#and i didn't imagine the endless amount of possibilities there are when it comes to creating with the sims

[beachyserasims]

Geneva Island Legacy┃Chapter two┃ Work Lately

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To Be Continued in Chapter three!

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🩶As Close as Strangers🩶

~ The final part ~

@sorilyae @littlesnorlaxx

~(AU) Leon Kennedy × f!Reader work.

~{Find parts one and two here}

(Infinite Darkness era is exactly how I picture him for this fic 🩶)

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《 “Leon, he's gonna be so upset.” You said into the phone that night somewhat sadly as you tried to keep away from the bottom of the stairs, hoping Ethan wasn't trying to listen in from his room.

The flight to bring him to your city from DC had just been delayed and he wouldn't board for another three hours now. He sighed looking at the flight displays now painted in yellow and shook his head hating that he had told Ethan he'd be home before dinner,

“I know. But I can still be there before he goes to bed. Or try to at least.”

This was your ritual now that Leon was back in your life. And Ethan's. He spent only a few short months in DC, working and keeping in touch and using his small amounts of leave to fly to see you and his son. The visits were small but they were meaningful nonetheless. They visited the park and stayed up on the weekends to play games. It was everything you waited for and it didn't take long to realize.

You looked up the stairs again with a concerned glance and wondered if Ethan might take it better if he talked to his dad on the phone. You'd told him just a few minutes before that you were expecting Leon in a little under an hour. But that quickly changed.

“Can I talk to him?” Leon asked on the phone and you told him to hold on.

You found Ethan in his room, he was crouched in the floor racing a toy car on his plastic track that spanned around his area rug. After a soft smile seeing that there were two toy cars set aside for himself and his playmate, you told him that Leon was on the phone.

The small tyke rose from his playtime rug and ran for the phone in your hand,

“Leon?” He said into the phone that he needed to hold with two hands, his tiny voice ringing with sadness,

“When are you coming to my house?”

Leon's heart sank hearing that tiny voice that leveled his whole world now that Ethan was a part of his life so consistently. Even though his precious boy still had no true grasp that Leon was in fact his father, the bond they'd built with sleepovers and endless hours of play felt just as precious.

But there was something else making this next visit so urgent. Leon had yet to ask you but he wanted more than anything to drive home to see his son instead of flying. There was just no way he could be relocated in the current climate of his federal assignments. And that made only one thing possible. Moving you and Ethan to DC, possibly uprooting everything you two knew and it wasn't easy for him to imagine how that could affect you both.

“Buddy, I'm sorry. I'll be home when you wake up in the morning, okay? I promise.” He said to Ethan on the phone, who frowned at the news of his late arrival.

“I can stay up late and wait for you. It's the weekend.” Ethan said to try and see him before he went to sleep one last time.

Leon smiled, giggling in the thought of his little eyes heavy and droopy by the time he finally arrived at the house,

“No, bud, I don't think your mom would like that. It'll be way past your bedtime. We'll make pancakes in the morning together, okay?”

Ethan finally gave in and made Leon promise again that he would be here and firmly he swore that he'd be there. No matter what. After the phone was returned, you told Ethan to put on his pajamas while you finished talking on the phone, then made your way back down the stairs.

You made sure you closed the boy's door enough to keep him out of earshot and you mentioned quietly into the phone,

“When are we going to sit him down and tell him, Leon? It's going to make his year to find out who you are.”

“No-” Leon replied in the busy airport that felt like nothing than background murmur as the hole in his chest hollowed further when he realized he missed his small son,

“It's going to make mine.”

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~Later that night

You heard Leon's rental car pull in at quarter past midnight. You'd drifted off to sleep on the sofa in wait to help him with his luggage. You put on a coat, trying to make it to the door, but he was already sneaking into the foyer quietly by the time you stood. You tried to take his suitcase but he brushed you away, shaking his head that it was fine.

He closed the door gently, trying to make sure he didn't shutter the walls as it closed and he smiled before pulling you close. His arms looped around your waist, hugging you into him before turning your chin up for a kiss in the quiet dark. You welcomed him closer but felt as he started to hoist you up onto the back of the sectional sofa.

You felt his hands start to wander, making your heart race as you kissed him for the first time in weeks. But you came back to reality when you remembered who else couldn't wait to see him.

“Hey, hey-” You whispered in his ear in the dark.

“Hm?” Leon asked, kissing your neck warmly and sweet.

“Someone didn't make it too long waiting for you.” You said gesturing over to the loveseat next to the window with a glance.

There, Ethan slept endearingly wrapped in his cartoon blanket with his head rested on the throw pillow. He'd been by the window, waiting for Leon's car, and the sight of his patience was enough to make anyone's heart swell.

“Awh, buddy.”

Leon sighed with a heavy smile as he began towards the window quietly. He wasn't sure if he should move him just yet but he couldn't bear the sight of him sleeping away from his own bed. He crept close to his small son, moving the sandy brown bangs away from his eyes and picking him up slowly under the arms.

He thought of moving upstairs but instead he merely sat down on the love seat, slumping the tired little boy onto his chest. He held his head onto his shoulder, covering him again with his tiny cartoon blanket and finally felt at peace there in a bear hug practically. Your lip quivered at the image of him holding Ethan in a way that he should've the day he was born and you sat beside them both.

You watched as Leon rested his head back as he cradled Ethan close and he said in a whisper between the silence of listening to his son sweetly sleep across his chest,

“D'ya get a chance to think about DC?”

You nodded, having had the conversation before he boarded his flight but you smiled before petting Ethan's back amidst his sleep,

“I'm not sure what there is to think about. You know we would love to come and stay with you.”

“I just don't want to uproot him, baby-”

“You're his home, Leon. He won't know the difference if you're there. He doesn't know you're his father but he knows you're his dad.” You argued with him in the dark softly but there was more. There was something else you saw that was on his mind and you waited for him to take that usual breath he needed to spit it out.

“What do you want to happen after that?” He asked softly, still cupping Ethan's head and you furrowed your brow, wondering what exactly he meant by that and he went on,

“You want to get married?” He asked as if the question was something mindless.

You froze, unsure of how to answer something so changing. You kept looking for him to start laughing or maybe just any indication that he might be joking but he was firm in waiting for your answer.

“You didn't mention that on the phone??” You said breathless and he nodded in telling you that was because he thought of it on the plane. Your heart raced in thinking of becoming Mrs. Kennedy, a name you thought should be worshiped when you understood what it meant.

“Is this…a proposal?” You asked, in dire need for the answer and he half smiled, knowing he shouldn't treat this so lightly. But it just felt too natural to make this exactly how he pictured it in his mind.

“Does it feel like one?” He asked his face softened in the thought of coming home to his wife and son,

“You really think I'll only ask once?”

You laughed quietly, knowing this would probably be a discussion to be divided into bits in pieces for the next few months ahead of you but you couldn't ask for something different. Being his wife could wait a lifetime if it meant the timing being perfect.

He stood with Ethan still sleeping in his arms and carefully made his way to the stairs. Climbing to the second level you watched a tiny arm swinging at Leon's side that he placed back onto his shoulder lovingly before reaching his bedroom. He laid Ethan down to his small twin bed painted with superheroes and placed the blanket over him softly.

Leon petted his head after sitting down on the side of the bed, clearing his mattress of forlorn toys and action figures lost in the sheets from his playtime. He smiled placing each of them back on his bedside shelf and he whispered down after a kiss to his tiny head,

“Your daddy loves you, buddy.”

He stood, making sure all of his night lights were turned on like the way he preferred to keep the dark away and he'd almost crept entirely out of the room in silence when he heard a small voice answer his whisper in the dark,

“I love you too.”

Leon stopped, knowing he shouldn't say anything, but it was hard to stay quiet at the first acknowledgment of being a father instead of merely his mother's friend. He closed the door quietly as his face reddened from the oncoming tears building in his eyes and thanked whoever was listening for the first time that he was able to stumble around drunk in the rain one night.

Because this feeling couldn't be bought twice. 》

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Thank you so much for all the people asking to be tagged on this story, and thank you again for all the notes and comments. It was a joy to write.✌️🥰

There's more Leon to come 🩶

[youaremycosmo]

《Too good to be true》 taemin x reader scenario

Taemin as the most-loving-cute-affectionate husband&dad nothing else to add enjoy!

cr. for the photos: Jjakgoongie Word count// 2,051 words Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// Cute moments with Taemin as parents of newborn baby girl, Taerinnie. (btw Taemin would make endless jokes when you call him Tae, showing with his daughter and asking 'what?' in the same time as they both share the same syllabe in names XD)

Genre// fluff

Warnings// talking about lactation, if you don't like pregnancy/ parenthood scenarios just don't read this ^^

MASTERLIST You stirred in your sleep, absent-mindedly searching for Taemin who was supposed to lay in the bed next to you. He was usually there, that’s why you groaned under your breath and opened your eyes slightly, not feeling the familiar source of warmth next to you.

The bedding on his side was a little messy, which made you push yourself up on your hands, looking around. Light from the corridor streamed into the room through the slightly opened door, making you sure Tae hadn’t gone to the restroom.

You were so tired from getting up every two hours that you just put your head back on the pillow, with strong determination to wait until your husband come back. Then you wanted to just lock him into a bear hug and try to get some rest again. However, Taem didn't show up for a while, which forced you to finally get up from the bed.

You frowned as the light hit your eyes, sensitive from the darkness and took careful steps around the apartment. You catched a glimpse of your daughter’s room, sensing it could be the first place where Taemin went.

Taerinnie was born seven days ago, and your entire lives had been subordinated solely to her from the first moment. Your and Taem’s little sunshine needed a lot of care, which, combined with the exhaustion of pregnancy and childbirth, meant that you felt completely worn out all the time. Not to mention stress from being fledgling parents, afraid of every single thing happening around her.

Taemin, on the other hand, seemed filled with energy like never before. Smile never left his face, no matter how little he slept and how much he took over your household chores. Additionally, he never forgot to take care of you as well, praising you at least a few times a day. It seemed as if the expansion of your little family had practically given him wings, and you weren't surprised at all. As long as you could remember, for Tae there was always the right time to get married and have a baby, although seeing you didn't share his opinion, he never pressured you into anything.

You leaned carefully against the doorstep, noticing Taem sitting in your nursing chair with baby Taerin in his arms. You could only see a fragment of his profile, but clearly observe your little daughter, dressed in cute rompers and wrapped carefully in a light pink blanket. Her eyes, huge and dark, stared constantly at Taemin, and her adorable cheeks moved continuously as she sucked on the pacifier.

- Everything’s fine now, right? - a loving and warm voice broke the silence. - Did you just need a hug? It's okay, mommy and daddy will cuddle you as much as you want - he purred, rocking her delicately.

You smiled tenderly at the sight. There were times where you could see him taking care of children and how well he did it. But when it came to Taerin, he was simply the best dad you could imagine. Tae seemed to have infinite patience and enormous amounts of love, pouring it on his long-awaited daughter at every possible moment.

- We can't wake up mom every time, okay? - his fingertip touched her cute, tiny nose. - Mommy is very tired because she's feeding you and needs some sleep... But daddy can also take care of many things - Taemin’s voice sounded utterly satisfied. - You and I are a good team too - he chuckled softly to himself. You could see his cheeks lift into a smile as he stroked her little face gently, like a porcelain doll’s.

Taerinnie's eyes were becoming heavier and heavier each second, opening with difficulty, but she still listened calmly to what her dad had to tell her.

- How on earth did I deserve an angel like you, hmm? - Tae whispered pensively - I always thought that being with your mommy was like a dream come true, then I couldn't believe that mommy married me, and now… there’s you… I always knew you would be the most beautiful baby in the world, after all, you got it from y/n... She was so pretty when I fell in love with her, but why does she seem more gorgeous every day? - he titled his head a bit.

You felt as your cheeks flushed, and suddenly you felt shy standing there and listening to all of it. Taemin was always full of love, as if it was the first year of your relationship.

- You are like my two princesses... And I’m the one who loves you to death -Taem chuckled under his breath - Do you feel like sleeping already? - he asked, probably noticing how Taerinnie's eyelids finally drooped and her face became completely calm and carefree.

- Sleep well, you have to grow a lot - he pressed his lips on her forehead, observing her tiny body for a longer moment.

