point where Chan couldn't help but steal your panties when it was his turn to do the laundry and jerk off with it. It felt like the only way he'd ever get to even have you. Breathing in what your pussy could smell like, maybe even putting your panties in his mouth to try and get a taste...

It was getting bad. Chan knew he'd have to do something at this point. He had to get you, he had to have you. But how? You were perfect, you did no wrong. And you would NEVER just...do it because he wanted it.

Well, luckily for Chan, an opportunity presented itself.

See, you were in college. Both of you were, which was why both of you still lived at home. Better than the dorms, much better.

Because you were in college, you had to take a very important test for your major, known as the Literary Composition Exam, or the LCE. You had spent weeks studying for this test. You'd spend hours locked up in your room, going over every little bit of material that was available to you, doing whatever it took to make absolute certain that you passed.

Except...you didn't.

For whatever reason, when you went to take the exam, the material wasn't the same as the stuff you had studied. And so, while some of it was the same, you did your best to answer everything correctly.

But when you received the test today, you had seen that you had failed it. Miserably. Your heart sank, even as you took it out of your backpack once you got home. How were you supposed to tell your parents? You...you couldn't. You refused to share that with them.

You gently placed the test face down on your desk, putting a few papers over it before going to the bathroom. Maybe...maybe a warm shower would help melt that stress away.

But as you were taking a shower, Chan had gone into your room. It was his turn to do the laundry this week and was going and collecting all of the dirty clothing from each room. Your room was the last Chan had to go to, and then he could get all of the loads started.

But as he went to your closet, he noticed a paper underneath some others. It looked like all marked up, and he couldn't help but be curious. Weren't you supposed to get your results back for your LCE today?

Chan took that moment, reaching for the paper and sliding it out from under the others. Instantly, his eyes widened. This...this was your test. This was the test that you had spent weeks studying for, and you...you failed it. Chan couldn't believe his eyes as he grazed over all of the pen marks.

You, the perfect, most innocent daughter in your parents' eyes, had failed one of the most important tests that you'd ever have to take in your college career.

It was remarkable. Chan couldn't take his eyes off of it, looking at each question you had gotten wrong. There were so many...you usually aced every test that you ever took...EVER. Seeing how much you had gotten wrong was just insane.

And that...was when you walked back into your room.

You had changed into a sweatshirt and some gym shorts, your hair dried and in a ponytail. You had your dirty clothes in your hands, and had just wanted to lay down. But instead, you were met with the sight of Chan in your room, your failed LCE in his hands. Immediately, your heart dropped.

"Chan, what are you doing in my room?!" You were frantic, throwing your clothes to the side as you tried to reach for your test. But just before you could reach it, Chan held it out of your reach, raising a brow.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I just wanted to look your test over. It's pretty interesting." Chan spoke. He went back to it, flipping through the endless pages. "It's not every day I get to see that you managed to fail anything, let alone one of the most important tests in your entire college career."

"Chan!"

"What, I'm just saying." Chan shrugged, continuing to keep your test away from you. You weren't amused, going to him and reaching for it, practically climbing onto his body to try and get the test from him.

"This isn't funny, give that test back!"

"No way, this is legendary."

"Chan, seriously!"

"I'm being serious! I already said I want to look at it, why are you so desperate to get...it...back...oh my god." Suddenly, Chan realized something. It was why you were so desperate to get that test back. "You haven't told mom and dad yet."

"No, and I really don't want to." God, just the idea of your parents finding out that you had completely bombed the single most important test in your entire college career made you sick to your stomach. But Chan? Oh, this gave him leverage. Something to hang over your head, to potentially use against you.

It couldn't be more perfect.

"You're not going to tell them? Really?" Chan raised a brow, looking back to the test. It was only for a moment, before he looked back at you, a smirk on his face. "Then I guess I'll have to break the news to them-"

"NO!" It was one thing for you to have to tell your parents, but if Chan told them first...? Oh, it'd be hell on earth.

"Well, they can't not know, Y/n."

"Yes, they can! There's a retake next month, and I'll be extra sure to pass this time, just...they can't know!"

"I don't know...keeping things from our parents is so...wrong, don't you think?" Chan then turned, starting to go towards the door. "I'm going to go and show them this. Keeping secrets is bad."

"Chan, please no!" Like that, you were wrapping your arms around his torso, holding him there in an attempt to keep him from leaving your room. He couldn't leave, or he'd tell. "Please...I-I'll do anything."

Oh, you shouldn't have said that. You really shouldn't have said that.

Chan slowly turned, not believing his ears. For a moment, his dick twitched, slowly starting to betray him as he looked at you, your eyes shining and begging him to stay and not go. To not tell your parents. Was this finally it? Was he getting the chance he had craved for so long?

"...anything?"

"Anything." You confirmed it, right then and there. You were really willing to do anything in order to keep Chan from blabbing to your parents. This was it. This was finally what Chan had craved for forever.

And he couldn't wait.

"Well then, I guess we can figure something out, can't we?" Chan said, handing you your test. You quickly took it back, moving to hide it once more. And you were going to hide it even better than you had. "I'll keep my mouth shut up until you've retaken the test and pass. But you have to do something for me, too."

"Okay, and that is...?" You asked, turning around. You weren't sure what Chan had up his sleeve, but you had said you'd do anything to keep the horrible grades a secret. You always kept your promises too, which Chan was very aware of. And so, he'd have to be careful about how he went about this.

"See, I was asked by a friend to do some research on how to best please a girl." God, he sounded so stupid. He sounded completely and utterly stupid. "And while porn exists and yada yada yada, I want to make sure that all of the techniques actually work. And since you said you'd do anything to keep this whole test thing a secret, I was thinking you could help me out. A favor for a favor."

Please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please-

"Um, well I guess when you put it that way...I wouldn't mind, I suppose..." You bought it. Holy fucking shit, you bought it. Chan couldn't even believe his ears. "But I've never really...done anything like it before, so I don't have a preference."

"Oh, well...that's okay. I was thinking that maybe we could give some stuff a shot. Y'know, field test a bit." Keep squeezing the orange, Chan. He was so close; he was practically salivating at this point. "Obviously if you get uncomfortable, we can stop, but I just really want to help out my friend, you know? And you would really help me out in return."

Well, if that was the case, then you could understand why Chan wanted your help so bad. You were like a fly caught in his web at this point. He was simply asking for your help, and you trusted him.

"I mean, if it'll help out, then I guess I don't see the problem in it." Bingo. Chan couldn't believe that had actually worked. He thought you would've called him gross, that step siblings shouldn't do that kind of stuff. Part of him wanted to question you, figure out if you were serious or not. But it was only a small one.

He worked hard for this. He wasn't just about to give it up.

"Alright, then do you think you could clear up some time tonight? That way we can have plenty of time." Reality? Your parents were both leaving to be out of town around 5pm. They wouldn't be back until a few days later.

"Oh, yeah. That makes sense." God, just how gullible were you? Gullible enough to make Chan's cock throb, it seemed.

All he had to do was wait.

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It took about 3 whole hours for your parents to actually leave. And while they only left thirty minutes behind schedule, it felt like hell on earth for Chan. He wanted nothing more than to get into your panties, play with you for hours and make you writhe and squirm and cry.

Chan wanted to make absolutely certain that they wouldn't be in the house, though. If your parents found out about this, he'd be in a whole world of trouble. Both of you would be.

And so, he waited a whole extra hour, watching the Life360 that your parents had forced you both onto, making sure they were far enough away to where he knew they weren't going to turn around. And once he was sure, he walked to your room and knocked on the door, stepping inside.

"Hey, you got some free time?" Chan walked inside, seeing you laying on your bed. You were only in an oversized shirt, thigh high socks, and panties, scrolling through your phone. God, just the outline of your cunt got Chan riled all over again.

"Yeah, what's up?" You asked, turning. You were so adorable, it hurt. Chan stepped inside more, gently shutting the door before walking over to you, before sitting on your bed.

"I was wondering if we could start trying stuff out. Figure out what pleases you best." Chan said, watching your face light up as you remembered what he was talking about.

"Oh, okay. Sure." You said, moving to sit up. Chan smiled, moving a bit so you'd have some room. "What exactly are we starting with?"

"Well, I wanted to start with playing around with your breasts a bit. I've heard that feels nice." Chan said, his hands fidgeting with themselves. They wanted to be on your body so badly. Finally touch something that was so pure.

"Okay." The second you gave him permission, Chan's hands were on you. He started by cupping the flesh through the shirt, gently massaging them as he watched you closely. Your breathing had hitched, your eyes watching what he was doing. But it was when he looked back down that his blood ran down to his cock.

"You...you aren't wearing a bra...?" Chan couldn't believe his eyes. Your nipples were perked, practically poking themselves through the shirt you had on.

"Well, yeah. Bras aren't that comfortable, so..." You just shrugged, before gasping as Chan brushed over them. He moved his thumbs back and forth against them, moving to pinch them gently. That got a whine out of you, and it was such a beautiful sound.

"Jesus...that feels nice?" Chan asked, watching you nod. That was good, and to him, an indication to go further. He carefully moved your shirt up, taking it off to see your bare chest in all of it's glory.

It was gorgeous. Nipples perky and stiff, your flesh round and supple. It was everything Chan could've wanted plus more. And when he touched your skin, it was so soft... it was soft and delicate and so perfect.

Every time his fingers flicked, pinched or messed with your nipples, you'd whine and squirm a bit, the sight always going straight to his dick. He was so hard, he wanted nothing more than to just flip you over and fuck you right then and there. But he wanted to take his time, too.

And that's what he did.

He moved his head down, eventually taking one of your breasts into his mouth, using his tongue to flick against your nipple and sucking on your skin. The feeling of it caused you to moan, arching your back into him more.

"Ch-Chan..." Oh, you moaning his name made him want to scream. He was so hard, you were so perfect, everything about this situation was perfect.

He eventually pulled off, looking up at you as he continued to mess around with your chest, giving you a cheeky smile. He knew what he was doing felt good.

"Good?"

"M-Mhm..."

"Mhm?" Chan couldn't help but laugh a bit, finding your reaction adorable. But he wanted to take things further. Just a little bit. "Can we go further? Want me to make you feel even better?"

"Ye...Yeah...Yes..."

"Alright...go ahead and lay down then."

As you laid down, Chan was finally able to see your panties for the first time. They were pink with white paw prints, a tiny little white bow on the front. They were so cute on you, practically signaling how innocent you truly were. And when Chan got himself between your legs, spreading your legs apart, he noticed the wet patch laying right over your cunt.

"Look at that...already so wet, and it's all for me..." Chan licked his lips, taking a hand off of your leg to your clothed pussy. Slowly, agonizingly so, he placed his pointer right where your clit should be, bringing it down to your hole. It was feather light, and it caused you to whine and squirm. "That feel nice? I bet it does, you're getting wetter by the second."

He wasn't wrong, unfortunately. That wet spot got bigger the more he spoke, the more he barely touched you. It was agonizing, yeah, but god, it was amazing, too.

Chan admired it for a moment. One of the many panties he'd steal were right here on your body, forming one of the largest wet patches he'd ever seen in his life. It was wrong. But god, did he not care. He didn't care in the slightest.

He eventually leaned his head down, pressing a kiss right onto your mound, breathing in your smell. Musky, but so so sweet. And once that was committed to memory, he figured it was time to get rid of the panties and see the real thing.

"Let's get these off of you, huh?" Chan's hands moved as he spoke, hooking around your panties and bringing them down your body, his eyes not leaving yours once until the panties were completely off. And the second he saw you, his everything stopped. His brain, his heart...the only thing that was working was his dick, and that thing was throbbing.

You were beautiful. It was the cutest little pussy Chan had ever seen in his life, glistening wet. And when he spread your folds open, he was met with a pink that rivaled the panties you had on. Not to mention how your hole was clenching, and your clit was peeking out from under it's hood.

"God...you're so fucking beautiful." Chan couldn't even take his eyes off of you. He took his finger again, gently touching the pink muscle, touching your clit and pulling it back to get a better look. It made you squirm, your hole clenching. "You have such a pretty pussy...and to think it's on my step sister..."

All you did was whine, not really knowing what to say. The touch felt nice, but his words were nicer. You'd never heard him talk like that before. And the pit that grew in your stomach when you heard it was beyond amazing.

Chan took a moment to continue just touching you, watching how you'd react to certain touches, where you liked to be touched. But he knew he could do more. He could do so much more.

And so, keeping his eyes on you, he lowered his head and gently flicked your clit once, watching as your breath hitched, your hips flinch a bit.

"That feel good?" Chan asked. He already knew the answer, and it was only further confirmed by you nodding.

With that nod, he went back down, using his tongue to give one long lick up your folds, before flicking your clit and coaxing it out of it's hood, gently suckling on the small bundle of nerves. That got a nice, loud moan out of you.

"Oh my...god, Chan...!" Oh, the way you said his name in such a vulnerable way...it was absolutely delicious. It made Chan groan, his hips bucking into the bed.

His pattern was immaculate. He'd suck on your clit, using his tongue to tease it in the meantime while his hands went to spread your cunt apart. He wanted to make sure that you were nice and vulnerable so he could really get in there. And oh, the moans you rewarded him with. They were absolutely perfect.

Your taste was even better. Salty, sweet, just a tiny bit of tang but not too much...It made him realize more and more just how much he craved you, how much he just wanted to ruin you into nothing.

Eventually, he went further, diving his tongue into your hole to really scrape out your juices, his nose consistently bumping into your clit. And it made you cry out, your legs wanting to close, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge. But Chan didn't let you. He gave your cunt one last lick before moving his hands to keep you spread once more, before looking up at you, licking his lips.

"Keep yourself spread, okay? I want you nice and wide so I can taste all of you." Chan spoke. You couldn't help but nod, feeling the need to comment.

"I...It feels really good, by the way. Whatever you're doing it...it feels really, really good."

"Does it?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah?" Oh, the smile on Chan's face when you said that. You probably gave him that input so he knew this was good for his friend to know. But he wasn't here for that. No no no. He was here simply to get you to cum over, and over, until you couldn't take anymore.

He eventually dove back in, plunging his tongue into you while his arms and hands kept you nice and spread, not wanting you to squirm around too much. And he kept going, even as you began to buck your hips, trying to squirm and get away.

"Chan, I...I feel weird..." You could feel the coil in your gut, a form of tightness as you neared closer and closer. Chan could feel it too, as your legs were really starting to shake.

"It's okay, you're just gonna hit an orgasm soon." Chan's voice was muffled, due to his face being buried in your delicate cunt, which was dripping more and more of it's juices into his mouth. "Get there though, go ahead and just release it, okay? Can you do that for me?"

You could, and you did. You moaned out, your hips bucking as Chan practically latched himself onto you. He continued to work you through your orgasm, watching as you panted and shook, the orgasm washing right through you.

"There you go, good girl..." Once you had calmed down, Chan debated on moving on. He could let you experience his cock, which had been painfully throbbing to get into the pussy it's been wanting for so long. Or he could simply keep going with this.

That's what he did.

The second you stopped squirming, he latched right back onto your clit, making your squirm from the oversensitivity, feeling something new. Something different. You couldn't look down, as your back was arched and your head was thrown back, in nothing but pure ecstasy, but the second you felt something inside of you, you gasped, before getting louder.

You didn't know what it was, as Chan's head hadn't moved at all. But Chan knew. He had slipped a finger inside of you, and he groaned once he felt just how tight you were. He knew you were going to be tight, but he didn't expect what he had felt.

"God, you're so tight...how are you ever supposed to fit any cock in there, huh?" Chan pulled back, watching as you took his finger, Chan adding another one to watch you really grip it. "You're practically sucking in my fingers...does it feel that good? Are you that needy?"

All you could do was moan as Chan plunged his fingers deep into you, eventually curling them up and rubbing that gummy spot. It only took two small movements with his hands for you to cum again, your body shaking once more as your back arched again.

"Oh, you're so pretty when you cum like that, sis...look at you, squirming around for me and everything..." Chan couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't put himself inside of you, Chan would go insane.

And so, he pulled himself back, moving to get his cock out of his pants. The poor thing was red tipped, angry. It was harder than Chan had ever seen himself. But it didn't stop him from lining himself up with your entrance. Hell, it encouraged him to do so.

"You're being so good, letting me figure out what feels best for a girl. You're such an amazing little sister, helping me out with this, all because you don't want our parents to know about some silly little test grades..." As Chan spoke, he rubbed his tip against your cunt, coating himself with your juices as you whined and squirmed, the pleasure already too much for you.

But then, Chan pushed in. And both of you moaned out. For you, it was the stretch. He felt amazing when he went inside and stretched you out. And him? You were so tight, practically hugging his cock inside of you, gripping onto him for dear life.

"Jesus christ, you're like a fucking vice, squeezing me like that..." Chan eventually began to move, thrusting in and out. He was slow at first, knowing that this was your first time, and that you hadn't taken dick before.

But from the way you were moaning, he could tell you liked it. And so he sped up. He moved quicker, harsher. And you couldn't help but moan, feeling him move so quickly nonstop, not taking any breaks to catch his breath. All you could do was cry out, feeling him practically pound into you.

It was when Chan lifted up your leg when you felt him reach that gummy spot again, hitting it every single time without fail. And that got you to cum for the third time.

"C-CHAN!"

Your body shook as Chan stopped, quickly spitting on his hand to go and rub tight circles on your clit to help you through the orgasm, watching as your body shook and writhed from the pleasure. But this time, he didn't wait for you to calm down. No, after a few seconds, he started up again, grunting as he felt your walls flutter around him while he moved.

"God, you feel so good around me, squeezing me while you're cumming...my dick is just that good, huh? Does that feel good?" Chan asked, continuing to harshly thrust as he rubbed tight circles around your clit.

You simply whimpered, your hips bucking with every movement. It's like you couldn't control yourself anymore. Everything Chan was doing was incredible. You didn't know how, or why, but...it was amazing. It was overloading your brain. You felt so good, too good.

And before you even knew it, the fourth orgasm hit. And it hit hard.

At this point, you were so wet from all of the other orgasms and Chan's saliva that Chan slipped out, accidentally pulling out too much as your body trembled. And that was when it happened. You felt a new sensation, almost like a liquid was shooting out of you, and onto wherever it was landing.

You don't know, you couldn't think. But Chan knew, because it landed on him. Just seeing that made him groan as he stroked himself.

"Mm, you just squirted everywhere....making a fucking mess because my dick is just that good, yeah?" Once you had stopped, Chan was back inside of you, almost relentless at this point.

He just couldn't handle it. Seeing you squirt on him, on his cock, something that was so wrong and foul...it made him feral. He just couldn't believe it. He was surprised he didn't just cum from watching you do that.

But you...oh, you were so overwhelmed. So overstimulated. Everything felt way too good, and you were completely lost within the pleasure to even know what was happening. It was way too much, and your body was well aware of that.

"S'too much, I can't....! I can't, Chan, I...too much...!" It's all you were chanting at this point.

But Chan...he was finally getting the fantasy he had thought up for so long. Finally, you were here underneath him, absolutely wrecked and overstimulated, tears going down your cheeks from the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was bringing you.

"Give me one more...just one more, sis...please? You can do one more, I'll even go with you this time...please, just one more." At this point, he was getting desperate, too. But all you could do was shake your head, completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure coursing into your body.

"I can't-"

"You can, I promise...I know you can, just one more..."

Before he even knew it, you came for the last time, screaming out his name from the sheer bliss. And this time, your walls fluttering around him was what did him in. He just groaned loudly as he filled you, still pumping into you as he rode both of your highs out.

