#and the one that contrasts most harshly with her father

[acherys]

@reborns: okay, but this was so poignant and beautifully written. i love this.

     In undeath, Zoen has found his family. While tragically that includes Arthas, it also includes the Ebon Blade and ( to a lesser degree ) the Scourge. For all the blood and horror between him and his father, he’s also found comfort and belonging with the rest of the damned. They’re his kin, and he’ll love them for the rest of eternity.

[a-regular-ol-pill]

This might be out of nowhere but but Xavier x reader x Aamon threesome ( i mean they really are not that related but they're so hot like really really hooot so i just wanna be manhandled by both of em😭😭) fem reader if u may. Thank youu! xoxo

"Who are you to her?"

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Xavier, You | Aamon, You | Xavier, You, Aamon.

!! NSFW 18+ !!

A/N: Apologies for any inconsistencies and the horrible layout. I'm getting the hang of writing again ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Pronouns Used: You, She/Her

Warning(s): Slightly OOC Aamon and Xavier, Dubious Consent, Manhandling, Smut, Threesome, Possessive Smut, Marking, Double Penetration in one hole, badly written smut, kind of sexual tension, just really really filthy smut, Etc...

You and Aamon were acquaintances. Not because you and him were friends; but because you worked for him. Since you were a kid, you were expected to tend to his needs. After all; you were the child of the most high end butler in the entirety of the Moniyan Empire. You were pressured, forced to stay and cook while your peers played all day.

Sometimes, you sneak out to pet the cat litter that was just near the playground. That's when you met Xavier. Xavier and his family had gone out to deliver shipments of merch to the Empire. He was told to stay put as his father bargained, due to that, and his boredom, he snuck away as well. He saw the cat litter first; didn't even see you as he stared at the kits in adoration.

You noticed him instantly and saw that as a chance to make a friend. And make a friend you did! In that short time Xavier's father and yours didn't notice your absence, you two bonded over liking cats! Blissfully unaware of Aamon who was watching. Because he was told to find you, as you were his new playmate/butler.

He envied the carefree attitude you both had and told on you to your father. Big mistake. The moment Aamon had said that you were slacking, you were pulled harshly back to the Castle Aberleen. Much to the horror of Xavier who was then caught by his father and taken away. You were given a heavy punishment; Forced to lift heavy shipments that your young body could barely lift; Forced to stay up until late at night to study so you could teach Aamon.

You grew to resent Aamon for that. And in turn, Aamon grew to resent himself. He regretted tattling on you and tried to cheer you up. Through your childhood— to your adulthood. He tried. Though, his efforts only met a stone cold face and a cold thank you. Albeit, growing warmer at each attempt. Your relationship was on thin ice, though, it was growing stronger. Even if it could crumble at any moment.

A few members of the House Paxley were requested to discuss the rivalry of the Knights of Light against the Light's Order of the Moniyan Empire; Why the House Paxley? They didn't tell you; But still, you and Aamon went. The topic of discussion was one you couldn't understand. A contrast to Aamon, who very actively participated in the discussion.

You weren't allowed to leave Aamon's side. So, to keep yourself occupied, you took down notes— Wrote down their responses word for word. Your actions caught the eye of the Youngest Arbiter of Light; Xavier had noticed how familiar you looked. But couldn't pinpoint why you looked familiar. He watches you. Eyeing the way you felt the intricate linings of the fountain pen with your fingers.

You were so.. familiar.. It kept bugging him. Until the meeting was postponed for both parties to think over each other's points. Aamon tapped your shoulder, and you two headed off to the dining room. Was it inappropriate to do so? Not really. The dining room was lined up with food; So the Knights of Light probably expected some of the residents of the House Paxley to eat.

Xavier followed you. As creepy as it may seem— He knew Aamon. But he didn't know you. Aamon was picking one of the deserts as you made sure no one noticed; it was the only time Aamon could indulge in sweets without getting told to watch what he ate; Someone taps your shoulder, you turn to the direction of said someone.