You moved away from the door, seeing him rise to put Taerinnie in her cradle. He made sure everything was fine, then turned off the light, carefully leaving the room.

- Oh, are you awake? - he asked, noticing you, obviously surprised.

- I woke up because you weren't in bed - you admitted cutely, walking up to Tae and just cuddling into him tightly.

- Taerinnie cried again - he explained himself and smiled fondly at your gesture, his arms embracing you strongly. - I decided not to wake you up because she didn't need to be fed... And we somehow managed to calm down on our own - Taemin said with satisfaction in his voice, and you glanced at him with a wide smile.

However, your eyes immediately went to the ends of his long hair that curled outwards. You reached for them carefully. - Taeminnie, your wings seem to be showing again - you muttered, teasing him a bit.

- Ah, come on -  he rolled his eyes with pink shade coming to his cheeks. He reached his hands to your thighs and lifted you up. - This baby needs to sleep too - he purred lovingly, carrying you to the bed.

You let him make you comfortable on the pillow and cover you thoroughly with the duvet before he laid down next to you. His arms pulled you completely to him, leaving little space, and you could feel his warm breath near your ear.

Before closing your eyes, you tried to adjust your nursing bra a little, annoyed at having to wear it all the time. You couldn’t help but sighed loudly when you saw a small wet spot on your t-shirt. Actually, it was his piece of pajamas as you loved wearing it to sleep.

- I can't deal with this, really - you mumbled under your breath. You rolled up the fabric and struggled to correct the pads, which allowed you to forget, at least for a moment, about the way your breasts leaked milk at the slightest touch. Your body changes were quite hard for you to accept, maybe because Taemin seemed to be doing better than ever and despite passing years, he was still so handsome and hot.

- I need to change - you decided, trying to get up, but his hands didn’t let you do it, keeping you in place.

- Stay, don’t mind it - Taem asked in a low voice, his thumbs rubbing your side soothingly. - You'll still be getting up to feed Taerin - he added, and the tone of his voice suddenly became more worried. - Is it still the same?

- I think as long as I continue to breastfeed, it’ll look like this - you grumbled, clearly uneasy. - It's just... instead of a wife, you're hugging a cow at this moment - you tried to joke, chuckling hesitantly.

Taemin, however, wasn’t amused. - Don't talk about yourself like that - he chastened you in a serious tone. - You are still the most beautiful woman in the world. The most charming person I know. The sexiest one too - his hand slid slowly to your hip, which had been noticeably more rounder for several months now. - It's just… you smell… sweeter - he murmured affectionately, snuggling closer to you.

You gave him a side glance. - You're weird, you know that? - you cracked up at this unusual compliment. 

Taem raised his head from the pillow, obviously outraged. - I'm just stating a fact, it's not weird - he hissed, lying down again immediately. 

- Like asking if you can try my breast milk, not weird at all - you teased him, closing your eyes. 

- Making sure Taerinnie likes it isn't weird either - Tae replied with confidence, but you could hear a slight laugh in his voice.

A comfortable silence fell between you as you tried to rest, knowing in the back of your mind that you’ll be woken up by crying again in an hour or two.

- I'm sorry -  his thoughtful whisper echoed in your ear, making you gently open your eyes. - I know... it's difficult for you and... well, I was the one who wanted to have a baby of the two of us, and the reality is you're the one who has to deal with everything...

- It was our mutual decision - you interrupted him, speaking without doubt. - You just wanted it earlier, but that doesn't mean you wanted to have a baby more than I did.

- Well, yes... - he sounded inconsolable. - But... I guess… I didn't really know what it would look like... I see how tired you are. I wish I could take at least half of this stuff from you, but I can't…- the tip of his nose rubbed your cheek. 

You decided to pull away slightly to look at him. - You actually do a lot of things to help me - you assured, looking into his concerned eyes. - And I'm grateful, really grateful, because I have your greatest support - you reached your hand to his cheek, stroking it tenderly.

- But... you're so damn tired  - he stated the obvious, biting his upper lip gently.

You smiled fondly and closed the space between yours and Tae’s lips, pecking them sweetly. Currently, you didn't even have the strength to kiss each other more passionately, so your affection was limited only to hugging and rather innocent kisses.

- I'm so damn tired, and I love you both so damn much - you admitted with amusement.

- Hey, how could you say something like that to Taerinnie…? - he groaned indignantly. - What example are you going to give if you swear like that?

You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath. - Okay, then I love you so damn much, and my love for Taerinnie is immeasurable - you muttered, annoyed by his comment. - Better?

- Better - Taem replied, satisfied with this answer.

- You actually have one task, one thing - you pointed your finger at him.

- What is this? - he stared at you with curious eyes. 

- Just try to look for a younger girl without stretch marks and breasts that don't leak milk all the time, I'll strangle you - you threatened him, and Taemin bursted out into laugh.

- Ah, what are you talking about? - he whined loudly. - They're beautiful... just... - he tried to wrap his hand around them gently, but you hit it.

- No touching - you reminded him.

- No touching - he repeated with a mischievous smile, pecking your cheek.- I… just…  kind of look forward to having them back…

You rubbed your eyelids with your fingers, trying not to laugh.

- Not only are you an idiot, you're also perverted - you commented, glancing at him again.

- Pff, if I weren't perverted, you wouldn't have such a little cute daughter  - he kissed the side of your head a few times and corrected himself on the pillow. - I love you…- he murmured, making sure it came out as loveable as it could.

- I love you too - you answered tiredly, slowly falling asleep in the safest embrace of this world.

[banquetwriter]

୨୧ Cinnamon ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ Johnnie and reader don't get together, sorta a unhappy ending (tho its unclear whether Johnnie is into reader)

summary: ʚ after texting Johnnie for days straight a party doesn't go how you imagine ɞ

Words: 1502

An: this didn't go how i wanted it to… you get a star if you can guess which song this was very loosely based off of.

SUPPORT ME

There are so many unique feelings humans feel that have names. Such as opia​, the feeling of looking someone in the eye and feeling an intense feeling of vulnerability. As if someone is looking through you.

Or exulansis, the tendency to stop talking about something in the middle of talking. Often when the listeners do not seem interested or relate at all feeling the storyteller is jealous.

Of course, there aren't an endless amount of words. Like for example there is no word to describe the feeling of breaking up/getting broken up with over text late at night when you're young and having to act completely normal at breakfast with your family the next morning. As they had no idea you were even seeing someone in the first place.

There are no single words to describe that feeling. A very unique one. It's a similar feeling to what you feel now. Dumb, maybe a little excited, and egear. You met Johnnie Guilbert almost two weeks ago at a party. Being a mutual friend of Tara’s it was bound to happen at some point.

You immediately felt a pull towards him. He was funny, had good style, and above all else was nice to you. Not a common thing among most men nowadays. Knowing the nature of Tara’s friends you googled him as soon as you got home.

Immediately found his Instagram and followed him. You weren't sure it was going anywhere but one day he followed back and another party the two of you had been to led to texting for almost 4 days straight. Often replying in between tasks never taking more than a few hours to shoot another text back.

You had felt electric. You had kept most of the conversation platonic and respectful but as the sun went down and the days went on the conversations got so much more real. Talking about both of your struggles, your hardships, and your successes. It felt so natural and nice.

Tonight happened to be another one of Tara’s parties. You had not subtly put on one of the most amazing outfits yet. Your hair, makeup, accessories, and clothes fit you so well, perfectly showing off your style. You however were not radiating the confidence your outfit dripped.

You were so nervous to see Johnnie tonight you felt like you could have a heart attack from how fast your heart was racing. It had been almost an hour and a half since the party really started and almost everyone was there already. Except Johnnie.

It was stupid really. You hadn't even done anything super romantic or anything to suggest that toward him when texting. And you two certainly weren't exclusive. And you didn't dress for men so really the fact you felt so sad and embarrassed was bothering you.

So there you sat. One shot in. Shoving down a slice of cinnamon-flavored cake. You numbly shove the fork into the slice of pure sugar and place your fork in your mouth. It was then that you looked up and saw that Johnnie arrived. He was being greeted by Tara and a few others.

You felt a second wave of confidence folding the paper plate and tossing your items in the trash, passing the microwave’s reflective surface to ensure you still looked good. Nerves ran through you, your heart racing so fast you almost couldn't see.

You sat against the kitchen island waiting for Johnnie to walk by you and see you. You casually sipped on a drink slightly moving to the beat of the music coming from the music in the living room. The small crowd of people with Johnnie made its way towards you. This was your moment!

You tried to not look at him as much as possible. That inevitably failed when you finally looked at him, he was in a black button-down. The first few buttons were undone with several metal necklaces. He gave you a tight-lipped smile, nodding his head at you in acknowledgment. You looked at him and you could swear your eyes lit up with a flame.

He was so cute. But that feeling I was talking about earlier? When you break up with someone but can't say anything to anyone about it? That's what you felt as Johnnie brushed past you and went outside. He didn't acknowledge you.

You didn't move, just stared at the floor with your red solo cup in hand. Instead of your eyes burning with fire they burned with tears. You felt so goddamn stupid crying over a boy you aren't even with. You quickly pull your phone out to have something to stare at, not just look at the floor.

The tears gather in your eyes and at this point, you can't hide the fact you are crying. You quickly make a break for the bathroom. You slam the door shut. Tears spilling out of your eyes as you sob. Your fake eyelashes collect the brunt force of the water.

You let yourself cry for a moment. You eventually could hear the house music again. Your breathing slowed down. You used a piece of toilet paper to clean up the tears and retouched your makeup. You let yourself feel how sucky this was.

But if he didn’t want to be with you he didn’t want to. Oh well, what could you do about it? You step out of the bathroom. You move to one of the rooms further back in the house, finding a group of people smoking. You decided you weren't gonna let him ruin your night entirely.

“Yo! Y/n…” someone called out. You turn and see one of your old friends. They offer you a blunt and you happily oblige, holding the smoking plant to your mouth and inhaling.

Letting the cloudy smoke fill your lungs. You let out a breath. Your head buzzed with the hit you took. You decided to take just a few more. You were definitely buzzed, maybe even high.

You weren't gone by any means but you weren't all there. You made your way to the backyard through the kitchen. Seeing Tara, Jake, Johnnie, and Colby all sitting around a little campfire. There were other people too around but you either didn't know them or didn't care. “Hey guys.” you slightly slurred out.

“Yoo.” Jake laughed out looking at you. You could smell the weed on you, your eyes squinting with red. “Shut up.” you giggled out sitting down next to Colby and Johnnie. “Hey, where's Sam?” you asked, grabbing Tara’s drink from her camping chair cup holder.

Tara shot you an annoyed look as you took a swig of the soda. Jake giggled into his eyes and had never seen you high before. “Oh Sam has a meeting tomorrow he needs to be at so he didn't wanna drink a bunch tonight,” Colby said smiling at you with a small nod.

You only nodded your head in response. Staring down at the campfire. It wasn't really cold outside, more just chilly, but the warmth of the fire felt really nice. Your friends went back to their conversations as you looked at the fire crackling. You felt a jolt on your left side.

You looked to your side seeing Johnnie peering at you. “You ok?” he asked you, obviously referring to that you were staring off into space. “Yeah I'm good,” you mumbled out with a smile.

The orange glow of the fire made him look so good. Giving a slight shadow to his eyes. There were so many things you wanted to say to him. Tell him how pretty he was or maybe how funny he was. None of them were appropriate so you stayed quiet. You were getting very dizzy.

“Dude seriously,” Johnnie said, his hand holding your shoulder. Maybe you were showing how much you had a little too much as you realized you had been leaning almost over the fire. “Let's get you some water,” he said standing up.

You followed him with a small smile on your lips. You wanted to live in this moment. Share a giggle and relish the fact the boy you liked was taking care of you. Let it feed into the delusion that he liked you back. But that wasn't fair. So you didn't.

You just silently watched him pour the glass of water into a new solo cup. He turned around and in your current state, you couldn't figure out what his expression was like. Was he happy? Mad? Concerned?

You decide not to figure it out. You take the water cup from his hand and thank him. Intentionally looks away, still feeling his eyes on you. It's like he wanted to say something. If he wanted to be didn't just slowly walk away.