Once he had come down from his high, he simply pulled out, flopping down next to you, pulling your shaking form next to him, both of you breathing heavily. Nothing was said, and nothing had to be said.

All that was known was that this definitely wouldn't be the first time this would end up happening.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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[call-me-doll-face]

WARNING: Dark bucky barnes, sexual themes, violence, 18+

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so I apologize for no page break. Will be fixed when I have access to my computer ❤️

ME AND THE DEVIL:

I know you do not usually seek out men like him. In fact, someone smart would avoid the likes of him at all costs. Someone smart would find other means of getting what she wants; what she needs. Other alternatives. However most people would not call me smart. Would say I am easy, I am gullible, I am pathetic. However, I guess desperation can change your point of view, because I started thinking something on the wrong side of crazy.

I started thinking he could be my salvation.

Getting his attention was not difficult, unbelievably. Men like him want what they cannot have. Something unexpected, something exciting, lifechanging.

So, what do you give a man that has everything? Sex? That is almost laughable. He could have any women he wanted. They practically worship the ground he walks on.

Money? That thought is even worse. You can tell that he is drowning in it. Has more than any one man should.

Friendship? It is a nice thought, but he would never trust it. Never let you close enough to even try.

No... I gave him a chase. I let him see me in the seedy club that he frequents. Let his eyes skim the skimpy little black dress I wore just for him; then just when he had almost had his fill, I would take it away. Disappear into the crowd.

This little game of ours carried on for longer than I would have liked. It became a dance of sorts, our game of cat and mouse. Until I finally let him catch me.

I finally let him have me; let him control my very being. The act brings me more pleasure than I can handle, this big strong man consuming me body and soul. The power that came with submitting to him....

Slowly, I realized there was more to him than the man everyone hated and feared. There was compassion, empathy, and a heart filled to the brim with love.

That love wrapped around my heart and anchored me. Gave me a sense of safety I hadn't felt in a long, long time.

Over time, I felt bad for what I was doing to him, wanting to find a way to explain it all to him. Find a way to ask him to help me instead of trying to coerce it out of him.... I wanted him willing...

But he found me out before I got the chance.

We stand across from each other, backs pressed against walls and trading accusatory glances.

Bucky is furious, face tense and his jaw clenching. Brows are furrowed over narrowed eyes, making him look fierce, intimidating.

I can tell he wants to say something to me, wants to lash out, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just grits his teeth and snarls at me, which makes him seem even more menacing. A shiver of excitement runs through me at the strength and power of the man before me, curling around my spine and drawing me to him like a moth drawn to a flame.

Any sane person would be terrified, but not me. After all this time I know without a doubt James Buchanan Barnes would never harm me; would bet my life on it.

As I take a step towards him, I notice his back straightened, icy blue eyes throwing up a wall, guarding himself and his emotions from me. Too late, as I’d seen the pain and betrayal there. My heart cracks at it.

I had done that. I had put that look on this untouchable man's face. I’d hurt him, betrayed him, ruined him.

More than anything I want to fix it.

“Bucky... James... Please let me explain.” My voice is a soft plea, brown eyes begging as I take another step towards the man I had come to love.

This impossibly strong and stubborn man who had changed everything.

Broad shoulders slump in defeat at my tone, face downcast and eyes dull. He is closing off from me, but I will not let him. No.

Finally stepping before him, I let my hand cup his face gently. My thumb gently rubs at the corner of his mouth that had turned down slightly. Those eyes squeeze tight at my touch, face leaning into my hand desperately.

“Tell me it was real. Please tell me it was real. You weren't using me.” He begs, voice wavering with emotion and my heart breaks further. Lips trembling, I press my body closer to him, cupping his face and pressing my forehead to his.

“I love you... I love you buck; I love you.”

Lips meet mine desperately, hands gripping my back and pulling me flush to his hard body.

He is devouring me, drinking me in. His tongue licks at the seam of my lips and I instantly grant him access, whimpering when it snakes into my mouth and dances with mine.

“Say it. Please. Please say it.” The words are spoken against my mouth, hand sliding up to grip the nape of my neck firmly, demanding I give in to him. Blue eyes search mine as if trying to see right through me, trying to see into my very soul.

Was I sent to destroy him? Was I some cruel means to an end? Someone to break down his barriers, strip him of his armor and lay him out to dry? Leave him to his enemies to rip apart as they see fit?

Our breathes mingle, so close its hard to tell where one ends, and one begins. He is engulfing my very existence; I’ve never been more willing to drown.

My belly flutters with anxiousness as I will myself to give in, to trust that he will believe and understand me. Closing my eyes briefly I let a soft sigh leave my parted lips; let the tip of my tongue dart out to wet my bottom lip before gathering the courage to face him head on once again.

“I will tell you everything. Every single detail, all you have to do is ask. But right now, you must know that this, this thing between us, is one of the scariest yet realist things I have ever known. I wasn’t supposed to love you. I was never supposed to care for you the way I do now, but God do I.” his chest deflates with a shaky exhale at my words, the waft of air moving the loose strands of hair out of my face. “James- “ reaching up I cup the back of his head, caressing the soft brown hair there. “I want to be with you. I want to stay WITH you. I do not want to run from my problems anymore. I want to burn them to the ground and build a life with you.”

“But?” He mumbles, nuzzling against the side of my face.

“But…- “here we go. This will make or break whatever this is. “But my ex is a bad man.” Bucky’s body tenses at the mention of another man, pulling away to give me his full attention. “He is a bad man, and buck, he has my daughter. He has my daughter, and he wanted your money, and I could not let him hurt her.”

The more I talk the more panicked I feel. Its like word vomit, I cannot stop until I have gotten all of it out. My breathing quickens, chest starts to hurt with the stress of it as tears gather on my lash line, causing buck to become blurry.

“He told me he’d hurt her if I didn’t do exactly as he said. Oh god buck, she is only four years old.” A choked sob escapes from me, my hand reaching up to cover my mouth as a tear breaks free. Bucky just stands there, staring at me in shock as I drone on. “I know he will follow through if I disappoint him. He’s hurt the both of us more times than I can count already. His best friend is a police officer, so nobody had believed me when I’d tried to get help, it had only made things worse. I didn't have a choice.” I am full on crying now, body wracking with sobs as I hold myself, trying to keep myself together.

a variety of different emotions fleet across Bucky’s face before he finally settles on rage. It sets in his shoulders, fists clenching at his sides before shoving past me and out the door, walls slamming with the force of it shutting.

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I had thought that was that. That he was done with me. I went to the little sketchy hotel room I’d rented in case things went south, curled onto the bed I don’t like to think too much about, and sobbed. I sobbed until exhaustion took hold and drug me under.

Coming to felt even worse. My eyes had crusted shut from all the tears and my head throbbed with a migraine that almost cripples me.

It could have been hours, days for all I knew. I just didn’t care.

Just as I go to roll over in an attempt to go back to sleep the door to the room bursts open and there he is. There he is, covered in blood and practically dragging Gabe in by the back of his shirt.

“Bucky! Are you okay!” I gasp, jumping to my feet and rushing to him, terrified that some of the copious mounts of blood could be his.

Grunting he lets Gabe fall to the ground unceremoniously before engulfing me in a bone crushing hug. “I’m all right doll. Had some business I needed to take care of. I’m all right.”

I cling to him, letting the familiar scent of leather and gunpowder wash over me and calm my nerves. “I thought you were gone. That you’d left me.” My bottom lip wobbles, and he pulls back, cupping my jaw gently with his metal hand, thumb running over my lip to soothe it.

“I’m never leaving you, doll. I’m yours just as much as you are mine. But I will not have you without her.” It takes my mind a moment to process his words, but when it does my heart soars, eyes watering for a completely different reason than earlier.

“She- she’s here?”

“She is.” He quickly grabs my shoulders to prevent me from rushing past him and out the door, stops me from going to her. As if sensing the words of protest bubbling up, he gives me a stern look and I swallow them down with a frown. “First, business.” He indicates what said business is with a sharp kick to Gabe’s side, pulling a grunt from the other man.

“Y-you stupid whore. Couldn’t even do one damn thing right.” Gabe snarls with labored breath, drawing up onto his hands and knees with a pained groan. Blonde hair that is usually kept impeccable falls over his bruised and battered face in a greasy mess. Green eyes, red from busted blood vessels shoot up to glare at me.

Bucky remains quiet, yet I can feel his silent rage filling the room and choking us. I wait for the eruption, the blow up I know will come, but to my surprise he just clasps his hands together and moves to stand slightly behind me.

It dawns on me that this powerful man that everyone fears is giving me, little old nobody me, the lead. He’s letting me decide what happens to the man that tormented me and my daughter for years. Bucky is letting me take justice into my own hands.

When I turn uncertain eyes on him, he gives me the slightest dip of his chin, eyes shining with encouragement. “Burn them to the ground, then build a life.” They’re the softest words he’s ever spoken to me, and they give me all the confidence I need.

A humored laugh is heard from behind me as I straighten my spine and turn to face the pathetic excuse of a man that’s now on his knees before me. The blood in my veins sings with the satisfaction of him kneeling there. His rightful place; below me.

“You think that just because you fucked James Buchanan Barnes that suddenly you’re not the same little pathetic girl from a nowhere town in Ohio? Think again princess.” He sneers, spitting blood at my feet before turning hateful eyes back up at me. “Both you and that stupid little daughter of yours are useless. Hell, you weren’t even adequate enough to stick a dick in. what are you going to do to me, huh? Cry in my face, drown me in your tears?”

I let every word from his mouth soak in. let every hateful thing he’d done to me, made me feel, seep into every pore, and consume me. My own rage, mixed with Bucky’s, builds to an almost cataclysmic point, while all I feel is a calmness wash over me. My mind and heart go quiet as I just stare at him with empty eyes, not saying a word as he slowly starts losing his confidence, starts to squirm.

“You have absolutely no idea how much of a pleasure it is for me to see you on your knees, covered in blood and squirming like a rat caught in a trap.” My voice comes out even, smooth, and he instantly has a sneer back on his face at the words. Before he gets the chance to open his mouth and spew more bullshit, I turn on my heel to slightly face bucky. “You know, you were right about one thing, I’ll give you that... I’m most definitely not the same little girl from Ohio. What you WERE wrong about however is that it’s not because I fucked bucky, oh no, that honor goes to you.” Giving bucky a sweet smile, he watches in amusement, brow cocked as I lift the left side of his shirt and steal the lightweight combat blade he keeps hidden there.

Twirling it between my fingers I twist back and let Gabe see it, let him take a minute to sweat it as I take slow steps towards him.

“For years you made my life a living hell. You trapped me, moved me to a place where I had nothing; no one. You controlled everything. Who I socialized with, the money, hell it was you who made me get pregnant. Now that- “coming to a stop in front of him, I run the tip of my blade down his cheek, relishing in the flinch he gives at the first touch of metal against sensitive skin. “That was your first mistake.” A sharp cry tears from him as I clench my teeth and dig the edge of the blade in just under his eye, dragging it all the way down his cheek to his jaw in a bloody line.

“You fucking bitch- FUCK!” he shouts out, going to move away from me but bucky is instantly there, holding him in place with a harsh hold on his shoulders. The pure arousal in his eyes takes my breath away and I feel the excitement at pleasing him all the way down between my thighs. I never realized how exhilarating this could be. Setting my sights back on the man before me I let a crazed grin slide free.

“Do you want to know where you fucked up? You gave me someone to love more than you. You gave me someone I cared about more than myself. You tore me down to a point that I didn’t care what you did to me, but when you gave me that little girl? When you hurt, that little girl? Well, that was the beginning of the end for you.” Flipping the knife in my hand so that the hilt is up I slam down as hard as I can, feeling it slice through the bone like butter as it makes a home in his shoulder right by where Bucky’s hand rests.

Bucky seems just as surprised as Gabe, staring at the blade with wide eyed disbelief before his teeth flash in a wicked smile, laughing incredulously. Gabe screams, wiggles in agony, trying to escape the pain. With a giggle that I should be appalled by, I yank it out, blinking the warm blood splatters out of my eyes. My tongue flicks to the side of my mouth by its own accord and the tangy copper flavor fills my mouth. The sound of his pain is music to my ears, the raw pride that bucky exudes makes my clit throb.

“You’re going to pay for what you did. There will be so much more pain, this is only a small taste of what’s to come.” I can’t handle this anymore, my body shaking with so much pent-up energy that I feel as if I’ll combust. “But later.” When my brown eyes meet icy blue ones, my lips pull between my teeth, and those eyes flick to them, locking on to the movement.

Bucky, ever observant, seems to know what I need before even I do. Pulling rope from the back pocket of his tight fitted jeans he quickly ties Gabe’s wrists and ankles so that he can’t escape. Dark eyes move back up to me once he’s done, body appearing larger as he rounds Gabe, chest puffing out as he stalks me.

“What was your second mistake? So glad you asked, I’ll tell you.” placing my palm against his broad and sturdy chest, I halt bucky. His chest falls in even controlled breathes as he searches my face, trying to decipher what I want. When my eyes flick to the floor before me, right where Gabe had just been, he gives me a knowing smirk before he drops to one knee, then the other. Now, seeing him before me is a completely different type of excitement, but just as thrilling.

“You put this man in my path. A man you knew was dangerous. Could destroy you. Oh, but you never thought I'd confide in him. Tell him the truth…. Fall in love with him. No, you underestimated me.” Thick fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, gently tugging them down my legs along with my panties. He lets out a deep groan at the wetness already visible on my thighs, inhales deeply, and takes in the smell of my arousal. Gripping under my knee, he hooks my leg over his shoulder and dives in like a starved man.

My head falls back at the first broad stripe up my center, a whimper as that skilled tongue flicks and curls around my bundle of nerves. The man is pure sin, knowing what I desire like the devil himself. His metal hand grips my hip, grounding me as he feasts on me, tongue spearing into me, drinking from me with obscene slurping noises. It doesn’t take long before I’m ready to crumble for him, the knot in my belly tightening and a warmth spreading over my entire body.

Looking to the man on the floor, seeing how red-faced and humiliated he looks, sends me ever closer to my climax, and I can't help but torment him even more. Cruelty has never been my nature, but I'm relishing in what it does to him. "He's so good, Gabe. So much better than you ever were." Bucky groans at my words, sending vibrations through my whole body. I gasp loudly, brows knitting at the feeling as my fingers bury in his soft locks. "How does it feel, watching someone so powerful worship the person you thought was nothing?"

"You stupid -"

Sliding his flesh hand between my legs, Bucky easily slips two fingers into me, instantly curling them and expertly finding that special spot inside me, and I’m a goner.

His name falls from my lips like a prayer, back arching as my orgasm crashes through me in waves. I can feel his eyes on me, watching me as he sucks my clit into his mouth and pumps his fingers faster, working to prolong my pleasure as long as he can.

When I finally come down, I push him away from me with a gentle hand on his head. Locking eyes with Gabe I let the delight show on my face. Gloating in the way bucky played my body like a fiddle. “It’ll be the last time you ever underestimate me."

Wrapping a firm hand around buckys throat i guide him backward until he’s on his back. He lets me control him and lifts his hips to help aid me in pulling his jeans down just under his ass. My mouth waters as his cock springs free, laying flushed and leaking against his belly. Usually, I would worship him. Let my tongue slide down his delicious happy trail to the base before licking all the way up his shaft to the tip. Usually. Not now.

Bucky watches with hooded eyes and teeth dug into his plump bottom lip as I climb over him. Fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he leans up slightly to watch where we meet. I watch as those brows scrunch in concentration, and his jaw goes slack as I position myself and slowly slide down onto him. I take him all the way to the hilt in one slide, wincing at the burn of it, of him. He’s so big. It never matters how much he preps me. It’s always a stretch to fit him.

He looks at me desperately as I try to give myself time to adjust. I feel the muscles in his hips bunching, struggling not to thrust up into me, the thick muscles flinching under me. Taking pity on him, I lay my hands flat on his chest before raising myself up and dropping all the way down. The noises he makes as I start to ride him in earnest are sinful, feeling so good all his barriers are down, all his pleasure on full display.

He lets me take him apart right there in front of another man. Willingly submits to me, whines when I take him to the very edge then denies him his pleasure. “Please, please doll fuck. So fucking close, please stop teasing me. Come one baby, ride that cock, let me fill that pretty pussy up, please baby doll I’ll do anything you want.” He whines and pleads. Pulling him into a sitting position I cradle his head against my chest as I bounce, feeling my climax coming once again as his cock slides against my walls, rubbing every spot flawlessly.

Meeting Gabe eyes once again over bucks’ shoulder, I give him a triumphant smirk as I rest my chin on the top of Buckys head. “Cum for me baby. Be a good boy and fill that pussy up.” As soon as the words leave my mouth he’s cursing, shouting my name and his hips jerk erratically, shooting ropes of hot cum into me and coating my walls. The feeling of his cum in me sends me over the edge right after him, and the clenching of my walls around him coaxes another orgasm from him as well, our cries and shouts echoing around the room.

Gabe finally breaks, pathetic sobs and pleads leaving him as he presses his face into the old carpet.

Ignoring the pest in the room, We take a minute to bask in each other, pressing soft kisses to any part of skin we can reach, trading soft works to one another. Once our heart rates have calmed down, he gives me one more chaste kiss. “Ready to go see our little girl?”

[kmze]

So I saw people say that there’s an rumored alternative ending wherein they compel both Stefan and Elena to have a normal human life and then it was implied a SE endgame and that ending doesn’t makes sense to me because I doubt Caroline and especially Stefan would agree on letting Stefan be compelled to forget..unless Caroline dies but like even if Caroline dies I don’t think Stefan wants to forget everything either so idk what’s your thoughts on this

LOL is that what people are calling it now "alternative ending" it was fake-spoilers that came out like a dozen other accounts weeks before the finale. I think they even threw the "this might change because I told everyone but this is what was really supposed to happen" because people are unbelievably gullible. As far as if it could have happened sure it could have especially after making Stefan human, the key is they did not because there was no way to make it work without hurting Caroline's ending. They could have had Stefan and Caroline not get back together after he turned human (because I think the wedding solidified SC even JP has said that) then Damon sacrifices himself and Caroline compels Stefan and Elena to forget everything and everyone in Mystic Falls and you get a future scene of them running into each other in some random town because "fate of the doppelgangers" always find each other. It's not a matter of if they'd give Caroline permission because if they were both completely distraught over Damon she'd just do it with Bonnie's help. She'd probably convince Stefan it would be the safest thing for him to do and maybe she'd use the speech she used on Tyler like "tell me that you'll forget about me, tell me that you are gonna go on and live a full and happy life without me" while compelling him.

Fandom in general needs to learn what Occam's Razor is, it is the idea that the simplest explanation is the most likely. There's been three showrunners who have come out since the finale aired to confirm the same detail that Stefan was not supposed to die, Damon was the original death and the whole season was planned around that until KW came back around 8x11 and made them change it. Julie Plec, Kevin Williamson and Brett Matthews all confirmed this and their stories always match. That is the only "alternative ending" that exists and even that wasn't written or filmed there was simply a fail safe in there. If Stefan was going to die he had vervain in his system, if Damon was going to die he wouldn't and the Defan scene at the end would have just been Stefan meeting Damon.