Instantly, your eyes locked onto Xavier's sapphire ones. The familiarity struck you both like thunder; You recognize him to be your friend! Why you were excited was self-explanatory. You get to reconnect with someone who also likes cats!

"Excuse me, may I know your name?" He asks, and you realize that you may have gotten too excited. Wait- what was his name? Maybe it'll jog up your memory. So you tell him your name, and he seems to perk up at that.

"Did you-." Suddenly. Aamon clears his throat. "I don't remember telling you that you could approach my butler, Xavier." He says bluntly. He knew his name, only because they sort of interacted when they clashed points. The air around you grows cold, and you look at Xavier apologetically.

"I'm sorry, but last I remember, you didn't say anything about me not being allowed to talk to your- ah, butler." Xavier's tone was passive aggressive; annoying Aamon even more. "You don't see me talking to your superiors about your obsessions with cats now, do you?" He spat, and Xavier furrows his brows. How did he know?

"Aamon.." You start, but the two are at a stand off. "Oh.. I remember why she looked familiar now.." Xavier says in a low tone. "You tattled on us because you were a pitiful child, with an even more pitiful childhood." He continues. Yikes.. low blow.. Aamon clenches his fists, and you tap both of them down. "Okay. No. Aamon- this is for the Empire's sake, remember?" Your attempts were short lived as Aamon suddenly grips your hand and pulls you against his chest.

"This is personal now." Aamon tells you. Xavier's chest burns as he sees the way Aamon handles you. "Is this a good way to get on our good side, Paxley?" Xavier steps closer. You were sandwiched in between them. And fuck did it made your heart race. "It's stupid how you think I care about the Knights of Light." Aamon answers. His hand moves to hold your waist, catching you off guard. Xavier's eyes flicker towards your waist, he was furious.

"Such a bold action to do to your butler." — "Do you think I care? She's my butler." The way Aamon said that was primal; possessive. Aamon did always have a thing for anyone else interacting with his possessions but— you?? "Look around." Xavier mumbles. Both you and Aamon were reminded of the fact that you were in the dining room. Sure, no one was looking; but for what it would imply..

"You want her, and so do I." Your ears grow red when you hear this. What the fuck..! You were almost 100% sure that Xavier just wanted to get reacquainted with you. But now this just fucked up what you thought before. Xavier's gaze went to look at your face, before he looked back at Aamon. "Back at that cat litter, you took her away. You owe me at least the duration of this break to catch up with her, no?" Aamon clicks his tongue and pulls you with him. Xavier follows, and all three of you managed to get into a vacant room and locked the door.

The room you went in coincidentally had a bed, and before you could even have a say in the matter, both men had their hands all over you. Xavier was feeling your chest, and Aamon, who had surprised you a lot this entire.. situation? Began to kiss your neck. Well, kissing is too much of a light word. Aamon was biting your neck, leaving deep bite marks that won't go away for a day or two.

He licked, sucked, and did whatever things you thought he wouldn't do to you; he held your arms to your side as Xavier began to unbutton your uniform. His hands work quickly as he pulls off your bra and begins to suck on your chest. Moaning softly as he notices how shaky you've gotten over this entire thing. You gasp, both Xavier and Aamon had their mouths on you and didn't care about the marks and consequences it would cause.

"Not.. Aamon don't.." You were breathless. Trying to stop Aamon as he continues leaving marks on your neck. "It'll be seen-." — "Be a good butler and shut up." He practically growls. Xavier whined at the lack of attention, and thus pulled down your trousers. His hands pull apart your thighs as he pulls your underwear down with his teeth. The cold air makes you gasp, your head craning down to watch.

Aamon didn't like that. He didn't want you to look at Xavier. He takes your chin, turns it towards his face and kisses you deeply. Tongue and all. You squirm against his iron hold as Xavier licks at your clit. The sensation of his tongue, furiously flicking that small bud up and down made you tremble and shake. You moan against the kiss, and Aamon moans in return. Xavier lifts up your thighs and places it on his shoulders, he continues to lap at your core.