You felt horrible about not taking that moment to flirt with him. But you knew it wouldn't end well if you had. So in a way you had lost but in another way you had won.

[sofiasjornal]

My (many) questions after HOFAS

While writing my HOFAS review, I was thinking about the different perspectives and POVs the new book could have, since we are finally leaving Bryce and Hunt's story. Selfishly, I would love the focus to shift to Lidia and Ruhn. Not only because they became my top two favorite characters but because the possibilities for crossovers and connections with the other series are endless. I don't think there's a need, but let me just clarify that this is all speculation! And because I might remember something more in a few days, or weeks, or months, I’ll update this as I go along!

1) Lidia has some kind of connection with Aelin and Mala’s bloodline (she named her son after Brannon, after all!!) and since KoA and ACOSF share the same timeline, and HOFAS is set after ACOSF, Aelin is still very much alive and could somehow connect with Lidia! She seems to have an incredible amount of firepower, the likes of which we only saw with Aelin, so there’s definitely a connection there. And they are both trained assassins, for god's sake! And with the stags! She’s a Terrasen girl, through and through!

But again, how did the fae shifters come to Midgard if Erilea (I don’t think the name of the planet was ever revealed, so let’s stay with Erilea) was never conquered?! Another rift that opened and then closed? Is there any mention on ToG of that? I don’t remember… I might have to read it all again! 

There's also the very interesting context in which Lidia's children were conceived, in a very similar ritual to Calanmai, from the Spring Court (ACOTAR). So how come two of SJM's series come together in Lidia's character?

2) Also, Ruhn and Rhysand would also be an interesting crossover. The similarities between the two go beyond those of Fae, it would be really interesting to explore that. Bryce didn't really explore these similarities when she met Rhysand, I wish she had. We know that Prythian is the home planet of the Fae, but definitely something linking Rhysand and Ruhn together.

Also think about the possibility, if Ruhn is connected or a descendant of Rhys's bloodline and Lidia of Aelin’s, then the two bloodlines are now united! AGAIN, SO MANY POSSIBILITIES, IM GETTING DIZZY!

So in a book where Lidia and Ruhn take center stage, imagine the power of that story!! I’m speechless just thinking about it! 

3) The link between Wyrd and Urd got me thinking! Somewhere in HOSAB, when Bryce went to the under-king and he talked about Urd, when she was not a goddess but a force, “When she was a vat of life, a mother to all, a secret language of the universe?” (Yes I went looking for the quote, my mind is driving me insane). This secret language of the universe, could it be the wyrdmarks?! And if so, remember when Bryce killed Micah in the first CC and Micah said “The language is beyond that of this world. It is the language of universes.” Could Bryce’s tattoo be in wyrdmarks and if so that would mean that the Book of Breathing is also in wyrdmarks! Amren can read those! HOW?! HOW?? And what are wyrdmarks doing in acotar and crescent city?! There’s definitely a connection with ToG! It’s right here!

4) The Valg, the Asteri, the Daglan, the Princes of Hel, and... one hell of a mess, pun intended! By the end of HOFAS, we know that the Asteri and the Daglan are the same thing. I’ve been, however, wondering about the Valg. I don’t believe the Asteri are Valg. They don’t fit the same characteristics. Besides, in ToG is said that the Valg’s home planet was ruled by three kings, a planet made by pain, wind, and darkness, and the Asteri were originally seven and come from a forgotten planet in the cosmos. Besides, the Asteri feed on firstlight and the Valg don’t have that need. So I don’t think there’s a connection there.

However, in ACOMAF, when Bryce is fighting the Stryga and throws a brick in her face, the line reads  “Bone crunched and she roared, black blood spraying.” This always stayed with me because it kept calling the Valg to my memory. The Valg have black blood as well. Also, the death gods feed on life just like the Valg, if I’m not mistaken! So could the death-gods be Valg? Do you know who else has black blood? The Reapers! In HOSAB, when Bryce strikes with the starlight sword it is said “And nothing had ever felt so right, so easy, as plunging the blade into the bony chest of the wounded Reaper. It arced, bellowing, black blood spurting from its withered lips.” So either it is a coincidence that all these creatures have black blood or there’s a connection! And considering the reapers originate from Hel, is there possibly a connection? However, it doesn’t quite make sense, because their home planet was ruled by three kings Erawan, Orcus, and Mantyx (let’s not forget that bitch Maeve). And in Hel, each layer is governed by a different prince, seven in total. So this is where I raise my hands and say I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ where to go from here! 

5) The whole issue of the Viper Queen! When Tharion went to the Viper Queen something’s raised “concern”. First, the blood oath! I only remember something like that being mentioned and talked about in ToG! Tharion was only able to escape because Ithan killed Sigrid and broke the bond! Remember at the end of HOSAB, after Tharion defected and VP ordered him to come back after Cormac’s death? He felt a pull of the bond that he couldn’t resist! Remember how the cadre were all Maeve’s prisoners with that same bond? It’s the same thing! And remember Tharion mentioning that her blood was darker than normal?! 

Feel free to join this mess and give me more theories and your thoughts on all of it! I’m just going to figure all this out! And like I said, as I think of new things I’ll just update this!

[al-the-remix]

Ghost!Tommy AU Brainstorming:

Okay I still have a fic to finish, but I've been toying with this idea for afterwards: set during season 6 where Buck returns from his coma dream with the ability to see ghosts. Once back at the 118 he starts seeing mild signs of ghosts everywhere: orbs and partial apparitions, more like echos of memories trapped at the sites of tragedies that full fledged spirits. The one exception is obviously Tommy who appears more realized to him than all the others. Tommy, who's been trapped in the firehouse for 7 (??? what is the timeline) years. 

I need to go rewatch season 6 to figure out some plot and character beats, but I like the idea that as Buck is struggling to come to terms with everything from the coma dream, and all the baggage that comes along with dying and coming back to life, he has this person to talk to that's–at least on the death side of things–been there before. I still want him to meet Natalia, and have a connection with her and they begin to date or are friends who are just hooking up casually (and have a lot more to talk about, lol). But at the same time Buck struggles with being drawn to Tommy like a magnet, this person who isn't even alive. 

I haven't quite settled on what Tommy's backstory is going to be beyond Chim not being able to save him in time during the gas explosion in season 2. But some of the things Buck fears the most are dying and people moving on without him and not remembering him. So when he starts seeing Tommy and realizes that he was part of the 118 and died and…no one ever talks about him? There could be so much potential connection there. (Obviously there's a deeper reason why Hen and Chim don't bring Tommy up, chiefly shame and guilt, but Buck doesn't know that quite yet.)

I don't know if I'd keep the sperm donor plot line. I'm not a hater, but I feel like recovering from dying, a death doula girlfriend, and a ghost boyfriend, is a lot for one guy to deal with all at once. Instead I think I'd like to bring Albert back into the fold in one way or another. I really enjoyed his friendship with Buck and was sad when he pretty much disappeared from the show. I just see this as a fic where the Buckley-Hans really lean on each other. 

I'd like to keep the tone of the fic not too heavy, and retain a good amount of humor even while Buck is thinking he's going a little insane seeing dead people and having a torrid, seemingly doomed, love affair with one of those dead people. 

One of the things I appreciate so much about the show is its ability to balance humor and angst, as well as developing this campy atmosphere where it's totally not out of the realm of possibility to have ghosts, and cursed bracelets, and magic fire truck that can drive you all over Los Angeles in midday traffic without the building burning down before you get there…

I'd prefer a happy ending, but I'll write a heartbreaking one if I think it fits. The difficulty with ghost aus, if you're going to have the love interest come back to life it's got to feel earned, and fit within the rules of the universe you've set up, and that's not always an easy thing to accomplish. 

I think if I wanted to bring Tommy back to life it could go two differently ways: either I could veer into full crack–which I'm not opposed to doing–but is really going to need the right set up (unless we're all cool with Buck and his hot zombie bf 🥰 )

But the more likely option is some time loop shenanigans as a fix-it. Buck is able to solve whatever preternatural puzzle I set up for him with his big brain and endless imagination, fixing whatever bad timeline they're in and making it so Tommy never actually dies. They say their goodbyes and Tommy ““goes back””--whatever that means with context–and Buck's all alone again. The firehouse feels so empty now without Tommy around. And the more days that pass by the more Buck worries that his big plan didn't actually work at all (maybe in here either everyone at the firehouse does actually forget Tommy ever existed for a little while because of yet to be established hand-wavey reasons or Buck's too afraid to ask about him/look Tommy up incase it didn't work and he really did lose him forever–preparing for that reality and living it are two totally different ball games–)

Until one day they have to call in air support at an emergency and suddenly Chim yells “Hey, there's Tommy!” and when Buck whips around sure enough there he is. And Buck's all like “can you introduce me to your friend? 👀” to Chim and Tommy's all like “have we met before? I feel like I know you from somewhere 🤔”. Tommy doesn't remember Buck (right away?) but here's this man who is SO CUTE and hot and smart and funny, and weirdly, like, super into him? And he pulls Chim aside like “why haven't you introduced me to this man before? Have you been holding out on me? What about my romcom happy ending?” And Chim is like “I didn't even know that he was into men!!” Meanwhile, Buck’s just hovering in the background full heart-eyes mode waiting to woo the fuck out of his man (the best he can without sticking his foot in his mouth)...

They exchange numbers and agree to meet for a drink after their respective shifts end and at the bar Tommy asks how Buck knows what beer he prefers, and Buck's all cocky like “I guess I have good taste in more than just my men 😏” and Tommy is caught, hook line and sinker. 

After that it's happily ever after for them, and Natalia is one of Buck's "groomsmen" at the wedding (they're all bffs now.) The end. 😌

[windsweptinred]

The amount of fun and intrigue to be had with Desire and Unity's time in the Dreaming... I mean there's so many questions!

Did Lucienne just miss there was a Dream Vortex and an Endless running round the Dreamling? Did Unity or Desire keep them hidden? In an untouched little patch of the Dreaming while the rest crumbled? Or were they in 'The Land' with the remnant of Alianora playing happy families. A place complete outside of Dream/Lucienne's remit. Was the Dreaming so utterly destroyed because Dream was cut off? Or was a lot of that the fact there was a Vortex running rampent? Because Rose seemed to make quite a destructive impact every time she entered. Was Unity and Desire having a child the only thing that stopped reality as we know it from crumbling? Or did Unity's Vortex powers stay latent because the Dreaming was in shut down mode? Is the Vortex's destructive potential only an issue if Dream is there to 'kill' it...Because if so that's some funky ass universal law right there.

Unity was dreaming for a century. Was she aware it was a dream or not? Did time pass normally or not, did life progress just like the real world... Did they age? Did the random dream logic stuff just get dismissed as you do in a dream. And then you wake up and realise that's why there were mythical creatures frolicking round the supermarket. Or was she lucid Dreaming? Was it pretty evident Desire was some kind of supernatural entity early on and they were living in magic land? Did Unity just call Desire 'my man' because she didn't have a word for what they are... You can't blame a turn of the century girl for not knowing correct gender pronouns after all.

Netflix has added an entire new generation due to extending Dreams imprisonment to 2022. We now have Desire and Unity's 'beautiful baby girl' mother of Miranda. I mean, did they accomplish what Hector and Lyta Hall tried to do and have and raise a baby in the Dreaming? Was the baby born in both the Dreaming and reality? Because Unity seems distinctly aware of her on a personal level. Did this daughter spend her days with adopted parents and nights with Desire and Unity? What happens when thier little girl dies in the real world?

Did they get married in this dream life? Is it cosmically legally binding? Was Despair invited?.. I mean, obviously Destiny would know. Did he come? He seems pretty up on formalities. Wait... Did he marry them? Do they have some weird little group pact going on not to mention it because they know how serverly in deep sh*t they are if Death ever finds out. 😆

And how does it end? Desire has settled into this dream life, Has this lovely little, utterly intriguing human, descendants, is merrily playing happy families in big brothers realm. They're possessive of them... If not, dare we use the word attached...Even possibly, 'loves' whether they admit it or not. Then one day, completely out of no where... Unity wakes up. Dream's free. It's over. No warning, it's ripped from them. The moment Dream gets everything back, Desire looses it all. And they can do absolutely nothing about it, unless they're prepared to admit to a whole lot of wrongs and beg forgiveness. Worse, Unity is now back in the real world and her time is officially counting down toward her meeting their sister. You can just imagine how Desire in this emotional situation is going to act...There's so many ways you could read their following actions. How do they go about getting their happy ending when it so heavily relies on Dream?