[wonlouvre]

hello! i see your requests are open again 😌 can i request jeonghan x reader, enemies to lovers kinda thing maybe where they have the same friends but jeonghan & reader always clash etc etc fluff at the end idk

i know you’ll come up with something amazing as always, do what you want with it 😘🥰💗

balance | y. jh. 

pairing: jeonghan x reader genre: enemies to lovers (kind of), fluff warnings: heights, ski mountain mechanical malfunctions (you know, dangling in the air kind of thing)  word count: 1.5k (i got carried away, im sorry)

💌: thank you so much for requesting!!! this was honestly fun to write although there was little to none banter, i’m so sorry :’( thank you for trusting me! i hope you like it <3 i will try to post at least two drabbles/requests per week :)

To you, Yoon Jeonghan was the type of person that looked like he would trample all over your principles in life. It’s a little dramatic of you but he can’t blame you for thinking so. He’s cocky, annoying and full of shit. The two of you stepped off on the wrong foot when he thought it was funny to pour sparkling water on your instant noodles as a prank during one of the traditional ski trips your group of friends always hold.

Soonyoung introduced him on what was supposed to be the best trip of your life only to get ruined when he made fun of you. Although technically speaking, your cup wasn’t the only victim of his shenanigan because the rest of your friends complained and threw it at the perpetrator before they could even finish eating. But you were hungry and stubborn, so you didn’t let it go. 

Ever since then, despite not confronting him, Jeonghan’s energy and wholebeing never clicked with yours. You barely speak a word to him and you rarely hang out with him, unlike with every single one of your friends. He hasn’t noticed and even if he did, you’re sure he could care less. Which is fine by you. The instant noodle prank is history and now that this year’s ski trip will be your third with him, you have just gotten used to ignoring his existence. 

“Jeonghan’s staring at you,” Seungcheol says, startling you. 

Your eyes throw daggers at him, not because he startled you, but because of what he said. 

The tall man nudges your shoulder with his. “I’m not lying. Give him a glance and then you’ll see.”

To set the record straight, you don’t have a grudge on Jeonghan for who he is. It’s more of what he does that gives a bad impression on you. Aside from the noodle incident, you noticed how much he takes pride in teasing and playing with the gullible younger ones and you hate him for that. It’s a good laugh every once in a while but it can hurt feelings at times and you don’t want that. He also likes to disagree and debate with everyone (you’re just glad you haven’t been a victim yet). When everyone else says yes, he’ll boldly say no. That’s how moronic he is to be friends with. 

Of course you acknowledge his good deeds. Whether you like to admit it or not, Jeonghan is a great friend. He is a beacon of strength among you knowing that he’s one of the oldest in the group. He knows where and when to have fun. He knows when to be there for anyone who needs him. He’s supportive. He’s loving. He’s more than okay. 

You’re just turning a blind eye because you’re still petty. 

It has come to your attention that apparently, Jeonghan has been harboring a crush on you. It’s a stupid rumor and you choose to ignore it because why. Why would he have a crush on you? You try confirming if it’s true by looking at him and observing his actions whenever he’s not paying attention. But to no avail, nothing special stood out.

In fact, it seems like all the staring and observation made you develop a crush on him. Now that’s even more annoying. 

You roll your eyes at Seungcheol’s nonsense and walk away from him to go to Jeongyeon who’s currently checking in everyone to the hotel. You might as well help her register everyone to all the activities you will be participating in. 

“Collect their IDs,” she orders without looking up from the form she’s writing on. “And tell them to fall in line so they can sign the consent form.”

“Told you we should have filled out the online form before getting here,” your complaint doesn’t go unheard by your friend who only glares at you, scaring you to immediately obey her instructions.

“IDs please,” you ask with your hand out and your friends happily complied as they chatted through the waiting time. You walk around to make sure you have everyone’s and as you double check, one last ID was missing. 

“You didn’t forget about me, did you?”

The devil himself, Yoon Jeonghan.

You take a deep deep breath before turning around and face the handsome face you’ve been sick of. Wait, did you just call him handsome?! 

Jeonghan flashes his signature smirk while pulling his wallet out from his pocket, picking one of the many cards inside it to hand to you. His gloveless fingers grazes yours and it concerns you why it made your heart skip a beat. You avoid his gaze and everything else about him and run back to Jeongyeon who’s the one asking for these in the first place. 

You heard his low chuckle and you wish you could wipe off his annoying grin with your fist. 

Moving on from what happened in the early afternoon, the rest of the day was pleasant enough for you and your friends to continue. Everyone had lunch at the local restaurant first before doing the group activities. It’s a good thing none of you are afraid of heights (except for Dokyeom, but he manages). Soonyoung leading everyone to hike the safe side of the snow covered mountain wasn’t a problem for him. 

After the quick mountain hike, you all scattered to have fun and decided to meet up for dinner in the evening. You, Jeongyeon, Dokyeom and much to your dismay, Jeonghan all went up to snowboard. 

The lift was supposed to carry the four of you up to the starting point before your adrenaline descend, but Dokyeom suddenly felt a wave of fear of heights and needed to calm down for a few minutes. He tells you to go on ahead and you did. You just didn’t expect Jeonghan to be accompanying you instead of Jeongyeon. 

You hide your disappointment and bewilderment as you make yourself comfortable. It’s awkward but it doesn’t matter. You’re just going to keep quiet and avoid looking Jeonghan’s way. This ride will probably not be a good ten minutes, right?

Jeonghan holds onto his snowboard while you place yours on the floor. A barrier of some sort to distance yourself from him. Your eyes are glued to your feet, watching them move from side to side. You also distract yourself from admiring the view outside the window, but it’s hard when you can feel his eyes burning holes on the back of your head. 

“Y/N.”

You hate it. You hate it. You hate it. 

Why does your name sound so melodic coming from his mouth?

You turn your head and raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. 

But the lift doesn’t let him because it suddenly stops mid-air, echoes of metals clanking and brakes screeching following suit. The abrupt stop causes the lift to shake a little, making you hold onto the metal bars out of fear. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a mechanical malfunction of the lifts and our engineers are repairing it now at this moment. We apologize for the inconvenience and fear that this has caused. We request everyone to remain calm and seated…”

The announcement falls deaf to your ears because all you hear is ringing. You’re not afraid of heights at all. But you have never experienced an incident like this before. You’ve heard and read about it and not all of them ended well. 

“Hey,” Jeonghan’s voice snaps you out of your dilemma. 

You blink away your tears and clutch your chest to calm your heart that’s beating faster and faster. 

“Y/N?” Jeonghan calls for you again, but this time he’s reaching his hand out. “You’ll be fine. Here, take my hand.”

Jeonghan probably noticed the panic in your eyes. So, after throwing away your doubts outside the window, you carefully move a little closer to him but not beside him as you don’t want to ruin the balance of the lift. You unclench your fist and finally take hold of his waiting hand. 

Jeonghan’s warm palm and genuine smile calms you down. Your heartbeat slows down and your breathing goes back to normal. Your eyebrows furrow in both fear and embarrassment. You question the universe how and why did this have to happen. 

“Hey, don’t cry.”

“I’m not!” 

Jeonghan giggles at your outburst and you don’t know if that’s music to your ears or if it just makes you want to punch his handsome face more. 

“I like you Y/N,” he suddenly confesses and you grimace. 

“I like you too,” you confess back, tightly gripping his hand. “But now is not the time, Yoon Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan bites back a smile that says he���s in love and just gently caresses your hand. It’s unbelievable how the opportunity arose itself right at this moment, but it was now or never for him. He’d explain how much he likes you in detail later. For now, he’s okay with this. 

“But, later though?”

“Yes, now shut up before I throw you out first.”

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Multimuse x Antagonist!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, manipulation, etc.

Type: Multimuse/Blerps

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Multimuse x Antagonist!Reader

Notes: Ok don’t judge me, I am having fun. This wasn’t proof read. rip, I started getting sloppy towards the end.

Jason Voorhees: He’s constantly trying to comfort you. Jason’s mentality is stunted, therefore his mannerisms may reflect a childs reaction to your actions. He doesn’t understand why you act the way you do, or take the initiatives you do. He tries to soften up your heart towards him, by giving you flowers, (somehow they resemble seaweed.. It probably is a weed of some sort). If anyone is trying to fight you back, he of course intervenes in efforts to protect you. If you get angry at him, he hunches over like a toddler, avoiding your eyes as you grunt away. Jason is somehow petrified of you, but also infatuated with you. Unsure of your current mood, any time he approaches you, it’s with his head down awaiting to hear something, anything from you.

Michael Myers: Finally, someone to match his energy. Initially, this is what catches his attention towards you. Seeing you make a name for yourself, at some point it’s a bit frustrating to him that anyone would dare take Halloween from him. He would stalk you constantly, and when you show no fear of him, this would only prompt him to make you his new obsession. It only takes a furious crowd attempting to burn you alive for your crimes that would cause you and Michael to join forces. When you think you have it all under control, you quickly learn this is getting out of hand. As you’re laying on the floor with the same black eyes resembling “the shape's” you notice the rioters life leave their eyes, only to notice Michaels arm jolting closer then further, constantly, Blood splatter stains your person. This would be a deadly alliance for plenty.

Tiffany Valentine: Head over heels for you instantly. You’re suddenly her favorite person, she keeps tabs on you. News clippings of your crimes, mugshots, a makeshift scrapbook if you will. Tiffany doesn’t look for you deliberately, however, when you do have your run ins, she’s more than happy to steal a few glances from you. She becomes morbidly dedicated to you, doing most of your dirty work, almost better than you could. Tiffany is an excellent accomplice, unbelievably loyal to you. She despises when you yell at her or even worse, ignore her. She tends to enjoy the cat and mouse game you have going on though, especially when you expose that you actually may need her as much as she needs you.

Billy Loomis: He’s definitely interested when he realizes you’re the new trouble around school. Billy would do everything possible to keep his eyes on you, during class, during lunch, after school. He’d be super casual about it, at some point it even seems like you don’t notice. Maybe after the third time you get detention together you start putting two and two together. Of course, you are the true antagonist of this story and you’d do everything you could to find out how whipped Billy Loomis seemed. He’s easier to manipulate than he leads on, falling for your gullible façade, even appearing helpless at times. It isn’t until he sees your ruthlessness and how capable you seem to be cruel, not to mention, the most worrisome part- how easy this all came to you. He then starts to second guess your intentions, after all, he should.

Stu Macher: He’s a lot smarter than he leads on, probably catches on a lot faster than Billy would. Still, doesn’t mean it won’t hurt him any less. He gets attached to you quicker, hoping to give you a change of heart, at least when it comes to him. If you play your cards right and you know when to tone it up and down, he could fall under the same spell everyone else is under. As mentioned prior, Stu should never be underestimated and would pick up on the small things. Not to mention, he’d make it a habit to pop up out of nowhere, even stand in the same room you’re in without making his presence known for a while before giving you a scare. He catches onto your tone and word choices faster than your body language, just keep that in mind.

Patrick Bateman: Just like Michael and Billy, this seems to catch Bateman’s attention, not initially though. It takes a few months for him to actually recognize and connect your name to your face. He admires your nonchalant attitude towards the most gruesome of actions, it’s almost as if he found someone that he could relate to in some twisted manner. Though he seems more driven by his fascination with violence and gore, you tend to be a bit more cold and callous with your actions. This would be the difference between you both. Ignoring him is something he can’t stand, it drives him mad. After all, so many would kill to get his attention, why not you? What’s so important? Though he’s probably the most emotionally disinterested, the desire he has to be important will also bleed through to the situation between you both. 

Carrie White: Probably one of the most tragic on this list, she doesn’t really understand your cruel mannerisms. She’s almost one of the most sympathetic towards you as well, attempting to talk you through your reactions, even if they seem to turn violent. She refuses to use her powers against you, thinking her heart is enough to aid you. Carrie defends you more than she ever defended herself, even if the others seem to be right about you. You can be blunt with her about how you feel, or what you don’t feel, though, don’t be surprised that if in a moment of rage, she brings the ceiling down upon you both.

Leatherface: Though he’s often underestimated, he knows you’re hurting, in one way or another. Whether it’s because something or someone hurt you, or just because nothing ever made you feel anything and that still sucked, the feeling of nothing at all. He saw it in his family often. Bubba’s very understanding of your actions, though he craves to be the exception, like Jason, he tries everything to cheer you up. He refuses to give up on you, constantly trying to weaken your heart to him. You can’t help but feel some kind of pity for him, seeing how often he tries, he’s persistent, you’ll give him that. Though, mirroring Carrie, if you were to betray him in his eyes, you’d become his new mask, or he’d become yours, who would know.

Harley Quinn: Completely infatuated with you and would let you know that. Harley’s a total flirt, pouts when you ignore her or shoot her down. Somehow manages to appear wherever your next criminal endeavor would take place. It’s too obvious she’s trying to become your accomplice. There’s just something about being bad, that’s so fun, Harley knows that. She can be manipulated still, you’d have to be very good at it and though she knows the odds, she still gives you the benefit of the doubt. Not being surprised if you betray her, still heartbroken nevertheless. You’re her forbidden fruit, like the joker, she wants you so bad, in a way she wants to fix you, in her own twisted, morbid manner. 

Poison Ivy: Bad guys come and go in Gotham, there’s many that want to be the next greatest villain, therefore when Ivy comes across your name, it’s not much to catch her eye. Not until you meet her in person, maybe you go to her for a poisonous plant, or a remedy for toxin you plan to release. You know how to play your cards, not saying too much, you’re charming to say the least. Ivy would want to stay on your good side as much as possible though, there’s not many who go against all good and bad. You aren’t friendly with many, so to be the exception, was something significant. Playful banter comes with your transactions of course, it’s enjoyable having Ivy by your side. You’re the devil by Ivy’s side and this makes her all the more dangerous to those around her. She’s certainly immensely intelligent and will pick up on the slightest clues. A guard is never meant to be let down around her, no matter the circumstance.

Bruce Wayne: Similar to Ivy, he’d pick up on the smallest clues, so you better have an achingly flawless way to address his concerns. Bruce’s interest in you would tear him apart, figurately of course. He’s caught between you and his morals. He’s terribly hardheaded, so the chance of picking you over his morals, is close to none, but the heart wants what it wants. Seeing the mayhem you stir in his city frustrates him to no end. Reflecting the joker, seeing Bruce deteriorate and you being the reason he does so, makes you feel the most powerful. Too bad he refuses to kill you no? You are delighted with the idea of becoming his problem.

Billy Hargrove: Finally, a worthy contender. Heartbreaker meet heartbreaker. What Billy doesn’t know though, is that you intend on staying rotten. After some time of crossing each others path, Billy coaxes you to hang out with him, eventually turning into dates. You play along of course, he’s attractive, you like the attention, but deep down, you know this isn’t your nature. When he makes himself vulnerable to you is when you know you have him. Careful though, once Billy figures out that you’ve piled him onto the rest, no matter what he’s done for you, it’s not going to be pretty. It’s time Billy Hargrove gets a taste of his own medicine though no?

Steve Harrington: This would probably break my heart the most. Steve is the definition of ‘yeah but the heart wants what it wants’ He’s so aware of your tendencies, his heart is constantly breaking around you. “It’s not like I’m not used to it” He’d admit to you with a weary smile. As many times as you’ve let him down, he stays with arms open when you come back. Nobody likes you, especially the kids. Nancy is quick to become your rival, along with Robin. Which only makes it all the more fun. If you’re being honest, your intention was never to hurt Steve deliberately, but it’s what you do and your nature that seems to hurt him the most. Still, it’s nothing you can help. After all you never meant it to go this far, you never meant to be the villain of the story. 

Dean Winchester: Also one of the most heartbroken on the list. He knows better than to chase after you, so he doesn’t, but when you cross his path. Dean can’t help but go back to old habits. He kind of admires your twisted way of thinking and how you seem to be at bliss with it. After all, everything him and his brother had done, for the greater good, all of it haunted them, almost equally; But there you were, in a daze. It seemed to almost beckon him to join you. Does it really matter what happens if it isn’t affecting you? You certainly taint his morality, infusing your antagonistic tendencies into his way of thinking and handling situations. It seemed like the best option to stay sane was to let loose and take a peak into insanity. Dean would most certainly make the effort to change you though, in hopes you’d go with him.

Steve Rogers: He’d be your constant therapist, the most patient with you in hopes you’d join him. He’d have to keep his interest in you on the low though, at least until he know you’re on the path of healing. That’s how he sees you, as wounded, he wants to believe your heart wasn’t born that way. No matter how often you’d betray him, he would want it to work so bad, it easily clouds his judgement and at some point, his own morals. His hearts in the right place, but logic se-r ems to be thrown out of the window when he sees you. Steve does his best to keep you off the radar and labeled as a low threat, in constant hope you’d have a change of heart. 

Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, Bucky would be persistent with you. He’d do his best to understand your way of thinking. However, unlike his comrade, he’s less hopeful about your change of heart and this way around, more realistic. Bucky knows this is wrong and in a way, he’s an accomplice, but he too was given a few chances to redeem himself. Though you’ve made it quite obvious you have no intentions of changing, there’s that sprinkle of hope that Bucky has. After all, you haven’t tried to murder him, not that he knows of anyway. This situation with you affects him in his work life and personal one. He distances himself from his friends/team, attempts to keep this to himself and almost drives himself mad trying to find different ways to help you. At times he even considers joining you, but torn between you and Steve, he keeps himself from making any kind of drastic decision like that yet. 

Wanda Maximoff: This is so difficult for her, possibly more than with any other character. Wanda’s lost every single person she loved and now fell in love with someone like you. She would definitely keep it a secret from the rest of the avengers, trying her best to keep it from Clint and Steve. She would be able to keep it a secret for a while, but it would eventually tire her out. Wanda would do her best to try to understand you, she’d even try to help you through your emotions. She may even get her hopes up when she thinks you’ve had a breakthrough. There would be an internal debate with herself, not knowing whether to drop everything and run away with you, or stay in the position you’re both in. Her relationship with you would be a toxic one for her, depending on whether you wanted to improve or stay the way you are. She would know the logical response, but the heart wants what it wants.

Loki Laufeyson: Similar to Wanda, he has a sort of internal debate. Instead of doing anything for the greater good, he kind of goes back and forth between his love for you and that of his brother. Though at times you may come off as a bit more ruthless than his mischievous persona may fulfill. Loki finds himself trying to ease your violent ways, mostly because he knows a violent heart never lasts long. It either dies on the battlefield or it softens for the right person and he rather be the gentler option. Loki still wouldn’t mind causing a little headache for the avengers with you, but not much beyond that. He might even taunt you and use y oour weaknesses against you if it had to get to that point. 

Tate Langdon: He never really knew his limit, he tended to cross the line each and every time. This would be no different when it comes to you. Tate seems to think this is some sort of game, thinking you both could outbid each other when it came to seeing who may take it further. Sometimes you may both get caught up in each others game, which could drive you both to a place where you never meant to be. Tate would constantly wonder what’s going on in your head, he definitely enjoys poking at your brain and will constantly annoy you with questions. He would also use your previous responses against you; though it seems to others that you are both too blind trying to taunt one another, they underestimate the possibility of a dangerous alliance. 

Kit Walker: You’re the forbidden fruit. Kit would chase after you shamelessly. Those around him would tell him to turn the other way, but he just can’t keep his eyes off of you. He knows about you and the trouble you’ve brought around you since you first appeared, but you haven’t crossed the line for him just yet. When you do, he’d still keep his eye on you, maybe not be as shameless. If you ever open up to him, he’d divulge in your openness, asking you questions and listening intently, without staring you down with pealed eyelids. He wouldn’t make much of an effort to try to change you or “improve” you in any manner, Kit would just want to understand you for himself. There wouldn’t be much effort on his part to convert you or tame you in any way.