Clothes. Oh shit Xavier's clothes! He was getting it wet with all your arousal and if anyone notices-. The thought makes your head spin, and you let out a loud, yet muffled whimper. Face bucking up into Xavier's mouth as you come. Aamon pulls back from the kiss. Looking down at Xavier with a glare. Xavier didn't reciprocate, as he licks you clean and stands up, between your legs. You were being held up by Aamon, and was about to get fucked by Xavier.

Were you in heaven?? "Don't you dare put it in before me." Aamon warns. His hand loops under both your arms as the other moves down to remove his pants. Xavier was annoyed at that, but if he argued, he knows Aamon would just walk away with you, no further discussion. So he complied. Pulling his pants down a little to let his cock free. As you were distracted, Aamon guided his cock into your core and lowered you onto him.

You were caught off guard once again, and you let out a small whine of pain. "Shh.." Aamon buried his head in your neck as Xavier stepped closer to you and kissed you tenderly. Your heart, despite running a mile a minute, skipped a beat at the kiss. "I tried to find you.." He whispered. Aamon heard that. Out of jealousy, he began pumping his hips, pushing his cock and out of your pussy in a quick, but soft pace. The movement causes you to moan, and you throw your head back against Aamon's shoulder.

You couldn't see it, but Xavier was stroking his cock. His eyes were locked onto where you and Aamon were connected. He pumped his hand to the pace Aamon was holding and moaned. Aamon pulled back from your neck, seeing you were fucked out of your mind, he smirked. He then looked at Xavier, taunting him. "She's so tight. Can't fit another one in here." Aamon chuckles. Xavier stops and looks at him with a glare. "Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe." Without wasting any time, Xavier smeared his pre-cum over your clit, stimulating you even more as you whimper and cried. "Wh- what are you-" You began to stutter. Aamon pulls your face close to his, your eyes bulge out of your sockets as you feel Xavier push the tip of his cock inside of you. Aamon groaned, the tight space got tighter as Xavier bottoms out inside of you. How was that possible..?!

"Fuck.. good kitten, taking us both.." Xavier mumbles, you almost mistook it as dirty talk until you notice how fucked out he looked. He looked high. They both begin moving their hips; Xavier out—Aamon in.. the sensation, the pace, it makes you cry out in pure pleasure. They start to leave marks on your body again. As if competing to leave the most marks on you. Your hands were flailing around, you didn't even know what to hold onto as their pace began to quicken. They lost the tempo that they had and you were being stuffed— sometimes half full, and sometimes empty.

They were molding you to the shape of their cocks, and you didn't even know if you loved it or hated it. Aamon, whom you still somewhat hated but have now begun warming up to, was fucking you. And Xavier, whom you haven't met since you were a kid was rubbing your clit— wait. He was rubbing your clit!

The stimulation made you come a second time, and the moment you tightened up, they both bottomed out. Spilling their essence into you like you won't even get pregnant.

Silence filled the room, aside from the heavy breathing and the light smooching as they leave even more marks on your body. Aamon let go of you, now holding onto your waist as Xavier pulled out. Kneeling down to clean up the mess they made inside of you before standing back up. "Are you okay?" They asked at the same time. You were unresponsive.

Aamon sighed and carefully laid you down on the bed. Xavier pulls his pants back up and clears his throat. "Does she have anything else to change into?" He asks. Aamon shook his head. "We didn't bring anything else." He then looks down at you; you were now unconscious. He smiles a little and brings you to the bathroom inside the room.

Xavier went out to get some water for you. And to also find some clothes for you to wear. He didn't expect to have a threesome with you and Aamon when he had just reunited with you, but that wasn't the priority right now. The priority was to find you some clothes.

They might not be getting along now, but for you, they'll try.