This is such an unexplored part of Netflix's lore with so much potential!

[pikkish]

OOUGH I AM GRABBING YOUR FUCKED UP RANGER HE LOOKS SO DISGUSTING I LOVE IT!!!!!!!! I love a corruption arc sooooo much!!! How did it happen, did Quake finally capture him and change him, or something else?

Thank you, he's been really fun to draw! I kinda think I'd like to make him even worse, or be kinda malleable with his design, but as it turns out I'm not actually great at coming up with lots of ideas for body horror, n what I've got so far is about the limit of my imagination eheheh

As for what happened to him, no, he was never captured and corrupted or anything! All of his physical changes are self-inflicted, though he doesn't realize that, and could easily be reversed, though he's not aware of that, either. The short version is, he's come into contact with an immense amount of arcane energy, both from handling the runes that make up the fabric of the universe (with his bare hands, no less!!) and in slaying all the most powerful entities that could possibly call themselves Quake- Shub, Armagon, that dragon in Dissolution of Eternity, and Cthon for the second time in Dimension of the Machine. Through conquest, through will, through the steady accumulation of achievement (and arcane runes,) he has become the most powerful entity in the sprawling, nightmarish realms of Quake, and Champion of the Machine besides. Effectively, he IS Quake, and with the power to warp reality to his will, he could do anything he wants.

The problem is, he doesn't realize this. Oh, he has some understanding that the runes are powerful and grant power to their weilders, and some vague impression that the Machine isn't a realm itself, but a place between, a connection between realms, but he doesn't know that he controls it. The slipgates always lead him to some new nightmare realm full of monsters because that's what they've always done in his experience, so that's what he expects them to do, and so that's what they do. And the monsters in those realms have always attacked him, so that's what he expects them to do, so that's what they do. He is, unknowingly, commanding the very world that he controls to be hostile to him, simply because he is unaware that he could do anything else- or that he is doing it at all.

In theory, this could go on infinitely unchanging, endless slipgates to endless realms, until he eventually made his way back to the Machine, only to begin again with a new slipgate. The problem, his physical change, began when he started to wonder if he was entirely human anymore. It started out just as wondering if he ever would see another living, friendly human again, because aside from just being all hostile, all of the even vaguely humanoid things he comes across are still distinctly not human- not even the ones that definitely were human once, like the Operation Counterstrike zombies. Then he began to think how strange, or coincidental, or unlikely it was that he was the only human that should be there.

Then he began to wonder if, maybe, it wasn't actually that strange at all that he was the only human, because maybe, he wasn't actually all that human anymore. How long had it been- centuries? Millenia? Longer? Humans don't live that long, he was pretty sure. And he didn't know exactly what those runes were capable of, but he'd held them, felt their power as it made his skin rupture and blood burst from his veins, as they forced arcane secrets into his head. Surely, that would leave some sort of lasting effect. And simply existing in the space of the Machine- a place that bends and breaks the rules of what he knows- humans couldn't exist there. They simply couldn't.

So he wondered if he was still human, or if he was changing, or when the change had begun, or when the signs of it would start to show.

By the time he was injured- arm nearly slashed off- he was quite convinced that he couldn't be human any more, because a human couldn't survive that, and he was certain, at any moment, the physical changes would start manifesting themselves.

And because he was the one in control, and he expected it to happen, it did.

So now, here he is, changed, grotesque, very much not human, all of it by his own hand, and all of it undoable, if only he realized he was the one who did it.

[blinkvlink]

the detective gets turned into a vampire by the ub when they are about to die but it goes wrong (in nearly every way you could imagine)

no because i was literally thinking about this the other day and had a brain rot over it so fuck it im writing an entire essay about it.

also thank you @wayhavenots for inspiring me with that reblog

i will warn that this might get dark a little. Also long. LONG LONG

TW FOR: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND SUICIDE

there are so many ways this could go:

The detective is extremely sensitive to everything around them (like Mason/Morgan but if you want extra angst make it even worse) from the moment they wake up: The lights, the way the sheets feel, the smell, everything is so sharp and there that it hurts and they are so over whelmed that they can't even form a thought. they can hear every single muscle shift, feel every single pore when someone touches them. imagine the way the LI tries to touch them, or talk to them to try and comfort them but they can't because even the slightest touch or word makes them so uncomfortable that they can't move. And maybe it doesn't go away. Maybe it's just stays and they have to live in a way that is limited. An endless life with never ending discomfort.

Imagine Morgan/Mason as they especially understand what the detective is going through but there is nothing they can do. they just have to watch be there in a way that doesn't make the detective disappear. think about how much they would just want to hug the detective because they were never really that good with words but they can't. and they can't tell that it gets better because they kind of know that it won't. they themselves grieve the one person they could touch and feel better, because the detective was the only one who helped them tune out the rest of the world. imagine how they would blame themselves for making them feel the things they feel every single day.

The detective especially didn't want to become a vampire but with UB not thinking right in the moment, being scared out of their mind because they were about to lose the love of their life, the detective turns immortal without their consent: if your detective doesn't think positively or just straight up doesn't want to become a vampire, imagine them waking up to a life that will never end . they see their LI, feeling everything they possibly could. Relief because they get more days with them, grief over their past life and the people they will lose to time in the following years, anger because their choice was taken from them, fear because they don't know how to live for years and years; it's just not something they can comprehend. they refuse to drink blood for days and days until they have to because otherwise they will die and the moment they swallow it's back in their mouth. they just can't do it, neither their mind or their body can accept it and they never get used to it even after all the years.

I haven't finished their route yet but as far as I've heard Nate/Nat were also turned without their consent. Imagine how guilty they would feel because they know what it's like: to have your choice taken away. the amount of regret and guilt they would feel because they did the exact thing that was done to them (in a way) and the shame they would feel because in the end they are still grateful the detective is there with them.

The detective turns but the power of their blood stays the same so they are now hunted for the rest of their immortal life (OR WORSE THEIR BLOOD GETS EVEN MORE POWERFUL SO NOW THEY ARE WANTED EVEN MORE): One fight after another, never knowing what might be next. Always looking over their shoulder because they just don't know who might be coming after them. not even being able to celebrate defeating a foe because they know another is somewhere out there, on the horizon. or someone somehow gets ahold of their blood and hurts people that are innocent, hurts people that they care about. their life just turns into surviving rather than living. and so they slowly start to lose sight of who they are. because they are tired. they are just so tired of fighting and sometimes they just wish they were dead because they knew it would be easier for everyone, safer for the world. so they slowy lose their identity, lose their little quirks and become a shell of a human/vampire being. (TW: SUICIDE if you want to get real dark, imagine they just take their own life at some point because they just can't do it anymore)

Imagine Ava/Adam, (who was always worried for the detective because they were human and while they could protect themselves, they could never do it in a way that would guarentee it) seeing the detective gaining the powers A themselves have always seen as superiority now have those advantages but still fear for their life every single day. Imagine them seeing the way the detective gets stronger and stronger but lose everything else they had that made them fall in love with them. them seeing the immortality they used to assure themselves with destroy the detective because now they are basically nothing but a never dying being with a target on their back. and they try to deny to themselves that it would be much more merciful if the detective was just dead.

Also Farah/Felix, seeing the love of their love lose the spark in their eyes, seeing the detective not responding to their jokes and quips the same way, the way they lose the joy or the will to live. Farah/Felix also losing themselves because it just hurts to see the person they were in love with not being themselves anymore. Imagine how much they would blame themselves because they took that from the detective. They pushed them to a road of never ending misery.

the detective loses control because of extreme thirst: the detective lashing out violently, not being able to stand around people because the scent of blood is too much, too overwhelming and inviting. they lose control, blacking out and hurting someone innocent, someone they love or worse they kill them without wanting to because they are slipping. and can't see anything else other than a monster when they catch a glimpse of themselves in any reflection.

(sorry im doing two for A and N but these just fit so well)

Adam/Ava (who viewed themselves as a monster, couldn't drink in front of the detective because they feared how they saw them) watching as the detective descends further and further down madness without wanting to. them seeing the detective crying and keep repeating that they are a monster. the fears of A become the detective's reality, knowing this happened because of their choice.

N still loving but struggling to be around the detective because they can't recognize them anymore. N who was in love with the detective's humanity slowly seeing the way they lose it and turn into something else entirely. how scared they would be of them, secretly. But they can't bring themselves to leave because in the end, the detective is their responsibilty. because (again) N choose this for them and they are willing to stick around until the end, no matter how much all of it kills them slowly.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg

So..yeah.

[mongeese]

as a fellow member of the kristen/tracker need to break up club pls speak on it more

Ask and ye shall receive. So first of all like you said in the tags of that post they are extremely messy codependent and not the healthiest relationship in the world. Although to give them credit, they are actually remarkably functional for teenagers in their first relationship, and practice a good amount of effective communication, but they are still teenagers in their first relationship. And they live together. There is very little separation between the two of them, and I think Kristen especially probably ties her identity very heavily to Tracker. If they broke up, she'd have to completely re-evaluate herself.

On the other hand, it seems feasible to me that Tracker has some built up resentment toward Kristen; she was of course being possessed while in the nightmare forest and so we cannot take anything she said as truth, but it's true that Kristen's issues seemed to dominate their relationship and what they talk about. Kristen can often be selfish by accident, which already has caused some tension between them. To me it seems likely that that could build up, especially given their experiences in the nightmare forest and how they both hurt each other in there. (Another thing I wish we'd get out of junior year but doubt we will is the whole gang actually facing the trauma of adventuring, but given the genre it's unlikely and honestly I don't know if they could successfully pull it off even if they tried. But I digress).

Ultimately it comes down to the fact that they are teenagers in their first serious relationship, and they're both emotional disasters. They're also both starting two different religious sects in two different countries. Kristen most definitely will not handle the distance well, and I think Tracker could start to grow suffocated by her overwhelming attachment. Which brings me to my second point: it's the best decision for Kristen's character development, imo. Her arc in the first season was dealing with her sexuality and loss of faith. In the second, it was her finding a new faith, based around uncertainty and mystery. I think it's time for her to learn how to be a person and to embrace these things without Tracker to lean on, especially when it comes to sexuality. Tracker was her gay awakening! I think if they break up, she'll be lost and depressed and as full of doubt as she always has been, which is ofc where the most interesting character stuff happens. Who is she without Tracker? What does it mean to be gay when you aren't dating anyone? How do you navigate heartbreak? These are interesting questions to explore in relation to Kristen, but they're also quintessential to the themes of the whole story. Teen breakups are as much a part of coming of age as teen relationships, and to me it would just ring more honest if they didn't stay together. The whole "starting dating in high school and never break up" gets on my nerves to no end, and I just desperately want more media to explore ending relationships in a way that doesn't always portray it as a tragedy.

And of course, last and most important is that it would be really funny. Ally fucking nails awkward flirty horny-but-angry-about-it characters. They would roleplay that shit so well the post-breakup conversations with inappropriate flirting would be amazing. Just imagine the "inspiring" speeches that would come out of a breakup. Kristen could write angsty teen lesbian poetry. The possibilities are endless and 75% of them are hilarious

[streets-in-paradise]

Three times they told you Andy was gone ( and the one he came back) - Andy Barclay x (fem)Reader

Warnings: Inspired in The Odyssey, Andy x Reader as modern Odysseus and Penelope. Canon divergences with season 2.

Summary: You keep waiting for Andy against any reasonable prediction, clinging to the promise he made the day he left. Nobody else seems to believe he could still be alive, but you are convinced of knowing better than them. The hope you find in your devoted love compells you to find strenght and resist untill seeing him again.

Notes: Despite I wrote it as a separated thing, some details of the story remind a bit to my (still unfinished) multichapter series. It was partially intentional, although i didn't mean this to connect because I still haven't finished it, I found some aspects of its framework very fitting for this idea.

Tags: @losersclubisms

Kyle came to you with the tragic news: Andy had dissapeared. 