James Patrick March: You’re the most intoxicating little number that has ever crossed his path. He completely adores your destructive tendencies, whether they’re violent, repulsive or menacing. (Or all of the above.) He’s not secretive at all about his infatuation with you. James would give you anything and everything to get your attention. He’s definitely possessive, which could be an issue if you don’t see yourself as one to be tamed and do as you desire. There’d be a lot of back and forth between you two; James is used to being the one with the final say in everything, even if he’s caving into his s/o’s desires, he knows how to play his cards, correctly would be an understatement. 

Cloud Strife: He’s so confused as to why he feels how he does about you. Cloud is the epitome of internal conflict and this isn’t any different when it comes to you. He knows his values, he has pretty solid morals, but he doesn’t know why he hesitates when it comes to hurting you, he can’t fight you. Something stops him and this rustrates him more than anything going on in his head. He knows you’re no good, he absolutely hates that sly smile you have across your lips when his sword comes to a halt and you don’t even flinch. Instead, you raise an eyebrow, taunting him. You’d have to make the first move if you ever want to resolve this with him, because the soldier is as stubborn as could be. 

Aerith Gainsborough: Similar to Wanda, she would try to understand you and where you’re coming from. This may even extend to her excusing your actions. Though she’s not blind to the reality, in fact far from it, she’s more aware than anyone around you, Aerith knows you’re capable of loving her in the same manner she loves you. That doesn’t mean her heart doesn’t break for you though. Depending on why you are the way you are, would very much dictate her feelings for you. If it’s on your won doing, you’d be a sort of forbidden fruit for Aerith, something she knows she must not chase after, but wanders about almost frequently. If it’s due to the circumstances you’ve endured, she’d do her best to try to get you to see things in a better manner, though you may seem helpless, she hopes you’re not beyond saving, for her sake and yours.

Sebastian Michaelis: He’d be the most amused out of this list, your antagonistic character would be what would peak his interest. It goes without saying that Sebastian would be the one that would feed you the fuel you need to push yourself more and more as you develop. If you live in your head, it’s safe to say, Sebastian would notice, quickly. When you’d talk to him about your thoughts that have painted themselves upon actions, he’d justify your actions, agreeing with you in the manner you’ve handled situations. Rather amused with your internal conflict, he’d know exactly what to say to bring you to your breaking point. He wouldn’t need to take credit for what he believes he’s nurtured, the simple terror in the words and thoughts of others around you would be enough for him. 

Spencer Reid: He’d definitely try to fix you, constantly seeing the better side of you and making excuses for your actions. The logical side in him is screaming at him to make the better choice, the statistically beneficial one, yet when it comes to his feelings, Spencer has never been the type to follow his head. This would make him battle his morale daily, trying to weigh out the options, seek different methods to approach you. In his desperation, don’t be surprised if he attempts to change you and use anything and everything against your subconscious if talking to you directly won’t work or isn’t enough. 

[obeymebabes]

A Surprise Adventure (Levi x MC)

A/N: Happy Birthday to the well known shy otaku snakey fish boy of Devildom! While he may not be my favorite, he is certainly a cutie. May his birthday be a pleasant one.

Warnings: None, just a happy otaku boy on an adventure.

Summary: Leviathan’s big day has arrived, and he has been transported into a "simulation". With the help of MC, he must gain a special item to gift to the evil prince who has taken his brothers captive! The adventure awaits!

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“Levi? Helloooo? Wake up! Your adventure is awaiting!” You nudged the Avatar of Envy, trying to wake him from whatever dream he was having.

He stirred, groaning a bit, but after shaking him just a bit more, you could see his eyes flutter open.

Seeing your familiar figure standing over him in the comfort of his bed-tub he smiled a little, a blush forming rather rapidly on his cheeks. You watched as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Leviathan! Finally you are awake. It is urgent! You must hurry!” Tugging on his arm, you ripped him from the comfort of his warm blanket and Ruri body pillow, earning a soft yell from him as he stumbled to follow you.

“MC? What is going on? What happened? Is everything okay?” Panic quickly waved over him. He had no idea what was happening. Perfect. It seems your plan is working so far.

“Admiral you must see this! It is your brothers! It appears that your brothers have been taken captive by the evil Lord of Devildom, and he is challenging YOU to get them back!” Acting as dramatic as you can, you pointed to a video conveniently pulled up on his computer. 

“W-What!? Admiral? What is this? Is that.. Is that Lord Diavolo?” His eyes narrowed as he tried to process everything in his head. Clicking play on the video, he watched closely. 

The video showed a rather menacing looking Lord Diavolo, and behind him, the six brothers, shackled in very real looking chains, calling out for help from their rescuer.

“If you wish to see your brothers again, I request that you bring me a gift in exchange for them. It must not be any gift, you see. It must be special. A once in a lifetime item that will be impossible to replicate. Bring it to me and you will set your precious family free. I hope to see you soon, Grand Admiral Leviathan.” Lord Diavolo smirked with a wicked grin just before the camera cut out.

The wheels in Levi’s brain were spinning rapidly. Confusion was all over his face.

“Of course! I know what this is! This must be the new game that I pre-ordered. I never thought it would be so realistic.” He was babbling to himself, forgetting that you were still very much in the room with him.

Trying to regain his focus, you were quick to get back into character. “Grand Admiral? What are we to do about this? What could he possibly want as a gift?” 

Levi looked around, trying to figure out a possible solution. “I have plenty of limited edition items, this should be easy!” His voice was filled with confidence, as he went to look through his various Ruri-Chan items that were no longer in the place he remembered. A quick and easy vanishing spell granted by Solomon was much more effective than you imagined.

He frantically looked around his room, creating a mess of his once somewhat neat space. “Where are they!?” His voice was faltering, more panic setting in.

“Where is what?” You asked, confused, but calm, trying to keep up the false facade of being an ordinary game character of sorts. When he didn’t reply, you walked over and gently put a hand on his shoulder. “Admiral?” 

“I could have sworn they were all here! All of my limited edition Ruri-Chan items! They’re gone! Does this mean that I missed something? Are there any other clues from that video? What could Lord Diavolo possibly be asking for if I don’t have it?” Levi paced around the room, going back to his computer to check every detail. 

“Perhaps we can head to a local shop to see if there is anything of such a high value?” Trying to steer him onto the right track, you tried to bargain with him. The light in his eyes shined as he smiled excitedly. You could tell how excited he was to go on an adventure.

“That’s perfect! Yes! Let’s go! We can’t waste any time!” Grabbing your arm, he was quick to try to pull you from the room but you stopped him just before he was able to go out.

“Grand Admiral, I believe you need to change. You can’t possibly go out looking like this. Your uniform is pressed and awaiting you in the closet. I will be waiting just outside the door for you. Please do hurry.” With a smile, you headed out of his room, patiently waiting for Levi to return in his special outfit.

While waiting for him, you quickly and sneakily texted the group chat to let everyone know your current situation, and that the plan was indeed working. Mammon was the first to reply, saying that it was unbelievable that he was even buying it, and that he was gullible, which led to an argument about Mammon. But time was ticking, and he seemed eager. So you simply texted “everyone be ready” and made sure to tuck your temporary phone away.

Another minute passed and Levi finally hyped himself up enough to walk through the door. Dressed in a customized admiral outfit, you could see the glow of confidence radiating off of him. He was standing a little taller, with a more sophisticated smile. He didn’t look like the normal every day otaku that his brothers always made fun of. This was a different Levi. A confident Levi.

“Let’s go. We can’t waste any time. I can’t let anything happen to my brothers.” He ushered you to follow him, leading you both out of the door where a ride was waiting to take you to the Devildom Shoppes.

Upon your arrival, everything seemed normal, there were people all around, walking around, looking at items, just another normal day in Devildom. That was until Levi began to make his way through the crowd, with you following a close pursuit behind him. The crowd parted for him, allowing him to pass with ease, bowing slightly in his presence, just as they would for a well known and well praised admiral.

You could even hear faint whispering about him. All good things to feed into Leviathan’s confidence, should he be listening. He deserves it, after all.

Looking back and holding the door for you, he waited for you to enter the store with him. Upon entering, you could see all of the various rare collectible items. The store had everything Levi could dream of, all of the items he had thought he owned just a bit ago back in his room. Quickly, he started looking around, seeing as he was familiar with the items.

Following close behind, you made eye contact with the person on the other side of the shelf that Levi was currently looking through.

“What do you think of this?” The Avatar of Envy held up a rare figurine. “Do you think this would be enough to get my brothers back? It is a one of a kind misprinted figure.” Seeing the slight frustration in his eyes, you shook your head.

“It has to be super special. Something that cannot be replicated.” You reminded him, cueing the other person in the store to make his move.

“You are looking for something special hm?” A voice spoke, causing Levi to look up.

“Solomon?” He asked under his breath, hoping the white haired familiar didn’t pick up on it.

“I may have something that could be of interest.” The shady wizard smirked, looking around to make sure they were alone.

Levi was interested, waiting to see what Solomon had. Carefully, the sorcerer pulled a shimmering, glowing book from a magical inside pocket of his coat. The otaku’s eyes lit up, immediately recognizing the item of interest.

“What?! Is that the first ever draft of TSL? Hand-written and signed by the author!?” Levi could hardly contain his excitement. He was nearly squealing like a nerd at the sight of such a beloved item that he had never pictured being so close to. He reached to hold it.

“Indeed it is.” Solomon’s pulled the book away right before Levi’s hand touched it. “Ah, are you sure this is something you are looking for, however? It is my prized possession and I would hate to let it go to the wrong hands.” The wizard’s words were meant to be condescending, but with the confidence Levi had gained over the last hour or so, along with his long dream of owning this special item, he nodded. “I will protect it with my life, you have my word.” 

With that, the book was now in Levi’s possession. He held it close to him, hugging it, and smiling with the biggest grin you had ever seen from him. Even dressed in an honorable outfit, he was still just the cute nerd that everyone loved.

“I must get going. I wish you good fortune on your journey, wherever it may take you.” Solomon smiled and headed out of the store, assumingly to head back to the castle where the others are waiting patiently.

“Now, Grand Admiral, do you have a plan for how to go about this exchange?” You asked, intrigued to know what Levi had in mind, now that he had just gotten the one thing he would very likely never let go of.

“Of course I have a plan, but we have to get to the castle. I can’t wait any longer.” With a smile, he held out his arm for you to go in front of him, leaving the store behind. Onwards to the castle.

Upon reaching the “evil” castle, you entered, and it wasn’t quite the sight you were expecting. Diavolo really had gone above and beyond decorating the place. It wasn’t the light, bright, uplifting golden color everyone was used to, instead it seemed more dull, and gloomy, radiating the “evil” that was intended.

Speaking of the devil, appearing from the shadows came Lord Diavolo, in his demon form to appear more sinister, playing the part quite well, in fact. “Ah, Grand Admiral Leviathan. I see you have finally come to rescue your helpless brothers.” With a twisted smile Diavolo greeted Levi, and Levi’s face turned from confidence to the slightest hint of fear. 

Mustering up any and all courage, he spoke. “I have. Where are they? I have what you’ve asked for. But I will not give it to you blindly.” Leviathan flashed the glimmering book, earning a chuckle from the demon lord. 

“Smart one you are. Very well. Follow me.” The prince spoke, guiding both Levi and you down the hallway. Luckily for you, everyone else, and Levi, he never pays attention when he is at the castle. There are too many rooms, hallways, and places to get lost, so he never bothers to look beyond where he is supposed to be. This works in your favor rather well.

There was a large set of doors, the handles wrapped in a lingering smokey magic, a seal to ensure that no one was getting in or out. Levi had looked to you, cautiously, almost worried that something bad were to be behind this set of doors that he had never seen before. With a snap of the prince’s fingers, the smoke dissipated from the handles and Diavolo slowly opened the doors.

Behind them, was not at all what Levi was imagining. He nearly froze in shock, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open, and his brain desperately trying to make sense of what was before him.

“Surprise!! Happy Birthday Levi!” Everyone yelled as colorful confetti flew through the air. Setting a hand on the special boy’s shoulder, you guided him into the room. 

“What is all of this?” He asked you, looking around to see all of the familiar faces. His brothers, Solomon, Luke, Simeon, Barbatos, and even Diavolo. 

“A surprise party, duh!” You laughed, watching as the otaku’s mind shatters right before your very eyes.

“You should have seen the look on your face!” Mammon called from the corner, getting jabbed in the arm by Lucifer. 

“Wait- So this isn’t a game?!” His eyes filled with concern as he looked down at the outfit he was wearing, and took another look at the book in his grasp.

“No, it isn’t a game. MC thought it would be a fun idea to lead you on an adventure to get you to actually come here. We were all in on it. I’d say they did a pretty good job!” Diavolo’s bellowing laugh was accompanied by the biggest grin. 

“And before you ask, that book is yours now Levi. I know you will take great care of it. I got special permission from the author himself.” The sorcerer spoke, glancing at Simeon, who shared a pleased smile, followed by a soft nod.

The embarrassed and blushing demon turned to you. “Wow.. I-I can’t believe you did this all for me. This was the best birthday ever!!” With a shy, but excited grin, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I won’t ever forget today. Thank you, MC. I can’t wait to post about this!”

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[frenchy-and-the-sea]

Can I have a number 17 and 21 for Val and uhhhhhh number 4 and 47 for Tahir please 👁👁 Or maybe all four for both but that might be Greedy of me to ask 😳

For you, Maia? I do all. <3

4. What do they consider to be an unforgivable action? Why?

- This is easy to do for both of them because Val actually spawned initially from a root of Tahir, so they both have the same answer: wanton callousness and violence. Tahir and Val have both spent an exceptionally long time around people and situations that are inherently violent: Tahir in the Navy, Val doing her whole adventuring shtick. They've seen enough pain and bloodshed to last a lifetime and then some. When they see people being careless with life, it strikes a deep chord of righteous anger in both of them. (The only difference is that Val has a seed of that anger reserved exclusively for herself after some Backstory Shit. She's working to make up for it.)

17. Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

- Val is soft for anyone and everyone who has ever tasted a spark of wanderlust. She is willing to extend a hand (and a full arm, most of the time) to any traveler that asks it of her, and many who do not. She feels deeply and strongly for people who wish to be a part of the world's roads, and it is unfortunately where her gullibility shines the most. She finds herself unbelievably trusting of anyone that she meets who shares her desire for freedom. That said, she does find it....a touch difficult to be as soft as she feels. People often look to her for strength, so she's much quicker to default to being a shield than a home - regardless of what she WANTS to be.

- Tahir, meanwhile, is just....deeply soft for kids. Especially kids in need. At his core, he is a big, sappy-hearted dad who has yet to actually BECOME a dad, so he moves heaven and earth for the kids he does know instead. His niece and nephew are easily the most loved kids in the entire world. And, as you might have guessed, he has absolutely no qualms letting on just how much he cares for them.

21. What would be one item that they would hate to lose most?

- Val isn't an especially material person, honestly. She has a few sentimental objects, but her memory for people is very long, and she doesn't feel the need to hold onto trinkets that will just burden her on the road. That said....she's got a cloak that our bard Sarula had magically dyed for her, which once a day lets her cast Dimension Door. That thing has helped her save a drowning child, drag her adopted brother out of the way of a dragon's blast when he was unconscious, and put our monk on a tower to stop a gith from raining fireballs down on her girlfriend. It's, uh. It has paid itself back IMMENSELY. She'd be very sore to lose it.

- Tahir also doesn't have a lot of space for sentiment on his very mobile lifestyle, but he keeps a broken compass on him almost constantly. It was a gift from one of his youngest sisters when he first put to sea, because she was under the impression that he wouldn't be able to come home without having one. The thought disturbed her so much that she tore the entire city apart looking for one to give him so he could make it back. It was mostly dysfunctional to start with and fully does not work now, but I think he'd be loathe to lose it.

47. What is your character’s reaction when someone does something nice for them?

- Tahir is gracious with his thank-yous and stores the favor for later. Val... can come across as almost apologetic when someone is nice to her LMAO. Acts of Service is her love language, yes, but she has a hard time accepting them.

Ask me about my OCs!

[rurulyywrites]

How my OC's would do in Beanfest•rhc•

Type: RHC/random head canon

Plot: how would Ruru and friends (Ursula, Eliza and Sheila)would do in Beanfest

These are random head canons that I make because of one of two reasons:

I didn't make a oneshot

I have a writer's block and used my spinning wheel

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Koharuki Lee/Ruru(Diasomnia):

• worst depth perception ever. Please don't have them in farmers team. They don't have prescripted glasses,nor contacts. But they're good at stealth.

• but did do taekwondo classes around middle school as self defence and practices. So monsters team would be a good bet.

• of course,they were in farmers.

• "Wha--?! Sir! I don't have prescripted glasses! I have the worst depth per--" "being a bad boy,puppy?" "*HISS*" "bad pup"

• "it's alright,Ru--" "SHEI HOW IS THIS ALRIGHT?! MY EYES ARE TERRIBLE!" "Stop complaining,puppy" "*HISS INTENSIFY*"

• as you can tell,they're not in good amends with Crewel.

• but they did practice a few weeks back out of sheer nervousness

• "the world is against me.." Ru muttered as Y/n nervously chuckled "What? All teachers know I have the worst depth perception out of everyone here." Ru said as they rolled their eyes and tsked.

•Shei was with them so they're pretty fine with it. They prefer duos than teams since there's too many people to think about unlike duo. Shei had all the bean guns while Ruru defends Shei with offense and beans. No gun,just bean.

• "I'm starving--" "I SWEAR TO GOD RU,IF YOU EAT THAT BEAN I WILL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU SHIT THAT OUT!" Shei shouts,Ruru being slightly worried if monsters hears them...

• doesn't let anyone else join,but Shei insists. "Thank you for inviting me,Ru!" Deuce said as an irk showed on their head "It was Shei. You came in, I didn't want you--" "DONT BE MEAN!".

• They were the one that decided to hide in the trees,with Deuce being bait (he's been bait before *AHEM CATER*) but he doesn't get chased away since they wouldn't even get 5 meters close since the monsters would be out. They're just like spawn trapping-ish

• "This is nice. I love this idea" Ruru muttered as soon as they ran out of beans. Shei picks up all the missed beans as they smiled at Deuce "Check the map,potato. Look for the nearest farmer's supply chest" Ru said as they wrapped an arm around Deuce's shoulder.

• Has a plan b for plan a. And plan c is just an improv and planned last minute. You will have a 87.9% chance of winning beans day/beanfest(depends on what language you play)

• "Hey Shei! Can I joi--" "No" "But Deuce--" "Deuce is the perfect bait. We invited him because he looks vulnerable, gullible, naive, idiotically adorable, weak and juvenile" Ru states as the person leaves. "Was that a--" "I don't give compliments,savour that moment"

• no weapon of choice. Although the potions are all theirs. They manage to do so much stuff with just 30 seconds of invisibility. Its pretty unbelievable

• by a turn of events and Y/n being 0.9 millisecond late,they lost.

• "but how..?! I have calculated and run the numbers! I have memorized how long and how hard everyone practiced and their relationship with the opposing team! This is impossible!*mumbling numbers*" Ru mumbled as Y/n sighed "Hey,it's not about win--" "I SWEAR IF YOU SAY THAT EXTREMELY CLICHÉ LINE I WILL KILL EVERYONE--" "Bad pup!" "*HISS*"

• they've never felt their ego crumble like alot of tin foil you thought would be enough for a huge foil ball but it was nothing nearly even half the size of one

Sheila Marikitatji(Heartslabyul):

• best for farmers team. Her shooting is very accurate but not quite as stealthy. She's more of a very talkative and loud than hush. But at least she's a Jack of all.