[swallowedbyfandom]

Portia had always assumed Penelope to be just like her father but clearly she is wrong. Her youngest clearly has inherited more of her cunning than Portia had ever dreamed. She had thought her too innocent and clearly corrupted by the Bridgerton ideals of "goodness" to understand that manipulation is the most valuable skill a Lady needs to survive society and marriage.

She had believed her daughter too fanciful and romantic to make a proper match. She understands now that her Penelope is in fact a vicious creature, she is also incredibly skilled and subtle. The kind of skilled that comes with practice and time. It was remarkable. She just watched her daughter call the season's most eligible bachelor a failure and she made him love her for it. She had not understood completely until Penelope explained it. That is how subtle she was. Christ, she is impressed. To think she had that type of talent just living under her roof all this time.

Curiosity makes her accept the dinner invitation Viscount Bridgerton sent for her and Penelope that evening. The entertainment she got from watching her daughter verbally spank the self righteous out of Eloise Bridgerton makes the entire night worth it. Looking at the besotted face on of the third boy when they arrived she already knew what the Viscount would want to discuss.

Penelope makes sure she looks the picture of untouched innocence when they head to dinner. One because she knows Anthony is going to claim Colin compromised her and they have to now marry. Second El is petty and will likely be dressed like a Cressida copy. She wants to highlight the difference between her and Cressida to Ant, Kate, and Violet by making her fashion choices look as vulgar as possible by contrast. She is going unravel Eloise through sheer manners. She is going to use her most gentle and airy tones. She wonders if El will make it to the fourth course.

Eloise makes her first move by insinuating how unwelcome Penelope is. "I must say I am surprised you see you here."

Politely I inquire, "Who were you expecting? You seem to be excessively dressed for a simple meal without company."

She lets Eloise stew while she enjoys her first course. It takes her more effort than she cares to admit to avoid blushing at the looks Colin keeps sending her. Luckily before she can embarrass herself Eloise butts in. "I saw Lord Debling's carriage outside your house today."

"How lovely for you. I did not know you were an admirer of carriage design."

Eloise spluttered at that. "I am not."

She continues to return El's volleys with the bare minimum of interest and information. It only takes until the beginning of the third course for Eloise to lose her temper. She snaps rudely and loudly. "I think Cressida will make Lord Debling a charming wife."

She hears Violet sharply call Eloise's name.

Finally she lets her composure slip. Colin can do with some healthy jealousy and Eloise needs to learn to shut her mouth. "Lord Debling is a true gentleman and a deserves much better than Cressida Cowper! "

"Cressida is not nearly so cruel as you make her out to be."

Harshly I respond.

"Cressida is exactly as cruel as I make her out to be. The fact that you do not see that, clears up any doubts I had about the end of our friendship. Cressida has spent our entire childhood verbally and physically harassing me."

"She has gone out of her way since I have come out in society to spread lies and rumors about me. To loudly deride my weight and appearance in front of suitors. She has spilled countless drinks on me and destroyed any gown she could see I enjoyed."

"Just this season she purposely tore my emerald gown forcing me to leave Lady Danbury's ball early or risk a scandal exposing myself, while you stood there watching like a mindless doll. She continued to chase after Lord Debling even after he entered a formal courtship with me. You assisted her I might add. You absolutely do not get to defend that vile girl to me. "

"Seeing how far you have fallen gives me second hand shame. We are friends no longer Miss Bridgerton, you will cease your childish attempts to provoke me. Feel free to never speak to me or about me again. I am a Lady and I will continue to comport myself like one even if you do not understand the importance of such manners."

"Good luck, Miss Bridgerton you will need it. Miss Cowper is fond of blackmail ask the Duchess about it, if you doubt me."

Rising to her feet she addresses Anthony, Kate, and Violet. "I apologize for making a scene in your lovely home. I believe I have worn out my welcome here. Thank you for the invitation but I believe it is best if I depart."