She told you he managed to save a few kids and many more after them. She had barely escaped, not precisely harmless, from suffering a similar fate. The complications from a nearly death experience, her own concerns and sorrow along with the urgency impeded her from approaching you sooner to tell you the full story. 

You cried together, but she could have never possibly imagined hearing what you had to say once the tale concluded and there were no more tears left to cry. 

“ He will come back, Kyle. He promised he would and I believe in him.” Was your simple conclusion. “ We’ll have to be more patient, that’s all.” 

Some would say that denial was the first stage of grief, but yours was a very different thing. You were convinced of what you just said, the hope was real. Mixed with sadness, perhaps, but very much alive. 

" Nothing can break your spirit, Chucky must have despised you as a kid. "She held your hand as she tried to fight a new flow of tears. “ We can't know for sure. This is way different than before. "

“ Lost, missing.” You immediately corrected, holding hers with a softer grip. “ And those who are lost can be found, or find the way back home when we least expect it.” 

“ Don’t make this harder for me, please!” She cutted you off, frustrated and broken in equal amounts. “ I'm still searching, i try to keep my hopes up, but things aren't that simple anymore."

She couldn’t possibly understand, not then and without a full insight of everything you have lived with him. 

“ Chucky took many things from me, but never my hope in Andy. '' You briefly explained. “ He found the way back to me once and he will do it again. If the bastard follows him, I will know what to do.” 

That was your choice, what you decided to do with what was given to you. His sister remained in touch, there was a rather constant flow of calls and you could tell she was still worried for you in at least two levels. One, the most elemental, was keeping you away from danger as she imagined Andy would wish. She would keep you updated, but never invite you to interfere with anything. Close to that was her preoccupation for your personal deterioration as you submitted yourself to an endless cycle of high hopefulness followed by crushing desillusions. Crisis after crisis, your belief would always triumph overcoming the doubts ready to face new disappointments that would never be enough to make you stop. 

Six months had passed and the sorrow of waiting began to consume you, but you were firm in your stance. At that point even the slightest signal was enough to speed up the cycle. 

A call from an unknown number that you picked with an irrational hurry completely in vain. 

“ Hello, (y/n).” A soft feminine voice greeted you with irony from the other side. “ We haven’t met, but I have heard enough from you. Duty of enemy in law, that’s how I name what we have been so far.” 

Tiffany

Of all the people on the planet that could have been in the spot of breaking your brief excitement, it had to be her. 

“ What do you want?” You asked harshly, trying so hard to dissimulate with anger the tears already falling down your face. “ I have nothing that could interest you, so what's the deal? Did you call to make fun of me? To threaten me? Nothing scares me anymore, you are wasting your time. “ 

She chuckled and you groaned with frustration. 

“ You know? I was thinking of you. Someone I love put you in my thoughts … but don’t worry. It wasn’t Chucky.” 

For some reason she was using a casual tone that sounded almost friendly, which weirded you even more. 

“ They have destroyed each other, him and Andy, exactly as I guess both of us have feared they would. With them gone, there is no reason for hard feelings between us. Don’t you think? You need me, no one would understand what you are going through better than I do.” 

The comparison was repulsive, it sickened you to an intolerable point. 

“ Don’t you fucking dare … What can you possibly know about how I feel, murderer of your husband? You don’t know me, you barely know Andy.” 

The cold reproach didn’t seem to affect her. 

“ You should have seen his face when Chucky said you were next on his list! I have no doubt he felt true love for you. I heard you both used to playdate as kids, right? That’s lovely, so sad that it wasn’t meant to be.” 

For as much as she tried to sound sincere, you weren’t buying it. All she wanted was to wreck you in order to feel better with herself. 

“ We ARE meant to be. Andy loves me as strongly as I love him and my heart tells me he is still alive. If you have given up on Chucky, that’s not my problem.” 

It was a well delivered low blow, but not enough to make her shut up. 

“ Life has taught me a few hard lessons, remember that I’m old enough to be your mother despite I don’t look like that. “ She praised herself in her replication. “ I was once like you: foolish and full of hope. I wasted many years of my youth looking for that sign of life and when I finally got him back he wasn’t the man I was waiting for. Don’t waste the few years of youth you have left waiting for a man that will never match your memories.” 

“ That’s yours, not mine. “ You snarked back. “ He is worth waiting for, I guarantee you.” 

“ Sweetace, Andy will never return.” She insisted, condescending. “ The devil knows more through being old than through being the devil …  Don’t become a prisoner of your love for him.” 

“ I will cling to my hope until someone would show me a body, a privilege that you had to help you move on but chose to ignore. If the worst happens, you can be damn sure that I will not fuck up the rules of nature to bring him back. “ You called her out . “ And if they happen to find a ring in his pocket, at least I would be damn sure that it was for me. That’s my privilege, because Andy IS a REAL MAN.” 

You hung up on her, leaving up to her interpretation where did you learn those intimate details about her relationship. She would see that your only explainable source was your boyfriend, and his had to be Chucky himself. 

She may have accomplished to hurt you, but you disturbed her more than what you intended. An unspoken work of collaboration with Nica, the indirect responsible of triggering the call. In her crushing accusations of being a captive object used as a sick replacement for the love that Chucky never gave her she included the reminder of that significant reaction Tiffany once noticed in Andy when your safety was verbally threatened. Self reflective narcissism projecting her experiences inspired the glimpses of advice she gave you, as if she would be helping herself through you. Bitterness acquired through the verbal poison made her wish she could hear you suffer, but she stumbled with the wall of your love driven unbreakable patience. 

Ten months had passed; and your few normal, unaware friends were truly concerned. Taking extra work and claiming you were too busy for anything wouldn’t convince anyone anymore. Neither would the ten thousand solitary hobbies you seemed to be practicing in order to appear less miserable. Many were blatant lies, but only one of those stood up the test of time. 

Knitting, you did well on that because it gave your anxious hands something to stay occupied on. Your fingers would acquire a faster response through the hours of practice and the visible results of your skill was some sort of fake proof of your pretended improvement. That didn’t stop your well intentioned friends from trying to drag you out of the house or even suggest setting you up for possible dates with guys they knew, but little did you know it would provide a vital service for you. 

A defense weapon to improvise as you were fighting for your life, stabbing Chucky in the heart. Old habit, you aimed there despite knowing well it wasn’t necessary to do so anymore and you could have carved deeper but something stronger than survival instinct or your hate for him stopped you.   

Obtaining news, the light of a possible lead to brighten your dark days giving a clear direction to your purpose. If he was dumb enough to show up thinking you would easily get killed without Andy having your back, the least you could do was to interrogate him before finishing him off. 

Restraining him was one hell of a job despite he was already physically compromised from the fight and you had high tolerance to bites. Guided by the livesaving hack once discovered by your boyfriend, you switched the strategy to straight up inmovilization.

Andy would have been proud, or very concerned for you. An armless Chucky tied to a chair struggled to move his tiny toy legs.

" Couldn't you be more creative or did you wasted all your braincells picking the murder weapon?" " He harshly complained. " I never expected too much of you, yet you keep dissapointing me. Do you want to be an Andy copycat now, (y/n)? "

The demeaning comments weren't letting you down.

" He knows how to be patient with you, i'm gonna skip it. "

Hearing you speak in present was enough for him to realize what the whole thing was about.

" You have to be fucking kidding me!! He ain't coming back, you dumb delusional bitch!! We took care of him. "

" Bullshit, you wouldn't be here otherwise. " You intensely contradicted. " I know damn well you never gave a fuck about me, Chuck. You only come to me when you think of hurting Andy. "

" Double bullshit, I love to make all my children suffer. You being the bottom of the barrel means I never used to have enough time to get you, but he is dead and nothing stands in my way now. "

Your fingers toyed with the sharp tip of a knife; a warning to watch his mouth.

" Where is Andy?"

" In hell, i hope so… " He mocked you, releasing a short noisy cackle. " i'm telling you the truth, but you can't handle it. You want to buy lies with torture and now you are mad at me because i ain't gonna sell. Self deception is an addiction and i'm not dealing for ya. "

He was just trying to manipulate you, or at least you wanted to believe that. ' Be still my heart' you would tell yourself. ' You can't break now, not for him to see.'

" Which one are you? Therapist Chucky? Fuck that! You better start telling me anything that could interest me or i'm going to invent a new mechanic to play pick up sticks. "

" What's your deal with knitting needles? " He asked, deviating the topic to show he was careless for the threat. " I'm not scared of your past her prime widow passtime, I wonder who are you trying to fool with that. "

" I'm making a blanket. " You mindlessly told him hoping to get back on track soon. " Actually I started it a few months ago, but i'm always too bussy to finish. I'm planning to get it done close to Andy's birthday, it's also my way to tell him I want us to permanently move together when I will see him again. "

Chucky laughed histerically, but the line between joy and pain got blurry when you inserted a knitting needle in his ríght leg.

" Next one will go inside the eyeball, i have small crochet ones for that … SPEAK!!"

" You are delulu and I have no usefull reasons to go along with it. " He insisted, pretending to be freshly recovered from the strike of pain. " If I would have know that killing Andy would leave you like this, maybe I would have tried a little harder way sooner… The sunshine girl drawning in fake positivity has finally lost her mind. Just look at yourself, it's over and you can't face it. Andy is dead, me and the boys are taking over. "

You looked at him deathly in the eye, absolutely confident in your position.

" He will come back and slaughter you all. Every exit will feel too small, even for little bastards of your size, when you will be trying to escape him. "

" I can give you something better than nice bullshit to keep you happy. I will tell you why you couldn't finish that damn blanket yet. " Was his final offer. " It's self sabotage, your knitting is just a scheme. You work really hard one day, then procrastinate on purpose because that thing itself is a symbol of your waiting. Finishing it is facing the truth, once you are done with that you are done with Andy. "

The accuracy made you feel exposed, your secrets discovered by the enemy in a way you weren't ready for.

" Wait … what's going on?" He complained once more as he watched you pick a hammer. " Do you really think you can hurt me more than I just hurted you? Make both of us a favor and drop it. "

It didn't work, not at that point.

" You aren't my last chance, there are plenty more dolls where you came from. More can keep coming and I will eventually find out. Every single one of you will be comfronted with the same question, no one will step in my house free of interrogation. "

Nothing he could have said would have made a difference then, his end was seiled. Bashing his head with the hammer untill there was nothing left released months of frustration in a single act.

It was kind of healing. You were calm on the phone with Kyle when you later told her he was there, conveniently ommiting the darker details of his visit.

First anniversary, one full year of missing the man you loved with no certanities of return had passed. It sadly overlaped with his birthday, the last time you spoke on the phone. For so, it should have been a dealbreaker date, a wake up call. Common sense should have encouraged you to abandon all hope.

Dedicating that day to remember him was important, but you weren't going to go on in endless lamenting. You prepared a simbolical birthday table in his name, not a funeral.

The blanket wasn't finished, but you had a home made cake and little candles.

" Happy birthday, love. Last year I told you I was going to make it up for you because we didn't have that one to be together. We don't have this one either, but i'm sticking to that promise as I know you are doing with yours. " You thought out loud, reafirming your commitement. " I don't know how things are going for you, but no matter what I hope you may take a few minutes to remember how much I love you. Weird shit allways happens arround this time of the year, but for once I'm taking that as a sign. From now on things are going to change, something has to happen and whatever it is I hope that will bring you back to me. "

For once, your hunch was more than a vague feeling leading nowhere. Sooner than what you expected Kyle sent you some urgent sounding texts and the adress of a hospital. Confused but hopefull, you rushed there careless for the consecuencies. The furious beat of your heart was choking you when you arrived and finally crossed the entrance, all the weight of you accumulated emotions crushing you.

Before any encounters with familiar faces could happen you came across two teen boys. They were staring at you and speaking to each other in a way they intended to be secretive, but you could perfectly hear them argue.

" It's her! I told you she was coming! I texted her."

That definitely raised an alarm.

" Junior, couldn't you just tell Kyle?"

" I did, after she discovered I used her phone."

Apparently, you were deceived by a kid. However, the other was considering your perspective.

" That sort of thing takes time, you are going to make them shocked of each other. "

" i rather take the risk, Devon!!"