• "I GOT FARMERS!!!!" "Hush,pup!" "--sorry!.. yeeeesssss....!!!"

• she didn't need no training,she trained in the last minute. Wish I could say she regretted but.. she's surprisingly good. A natural,even.

• "HA! COME AT ME,GAGONG BYETTCHHH!!! AHAHAHAHA!!!!". Not really an evil laugh but how that one friend laughs so loud.

• doesn't want to close her phone since they wanna vlog everything and post in Magicame. Always gets Cater's notifications and has to look,like and comment on it. Probably why her and Ru keep getting caught. They're hanging on a thread.

• Wanted to volunteer as a bait but Ru denies.

• Will invite anyone and EVERYONE

• Not guaranteed that you'll win with her and only her,but you all can win together. Her theme is literally "We're all in this together" from High School Musical,what do you expect

• weapon of choice, bean launcher. She's got a good accuracy even without her powers. Born a jack of all literally and magically.

• didn't really care about winning or losing. But didn't say the cliché line for Ru's sake. Tried so hard to calm the poor one. She had fun,that's for sure. And congratulated Azul

Ursula Gutio(Octavinelle):

• Its left eye is a little off point. But its fine.

• Wanted to be with Ru,so anywhere they are. It wants to be there too.

• Ruru took a deep breath as they pulled a piece of paper containing their team. "Oh--? I'm monsters! Ru..?" Ursula asked as it saw Ru who was staring at the paper with such disbelief and confusion. "Uh..?" "SIR--"

• "GAHDDAMMIT IM STUCK WITH TENTACLE BITCH AND I CANT EVEN REACH ANYONE! THANKS FOR BEING 5'0 AND BEING WITH THIS BITCH!" "EXCUSE YOU I AM JUST AS ANNOYED OF HAVING A SCAMMING IMP ON THIS TEAM!" "WHAT IN THE GODDAMN HELL'S KITCHEN DID YOU SAY TO ME PUNK?! ILL KICK THE EVER LOVING KITCHEN NIGHTMARES OUT OF YOUR MONSTRO LOUNGE!!" *Azul and Ursula continue bickering* "they act like siblings" Lilia said as he looks at the two "They're not?" Sebek asks,confused. "Thankfully aren't. Can't imagine having to deal with it and him at the same time as both friend and partner" Jamil said as he sighed. They're really not a nauseance if they're not put in the same room/place together.

• doesn't like physical combat so it relies on traps and ideas. *Ding!!* "Someone's caught in my trap! What great suprise! Vanrouge,please follow me. I physically cannot catch them"

• Has someone else(mostly Lilia or Jamil) to catch and eliminate the person in the trap. Its not here for points. Its for experimentals.

• "GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE" "would you like to be apart of the monster's team in exchange for your freedom of my trap?" "HELL NO!" "Vanrouge,kindly eliminate." "Gladly!" "Unwanted test subjects shouldn't exist."

• "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Azul and Jamil exclaimed as they see 3 of the Farmer's team with Ursula "What... The fuck?!" Jamil asked as Ursula smiled "It didn't use magic,don't worry." "HOW?!" "Training,and independence. Puppets! Go and catch us farmers" "Yes,our ruler!".

• the traitors of Farmers were definitely going to get a mark seal as soon as the beanfest was over.

• high win rate with her. As long as you're good with physical activities. Or maybe you're not and you both will just look like two weak idiots with Lilia having to be constantly near you two to not get eliminated.

• weapon of choice,none. Except for blackmail, and trades. In all seriousness,it'd have a regular bean launcher. Accuracy might not be good but better than combat.

• Wanted to rub success on Ru's face but when it saw them pull out a calculator,they decided nevermind. Azul and it were debating about who made the team win/who carried. It didn't end too good..

Eliza Dmitir (Scarabia):

• Just wants to be with everyone. But was in the monster's team.

• "..... I got.. monsters..." She said,lowly as she looked over at her best friends. "Why must we be separated" Ursula said as it hugged Ru as Sheila and Eliza joined. "Besties will not eliminate each other. Got it?" Eliza said as everyone agreed.

• even though she has glasses,don't underestimate her fact buff. She will spot a hunter,ask multiple questions and have another person capture the farmers

• "ah. Did you know that shipments are for cars and cargo is for ships?" ".... Thanks for not letting me sleep but aren't you supposed to be capturing us?" "Sleep is like dying without commitment" "like I said,that's something I'll be lacking" "You can never say 'happiness' without 'penis'" "OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP AND CAPTURE US ALREADY!!" The farmer whined as Eliza smirked "Gladly." And with that signal,Jack captured the farmer. "Y'know,that also made me think about it" Jack said as Eliza chuckled "I know."

• high fucking win rate since the farmers will either surrender or get captured. Truth is painful,they said.

• other than obnoxious truth facts. Her weapon would be a long range bean launcher. Mainly because she doesn't like close combat fighting because of her glasses.

• was glad to win,and also posted all the photos she took all at once in Magicame. She knew about Cater posting everytime in Magicame so she easily located him. And also with a few close calls of capturing him.

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Bonus:

Ru and Sheila were walking around with Deuce,looking for more supplies. Not as if they needed it,buy because they'll give it to poor Y/n, Grim and Cater.

While they were looking around,Ru suddenly heard someone in the bushes "Trees,now!" They said as the three got on the tree. "Get the guns loaded,fella--" *bang!!*

It sounded like it hit someone. It wasn't Sheila,nor Ru. It was Deuce "DEUCE!" Sheila said as he took a moment to process everything. "I'm... Shot.. I'm eliminated?" Deuce said,like he was on the bridge of bursting to tears "Deuce... No... This can't be.. who'd do this?!" Sheila said as Ruru gripped tightly on the beans on her hand. "I know you're there...

Ursula and Eliza"

"Well looky here,such a poor unfortunate soul!"

"Meet a blast from the past, hunnyboos!"

"Wrenched bitches. *Cocks beangun* it's gonna be off with your head,baby"

"Well no one informed me that guns were necessary in this party"

"No body out each other... Ever..?"

"NEVER! IN MY SANDY DORM WILL I EVER!"

"Dude there's too many fishes out there to grill,Liz. Never."

"Chances of that are lower than me actually being invited to the gardening club"

"Well the odds of me doing that are lower than losing black jack"

Those words are utterly meaningless.

"We doing this quick or nah?" Ru and Shei jumped down the tree to meet with Ursula and Eliza. "Why not have a little fun?" Eliza asked

"Y'know, I'd love to. But I'm sarcastic. Dance bitches!!" Ru said as they started to throw beans while Ursula and Eliza dodge. Shei also being mindful with the beans.

The scene was like it was from an anime. Ursula and Eliza dodging faster than light but Ru and Shei were reacting and shooting/throwing faster than light. But since light is the fastest of all,none seem to be succeeding.

Minutes later. Eliza has their claws on Shei's head while her gun was pointing at Ursula while its hands were ready to capture Ruru who was ready than ever to throw beans at Eliza.BForming a chain reaction when someone tries to hurt the other.

Cater, Y/n, Grim, Deuce, Lilia, Jack, Ace and Jamil were all watching. Cater was livestreaming everything as soon as he saw it all happen. Now having 30k viewers.

Live at NRC's beanfest;

Four 4lifers bffs,two on each opposite teams, fight!

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"One of us hit the other, we're starting a chain reaction." "Yea no shit Sherlock. I don't have to be a jack of all to know that" "Oh I'm so fucking tempted to strangle your neck bitch."

"Try me,I'll place a bean through Eliza's skull" "you wouldn't" want me to try" Ru barks back at Ursula. The actual festival was literally stopped to watch this scene.

"Follows are flowing in by the second!" Cater whispers as he sees his account go skyrocket in follows. This will be viral.

"Even the teachers aren't budging,everyone wants to see it" Ace says as he saw Crewel and Ashton behind him. "This is very-... ⁱᵐᵐᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ" Riddle mutters the last part.

"No one moves? Someone has to set the bomb to tick" "alright then you do it,sea witch" "Hey! Don't call Ursula that." "Eliza,I swear to God. YOU COULDN'T CARE FOR SHIT" Shei said as Ru cracked her neck and back.

"To be fair,being like this hurts." Ursula said as Ru adjusted their throwing stance to crack their stiff body. Unknowingly,Ursula did the same and followed by Shei and Eliza.

"Why the hell are we even doing this? Let's just out each other!" Ru said as the three agreed "Alright,no hard feelings?" Shei asked as the rest agreed. "4...." "3!" "2..." "Uno!"

*BANG!*

"Sheila Marikitatji, Koharuki Lee, Ursula Gutio, and Eliza Dmitir! Eliminated!" Crowley proudly shouts as the crowd cheered. "CATER ARE YOU FUCKING LIVESTREAMING?!"

Shei asked "I'm gaining followers,so are the four of you" "honestly don't mind" Eliza said as Ursula chuckled. "Anyone wanna go Netflix chilling or nah?"

Shei asked as the three looked at her "Is that a goddamn question." Eliza said "Hell no! Let's fucking go! I wanna eat something so bad" Ursula says as her stomach rumbles

"You glutton"

"you lust"

"you pride"

"you sloth."

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Update A/n here!

I have a powershortage rn and I might not be able to post this on Tumblr any time soon.. it's 4:20 pm atm and I think this power shortage will last about 7 hours mainly because an electricity tower exploded.

Just to keep you updated! This is update a/n,signing out! Stay safe o7

Update #2!

Wassup Tumblr!!! I had a power shortage that's why the wattpad came first and this came an hour late:((

[flightfoot]

Maribat is weird to me; from what I've read of Damien in the comics, he and Marinette would NOT like each other. It seems really hard to earn Damien's respect and he's always bucking to take charge, and I don't see him accepting Ladybug's leadership in a team-up. And Marinette is a big romantic and the guys she likes (Adrien & Luka) are big romantics, while Damien has problems with intimacy and expressing affection, which was a source of tension in his relationship with Djinn in Teen Titans.

Yeah, their actual compatibility was never considered when coming up with that pairing. I tried several of those stories when it was starting out because I like Damian and I thought it could be an interesting crossover, but... yeah no.

I even tried the original story that started it. It just made Damian a reserved, but polite young man who fell madly in love with Marinette the instant he heard her voice, before even locking eyes on her, calling her an “angel”. 

I’m pretty sure the author had little interest in what Damian’s actually like canonically and just grabbed the Robin who’s currently closest in age to Marinette, erased his personality, and then inserted one that was more suitable for romancing Marinette.

I’ve literally never seen a fic for Damian X Marinette that attempted to have the romance be in-character, even if they might’ve been before that point. As soon as the romance starts, one or both of their personalities are swapped out, they’re THAT incompatible.

Best guess for why it’s a thing, to the point that it’s attracting people who were never even really into Miraculous Ladybug in the first place? It scratches the same sort of itch that Twilight does.

A lot of people (especially teens) like fantasies where the poor, abused and mistreated girl is taken away to some other place to be with people who can TRULY appreciate her worth, who fall in love with her instantly and dote on her even though they're known for being withdrawn and broody, because the girl is just THAT special, and who shows the world how unbelievably talented, smart, and powerful she is so everyone else can gush over how amazing she is.

Honestly I wouldn’t care if it wasn’t derived from salt. A lot of people in that fandom don’t seem to recognize when one of their fics is maligning a character in a way that’s not even remotely justified, because the source material they’re drawing from are largely other saltfics.

So Alya seems to be considered to be at LEAST a Lila sycophant who ditches Marinette AT BEST as a baseline for those stories, and a violent, abusive, gullible moron who’s a useless leech on the people around her at worst.

Adrien... actually is occasionally treated more kindly? From what I saw, he has a better record of making it through OK than Alya and the class at least. I suspect because a lot of the people writing it care more about the “bullying by people who should have had your back” aspects than just being insufficiently helped by a friend, as often is portrayed in Adrien salt, or being sexually harassed, as occurs in Chat salt. Not that those things DON’T happen in Mari//bat, it actually has some of the grossest examples of it, but Adrien at least has a shot of being portrayed sympathetically without needing to grovel within the story itself.

Basically, the reason it doesn’t make sense is because you’re imagining that the characters within the story are actually, well, in-character, and aren’t simply OC stand-ins drawn from saltfics. Which means they import the same problems, like replacing Alya with a disgustingly racist caricature for the purpose of punishing her as extremely as possible. Though I’ll admit I’m not sure how much of that was because it was intended to be racist, and how much of it was more usual bashing because the author despises Alya and wishes to project their negative experiences onto her, and that ended up coincidentally coinciding with the “Angry Black Woman” and “Welfare Queen” stereotypes. 

Either way those REALLY should be excised from depictions of Alya, especially since even the most hateful analyses I’ve seen of her that actually draw from canon can’t find support for them applying to Alya.

[good-omens-classic]

Hi Good Omens fans, ever since making this blog, and trawling through the archives for old art, I have been thinking again about trends from before the TV-show, and the way people draw Aziraphale and Crowley.  I wanted to make this post addressing it but this is not “discourse” or to start a fight, in fact I would be perfectly content if all I did was make people think critically about what I am about to say and not even interact with this post at all, but I feel like I need to say it.

Talking about any racist undertones to the way people draw our two favorite boys usually makes people dig their heels in pretty fast.  This is not a callout post for any artist in particular, this is not me trying to be overly critical of artists especially since they have more talent and skill than I do, and I’m going to address some common counterpoints that I frankly find unsatisfactory.  Let’s just take a moment to set aside our defensiveness and think objectively about these trends.  It took me a while to unlearn my dismissive attitude about these concerns so maybe I can help others get over that hurdle a little faster.  Now let’s begin.

I’ve been kicking around the Good Omens fandom since maybe 2015 and for art based in book canon, whether it was made before the TV show came out, or because the artist is consciously drawing different, original designs, I’m going to estimate that a decent 75% of all fanart looks like this

Aziraphale is white and blonde and blue-eyed while Crowley is the typical “racially ambiguous” brown skin tone it’s become so popular to draw podcast characters as nowadays.

And the question is why?  With the obvious answer being “it’s racist,” but let’s delve a little deeper than that.

A common thing I hear is that people get appearance headcanons fixed in their mind because the coverart of the book pictures the characters a certain way.  My first point is this only shifts the question to why the illustrators drew them that way, when there aren’t many physical descriptions in the book.  My second point is that while there definitely are cover arts that picture Aziraphale as cherubic, blonde, and white and Crowley as swarthy, dark-skinned, and racially ambiguous...

(side note: why is Crowley’s hand so tiny?  what the hell is going on in this cover?)

It’s much more common for the covers to simplified, stylized, and without any particular unambiguous skin tones

I don’t know about the UK but the most popular version in the United States is the dual black and white matching covers

And while you could make an argument that the shading on Crowley’s face could suggest a darker skintone, it seems obvious to me that lacking any color these are not supposed to suggest any particular race for either of these two, and the contrasting colors are a stylistic choice to emphasize how they are on opposite sides.  If anything, to me it suggests they are both white.

In short I simply do not buy the argument that people are drawing Aziraphale and Crowley this way because that’s how they were represented on the cover art of the book.  If you draw them the way they are on the cover then whatever, I don’t care, but I don’t believe that’s what’s driving this trend.

The second thing people will say is that Good Omens is a work of satire, and it’s based in Christian mythology which has this trend of depicting angels as white, and it is embodying the trope of a “white, cherubic angel” paired with a dark-skinned demon for the explicit purpose of subverting the trope of “white angel is good, dark demon is bad” since Aziraphale is not an unambiguous hero and Crowley is not a villain.  “It’s not actually like that because Crowley isn’t a bad demon, and Aziraphale isn’t actually a perfect angel” is the argument.  This has a certain logic to it and allows some nuance to the topic, but to this I say:

Uncritically reproducing a trope, even in the context of a satire novel, is not enough to subvert it.  Good Omens is not criticising the racist history of the church, and while the book does have some pointed jabs at white British culture (such as Madam Tracy conning gullible Brits with an unbelievably ignorant stereotype of a Native American) it is not being critical of the conception of angels as white and blonde or the literal demonization of non-white people.  That’s just not what the book is about.  So making the angel white and the demon dark-skinned, playing directly into harmful tropes and stereotypes, is not somehow subversive or counter-cultural when doing so doesn’t say anything about anything.

Please consider fully the ramifications of the conception of white and blonde people as innocent and cherubic and dark-skinned people as infernal and mischievous, especially in modern contexts...

Black people are more likely to be viewed as violent, angry, and dangerous.  Priming with a dark-skinned face makes people more likely to mistake a tool for a gun.  Black people are viewed as experiencing pain less intensely by medical professionals.  Black men are viewed as physically larger and more imposing than they actually are.  The subconscious racial bias favoring light skin is so ingrained it’s measurable by objective scientific studies, on top of the anecdotal evidence of things like news stories choosing flattering, “cherubic” pictures of white and blond criminals while using unflattering mugshots for non-white offenders.

This is why I say that if you’re going to invoke the “whites are angelic” trope, you better have a damn good subversion of it to justify it, because this idea causes real harm to real people in the real world.  And Aziraphale being a bit of a bastard despite being an angel, I just don’t see that as sufficient.  I am especially cautious of when it’s my fellow white fans that make this argument, not because I believe they do this out of any sort of malice or hatred of people with dark skin, but because I know first-hand it stems from a dismissiveness rooted in not wanting to think about it for too long because it makes us uncomfortable.  Non-white people do not have the luxury of not thinking about it, because it’s part of their life.

Now the strongest textual evidence people use, in the absence of much real descriptor, is this:

"Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Two of these were wrong; Heaven is not in England, whatever certain poets may have thought, and angels are sexless unless they really want to make an effort" 

This piece of art has circulated in the fandom for so long I don’t know the original artist and it’s been used for everything from fancovers to perfume.  This is where I found it and it’s one of the first things that come up when you google this quote about Aziraphale.  

Doesn’t it just feel like this is the man that’s describing, some blonde effeminate gay man?  Well guess what, there’s the “blonde as innocence” trope rearing its ugly head again, because the stereotype of gay men and effeminacy as being a white and blonde thing is--ding ding ding you guessed it--racism.  And why would intelligent suggest a white and blonde person, except if the stereotype of a dark-skinned person is less intelligent?

Now the point of “people assume Aziraphale is British” is another sticking point people will often use, claiming that the stereotype of a British person is white and blonde.  I guess this has some merit, since the British empire was one of the biggest forces behind white colonial expansion, and it seems disingenuous to assign “British” as “nonwhite” as soon as we’re being satirical, in the same way I found it distasteful that the TV show made God female when so many of the criticisms of the church are about its misogyny and lose their teeth as soon as God is no longer male.

However consider that 1.4 million Indian people live in the UK.  I heard a man say aloud once that the concept of a black person having a British accent was a little funny, as though Doctor Who doesn’t exist and have black people on it.  And I’m not overly familiar with the social landscape of the UK, but I understand they’re experiencing a xenophobia boom and non-white Brits aren’t considered “really British.”  The stereotype of non-white people not being British only exists because of reinforcement in media.  If you really want to be subversive, drawing Aziraphale as Indian goes way further than drawing him as white IMO.

Now let’s talk about Crowley.  He is almost always drawn with a darker skin tone than Aziraphale, even when they are both white, and while I’ve outlined above how this is problematic on terms of linking light skin with innocence, I think it does have an extra layer.  I think it also has to do with the exotification and fetishization of brown skin and non-white people.