Violet is suddenly on her feet dragging Eloise off to parts unknown and ordering Greg and Hy to listen to Kate. Colin impulsive brute that he is, lifts her up bridal carry and walks off with her. Good lord, his fast pace is making her bosom rub tantalizingly against his chest. Gah she has terrible taste in men. That type of behavior should not be attractive.

Her mama and Anthony are hollering about propriety, liberties, and marriage. Honesty for a newlywed Anthony is still remarkably uptight. She would expect it from her mama but Ant is a reformed Rake. He should not be so easily scandalized.

She notices Kate is now nowhere to be found. God, she is going to be the only person with sense trapped in the study with three marriage minded morons. Well, this will be a delicate act to balance. She has a plan that Colin will no doubt do his best to ruin. He seems to be showing clear signs of Bridgerton obsession and general spoiled entitlement.

She means to stay calm and demure. Tragically Colin opens his mouth and ruins all her plans by being an utter fat wit.

"Do not worry, mother will straighten Eloise out. We will fix this. You and El will apologize and once we marry you shall be sisters."

She decided right then, she will take no prisoners tonight. The nerve of this arrogant boy! She shall shame him into tears.

"There will be no apologies. I am done with your sister. I will continue to be civil in public. She gets nothing more from me. Her behavior this past year has opened my eyes enough to see our relationship was not worth saving."

Colin sits there dumbfounded while Anthony and her mama settle in.

Anthony takes over, alternately apologizing for Eloise and scolding Colin for his behavior.

"Thank you for coming, Lady Featherington. It has been bought to my attention that my brother has compromised your daughter. I will of course see this situation rectified as soon as possible. I shall get a special license issued for them as soon as we come to an agreement. My family greatly adores Miss Penelope and will ensure she is well cared for."

Her mama's brows are practically in her hairline by the time Anthony is done speaking.

She interrupts before this can go any further. "Lord Bridgerton there is no need to offer marriage now."

"Miss Featherington my brother told me he has ruined your marriage prospects and compromised you last night. We are an honorable family. My brother will do the right thing and marry you."

She scoffs looking him in the eyes.

"Lord Bridgerton, I am not going to subject myself to rumors of marital entrapment to appease your hypocritical sensibilities. Mr. Bridgerton announced at my mama's ball that he would never dream of courting me. He has since returned to society and has spent the entire season kissing hands and flirting around with any lady under the age of 30. Your brother agreed to help me find an appropriate suitor. I have spent my season courting a respectable gentleman before your brother crashed his proposal for my hand. To accept a hasty proposal from Colin now is as good as an admission of guilt to all those who claim he has taken my virtue."

"I did not accept your brother's offer of marriage last night I shall not accept it tonight. That you seem to think I have so little self respect that I would agree to this is offensive. There are no witnesses to speak against my virtue, there is only speculation. I will not marry unless I choose to."

She turns to look at Colin's beautiful face, to memorize the way he looks at her with his heart in his eyes, before she shatters both their dreams. It is a gamble she is taking. If she is right, he will fight for her. If she is wrong then it is better to know now.

Colin takes her hands. "I do not understand. Help me understand. I declared myself to you. I love you. I want to marry you, Pen. You want to be married, you want to have a home, you want children. I will give you that."

He kisses her fingers after every sentence.

"I love you, I do. I have loved you in some manner for most of my life. However, I cannot marry you, Colin. I don't trust you anymore. What marriage can last without trust? And Colin, you don't respect me enough for marriage. You would not act the way you do is you had ever truly respected me."

Her beloved Colin kneels before her once again. As she continues.

"You claimed you have wanted me for weeks and I believe you. I knew you wanted me. You have never been able to hide your feelings from me. However you wanted to impress Stanton and Fife more. Tell me Colin, did you hesitate because you were unsure or did you hesitate because it was Penelope Featherington?"

"God, Pen. Stop. It is not like that. What cause I have given you to doubt me so?"