You ended up approaching them directly, aware of being their topic of discussion and seeking for answers before possibly facing a new dissapointment.

In a first instance, you spoke directly to the kid who dragged you there.

" So, Junior. it was you all along pretending to be Kyle. You don't know me, but she is my friend. Is she alright?"

There was a strange feeling of admiration in the way he was looking at you, yet at the same time he was like a child embarassed of being caught doing mischief.

" Yeah, she is." He nervously confirmed for you. " I obviously have a very important reason to do that, but is not her… You are Andy's girlfriend, ríght? Nice to meet you. He has told me so much about you. "

Your expression transformed, the mention of him made you get very serious.

" Andy? My Andy? Were you with him? When?"

" I told you to take things calm. " The other boy warned, then redirected his speech back at you. " We are some of the people he saved last time. I'm Devon and this is my friend Junior. He has a tendency of attachment to idolized parental figures and recently he has developed it for your boyfriend. We rescued him, I was the one who found him along with our friend Lexy. The terrible state he was in made Kyle think twice before calling you inmediately when there was time to do it, but Junior had his own proactive plans. "

" He called her in dreams … What was I supposed to do?"

Your tearfull eyes and wide smile made them see it wasn't a time for arguments.

" I have not enough words to thank you, boys. Mind if i give you a hug?"

Junior was first on the line, what made you suspect he was severely affection starved. He also acted as if he knew you, what brought to you the question of how much time had he spend with Andy and what kind of stuff about you had he shared with the kid.

In contrast, Devon had a more normal distant reaction. However, the closeness of the words he approached you with impressed you.

" I never lost hope, i think it must be the effect Andy has on people. He saves your life once and you never doubt him ever again. "

It strongly resonated with your experience and he could tell by the shy smile giving you away.

" Definitely. " You agreed, thankfull. " How is him?"

Unsure of how to introduce you to everything, he gave you a criptic answer.

" The damage is not critical, but he is … changed. You will see by yourself."

They accompanied you all the way, sharing some details of their time with Andy in the meantime. Junior was very excited to tell you about all the chuckies they destroyed together, while Devon told you about his reunion with him. He said he found him degraded by the sufferings as a prisoner of the most brutal Chucky variant. Then, Andy arrived to some church institution where the boy was living. Devon and his friends were surrounded by the enemy, many other dolls there were plotting to kill them. You cassually commented about the one coming for you, but there weren't any explícit connections with their variants. Kyle found you in the hallway leading to his room. You hugged and she thanked you for keeping the faith.

Everyone was expectant for what was about to happen, but the outcome dissapointed the audience.

After a year of longing and suffering, when time to be together was finally there, you were both frozen in your spots. A distant silence reigned in your reunion as you curiously glanced at each other.

Neither of you imagined it like that.

The long time of using his thoughts of you as coping mechanism left Andy partially wondering if you were real. On many oportunities during his hellish captivity he imagined you and having the real you ríght in front of him was confusing. He could tell you shared that feeling, only under very different reasons. Your confussion was rooted on his unrecognizable aspect, your eyes were roaming him in search for the familiar features.

" C'mon! What's wrong with you?" Junior ended the silence, impulsively expressing his dissapointment. " is that all you have? He kills all the dolls and returns to your life after a year of craving to be with you and now you are going to just stare at him stone faced?"

The vocal defense of him that the boy iniciated on his own made Andy smile and in that slight switch of his expression things started to make sense for you.

His eyes, you could never forget the way of their shine following his smiles.

" Let her be. Looking like this makes hard for anyone to guess it's me. You don't realize that because you are used, Junior. " He softly corrected him. " I need at least a haircut and a beard trim so I can resemble the man she once fell for."

It was all coming together slowly, the sound of his voice got through the mist in your mind.

" I have been warned. Besides, outside changes don't matter to me as long as your heart keeps beating the same way. "

" If you want to test me, you are in all the ríght to do so. " He offered you, then deviated his glance briefly. " This must have been horrible to you, so I deserve it."

After all he had gone through, he felt unworthy of you. Watching you shyly approaching to observe him from up close made him feel embarrased. You were so beautifull that it hurted, exactly as he remembered you. In contrast, he was a wrecked man and his looks reflected it. At least you didn't have to see him at the peak of his misery like the kids did, but that didn't tranquilize him.

" I was making you a birthday present, but i didn't got to finish it. " You simply answered. " The work in progress is still making fun of me at home."

" Some things never change. " He sweetly mocked you. " Just like when we were kids, on the first goodbye. "

Unable to hold back any longer, you rushed to unleash all the intensity of your affection on him. It made the kid regret the reproach, but he was still very happy for you.

Andy was so happy he could have cried, the softness of your touch was something out of the world he got used to.

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Familiar Face

CHAPTER 4 LESSGOOOO. Comments are always welcome!!

Prologue - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - A03 Mirror

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Growing up surrounded by the weave was, for a lack of a better word, magical.

Knowing that if you put your focus into something enough, say the right words and move your hands just the right way, you can create anything with an endless amount of possibilities. Being human comes with it's perks, which is something your father has told you time and time again throughout the years of growing up.

You had spent countless hours entertained by your father's tricks and light shows, teaching you everything you needed to know about the different planes of existence, showing you stories beyond your imagination that he claimed to have lived through his lifetime, along with the characters that came with it.

Your first memory is being taught how to conjure up potions with just a few simple ingredients, and during the time you detested having to read through lists and pick out which ingredient is what because according to your father 'this was just as important as connecting with the weave'. In a way you wonder if he regrets showing you so many wonders while you were young, not knowing how deep your fascination with it caused you to not what to pay attention to the more educational things life had to show you without the weave involved. 

It was your first potion that you realized you had an allergy to certain ingredients, having fallen unconscious in your father's arms and hearing the tales of how distressed he looked while bringing your limp body to your mother, expecting her to be furious with him for causing such harm to their beautiful baby girl.

She laughed instead, explaining that the allergy comes from her side of the family and that there was nothing to worry about, perhaps a headache and an upset stomach afterwards.

She was right, of course, she always was. 

Your relationship with your mother was complicated. She meant well, and you obviously knew that, but she was always so stubborn. The teenage years you fought to see eye to eye on a lot of things, not allowing you to explore outside of your hometown and keeping you homeschooled while the other kid your age got together and hung out to do their own thing. As much as you begged and pleaded to allow yourself some room to grow and become your own person, she shook her head and said you were safest where she or your father could keep a close eye on you. 

"You have no idea what dangers out there you'd end up facing." She'd always say, sitting by your side as you pout from your latest meltdown from being so frustrated and cooped up. "I have no idea what I'd do if anything happened to you."

She always had a way of calming you down even after saying so many awful things to her to make her hate you, making it look like she was on your side and ensuring your safety before anything.

In fact, safety was always at the forefront of your mother's mind, having taught you how to properly wield a dagger and defend yourself against anyone trying to attack from any direction.

When you were finally brought out on one of your mother's outings, unfortunately you weren't quick enough to defend yourself in time, leading to your mother having to take an arrow for you in the process and a very stern lecture from your father regarding bringing their underage daughter to a goblins camp for the sake of honing her skills.

You weren't allowed to join her anymore after that, and soon she'd end up sneaking out to ensure you didn't know and couldn't catch her in the act. 

She said your pout was her weakness, but your father said despite feeling a certain way with her heart, she always went forward with her actions using her brain in the end. 

This began a cycle of the same routine day in and day out. 

Wake up, eat breakfast, have magic lessons with your father, have lunch, training with your mother, dinner, maybe some reading, finally followed up with a good nights rest to start the whole process all over again.

As you grew into your later teens, there had been little left to show you. You had a knack for conjuring magic, becoming one with the weave and focusing your time and energy into spells that can both wow a crowd and protect you in a fight. Your skills with blades have excelled as well, knowing how to stick to the shadows and remain undetected- For the most part.

Your father was an easier target, your mother definitely wasn't.

But regardless of the promise you showed with the skills you were able to pick up on so quickly, it wasn't enough to allow you to leave. You were an only child, and you wondered if you had siblings or more family if they would been a little more lenient with the rules.

Until recently all you'd do was wake up to your bedroom, looking over your equipment, books and clothes strung about and audibly groan with the realization that your every day life was just as boring as the next.

That was until you opened your eyes and wasn't met with the familiar blue and purple hues of your galaxy themed room, there weren't any sounds of your parents talking or laughing outside your bedroom door.

Panic began to erupt in your chest as your brain rattled through a million different things at once, unable to move just yet as your eyes desperately dart around the room and remember what was happening.

The last thing you remember is the taste of wine on your tongue, arms around your waist before being lifted into the air and seeing red before it all faded to black.

Your head pounds as you remember your journey to Baldur's Gate, the masquerade party and finally realizing you've come face to face with an entire gothic monastery filled with immortal blood thirsty vampires. 

If this wasn't the shittiest first solo outing in the entire realm, you weren't sure what else could be. 

You curse at yourself under your breath, slowly feeling the familiar tingling sensation begin in the tips of your fingers and toes before moving up your limbs and your body was finally catching up on the fact you've woken up from your catatonic state. 

How much time has passed by? You generally don't end up unconscious for longer than 5 hours as the potion works it way through your body, but you are on unfamiliar territory filled with power hungry beings that wouldn't hesitate to rip you apart in a second simply for looking at them the wrong way.

You needed to get out, and fast.

First you made a mental checklist of things you were still aware of, your clothes still clearly on your body so there hadn't been any inappropriate touching from what you could tell, definitely obvious when you inch your hand over your thigh and realize your concealed dagger is still strapped to you. Your mask also still remained over your face, something you were grateful for but you couldn't see very clearly with the edges of the eyeholes obstructing your view. The once cool plastic against your skin suddenly feeling rather uncomfortable, you raise your trembling hands up and swiftly remove it from your face and toss it onto the bed next to you, the headache pounding in your head more apparent even as the pressure of the mask lifted from around your scalp.

You feel pathetic, hopeless and frightened. But you have no choice but to gather yourself despite the way your stomach churns as you muster your strength and push yourself up into a seated position to scan your surroundings. 

It was a rather large room, not like anything you've seen before. It looked as though it hadn't been lived in for years, but the silk sheets were obviously fresh from the way it felt against your skin. It had a comforting scent, some of which you can't quite put your finger on, but you detect a hint of rosemary and aged brandy, like the one your mother drank during special occasions. There was a seating area off to the side, with a coffee table and a bookshelf likely filled with valuable tombs and scriptures that could be useful to those in charge of the city itself. Despite the dusty chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the only source of light came from the candles lit along the walls. It was dark enough that you couldn't make out a lot of the surrounding details to the room, such as the paintings hung on the walls or the intricate designs of the wallpaper, but perhaps you could find something to work to your advantage.

There weren't any windows, so the plan to tie together every piece of fabric to create a rope and scale down the side of the building was out of the question- Not that you even knew how high up you were from the ground. 

Your eyes finally land on the only wooden door in the room, which could only be presumed to be the only way out. 

Your slow to get up, everything aching as you turn your body to swing your legs off the bed and nearly crumble to the floor when you find your footing with those god forsaken shoes on. Kicking them off, you figured it would be easier to make a run for it if you weren't hindered by the death heels in the process. If you had really thought through every scenario possible, maybe you could have saved yourself the trouble and packed all of your usual equipment in a bag of holding- But then again you took your parent's stories too seriously and actually believed the vampires in Baldur's Gate were long gone when Cazador Szarr had finally been taken down. You honestly can't say what you expected before arriving to the party, but it definitely didn't involve having an allergic reaction, losing consciousness and waking up in a strange dark bedroom.

You suppose it explains why there hadn't been much news about the city for years, but you wondered if they had been telling you the truth at all. 

In the moment it didn't matter, the only thing that did was getting out alive and chewing them out about your discoveries once you're safely back at home. 

With a sudden push, you sway towards the door, stumbling forward as your knees buckle beneath you and you catch yourself against the antique wood and golden doorknob. You give it a slight turn, realizing it had been locked from the outside, which is obviously just your luck.

Why did you even think it would be so easy? You really are a naive little girl. 