This artist’s tumblr is gone now but their art is still on dA and while it’s definitely beautiful and well-done, I think this is a very good example of what I’m talking about.

Crowley and Aziraphale necessarily contrast each other, so describing Aziraphale as “British” might suggest that Crowley is “foreign-looking.”  I also know *ahem* that the fandom generally thirsts over Crowley to hell and back, so making him a swarthy, tall dark and handsome is not necessarily surprising.

An interesting thing happened when the TV show came out, and everyone started drawing Michael Sheen!Aziraphale and David Tennant!Crowley more and more often:  It’s not ubiquitous, but it does happen that sometimes artists will draw David Tennant’s skin darker than it actually is.  The subconscious urge to see Crowley with dark skin is for some reason that strong for many people.  And I really encourage people doing this to think about why.  Not naming any names but I’ve working with fanartists before for collabs who I had to ask to lighten “bad guy” demon’s skin tones because it looked like they were making the skin darker on purpose to make them look scarier.  This person is a perfectly pleasant person who tries not to be racist!  And we both still fell into it accidentally, and it took me a while to notice and point it out, because the ingrained stigmatization of darker skin is pervasive yet often goes unnoticed.

What is the solution?  I don’t know, and as a white person I’m not really qualified to make that call.  Do we draw them both with the exact same skin tone?  Is it better to make them both white?  Should we make both of them non-white?  Should we only make Aziraphale non-white?  I am consciously aware of the fact that the Good Omens fandom is mostly white people, so most of the art we make is being both made by and consumed by white people, so I don’t feel comfortable saying “draw these characters of color specifically” because that can also veer into fetishization territory very quickly.  This is not specific to good omens but I think we should pay attention to what fans of color say in all fandom spaces and weigh our choices even if they seem insignificant.  And it’s important to realize that fans of color will not be a monolith in their opinion either, and it’s our responsibility to recognize that everyone can be affected by racism and social issues differently, the same way all women are affected by misogyny differently so just because one woman says such as such is misogynistic and another says it’s not.  I’m sure there are non-white fans who think it’s perfectly fine to draw Aziraphale as white and Crowley as ambiguously non-white.  I’m not saying they’re wrong.  And I’m not saying you can’t reblog this kind of art, or that people who make or made it should feel bad about themselves.  But so often this sort of thing goes unaddressed just because people don’t like thinking about it, and well, avoiding hard questions never really goes well I think.

[alltheangstmygifttoyou]

Soulmate AU Part 6

A/N: I lied apperenlty we’re back to shorter snippets. I feel bad for Jester here, a lot. And Noah. But mostly Jester. But things are only going to get worse for her. Damn. I’d hate to be one of my OC’s.

Summery: Jester is a bit paranoid now that Malcolm seemingly out of the blue has stopped teasing her about Noah, so she confronts him, only to be told she’s already met Noah. But she hasn’t, she would know if she had met her soulmate right?

Word Count: 1664

TW: mentioned violence, manipulation

Jester was glad that Malcolm had stopped bringing up Noah, but was suspicious about why. He had been lording it over her that he was going to show her soulmate how much of a bitch she was for weeks, it wasn’t like him to suddenly give up. She was glad the constant reminders had stopped, but it put her on edge. Elena was glaring at her more often, which left her disappointed in a way she could never express. She didn’t really know what she had done so wrong to make them both ignore and glare so much. Despite how pathetic it was their daily passing of insults was the most she got to talk to people. Everyone else avoided her. Jesse also seemed extremely pissed with her, but that wasn’t completely unusual. Maybe trying to bring the two of them together had been too much. She was sure that the two together would make each other happy, if they actually gave each other a chance. They worked well together now when they wanted to rise up against her. If Jesse could just get over the fact that Malcolm was gay and there was a high chance Jesse himself was gay then they would be fine. If it hadn’t been for Mother Jesse never would have thought that way in the first place. He had been so excited when Malcolm had first started writing to him.

Jester sat at Malcolm’s table and waited for both him and Elena to come. If they were going to avoid her she would come to them. Malcolm seemed most upset by the fact that Jesse was homophobic, if Jester could show him that Jesse was trained to be that way and could change maybe he wouldn’t be so upset. It was chemistry and there were only two seats per table, and every table except for Jester’s assigned table was full. The two of them couldn’t switch tables without getting in trouble with the teacher. After a week of being avoided Jester had the perfect plan to get social interaction. She felt pathetic for this. Malcolm and Elena came in together. When they saw Jester sitting in Elena’s stool their eyes narrowed in unison. Jester would bet that they had practiced that.

“Do you want a repeat of last week?” Malcolm growled, but Jester didn’t remember anything happening last week beside teasing about Noah.

“Don’t you mean two weeks ago, and I remember that going a lot worse for you than me.” He had to be talking about when they cornered her with Jesse. That was the only significant thing they had done to her lately. That’s when Malcolm found out about Noah in the first place. Malcolm’s eyes narrowed even further.

“No, I’m talking about last week, when I ripped your bone through your arm,” Malcolm threatened, and Jester was sure it was just a threat. She didn’t remember anything like that happening last week, and it wasn’t the type of thing that one forgot.

“Sure you did, and I’m sure you’d do it in the middle of class too,” she answered and he sputtered. Elena stayed still, her orange eyes staring at Jester completely focused.

“I did! It wasn’t on purpose but it definitely happened. Right after we introduced you to Noah,” Malcolm sounded as confused as Jester felt. Jester crossed her arms and leaned back.

“I’m pretty sure I would remember meeting my soulmate Lockhart. What game are you playing?” She wouldn’t fall for it, she wouldn’t show them how much their teasing had affected her. She wouldn’t act desperate to know. Malcolm’s jaw dropped slightly.

“What game am I playing? What game are you playing! We introduced him to you in this classroom last week! He’s sitting right over there!” Malcolm shouted and Jester looked to the direction he was pointing only to see all of her normal classmates over there, and none of them were named Noah. She shook her head.

“You’re not going to make me act like a fool, I know everyone’s name in here and none of them are Noah.” Apparently her answer wasn’t enough to make him stop as Malcolm was motioning with both his arms in the same direction.

“What the hell Jester, Noah Treviti, blonde boy in the back, green eyes, messy hair. He’s wearing a light blue jacket?” Jester looked over again, but didn’t see anyone of that description. There were just the normal classmates. She looked back at Malcolm and looking into his eyes she could tell he wasn’t lying, but neither was she. Malcolm hadn’t known Noah’s last name before, she wasn’t sure how he would have found out without finding Noah. She looked again, but there was still nothing. She didn’t understand what was going on.

“What does Noah have to do with you apparently ripping a bone from my arm?” She asked, because apparently there was a connection.

“You seriously don’t remember any of that? Oh my God.” Malcolm exclaimed before going over and talking to someone, Jester couldn’t see who. Whoever it was seemed to be arguing with Malcolm, before Malcolm stormed back over without a person. “He won’t come near you, probably because of your little plan together, I bet this is all because of your little plan together.” Malcolm went on while Jester tried to figure out who the hell he had been talking to because she didn’t notice anyone there.

“Elena, I think he’s finally lost it. Malcolm’s gone off the deep end. I don’t even understand his mumbling anymore. Can you decipher this lost man’s words?” She asked the redhead, who had not stopped glaring.

“I don’t think this is a trick Malcolm.” Elena responded, ignoring Jester, who huffed. Apparently Elena had gone crazy too. Malcolm looked at Elena, then behind her to the door, where Jesse was walking in. Malcolm waved him over to which he complied with a sigh.“Did you do something to your sister?” Malcolm asked to which Jesse glared.

“No, last I heard you ripped her arm apart and I thought that was good enough.” Jesse’s response left Jester even more confused. So Jesse said he heard about it, which meant he wasn’t there but the information circulated around school. Which meant it happened and she just honestly didn’t remember it.

“She doesn’t remember,” Elena explained and Jesse rolled his eyes.

“She’s faking obviously. Now if you two gullible idiots are done wasting my time I’m going to sit down,” and he did. Mr. Workshire walked in and Jester moved back to her seat. She had gotten a conversation but she didn’t feel better. She spent all of class looking around for someone she didn’t recognize, for someone with messy blonde hair and green eyes but she didn’t notice anyone. She didn’t raise her hand to answer questions and while she did do the lab she didn’t do it well. The teacher seemed to notice her lack of enthusiasm and put a hand on her shoulder, one that stayed there long enough to make Jester uncomfortable, but she was too busy to say anything about it. When class was over and Jester packed up her things Jesse came over dragging behind a pale skinny boy with messy blonde hair.

“Noah, Jester, can I go now? She was obviously faking this whole time.” Jesse called out, while the boy who was apparently Noah seemed to be on the verge of tears. Malcolm separated Jesse’s tight grip from Noah’s arm and the two boys got into an argument. Jester didn’t listen, just examined the boy. She hadn’t noticed the boy all of class. He didn’t look familiar at all. His eyes sparkled a light green that reminded Jester of the moss covering a swamp. Maybe that comparison came to mind because the boy was now crying.

“Jesse, you made the tall boy cry, I think you should say sorry.” Jester called out, interrupting the argument. Jesse mumbled something before stomping off while Malcolm put his hands on Noah’s shoulders, who clearly tried to pull away, but Malcolm kept his hands there.

“Like you weren’t the one to make him cry Jester, what did you do to him?” Jester threw her head back at Malcolm’s exclamation only to drop it forward and rub her temples. She was starting to get a headache.

“I have never met him before, what could I have possibly done?” She asked and Malcolm began to rub the boy’s shoulder, who had begun to cry harder.

“Pretending you’ve never met him is probably what’s upsetting him.” Elena explained and Jester sighed.

“But I have never seen him before, what do you want from me? For all I know this is some random kid you’re pretending is Noah.” The two of them stared at her unbelieving before Elena took out a pen and drew on Noah’s face. Jester felt a tingle on her face and knew that it was true. She wanted to say oh but that would be like admitting she was wrong.

“He doesn’t seem to like that you’re touching him.” Jester mumbled and Malcolm went to say something when Noah let out a particularly loud sob and pulled out of Malcolm’s grasp and ran. Malcolm glared at her and went after the boy while Elena lingered, looking at Jester before grabbing both her and Malcolm’s things and walking away. Jester spent the rest of the day wondering about Noah, and arguing with herself whether to write with him. When she went to bed that night she couldn’t sleep, still wanting to grab her skin washable marker and write to Noah. But she was worried he was still in a dangerous situation, that he was crying so hard because the three heroes were putting him in harm's way by having the two of them interact. She was knocked out of these thoughts by the creak of her door opening. There stood Noah, she smiled at him, but he was still frowning.

[victoria-daydreams]

Lost in the Stars

AN: My first attempt of writing a Star Wars fanfiction and first time writing for the Mandalorian, go easy on me. Sorry if there’s any mistakes.

Summary: When Sarela Reyes accepted a bounty to find some missing child it should have been a simple job. What she got instead was a chance meeting with a certain Mandalorian, and her world was never the same.

Sarela Reyes sipped on her glass of brandy as she patiently sat in a corner of a crowded cantina named Plo's awaiting the arrival of one Zef Vanel, a man that had a job for her. She sat with her legs crossed as her eyes swept over the cantina, surveying everyone and everything. At first glance people would assume that there was nothing special about the chestnut skinned woman. She was, by all appearances what an average human female would look like. That is not to say she was a plain woman, she's actually quite lovely and has been told that many times.

Sarela was a young woman of average height with an athletic yet curvy build. Her black, tightly coiled hair framed her round face, bringing attention to her round shaped eyes that were like pools of honey and cinnamon. One would almost mistake her for being a native of the planet until they heard her speak. Her accent was very distinct, it would either drive people away in disgust or bring them in closer just for the opportunity to shower her with empty flatteries of her appearance.

But Sarela didn't really care what people thought of her. Her appearance was only a tool like her blaster, or her fists if need be. She used it when it proved to be useful.

The young woman tapped her fingers on the table, observing the cantina that was bustling with life as the band played an upbeat song and drunken humans and aliens spoke obnoxiously loud in a variety of languages. Seven months ago, Sarela would've turned her nose up and scowl at her surroundings, but now the sight of seeing puddles of vomit and witnessing gunfights at Plo's was commonplace.

However, that's not to say Sarela would prefer to be here, the last seven months had not been kind to her. Her life had been upended on the previous planet she lived on and was pretty much left with nothing because of it. In the months that Sarela arrived here she had worked a dozen jobs ranging from small time smuggling and even a few bounties. She knew that with the skills she had she was far above the jobs she'd been receiving. But she took them anyway because it was good fun and easy credits.

Sarela's full shaped lips struggled to hold back a smirk at the sight approaching her before she knocked back the rest of her brandy. A fat, human man approached her table and once the man spotted the woman he outstretched his arms. He appeared to be in his mid forties and skin was olive-toned and had closely cropped brown hair. He wore a long green vest over his long-sleeve cream collared shirt, black pants, and knee high boots.

"Reyes!" the man bellowed happily. "My friend!" he added, sliding in the seat in across from Sarela in her booth.

Sarela didn't consider the man in front of her a friend, sure he was the first person she met on this planet and he gave her small jobs to get on her feet financially. The only reason he helped Sarela was because he thought she was some beautiful, small fragile thing, until he saw her easily defend herself against three people in this cantina after they picked a fight with her.

That same night Zef asked her about being a hired gun to keep him safe, at first Sarela didn't understand why Zef need a gun to protect him. But after spending one week with him she realized why as Zef had the awful habit of swindling the local crime lords or anyone gullible enough to fall for his schemes.

And it is for that reason that Sarela wouldn't trust Zef as far as she could throw him.

Sarela shook her head, "Zef," she greeted dryly, her voice was elegant and poised like most accents from the core world. "You're late," she stated, looking down at her nails.

"I can't even get a simple greeting Reyes?" Zef questioned, as a waitress placed down a plate of food and a mug of ale.

"Let's not play games old friend," Sarela said, lifting her head to look at him. "Why did you ask me here?" she inquired.

"You were never one for pleasantries Reyes," Zef commented, as he set his meaty elbows on the table.

"What's the job Zef?" Sarela asked slowly, and her thick Imperial accent was more pronounced due to her growing impatience.

Zef busied himself in cutting up his chicken, "There's a child that's missing," he explained, before taking a bite of his meal.

Sarela's eyes narrowed and she slightly leaned forward, "This is what you had me waiting an hour for?" she inquired. "For some missing kid?" she questioned, letting out a scoff. Sarela stood up from the table. "Unbelievable," she shook her head. "Go find someone else Zef. I have better things to do!" she hissed, before walking away.

Zef's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, "6,000 credits," Zef whispered harshly, just loud enough for Sarela's ears to hear it and she stopped in her tracks. "That's how much they're offering," he added, and she slowly turned on her heels.

Zef let go of her wrist, "6,000 credits for some missing kid?" Sarela inquired, arching her brow. "Who's the kid?" she asked, now sliding back into the seat.

"It's Vullen's daughter," Zef answered, taking a swig of his ale.

Sarela's eyes widened, "The Mayor's daughter?" she repeated. "Missing?" she asked, now intrigued.

Zef nodded his head, "I had the same reaction as well," he stated, drinking more of his ale. Zef reached down and dug into his vest pocket and lightly tossed his holoprojector onto to the table. "Here she is," Zef commented, tapping the holo. "Little Lora Vullen," he announced, stretching his hand out.

Sarela studied the hologram of the young girl. She was a small and slim child with fair skin and light brown wavy hair that stopped at her shoulders. Light freckles sprinkled across her upturned nose and cheeks and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the hologram.

"She can't be older than what, eleven?" Sarela guessed, lifting her gaze to Zef's.

"Twelve," he corrected, turning off the holo and putting it back into his pocket.

"This is not like the other jobs you given me Zef," Sarela stated. "Why are you tell me?" she questioned, folding her arms over her chest.

"Well I figured a woman like yourself would be best for the job compared to others," he began, and Sarela lifted an eyebrow.

She knew what Zef was getting at, unlike them, she had proper training. And she knew that in Zef's eyes that made her more ruthless as any accomplished bounty hunter and even more skilled and quick-witted as the best smugglers.

Zef sighed in exasperation, "Come on Reyes, you and I both know that you have skills that are far superior to the common gun for hire," Zef continued, doing his best to persuade her. "This is a delicate situation, I'm sure Vullen doesn't want the riff raff putting their dirty little hands on his daughter," he added.

"As far as Vullen's concerned, I am apart of the riff raff," Sarela countered. "He might hate me even more since I'm an ex-Imperial," she pointed out.

"It's been years, who cares at this point. The war is over," Zef replied, shrugging his shoulders.

Letting out a sigh Sarela squeezed the bridge of her nose, "Alright, say if I take the job," she began, looking up at Zef again. "What's in it for you Zef?" Sarela asked.

Zef laughed, "You know me too well Reyes," he said, shaking his head. "I was hoping if everything goes right then Vullen would appoint me into that recently vacant administrator position," he explained, a grin on his face.

"Of course you were," she chuckled.

"So you'll take the job?" Zef asked, as the door to the cantina opened behind Zef.

Sarela watched as a man wearing shiny silver armor that matched with the helmet covering his head enter into the cantina. Instantly, she felt her blood run cold as she immediately recognized the armor. Beskar. The man was a Mandalorian, a mercenary. It was only matter time before her past caught up with her. Maker, she didn't even get to live a full year on this planet without someone coming after her.

"Reyes," Zef called, snapping his fingers.

Sarela shook her head from her daze, "I'll take the job," she confirmed, nodding her head. "Five percent cut as always?" Sarela questioned, holding out her hand.

"Ten?"

"Don't get greedy Zef. Five or no deal," Sarela responded, her hand hung waiting.

"Fine...five," Zef agreed and they shook hands. "I will see you at Vullen's office tomorrow morning," he said, lightly hitting the table and standing up from it.

"Tomorrow it is," she repeated, flipping her hood up.

Zef nodded and walked away from her, quickly greeting someone else in the cantina. Sarela's eyes made their way back to the Mandalorian who was now speaking to Plo, the man who owned the cantina.

"Good," Sarela thought.

He wouldn't notice her slipping out of here. Sarela lifted her scarf that ran down almost to her waist and tightened it around the lower half of her face. She slid out from the booth she was sitting in and steathily walked past the armored man, keeping her eyes straight ahead to the door. The sound of hissing met Sarela's ears as she stepped out the cantina and into the sunny streets of the surrounding market. She squinted her eyes as they adjusted to the bright daylight after the darkness of the cantina.

Sarela moved along with the crowd, blending in easily as she pretended to shop for fruit in the street market. As she walked along the busy market Sarela subtly kept her hands on her belt where her vibroblade was sheathed in its holster as well as her blaster on her thigh. Sarela bent down at another fruit stand, picking up the produce to inspect it and froze momentarily.

She suddenly got the feeling she was being watched.

She smiled at the vendor as she placed the fruit back down onto the stand before she pressed on through the crowd, this time quickening her pace. Sarela maintained her calm demeanor and made herself uninteresting as possible as a squad of guards brushed past her as they patrolled the market square. Her brown eyes scanned her surroundings and noticed an alleyway that she was nearly approaching. Sarela made a sharp turn into the alleyway and spotted a ladder from the fire escape attached to the building. Sarela ran towards it and leaped onto the ladder, nimbly climbing to the top and quickly ducking into the open window.