You take a step back, considering your options. There weren't many places to hide, until you settled upon the wardrobe once more. Perhaps you could wait it out, someone is bound to come back to claim their meal, right? You only needed to remain hidden long enough to get the door unlocked and when their back is turned you can sneak out before anyone could be the wiser. Maybe if you're lucky, they'll think the entire ordeal was a drunken nights hallucination and everyone can go on with their lives as if nothing happened. 

Somehow you doubt yourself even as the thought crosses your mind, but your options are limited and the clock is ticking. 

You stumble your way over to the wardrobe, with every step your head pounds but you're determine to carry out your plan the best you can. You're surprised to see it's empty, for the most part. It's lined with towels and there are a few fancy ruffle shirts hanging up, but it definitely wasn't as grand as you had expected. Part of you is just glad there weren't any literal skeletons in the closet, so to speak. You push forward, climbing up and securing a spot among the towels before closing the heavy wooden doors behind you, closing yourself in darkness and providing yourself enough room to peek through the crack in case anyone were to come in and walk by. 

You only need to wait until the opportunity presents itself. 

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The party itself played out as normal, eventually some of the guests roamed home as the sun started to peak over the horizon, other guests were less than lucky to have been chosen by his spawn and taken away for a private meal between predator and prey. 

Astarion couldn't focus himself on the event at all, his mind swirling with ideas of what could be going on in his own home. Was someone playing a trick on him? Send a shape changing nymph after him to remind him of what he lost when he finally thought he had it all?

To be so lost in thought over this was destroying his mood to enjoy the evening, fuming at the idea a stupid human woman was causing him to spiral into madness from his own decisions and how he could have acted differently in order to keep her around. He had no real need for her any longer from the moment the black mass was completed, but to think had she provided a different response the night their relationship ended, she would likely have looked just as divine and youthful as the young girl he came across and left to rest in his chambers. 

He scolded himself, voices fighting within his own mind regarding the fate of the girl he locked away for safe keeping. He could turn you, make you as compliant as the rest of his children and keep you around as a reminder of the woman he once loved and lost. He could kill you, reminding himself that he doesn't need anyone or have time for weakness, if he rids himself of the problem before it becomes one, surely it'll finally be enough to put his heart at ease and settle the thoughts swarming his mind. He figured he could make that decision once he faced it, wanting answers regarding who you were and what your intentions really were when you decided to dress up and waltz into his home as though you weren't the most delectable creature to grace these halls in so long.

His mind wanders to when he was able to look at your neck, the way your chest rose and fell with every breath you took, how beautifully unmarked your silky skin was as it disappeared behind the plunging neckline of your dress. You were so pure, untainted and part of him wanted nothing more than to make you his and his alone. He wondered what your lips would feel like, looking so soft and delicious, nearly inviting him in to have a taste. He had no pained hunger for blood the way he did, but the idea of sinking his teeth into your soft skin and drinking your very life essence as his hands roamed your entire body was enough to make his mouth water and his lower abdomen twist in a way he hadn't felt for years.

It was only when he realized the hall had been cleared out of guests safe for a few spawn lingering about with their charmed or drunken conquests. Astarion had no issues where his children did their business, as long as it wasn't in his way or invading on his personal space. The sound of moans coming from their patrons was enough to snap him from his thoughts, the party coming to a close and he could finally get back to what had been plaguing his thoughts or what felt like hours. 

"Lawrence." He called, pushing himself up from his throne and loosening the top buttons of his shirt to give himself some room to breath, not realizing how pent up he had gotten just losing himself in thoughts of devouring you just moments before. "Ensure everything is cleaned up once everyone has cleared out, if any bodies are left over make sure it is taken care of discreetly. The last thing we need is angry civilians showing up to our doorstep with torches and pitchforks raised." 

"Yes, Master." The man replied quickly, straightening up from the moment he heard the first letter of his voice slip from his Lord's mouth.

He bowed his head as Astarion walked by, swiftly moving to start the clean up and keep his master pleased and avoid further punishment for his actions earlier in the night. It was obvious Astarion's thoughts were elsewhere, otherwise he would have been shoved into the kennel and told to stay put with nothing to feed on until his lesson of pushing the line was learned.

Astarion dug through his pocket as he approached the door of his chambers, pulling it out and slipping it into the lock. With a click, he opened the door and was greeted with the same darkness he had left it in, however notable that you were no longer resting on the bed where he had left you. He closed the door behind him, ensuring if you were determined to get past him, it would be just one more obstacle to overcome before you were free from his clutches. He had no reason to panic, or even get angry about the situation. Any sane person would be frightened waking up in an unfamiliar place, he expected you to hide. 

His eyes fell upon the shoes kicks across the floor, trailing up to the bed where the imprint of your body on the silk sheets could still be seen. The only other thing catching his attention would be the discarded black and gold mask now sitting on the bed in your place. He reached to pick it up, inspecting the piece of costume plastic as if it were a rare piece of art he had just come across. It was elegant, yet simple. Cute, even, and it looked absolutely divine with the dress you paired it with. 

You could see his back turned to you from your place in the wardrobe, your heart fluttering in your chest as you observe his every move and deduct when the best time to strike would be. You're glad the mask was distraction enough for you to make your next move, opening the doors just slightly enough to get a better view of the elf standing before you, clearly lost in his own world as his fingertips trace the intricate gold details against the black base. Your dagger was in hand, clenched in your fist as you slow your breathing and calm yourself from trembling too much. The wrong move and he could turn on you faster than you could conjure up a spell to protect yourself from his attack. 

You push the doors open wider. If he caught on, he's doing a good job hiding it. You aren't sure what it is about the mask that has him so captivated, but he remained wordlessly lost in thought.

The next few seconds pass by in a blur. You're feet are springing off the wooden base of the wardrobe, doors now flying open as you make your move. Why you aimed for his back, you aren't entirely sure, but before you realize it you've got your legs wrapped around his hips, one hand in his hair as you grip it and pull his head back while the other swings forward to press the blade against his neck. 

For a split second you believe you have the upper hand, until all you see is a flash and you have your back pressed up against the wall instead. The hand once holding the dagger to his neck now high above your head, your wrist caught in his tight grip while the other remained around your neck. You gasp as you feel the wind get knocked from your lungs, wincing as you try to keep up with the switch of positions and how to go about navigating your next steps. 

It takes a moment to adjust to the darkness, the candlelight doing very little to help you see, but a moment passes and you catch blood red eyes staring intently at your face, studying your every feature as if he was learning a new subject. He was so close to you, his body pressing up against yours to ensure you don't move from his grasp, his breath mixing with your own as you both remain silent with a tense unspoken feeling to the air.

You expected him to be angry, furious to have been placed in a situation where you could jump onto him like a spider monkey and threaten to cut his throat while he did nothing to threaten your safety.

But he wasn't. 

His eyes were wide, his grip around your throat loosening up as he searched your eyes for something. When he is this close you can see how his beautiful white eyelashes fluttered over his piercing eyes, the way they narrowed as though he was trying to register exactly what he was looking at, his eyebrows knitting up in what you could only describe as confusion and it felt as though you were staring at each other for ages.

Before you could open your mouth to say anything and cut the silence, his lips found yours in a heated kiss.

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Summary: Sansa finds a little (Just some mindless Dom!Sansa x Sub!Jon porn.) WC: 1.1k words Warnings:  Sex talk.

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Sansa tilted her head at the latex suit, unsure for a moment.

Should she get a larger side?

She was pretty tall.

Well, not too tall. Kinda tall.

Tall enough that some pants were short on her legs.

And did Jon like black on her? He did like it on himself, but... on her?

Did they have more options than just black and red?

She had googled a lot of things since talking to Jon, and bothered him a little bit with an endless amount of 'do you like this?' questions.

But she hadn't asked him about latex.

Maybe she should get a black dress instead of the suit. So she wouldn't worry about her legs.

Maybe...

Well, Jon liked her softness. Could she be soft wearing that?

Sansa liked having him being mean to her, but Jon was different. He liked a soft dom, sweet touches and cuddles and praises.

She had seen a video of Ygritte with a guy blindfolded, and she wasn't that soft. But she was good.

Really fucking good.

It was what had made her move, seeing her.

The idea of Jon tied with his hands back, begging her for an orgasm while she edged him...

Gods, it was the hottest thing she ever imagined that week, and it just didn't leave her mind at all.

So she got little things for him.

They had gone to that sex shop before, but this was her first time alone, and the first time she stepped there looking for things that were specifically for him.

"Hey," Ros walked to her side. "Can I help you? You look kinda lost."

She turned to her, grateful for a familiar face.

She was the owner, there was nothing Ros didn't know.

"I need stuff," she told her.

The shop owner raised her eyebrows to her.

"I do think you would," Ros noted. "Or wouldn't be in a shop."

That made her face flush.

"Is it for you or for pouty, dark and handsome?" she asked, a bit more playful.

Sansa chuckled.

"It's for my partner," she confirmed. "I want to... well... do a little something, you know?"

Ros hummed a bit.

"Blindfold?" she offered. "Some satin to tie his hands..."

"Yeah," she raised her basket with the second option. "And... hm... trying to pick the suit or the dress."

There was a hum by her side, and Ros pulled the black latex dress from the shelf, checking the size and giving it to her.

"Try it at home, come back if it's not your size," she told her. "Let your hair all down, put some dark makeup and lipstick... it's gonna go a long way."

She nodded along with the instructions.

"And high heels!" Ros added quickly. "He looks like one who'd love to see you in high heels."

It made her flush a little bit.

He did, yeah.

Ros grabbed a fleshlight, and a box with a rubber ring in it.

"You attach this to the top of your vibrator," she told him. "And you know the rest of it."

Oh?! She didn't know that was possible!

She stopped and checked her basket as Sansa waited.

"Start slow," Ros told her. "It's enough. You don't need a lot, just the right energy."

She nodded slowly. Okay.

The right energy.

She could do that.

"How is he in bed usually?" Ros asked as she walked her to the register.

And with anyone else, she would be embarrassed to talk about it, but Ros?

Ros was different. It was like she could tell her anything.

"He likes praise," she told her. "A lot, actually. Even when he is being mean."

"And you love him being mean," Ros noted.

Sansa flushed, giggling a little.

"Yeah," she confessed. "He lovs hearing me beg for it. For everything."

She squinted.

"And he is a switch, I presume?" Ros asked.

Sansa nodded, and her store owner friend walked behind her counter.

"Mommy kink?" she asked, setting up her computer.

Well... he hadn't said anything affirmative when she asked him about it, but his face did light up.

"Maybe?" she asked. "I'm not sure."

"I am," Ros took the basket. "Well... half-sure. Either mommy or mistress. You should edge him, it'll make it spill from his lips really quick."

Sansa smiled.

"It's what I'm doing!" she told her.

Ros grinned largely.

"Good. If you want to be mean, then you set yourself a goal number and don't tell him. Give him a break when he makes it halfway," she instructed her. "All the meta talk, food water, cuddles... praise him to oblivion, too, I think it'll keep him on edge."

Sansa nodded along. Okay, yes, that sounded good.

"When he meets the goal, ruin his orgasm," she continued. "And then go back into stimulating him. It'll make him scream."

Scream.

That was her goal, yes.

"Of course, if he is into that," Ros added. "Not everyone is a fan of that."

Sansa nodded.

She had asked him about that, and he wasn't against it.

And they had their safewords, too.

"Keep yourself firm," she told her. "But don't push yourself out of your limits, it's supposed to be something you both enjoy. Sometimes the simplest things are the best experiences."

That was sweet, but Sansa hesitated anyway, still worried.

"I don't know," she pulled her card from her wallet. "It's my first time. I might at it."

Ros shook her head.

"Trust me, I think you'll be just fine," she assured her. "You've seen him do it plenty of times, you have the blueprint. Give it your spin, keep communication open, and it'll be a great new experience."

She left with that in mind, driving back home.

It was the weekend, and Jon was grocery shopping. She needed to be quick.

So she put the dress on quickly, and if it didn't fit, then she would have to stale him while she got a different size.

It looked perfect.

She checked her phone, knowing he was going to text her when he got into the car, and exhaled in relief. No text. Good.

Sansa organised the room before running to the shower and cleaning herself thoroughly, smothering herself in her lotion and putting on his favourite perfume before her phone vibrated.

Jon was on his way.