Just as Sarela planted her feet on the floor of the abandoned room she saw a figure enter into the alleyway as well. It was just as Sarela suspected, she was being followed, and by that Mandalorian no less. The Mandalorian had his gun drawn as he slowly walked deeper into the alley, keeping his head on a swivel for any sign of her. Sarela watched as the Mandalorian holster his gun, seeing that there was no one in the alley and he turned his back toward the window she was hiding in. Silently, Sarlea climbed out the window still observing the armored man's movements.

The Mandalorian began to walk out of the alley just as Sarela landed gracefully on the ground without making a sound. She crept behind the man, readying herself for a fight.

"Looking for me?" she called, and the Mandalorian immediately turned around only to receive a powerful kick to the gut and let out a loud grunt.

The Mandalorian stumbled back from the blow before regaining his footing as Sarela charged at him. She kicked her legs out forward into a crane kick which the Mandalorian blocked with his arms, quickly throwing a punch into Sarela's gut. She gasped sharply, the blow knocked the air out of her as she dropped to the ground. The Mandalorian roughly grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her up close to his helmet.

"What do you want?" the Mandalorian questioned, his voice gravelly.

Sarela stared into the dark shaded visor, "I should be asking you the same thing," she retorted, swiftly she reached down for her vibroblade and jabbed it towards his throat.

The Mandalorian reflexes were faster as he stopped her strike with his other hand and knocked the blade from her hand. Sarela grunted in frustration and yanked her knee up into the man, hearing a groan escape his mouth. The man struck his fist out, hitting Sarela across the face sending her down to the ground hard. She let out a groan of her own, twisting herself around just in time to see the Mandalorian with his blaster out and aiming at her. Using her agility, Sarela kicked the tip of his blaster away, she could hear it blast the ground beside her arm. The heat from the discharge rippled near her skin.

The Mandalorian raised his arm again after readjusting his grip around the blaster only to see Sarela her tightly holding her blaster in her grip, leveling it at him with her finger on the trigger. They were at a stalemate and Sarela could tell the Mandalorian was weighing his options just as she was.

"Why did you leave that cantina in such a rush?" the Mandalorian asked, breaking the tense silence.

"Why did you go after me?' she asked back, breathing heavily as her finger still rested on the trigger.

"I asked first,"

"Maybe I get a little jumpy when I see a Mandalorian appear out of nowhere," Sarela suggested, faintly feeling the hood from her scarf began to slip off her dark hair. "Now back to my question," she continued. "Why did you come after me?" she inquired. "Was it for a bounty? Tell me, how much was I worth this time?" she questioned.

"I'm not here for you," the Mandalorian stated. "I'm here to stop you from returning the child and collecting the bounty,"

"Stars above!" Sarela exclaimed. "You chased me down for Vullen's daughter?" she sassed incredulously.

The Mandalorian aim on her seem to waver slightly, "Vullen?" he asked.

"Yes! Vullen, the Mayor!" she snapped.

"There was a man in the cantina bragging to the barman saying you gotten a bounty for a child that's worth good amount of credits," The Mandalorian explained. "He said you and him were going to become very rich people," he finished.

Sarela exhaled deeply, "I'm going to kill Zef," she growled.

Part II

[deadanddeactivated]

The Prince Roman

Fandom: Sanders Sides, Anatasia AU Pairing:   Roceit, Logicality Characters: Roman, Deceit, Logan, Patton, Virgil Notes: Day 9 of the fluffuary event being hosted by @tsshipmonth2020​​ - Roceit Summary:  When the Orange Mage took the throne, three of the royal family survived. When Virgil, brother to the True King, took it back, only two returned. King Regent Virgil will do anything to bring his nephew Roman home.

Ro's not sure he's the prince, no matter what Dante says. But hey, worth a shot right?

AO3

--

“Do you?”  Dante asked, stressed, staring into Roman’s sparkling eyes.  And then Roman’s eyes slipped shut and he leant forward, pressing their lips together in a way Dante had been dreaming off since that dance.  Maybe earlier.  “Oh.”  Dante breathed when they finally pulled apart.  “You do.”

When the Orange Mage took the throne, there was a bloodbath.  The King was killed quickly, his body later displayed brutally to keep the nay-sayers quiet.  Most of the guards were killed or imprisoned.  Any loyal servants were quickly weeded out.  All were made examples off.

Except, that is, for three.

A rather problematic three, for the Orange Mage.  For the bodies that did not join the red soaked ground all have rightful claims to the throne he had stolen.

The King’s younger brother, Virgil.  Who was old enough to pose a credible threat if not tracked down.

And the twin heirs to the throne - Roman and Remus.  Too young to organize a rebellion, but dangerous in their own rights.  Those children were symbols of hope to those that still supported the old king.  Symbols that the Orange Mage didn’t have complete control.

Desperate for that control, the Orange Mage spent the better part of his reign trying to hunt them down and kill them.

He did not succeed.

Instead, Virgil snuck into the castle and killed the false king himself.

By all rights he could have claimed the throne then and there.  He refused. 

“I am not the King.”  He huffed at advisors desperate to give someone the crown.  “I will be King Regent until the true heir comes of age, and even then only begrudgingly.”

“You have the twins?”  Someone asked, pure hope and joy on their face.  Virgil hesitated.

“I have Remus.”  He finally said.  “Roman is missing.”

--

Dante didn’t care much for the politics of any of that.  The new king meant nothing to him, even if things in the kingdom seemed marginally better now.  For everyone else.  Not for him though, not for the man with the cursed face.

So no, Dante didn’t care that the King had been replaced.  Or restored.  Or whatever.  No, what he cared about was the monetary reward for Prince Roman’s discovery and return.

--

Ronnie, Ro to his friends, didn’t care much for the politics of the castle either.  He’d imagined, once or twice, that he was secretly a prince sent to the orphanage for protection.  Any day his father, a king, would come and collect him and they’d live a blessed life.  Of course, he’d known they were only fantasies but something deep instead him ached when they didn’t come true.

So no, Ro didn’t care that the King had been restored.  He’d hardly even heard the news.  But when Dante looked at him and said ‘you know, you just might be the missing prince’, something had felt so very right.

--

Logan cared deeply for the politics of the castle.  He’d been quite close to the royal family, closer still to the royal cook.  When the castle had been invaded, Logan had been away.  In just a moment he’d lost everything. 

So yes, Logan cared quite a bit that the Royal family had been restored.  But it wasn’t easy for a man of nothing to get to the castle, and Dante was a trustworthy man.  At least to his friends.  

--

“This is ridiculous.”  Ro complained as they went through table set ups and the importance of the person to your right verses the person to your left.  “Why do I have to learn all this stuff?  Wouldn’t Regent Virgil just, recognize me or whatever?”  

“There are many people you have to convince before you can reach the Regnant.”  Logan pointed out.  “They will expect you to know all of this.”

“Then they’re ridiculous.”  Ro huffed.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up now Ro, I thought you were better than that.”  Dante mocked from his own spot, entirely unaffected by the look Logan shot his way.

“Oh please, you couldn’t tell the difference between a soup spoon and a dessert spoon if your life depended on it.”  Ro mocked right back.

“If we could focus.”  Logan called.

--

“If you hate this so much just leave.”  Dante huffed, growing more and more annoyed at Ro’s complaining by the day.

“I am not going to leave!”  Ro snapped, as annoyed by Dante’s constant teasing as Dante was with him.

“Why not?  What’s so important you just have to stick around?  Or do you just love complaining that much?”  

“Family, damnit!”  Ro all but screamed, startling them both.  He looked away and Dante could just barely make out tears in his eyes.  “Is it so unbelievable that I just… want a family?  A place I belong?”  Hand subconsciously going to the side of his face, Dante could only sigh.

“No, it’s not.”  He mumbled.  Pulling his hand away he sighed again.  “Pass me your hand, let’s try again.”

“You aren’t going to mock me every step of the way again, are you?”  Ro asked and De winced. 

“I won’t.”  He promised.  “How about we just… try all of this again?”

“...okay.”  Ro whispered.  “Okay let’s.”

Looking down at them from the balcony, Logan wasn’t sure how to feel.  It was good to see them getting along, it was good to see Dante’s focus on their plan shifting.  But watching them dance, smile, and even laugh together, Logan wondered what they do if Ro really was Roman.  A cursed man and a prince wasn’t exactly a conventional royal romance.

--

“Patton.”  Logan breathed, staring at the man who’d entered the room.  “You’re alive.”

“Logan!”  The cook cheered, all but leaping into the man’s arms.  “Oh, I thought I’d lost you.”

“And I you.”  Logan returned, clinging to Patton just as tightly.  Behind them, Ro leant towards Dante to fake whisper.

“Did you know he could do that?”

“Do what?”  Dante asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Have emotions.”  Roman elborated.

“I had no idea.”  Dante smirked, their teasing earning an eye roll from their friend and a chuckle from Patton.

“Sorry.”  Patton said, letting go of Logan and helping him straighten out his clothing.  “I didn’t see you two there.”

“Or it’s quite alright, we see you were distracted.”  Dante assured.  Even now, Patton had hardly looked away from Logan.  But, eventually, he cleared his throat and turned to the two.

“Who are your friends Logan?”  He asked.

“This is Dante and Ro.  Dante helped me quite a deal these past years and Ro… well we believe Ro may be the missing prince.”  Logan explained.

“We’re hoping, anyway.”  Ro mumbled.  “I don’t… I don’t really remember where I come from.”

“Oh that is so exciting!”  Patton grinned.  “And you do look so much like Remus.  If you were cleaned up and fed a little better, and had his terrible mustache.  Oh I can almost see it!  It’s so good to see you again Roman!”

“T-thankyou.”  Ro said, a little awkwardly, a lot hopefully.

“So you’ll take us to see Regent Virgil then?”  Logan asked.

“Logan, honey, I wish I could.  And I’m sure he’d love to see you again.  But… well, there’s been so many false calls.  Virgil’s started to fear the worst, he refuses to see any more Romans.”  Patton explained.

“Oh.”  Ro mumbled, a little awkwardly, a lot heartbrokenly.  “That, um, that makes sense.” 

“There has to be some way.”  Dante tried.  “We’ve come all this way.”  

“Well…”  Patton thought for a moment.  “I’ve got it!”

--

“Regent Virgil.”  Dante greeted, bowed before the acting king.  “I’m-” He started, only to be cut off.

“I know who you are.”  Virgil huffed.  “You were the one hosting auditions for the part of my nephew.”

“Ah, that um…”  Dante mumbled, trying to come up with a proper explanation.  “It was an… additional test, to see there really was any stock to their claim.  But-”

“Don’t lie to me.”  Virgil spat.  “I have had enough of two-faced liars.  Leave, and take whatever actor you brought alone with you.”

“Sire, please.”  Dante tried again, reaching out for the regent.  “He’s not an actor, he really is Roman.  If you just look at him, you’d know.”

“Don’t touch me.”  Virgil growled, pulling his hand away.  “I will tell you again, leave.  Before I have you arrested.”

Standing just outside the room, Ro pressed the palm of his hand to his mouth to keep from sobbing.  It had been a con?  All of it?  

--

“Ro!”  Dante called as the man speed towards their rooms.  

“Don’t talk to me.”  Ro snapped.  “I don’t, I don’t want to be some pawn in your game anymore.  Just leave me alone!”

“Ro it wasn’t like that.”  He claimed.  

“Wasn’t it?!”  Ro huffed, turning and stopping to glare at a man he thought… a man he thought loved him.  “Because it sounds to me like all you wanted was the money, and you found the perfect gullible, idiot to help you get it.”

“No, that’s not… I mean, it was.  At first.  But you really do look like him and-”  

“What does it matter if I look like him?  What does any of it matter?  Whether I’m Roman or not, Regent Virgil will never want to talk to me, because of you!  I thought… I thought I had a real shot at a family here Dante.  With them but, but with you and Logan too.  And it turns out you were lying to me the whole time?”

“It wasn’t the whole time.”  Dante argued.  “Not since we danced.”

“Don’t.”  Ro said, trying for stern and only managing a sniffle.  “Just, leave me a lot Dante.”

--

Ro sat in the inn room, trying very hard not to cry and failing miserably.  In his hands he clutched his amulet, the only thing he’d ever had to remind him of his past.  It was a simple thing, until you looked into the center.  A storm raged in there, clouds and lightning and rain.

Since this whole Roman idea started, Ro had looked into the royal family quite a bit.  Not always because Logan told him too.  

It was a little known fact that Regent Virgil was a mage, if one who had set his magic aside to rule the kingdom.  He was known to specialize in storm magic.  

Ro had thought that meant something.  Had hoped maybe that was a sign his amulet had been a gift from his uncle, a mage of storm and brother to the King.

How foolish of him.

A knock rang out through the room and Ro tried to wipe his face.  

“Come in.”  He said.  His eyes widened and he immediately scrambled to stand and bow when he saw who it was.  “Regent Virgil.  I-I’m so sorry, I had no idea about the auditions or-” Roman stopped when the regent rose a hand.

“I know.”  He said.  “Logan told me as much.  He also seems rather convinced you are my nephew.”

“I don’t know about that.”  Roman sighed.  “All I know about my past is that I had a locket.  Not much to prove I’m a prince, really.”  So why had he believed Dante?  Stupid of him.

“A locket?”  The regent asked.  “Can I see it?”  Hesitantly, Roman handed it over.  He couldn’t help the confusion when Virgil’s breath caught.

“A locket with a storm spell trapped inside.”  Virgil said.  “I think that’s rather good proof you are a prince.”  

“What?”  Roman frowned, confused and too scared to grow hopeful once more.  Virgil moved to sit on the bed, still clutching the amulet.  He gestured for Roman to sit with him.

“You used to hate when I’d leave.”  Virgil said.  “Said you always had nightmares about how I wouldn’t come back.  So I made you this locket, and I told you-”

“That if it ever stopped storming, you were gone.”  Ro whispered, eyes widening as he recalled the conversation.  “I was so mad at you that day.”  Ro, Roman, remembered.  “Because you’d been avoiding me.”

“You always made it so hard to keep a secret.”  Virgil grinned.

“It’s the eyes.”  Roman said.  “All Sanders have eyes that stare into your soul.”  That’s what his dad used to say, anyway.

“I guess that's why you were always so bad at lying.”  Virgil laughed.

“Not as bad as Remus!”  Roman argued.

“Well that's not much of an achievement.”  Virgil teased.  He stood back up.  “Would you like to go see him?”

“Yes,” Roman had never meant something more in his life.  “Please.”  Virgil offered him a hand and when Roman took it, he pulled the taller boy into a tight hug.

“I missed you so much Roman.”  He breathed. 

“I missed you too Uncle Virgil, even when I didn’t know it was you I was missing.”

--

Roman and Remus were attached at the hip the next day as they caught up, but Virgil has kingly, regently duties to attend and so begrudgingly leaves them alone.  His first appointment of the day, however, was not begrudging.

“Sire.”  Dante greeted, bowing.  “You called for me?”  Despite his even tone, he looked as wrecked as Roman had the night before.

“It seems you were correct.”  Virgil said.  “You did indeed find and bring my nephew home.”

“I’m just glad he’s home safe.”  Dante said.

“Yes, I’m sure.  You seem very noble.”  Virgil replied, rolling his eyes.  Dante looked away, frowning slightly.  “I’ll have your reward delivered to your hotel room.”

“No, thank you.”  Dante refused.  “I don’t want it.”

“Oh?”  Virgil prompted, raising an eyebrow at the man.  Sighing, Dante resisted the urge to the rub the back of his neck.

“It doesn’t feel right.  Ro, uh Prince Roman, isn’t an object to exchange money over.”  He admitted.

“You didn’t seem to worry about such things when you hosted those auditions.”  Virgil pointed out.  This time Dante didn’t suppress the wince, or try to lie his way out of the accustion.

“It was a lot of money, and from so far away it didn’t feel… real.”  He said.  “Even if Ro hadn’t been Prince Roman, I don’t think I’d have gone through with it.  I don’t think Logan would have agreed to the plan if he didn’t know that too.  I suppose he’s always been more honest about me than even myself.”

“He said about the same.”  Virgil confirmed after a moment of tense silence.  “I will at least send you some supplies, to make your trip home easier.  I’ll send for you when they’re ready.”

“Thank you Sire.”  Dante said, taking his leave with a bow.

“Perhaps I was a bit too hasty to judge him.”  Virgil admitted, if only to himself.  From what Logan had said, and from what he’d just seen, Dante didn’t seem so horrible a man.  

Perhaps he should help Roman remember that.

--

“How are you settling in?”  Virgil asked later that night, smiling as Roman looked up.  He could still hardly believe it.  His cousin, finally home and safe.

“Oh, it’s wonderful.”  Roman smiled.  “Everything I could have hoped for in finding my family.”

“I’m glad.”  Virgil said.

“Is it all settled then?”  Roman asked.  “I’m really, officially Prince Roman?”

“There’ll still need to be a coronation, but that can wait.”  Virgil assured.  “Everything else is indeed settled.”

“So Dante got his money then?”  Roman mumbled.

“He could have, we spoke this morning.”  Virgil said, hating the way Roman seemed to deflate at the thought.  “But he didn’t take it.”

“What?”  Roman frowned, looking up in confusion.

“He didn’t take the money Roman.”  Virgil assured.  “Gave a speech about how it didn’t feel right.  Really, I think he just didn’t want you to hate him.”

“I don’t-”  Roman flushed as his loud reaction, looking away and collecting himself.  Next time he spoke, it was calmer.  “I don’t hate him.”

“Perhaps you should go tell him that.”  Virgil suggested.  “He’s still in his hotel room.”

“Really?  But… but he’s, and I’m a prince now.  Doesn’t that matter?”  Roman asked, clearly not wanting to get his hopes up.  Virgil’s smile turned softer.

“Roman, the only thing I care about is that you’re home, and you’re happy.”  Roman’s face lit up, hugging him tight around the waist, and Virgil smiled into his shoulder.  “Just warn him not to break your heart.  I’m still acting king for a few more years, I can behead him.”  He joked.  Mostly.

--

“Ro?”  Dante frowned, confused to find the man at his door.  Then he faltered, bowing.  “Prince Roman.”  He corrected.

“Don’t do that.”  Roman said.  “You look so weird bowing sincerely.”

“Why are you here?”  Dante asked.

“You didn’t take the money.”  Roman answered.

“Not so you’d come see me.”  Dante claimed.  Even so, he tried to explain.  This might be his one chance.  “I just… it felt wrong.  I swear I thought you were the prince.  Maybe not at first, but pretty quickly.  I wasn’t trying to fool you, or use you.  Hell, I forgot about the auditions.”  Throughout it all, Roman smiled.

“I know.”  He assured.

“You mean a lot to me, I wouldn’t want to hurt you like that.  There were so many times I almost came clean, but I was so sure you were the prince by then and-”  Roman cut Dante off by resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Dante.”  He said.  “I know.”

[animetrashlord-007]

A Dog Ate My Homework

Word Count;; 1.5k

Genre;; Crack

Pairing;; None! Tsukishima Centric

Summary;; He refused to back down and pretend he didn't do the homework just to escape the uncomfortable encounter. There was no way in Hell he would back down after spending a whole weekend on it, not after he had wrestled a dog to try to get the damn thing back, and especially not after his teacher had decided to challenge him. Tsukishima was no quitter, after all, and a dangerous smirk spread across his face.

Challenge accepted.

Notes;; Published: 2017-03-22

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   He didn't quite understand how he landed in this situation, but he was furious. While everyone else turned in the essay, he decided the best tactic was to slump into his chair and try to avoid his teacher's gaze. He just had to play it cool until lunch, then he could print it out once more and add it to the rest without her ever being the wiser. Except his misfortunes only grew as she told the class to work out of their textbooks whilst grabbing her red pen. Just when he thought his day couldn't get any worse, she began to mark through the essays at a rapid pace as the class worked in silence. Waiting for lunch was no longer an option as she neared the end of the pile. He needed to print it out now, and somehow distract her long enough to slip it onto her desk, or she’d knock down his grade by at least fifty percent for being late. Tsukki thought of himself as a pretty smart guy, calculating and observant, but he was stumped on how to pull this off. Sighing, he raised his hand. She offered him a quick glare before returning to her papers, eliciting a scowl from the boy.

   “Is it important, Tsukishima-san?”

   “Suzuki-sensei, may I be excused? I need to go to the bath-”

   He trailed off as she stood, the screech of her chair echoing through the room. With slow, deliberate steps, she stalked across the room, her face devoid of all tolerance. Tsukki wasn't one for making excuses anyway, but he knew better than to provoke her with a lie. His scowl deepened as he prepared himself for her scolding, “You need to go to the library because you forgot to do your homework? Oh please, give me one good reason to let you. Perhaps you just remembered it's worth a large percentage of your grade? Go ahead, Tsukishima-kun, enlighten me.”

   The audible click of his tongue broke the silence that had descended upon the room. He may not be a model student, but his grades weren't terrible either. His attitude may have been provoking at times, but he did his best to kept his comments about the teachers to himself. Sure, some slipped out under his breath, but not often enough to deserve this. It was obvious that problem wasn’t with him, but rather with something personal. Whatever it was was enough to bother his usually spunky and upbeat teacher, but he didn’t really care to find out. Not that she would tell him, anyway. He sighed once more, a little louder, before letting his eyes meet hers, “A dog ate my homework.”

   Silence once again fell heavy across the room, his teacher blinking twice with disbelief before scoffing, “Are you serious? That's the best you can do?”

   “Yes, because it's the truth. I was reviewing the essay on the way here when a dog grabbed it from over the fence. I tried to get it back, but I was already late. So I came to class instead.”

   A smile danced at the edge of her lips before straightening down into a frown, “Oh, come on, Tsukishima-kun. You can do better than that.”

   Irritation seeped through him as he matched her frown. He shouldn't need to do better because it wasn't an excuse; a dog really had stolen his homework and torn it to shreds. Everyone was staring at them now, amused by the exchange. He couldn't blame them - had it been anyone else getting the lecture, he wouldn't miss the chance to throw in a jab or two. Much to his chagrin, however, he was on the receiving end. He refused to back down and pretend he didn't do the homework just to escape the uncomfortable encounter. There was no way in Hell he would back down after spending a whole weekend on it, not after he had wrestled a dog to try to get the damn thing back, and especially not after his teacher had decided to challenge him. Tsukishima was no quitter, after all, and a dangerous smirk spread across his face.

   Challenge accepted.

   “You figured me out, sensei. The truth is,” he paused for effect, his smirk widening, “I work with the government to cover up close encounters of the third kind. I guess you could say that I'm a man in black. We do have quite a few conspiracy nuts around here, and usually their calls about UFO sightings are wrong and their crop circles are faked, but this weekend was a real treat. There was an honest-to-goodness encounter of the fifth kind.”

   Standing from his seat, he sauntered to the front of the class, ignoring the surprised gasps from his peers. He grabbed a marker and began to write on the board as he continued, “For those of you who don't know today’s science-fiction, which is tomorrow’s science fact, close encounters are separated into five types, or kinds.

   “The first kind is a sighting of a UFO,” he did his best to keep pace with what he was writing on the board, mimicking the distracted tone his teacher takes on when multitasking, “which becomes the second kind when there's physical or observable evidence left behind. If beings are seen within a spacecraft, that becomes the third kind. Now, things get interesting when we reach the fourth kind. That's when someone is taken aboard the vessel and experimented on.

   “As you can imagine, events like these are pretty rare. Real ones, at least. We get plenty of calls all the time from xenophiles, I'm on a first name basis with one from Seijoh even,” he didn't expect anyone to catch the zinger directed at Aoba Johsai’s volleyball captain, but that didn't stop him from giving himself a mental pat on the back.

   Much to his surprise, one of the timid girls that sat in the back raised her hand. A blush crept over her ears and nose as he made eye contact. She didn’t look away, but her blush did deepen. Unsure of what she wanted, or even how to proceed, he sighed. He couldn't recall her name, so he didn't bother with it, “Uh, yeah?”

   “You said there’s five ‘kinds’,” she hesitated, cowering into her chair under his gaze, until he nodded, “what's the fifth?”

   “Well I'm glad you asked. The fifth kind is the best kind. That's direct communication with the extraterrestrial beings,” His lips twitched upward at the sound of the unanimous gasps, “but I can't discuss any of those cases with you, they're classified after all.”

   The girl didn't bother to raise her hand this time, opting to shout instead, “But you have had cases! You said you had one this weekend!”

   Tsukishima was enjoying himself; he was enjoying watching his fellow students try to determine whether or not he was serious. While it should be quite obvious that no one in their right mind would be serious about this topic, his classmates had never seen him joke around this much before. It seemed out of character only because they didn't process just how much sarcasm was laced into every sentence. He was rather enjoying this small prank so much that he had forgotten about his teacher. In fact, he had forgotten why he was even standing in the front of the classroom. His attention was drawn to the back when he heard his sensei’s soft chuckles. Not only had he wasted a decent portion of her time on his bullshit story, he had wasted everyone’s time and stolen their attention from their work. Yet she didn't look angry. She was grinning from ear to ear and offered him a quick thumbs up before leaning against the back wall. Deciding this was permission enough, he carried on with his outlandish story, “Like I said, top secret... But yeah, they're pretty chill when you get to know them. Most are more scared of you than you are of them. Which is why I couldn't do my homework, Suzuki-senpai - I was detained all weekend trying to protect our alien overlords from a basket of cuteness overload in the form of forty-two kittens. Those cats are just so stubborn, and E.T is unbelievably gullible when it comes to wily kittens. Couldn't keep them apart, even after we discovered they’re deathly allergic. We had to buy them hypoallergenic calicos.”

   He smirked once more at his teacher as the bell for lunch rang, and the room burst into chatter about his outrageous tale. She beckoned him to the back of the room with a flick of her hand, face relaxing into a smirk of her own. He couldn't help but think she was quite similar to him, just more bitchy. Not that he'd ever mention that to her. As he approached, she brought her hands together in a slow clap as a goofy yet lazy grin graced her features. Tsukishima quickened his pace; the last thing he wanted was for her to make another scene.

   “So a dog ate your homework, then? Have it on my desk by the end of the day, I won't mark it down,” His eyes widened in shock before he offered a small bow, “Oh, and Tsukishima-san, let's not make a habit of it.”

[ramblingqueenfangirl]

Ok I’ve started seeing the “Jim Hutton was a gold digger”idoits coming out after a rest of the evil soul. Let me now educate these idiots why this makes absolutely zero sense. Below are multiple reasons why that is absolutely impossible to prove. Proving a lie is impossible but proving the truth is very very easy. See below.

-Jim didn’t know who Freddie really was until Live Aid. To him it was a sexy guy from a bar who sang.

-Jim saw Garden Lodge it wasn’t a secret how much money Freddie had. So a gold digger would move right on in.

-He kept an apartment of his own for months while they were dating and if Freddie got up to his tricks as he had with other lovers, Jim had it to go back to. A gold digger wouldn’t keep an apartment if he wasn’t being treated well, he would ignore the behavior and continue sucking money.

-Jim kept his job as a hairdresser when the man he’d been dating seriously for several months could easily afford to “keep” him. A gold digger would stop working and live off his lover much like a lot Freddie’s past lovers did.

-Freddie asked him to move in and Jim hesitated. A true gold digger would jump at the chance. He would also have started flaking off at work staying with his wealthy boyfriend in Germany instead of being at a job. And have zero guilt or need to think about it. A true gold digger would be in that house in record time.

-Jim turned Freddie down cold the first time he asked and didn’t call him after their “one night stand”. After he saw all the nice things Freddie had and the influence he had over people that first night and a gold digger would be calling like crazy and trying to get the rich person’s attention, doesn’t sound to me like he was chomping at the bit to get his hands on Freddie and his money.

-Freddie to the best of his knowledge and ours was well for almost two years when he was seeing Jim. Freddie was a very good judge of character and knew when people used him though as long as he got something out of it he wouldn’t mind for a while. Does anyone really think that Jim an Irish hairdresser from a tiny town could pull the wool over the eyes of one of the worlds biggest rockstars. He’d have to be an Oscar-worthy actor or an amazing con man. Which let’s face it. That’s just fucking stupid. If you are saying that, you are calling Freddie gullible which he never was; not ever.

-when he did move into Garden Lodge he worked religiously in the garden. It wasn’t called Garden Lodge because there were a few leaves to rake it is one of the biggest pieces of land and garden in London that’s residential. Peter Freestone says repeatedly that Jim worked very hard. As does everyone else in Freddie’s life.

-Peter Freestone knew Jim before he ever knew Freddie and was happy to see Freddie with an honest kind man. Doesn’t sound much like a gold digger to me.

-Every friend or ex of Jim Hutton repeatedly defended him to other people when they would gossip or talk bad about him, so that goes to show his character was of a kind person who didn’t breed much resentment in anyone who knew him.

-All of Freddie’s friends have said that Jim was a good guy. Including Terry Giddings Freddie’s driver, Peter Freestone and the NY daughters. Freddie is dead. Jim is dead. Not one of The people that knew Freddie even up until present day have recanted their good words about Jim. They have no reason to keep up a “lie”

-Jim wasn’t interested in the house he was interested in how he was being treated. From the reaction of all the GL residents they had no clue about the money Freddie would leave them until the Will was read after Freddie died. If they did expect something I know it wasn’t as much as they actually got. Especially Jim who was constantly witnessed begging Freddie to stop buying him expensive things. Yeah, that screams gold digger. Pfft!

-Joe Fanelli did not mess around he didn’t care about hurting people’s feelings especially when it came to Freddie. If Jim had been the leech all these people say, then you can bet your ass he would have said something to him especially when Freddie was too weak or ill to defend himself.

-Jim when he did leave GL took the things Freddie had wanted him to have and he wanted a cat! I mean come on a cat doesn’t come with a trust fund ffs. The stuff he did end up with he gave to be sold to raise funds for the MPT such as the Yellow Wembley jacket. Never in his lifetime did you ever see the original lyrics to BoRhap on the auction block. Their whereabouts are still unknown I think. So they weren’t auctioned off for millions.

-Jim submitted an application for a mortgage for the land in Ireland in his own name and didn’t even use Freddie as a reference in the application. Then when he had to ask for the money, Freddie gave him way more than he had asked for. The land was small plot near his mom. A gold digger would’ve bought a farm that was worth a fortune in England. Not a house next to his mom in nowhere Ireland.

-At the bar Jim frequented while he lived with Freddie he had barely mentioned he was dating Freddie and not many believed him until after he died. Freddie was never paraded around to impress anyone or anything that Freddie bought him flaunted.

-He invited his ex boyfriend, who actually DID know who Freddie was, to a party and the fight they had was because of the cold shoulder Freddie gave Jim’s friend. Not because he didn’t buy him anything or refuse to pay attention to him.

-After a vase went missing Jim didn’t tell Freddie that it didn’t matter because he could afford it. He let the fight continue for several weeks as Jim turned the house upside down looking for it. Then finally frustrated had to wait until FREDDIE let it go.

-Jim didn’t seek any media attention and never once complained when he was replaced with Mary at events. A gold digger would want to show off and flaunt their money and their source of money.

-Phoebe was a huge protector of Freddie’s and had said he was not a fan of Paul Prenter due to the way he betrayed Freddie and how he’d seen it coming. Why then would you think that almost a decade after Jim died would he hesitate to tell people that Jim was after Freddie’s money if this was even remotely true?

-Even the other members of Queen recognized how uninterested Jim was in fame and fortune. They also liked Jim and as history has proven if someone was horrible to Freddie they wouldn’t be friends with them or if forced simply polite. They hated Paul Prenter. They really didn’t know much about Winnie and the absolutely hated Bill Reid, yet they were friends with someone who was using Freddie for his money? That doesn’t seem right. Hmm

-Jim lived with his “husband” in that house for almost seven years. It was a home that they made together and all the contributions Jim made were made by him and not bought on Freddie’s dime.

-Jim did not parade around in the expensive cars Freddie owned and when he did get his license he got a VOLVO. Not a Ferrari or Aston Martin which Freddie easily could have afforded.

-Jim was there when Freddie gave him an easy out. I mean if you know that your boyfriend had given you a deadly disease the gold digger would turn and run and ask for money to leave. Including extorting the rich person for money with the threat of the biggest secret Freddie didn’t want anyone to know getting out. Jim stayed when an gold digger would have run! Trust me that is not greed.

-If you have ever cared for anyone who was dying from a very deadly disease you will know it’s basically one of the hardest things that anyone whether they love the ill person or not, could do and it’s very hard on the caregivers. Jim was a huge help to Peter and Joe sacrificing his own comfort many times to be with him.

-Jim could have run when things got hard and asked Freddie for money which Freddie would have given. Instead, Jim watched the man he loved and lived with slowly suffer and wither from being the flamboyant sexy and unbelievably vibrant man he had fallen for, into a shell of himself. AIDS in particular is one of the worst diseases to witness anyone die of including strangers. There’s no way any amount money can make you do that to the very end.

-When Freddie died he wasn’t even that rich (in rich people terms at least) nowhere near what he would be later, and Jim obviously knew nothing about property value in London or how much things cost other than reasonable or expensive. A man out for money driven by greed would know those things. And would have mentioned being left the house n a daily basis for the entire relationship. There is not one mention of Jim ever doing that.

-Jim had just lost the person he saw everyday for seven years and less than a week after the love of his life died before he knew about any money, that he wouldn’t even have access to for a while. Will’s are extremely tricky and nothing is immediate including any money received from the Will. It has to go through a system of court proceedings. He was also devastated at losing the one person he had loved more than anything and he had lived with for almost 7 years. Every inch of that house dripped with memories and those can be either comforting or completely hard to relive. There’s are stages of grief and they take time. One week is not nearly enough to even let the death sink in. Staying and remembering is often the only comfort in those times.

-Mary let them live in the guest house one to which all except Phoebe had never lived in before and were exactly what they are, “guest”quarters. Jim was not a “guest” in Freddie’s life. Also, Guards were posted in the house with explicit instructions to let no one in to any part of the house without either being scheduled or having been granted permission. Including the garden Jim had worked so hard to maintain. What the hell could he have stolen in the garden? Have you ever gardened it’s a LOT of work in heat and snow and takes a lot of physical toil. Jim didn’t care he did the job when instead he could have just lounged around the house being waited on hand and foot. A place you live with someone you love has a lot of importance in the grieving process and it takes they say about half the amount of time that you lived there with the person for you to start to move forward. Half of seven years is 3 and a half YEARS not 1 week or 3 months. You become a widow or widower and report back if I’m wrong.

-when Freddie just died, after the shock and grief of his fans had waned a bit, about a year later, a lot of Queen was only a memory and wasn’t as beloved as they are now. They kind of went dormant. Unless you were a lifelong, die hard fan people were at least a little bit less grieving than they had when Freddie died. So the timing of this gold digger’s book is really odd.

-Jim wrote the book in 1993. Made in Heaven hadn’t come out yet and the Queen renaissance hadn’t even started gaining momentum yet. In its first printing the book didn’t even sell that well. Jim shared all profits with the publisher and Tim Whapshott as well so it wasn’t exactly a cash cow at least not in England. He went on tv for about 10 minutes promoting it and on shows in countries that had a lot more going on than finding things out about a recently dead rockstar, such as civil war in Czechoslovakia for example, so I highly doubt it was selling out in bookstores.

-Until much later close to the end of Jim’s life Freddie’s Legend status hadn’t been cemented quite yet. The band was popular but nowhere close to what they are today. Jim left all profits of the book to the hospital where he was treated for cancer. That doesn’t sound much like the actions of a gold digger.

-When George Michael died he left his boyfriend at the time very little compared to what he actually was worth but way way more than Freddie left Jim. George’s boyfriend published a tell all novel with explicit details of their love life and not one thing was held back and he did it super soon after George’s death even saying George would pay for not leaving him money. Which happened! and for a while the reputation of George Michael was poison for anyone to touch. Things have changed now but that book was as written out of spite. Jim’s was written to cope with grief.

-Jim talked about a few details of his love life with Freddie, but has everyone forgotten that Freddie himself was way more descriptive of sexual things than anything Jim even talked about. Ffs he told the press he had an insatiable sexual appetite and certainly didn’t hide the fact he had “a lot of sex” from the public.

-Yes, it’s horrible to read about the horrible affect that disease had on Freddie’s body and Jim recounted what was truly important not anything super embarrassing. So he wet the bed and he changed his shorts, big deal. That says nothing bad about Freddie! It just proves how awful and horrible the way AIDS kills and in the most painful way. That way anyone who had any doubt that it was horrible didn’t after Jim’s book. Awareness was still a hard topic to get into people’s heads in 1993. It had just started becoming a widely known disease since Magic Johnson announced his positive status in 1992.

-Jim was still upset with the situation and when that book was published, yes admittedly, he sounds a bit bitter in the end because what happened after he lost the love of his life was still a new wound.

-If Jim wanted to make “real” money he could have gone to another more well-known source to write the book and he could have gone into very explicit detail as to how Freddie Mercury was as a lover. But he treated it as respectfully as he could. Leaving it out would have left out a huge part of their relationship. That book wasn’t a enormous money maker until recently. Some of Freddie’s friends have described things about Freddie’s life in much more detail than Jim did. Also, Jim never had anything bad to say about him in any public appearances, he did for documentaries, or any time he was asked for a quote about Freddie. It would be very easy for a gold digger to divulge details that would disparage the legend of Freddie but Jim loved him and he didn’t become a multimillionaire at any point in his life so how exactly is he a gold digger?

-yes he wrote in his book about the house and how he felt it was partly his etc... but you didn’t see him hiring lawyers to take Mary to court or even consulting with one, about that. He took the knocks and tried to move on. A gold digger would fight tooth and nail to get any money they could. There are countless examples of these things

-My last point is kind of a repeat of the beginning of this long ass essay. Jim Hutton died almost a decade ago, Freddie has been gone for almost 30 years. Any gag orders or promises to keep secrets has long since expired. If Jim was truly a gold digging leech someone who knew the both of them first hand would have SAID SOMETHING! The only people who say these things are fans. Anyone who was a friend of Freddie’s has never said anything like that against Jim and all loyalties would have been lost by now. People would have cashed in on the Jim Hutton the digger story, by now. But no one has. There’s only one explanation for the reason it hasn’t happened.

IT WASN’T TRUE!

If the above arguments don’t sway you from your thoughts I have tons more but my fingers are about to fall off typing this. Not to mention if you aren’t a little bit more convinced that theirs was a beautiful love story and not a gold digger taking advantage of a sick man then you are too stupid for me to waste my time. I have first hand witness accounts of all of the points I made above. It takes less evidence to sentence someone to the death penalty than I have to prove Jim Hutton was just a good guy who wasn’t after Freddie’s money! So to quote another person who addresses this exact issue well. “Fuck off!” and go learn how to read. You obviously haven’t yet or you would have found out these exact things for yourself.