She ran back to the room and put on a little bit of makeup and straightened her hair to make it look nice and shiny and slick, and put on the red lipstick that made Jon's face pink whenever she wore it.

"Sansa?" he called from the door. "I'm home."

She opened their bedroom door the littlest bit, looking at him through the crack.

"Can you put the groceries away first, please?" she asked. "I'm busy."

He stopped by the kitchen.

"Good busy?" Jon asked.

"Yeah," she told him. "Just... not gonna remember to put the ice cream in the fridge if you see it first."

There was silence on the other side for a moment.

"Okay," he agreed.

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[broodwolf221]

my viv meta is coming along well, but first: a little more solas meta - and i'd love to hear how other people interpret this! it's something i've given a lot of thought to but i'm not firm on my answers, nor do i think i have all the relevant information

solas' sleep

what was it / why did he sleep / what is uthenera / when did he sleep / conclusions

what was it?

i believe it was uthenera. he calls it his long sleep and i immediately connected that to uthenera. whether he's originally a spirit or an elvhen, i think it's pretty safe to assume he was immortal and this would be the closest he could come to dying.

why did he sleep?

personally, i see two possible explanations, and it could easily be both. first: he had drawn the veil - that must have been utterly exhausting. i mean, it was an absurd amount of power to expend. he split the entire world into two disparate pieces. that's wild. i can't imagine it being anything other than extraordinarily taxing. however, this would also imply he went into his 'sleep' quite soon after drawing the veil, which i'm not sure i believe, as i'll get to soon.

second: he's depressed. i'm not saying that lightly - he is absolutely miserable, wracked with horrible, endless guilt, literally everything around him a constant reminder of what he did. it wouldn't surprise me if he was suicidal, and assuming he is immortal for one reason or another, it doesn't seem like he really has the option to take his own life or die in battle - perhaps there are ways, but he appears to have not known then how to slay the evanuris, so i think it's safe to assume he also didn't know how to slay himself. thus, uthenera, the closest thing to a death.

what is uthenera?

to me, the closest real world comparison would be a coma. no thoughts, no dreams, nothing, just - asleep. presumably bodily processes shut down in a way that looks like death, given the canon that sometimes people can wake from uthenera. i suppose it's also stated that they sometimes come back with messages iirc, so perhaps it's not as much of a blank slate as i've been thinking, but it also could be that the process of waking is a wash of disorienting stimulus and imagery that they tend to interpret in particular ways.

assuming it's like a coma, then the whole time solas was asleep, he experienced nothing. assuming it's not like a coma, then the whole time he was asleep, he experienced something - dreams, walking the fade, memories, i don't know. and we have to remember that even wrt the line about how those in uthenera could bring back messages, that was clearly during the time of arlathan - as such, it was when the world was whole. assuming there are true experiences of some sort to be had in ancient uthenera, the same isn't necessarily true of 'modern' uthenera in the sundered world.

so, what happened to him during those centuries he slept? i've always interpreted it as silence, a lack of experience, a death-that-isn't. imo he had no awareness of the developing, changing world and didn't get to roam the fade, either. he was just... for all intents and purposes, gone.

thus, when he woke a year before the events of dai, that was him waking centuries later into a world he had no ability to recognize or contextualize. it would have been... utterly brutal. if he went to sleep shortly after drawing the veil, it's also possible that he wouldn't have even understood the fade or that it remained somewhat accessible, so that might have been a new revelation, too.

regardless: he wakes up in an unrecognizable world, after having gone to sleep in a world he recognized only as one he destroyed.

when did he sleep?

this one i go back and forth on a lot, but i think the most likely timeline is somewhere between months to maybe a year after drawing the veil. but this involves a lot of interpretation of things we saw in canon but weren't placed in a distinct timeline. for instance: i've always interpreted fen'harel's sanctuary as being a place created after the veil had been drawn. i absolutely think he was busy removing vallaslin and helping liberate slaves during the time of arlathan, but arlathan was interwoven with the fade at such a fundamental level that, without it, the actual structure of that world crumbled in many places and many ways. comparatively, the sanctuary is quite intact, as is skyhold, assuming it did indeed belong to him at some point.

i take that to mean that these were places he occupied after the fall of arlathan, after he had drawn the veil, and after he had worked to gather as many surviving slaves as possible. but it's not the only explanation! the elvhen seemed to build with the fade, but if humans were in existence/beginning to come into existence or if dwarves lived on the surface at that time, then it's possible they would have built without weaving it into the fade and into magic. as such, the veil would not have destroyed their structures, and places like skyhold or the sanctuary not being destroyed could just mean their origin was different but they were in active use during the time of arlathan.

which is very, very possible! actually having typed this out, i'm now leaning towards this possibility, especially wrt these places having been built by the dwarves - because there's that throwaway codex line in trespasser that says something to the effect of the evanuris making the dwarves unable to interact with magic/committing them to the stone/i can't remember exactly and since i've only played thru it once i'm unwilling to dig thru trespasser codexes, but still. i think it's safe to say that 1) the dwarves existed during the time of arlathan and 2) at some point they were cut off from magic and, by extension, the sundered fade after the veil was drawn.

plus the inscriptions on the doors through the sanctuary seemed to imply that the slaves were actively escaping the evanuris, so it seems to fit better into the narrative if that place was in existence during the time of arlathan and solas/fen'harel was regularly smuggling slaves out of arlathan and into his sanctuary, a dwarven structure that the dwarves were forced by the evanuris to abandon for some reason.

it would also then fit that he went into uthenera immediately or very shortly after having drawn the veil.

conclusions

i kinda changed my mind a bit writing this, so currently sitting at:

evanuris did something to the dwarves to cause them to abandon their aboveground structures

solas found some of these and used them to smuggle freed slaves out of arlathan

with way too many possibilities to even begin to address here, solas for some reason and in some manner drew the veil

utterly drained and exhausted by the act, he went into uthenera soon after

in uthenera he experienced nothing

he woke a year before the events of dai in a world he couldn't recognize

realizing he could access the fade in dreams, he slept - naturally - often during this year, trying to catch up

wrt the distortions created by the fade and the fact that it's all interpretations based on those who can dream (so, no dwarves) his information was incomplete, emotionally charged, and contradictory

[call-sign-shark]

I just wanted to say that every time I read your heaven x auther series I think of heaven having like two ocs in the peaky blinders series where the one oc that I am think of is from Mexico or Spain (I’m thinking she is a women) and she has a whole gang that used to fight during ww1 and she/they are smuggling drugs or different materials around the us or England and she and heaven have met or are friends and heaven takes auther with her to meet after a couple of years and I’m thinking that the oc in my mind is like a playboy or girl somewhat and like tommy but dates both women or men and has one night stands with them and their voice is a bit deep and gravely and has a bit of an accent to it.

The other oc that I’m thinking about can either be from Italy or china depending on what ethnicity they should be and could also have relations with heaven where they were probably born in Birmingham and their parents speak their original language with that oc and the oc is a well respected person in their area or they know about them and they know how to shoot guns and they are good at talking their way out of things and are street smart and book smart as they have a vast amount of knowledge.

I’m thinking that all three of them meet during a poker game or when the ocs are drinking at the Shelby bar and heaven sees them and they meet but it would also be difficult to put ocs in the peaky blinders story and it would be difficult since it would have to make sense and stick to stick to the story but I would like to hear your thoughts

Hi Jovin, thank you for sharing your thoughts with me and thank you for your endless support on Heaven in Your Eyes. I really appreciate it. 😊 Now, my apologies in advance if I misunderstood something or if I didn't reply properly -- I just came back from +2h at the gym, fueled with a sugarless redbull and a hyper-proteinate smoothie. So my brain ain't 100% functional atm.

First of all, I'm delighted that my series fuels your imagination. This is a very sweet compliment, and your ideas are really great when it comes to the two characters you're mentioning.

Regarding the first one, it is such a good character idea. We love strong women here, and the drug-lord girl boss from Mexico is a trope I like a lot. Yet I don't think Heaven would let her meet her husband. In fact, she does her best to keep him away from drugs. For the one-night-stand topic, I don't know if you referred to OC x Tommy or OC x Heaven and Arthur. If it's the first case, that's completely possible and canon for Tommy. If it's the second one, I'm afraid it would be quite unlikely considering how Arthur and Heaven are jealous when it comes to each other. Like, he has threatened almost all the men of Small Heath not to even look at his wife. I don't think he'll be okay with sharing her, even for one night. And somehow, Heaven is also quite possessive.

Concerning the second character, I love it. Chinese OC? Please yes, that's something I had in my mind for a while by the way. She/he/them could probably have a relationship with Heaven prior to her relationship with Arthur. Plus gender doesn't matter to her. It would make sense to have a little cameo of this character drinking at the Garrison!

I hope I answered properly! 🖤

✞ Heaven is you in the series Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC Heaven in Your Eyes.

✞ Parts of this series can be read as stand-alone but I advise you to read everything if you want a better understanding.

[rezonan]

Ultimate(Alpha) DC

Oh boi this is gonna be a long series of posts.

With all the rumors of a new Ultimate DC universe coming by Scott Snyder and Mark Waid, I've decided to add my own shitty take on one to the endless pile I've seen. Probably gonna be Called Alpha DC based on that Alpha Earth tease.

So when making an Ultimate-Verse you gotta follow the rules based on the TV tropes one, but I've removed to lessened the ones that only the actual writer writing the works would care about:

1) You have to have an overall Meta Origin, this is something that for all the original Ultimate Universe got wrong, it got this perfectly right. If you're going to make a new universe to help readers jump on, you need to cut off the Kitchen Sink of superhero universes. Examples of a Meta Origin are how in the OG UU, every hero was tied back to Captain America's Super Serum tied to literally every origin from the Hulk to Spider-Man to even Iron Man, all being attempts to recreate the serum on a massive scale so everyone who isn't an alien, a god, or somehow involved with the Baxter Building teleportation experiment has their powers derived from the Super-Soldier project or one of its offshoots. And the reason I didn't mention mutants was cause in the mini-series Ultimate Origins elaborates on the Meta Origin and how it connects everything else; the mutants, too, owe their origin to the project, or on how Earth X everything is a direct-or-indirect result of Celestial manipulation, on The New Universe had the "White Event", a sudden flash of energy over the entire surface of the Earth that gave one out of every 500,000 people powers. You get the idea, it makes everything more cohesive if making the universe feel smaller. In general you gotta make the universe as cohesive as possible

2) Important characters may be Killed Off for Real, basically, Time Travelling should be limited same with just general resurrection should here.

3) Backstories are altered to have more depth or outline their progression to become closer to their original character, to make it feel like a fresh take rather than a simple copy. For example Ultimate Captain America is my favorite example of this, for those who actually followed his development, he started out as this jingoistic, angry maybe racist but still heroic guy from the 1940s calling himself Captain America but by the time the universe ended, his encounters with other attempts at him like Nuke(Cybernetic Captain America of Vietnam) and Spider-Mans death he had pretty much grown to his 616 self if a little grumpy.

4) Creating an Adaptation Personality Change with Adaptation Heroism or Adaptation Villainy, to shift perceptions of who the character is supposed to be. Basically you can have certain characters act differently than usual or switch sides and stuff like that.

5) Adding new or reusing old ones in completely new ways characters (heroes, villains, supporters, etc.)

6) A generally weaker universe, power wise, that means no moving planets or cracking the earth, no running at the speed of light and all that. Characters may be more powerful or weaker than the original version, relative to how their abilities would fare in different circumstances, so Captain Atom has a chance to be the strongest instead for example.

7) Last and not the least is the general drive for individual coherency, taking advantage of the Shared Universe and planning the Crisis Crossover ahead of time. Whereas the original work may have run against a Continuity Snarl, the Ultimate Universe has the benefit of hindsight. Writers can cherry-pick the best ideas from the preceding work and streamline familiar story beats.

So now for the actual way I imagine it working.

So one thing Ultimate Marvel got right was the way it was kept small, so I'm gonna limit it to 7 to 10 books(compare this to canon DC where this is the amount of Batman books alone), probably corresponding with the Big 7 and some others and their side of the universe not sure yet.

I don't want this post to be bigger than it already is so I'll actually split up, Post By Post starting with Alpha Batman.