"You promised to protect me Colin, and less than an hour later you had thrown me under a carriage to boast your status among men you have told me you do not respect. Whether you admit it or not you believed yourself above me."

"I ignored you after you made a mockery of me last year to your peers. More so when you came back like an entitled peacock and attempted to use that false charm on me. That you thought your new looks and Rake mannerisms were enough to make me fall at your feet was most disappointing."

"I gave you a chance after you gave me a sincere apology. You told me you were not the same man you were last season when you apologized. You were partially correct, you are much more self aware this season. However Colin, you are still making the same mistakes. You claim to be a proper gentleman but you associate with the most classless individuals you can find. Men whom make sport of despoiling ladies? If you sleep with dogs you will get fleas, Colin."

"Last year I looked at you and thought you were astonishing. A special breed of gentleman who honors his words with actions. I had thought you were one of the few who understood the value of a lady beyond bed sport. In short I thought you were special, Colin. A man worthy of my regard. This season I looked at you and thought you common."

"I have watched you swagger about playing pretend as a cautionary tale. I look at you and it scares me to see what happens when one tries to gain validation from society. I had wondered where all your bravery went? You spent time encouraging me to be myself all while hiding away the best parts of yourself. What is the point of fitting in if it leaves you so exhausted? You have been miserable, Colin. So I have to ask, do you dream of me?Or do you dream of the security I provide for you?"

Colin looks pained as he interrupts her monologue. "Darling, please. Do not for a second doubt my feelings for you. I love you to your bones. If I am hasty it is because I want to begin our lives together."

She allows herself to gaze deep into his eyes before continuing.

"How can I know that? You have changed Colin! I am not speaking on your physical changes. That is a minor superficial change, that matters not to me. I am speaking of your... " " I am speaking of.."

She inhales deeply before she cups his face in her hands . She lets out a whispered plea.

"Tell me Lord Fife is lying. Tell me you have not become one of the unsavory cads you have warned me against. Tell me you do not frequent the brothels. Tell me you have not fallen so far. Tell me you are not claiming to have loved me while making merry in such a place. "

Colin wraps his arms around her waist while he weeps into her lap. His loud wails her answer. Her mother, Anthony, and Violet watch appalled. She distantly wonders, when did Violet show up?

She whimpers in distress. "Oh. I hadn't wanted to believe it. You have spoken so strongly against the practice before. You warned me a true gentleman would never expose his lady to such a health hazard. What does it mean Colin, that you would risk me?"

"You have watched me all season with heated eyes of intent. Yet you never came to call. You have never declared your intentions. You did not court me as is proper, as I deserve. You have done nothing I have been taught to expect from a gentlemen who is serious about taking me to wife."

"I am no mistress Mr. Bridgerton. Yet I feel as if you have been pursuing me as one. I shall not abide by such behaviors. I have standards and you have not met them."

If possible his weeping gets louder. She has never seen Lord Bridgerton look so horrified.

"I am going to go, now. Please, release me. Your touch makes me feel cheapened."

She allows some delicate sobs to escape. Her Colin weeps so harshly his entire frame and hers shakes with it. He pleads with her almost hysterically. "There has been no one else once I realized my feelings for you. I went with them but I did not partake. I have not sought any ladies since I realized I want to marry you. I swear. I shall visit the physician. I shall visit two physicians. I shall court you properly. None shall doubt our union. I shall fix this, I swear it."

She reaches for Violet and allows herself to break down in her arms. She feels terrible that she has subjected his mother to this scene. However Colin is a mama's boy the shame of her knowing of his misdeeds will be a lesson he will never forget. She can feel Violet's tears run into her hair as she tries to soothe her.

"Oh, my dearest Penelope. Just let it all out. I will make sure he grovels appropriately. Agatha and I will handle anyone who questions your virtue, due to Colin. That Cowper girl will not be allowed on our estate anymore, my darling. I had no idea she was harassing you so. It is okay, darling girl."

She will miss Violet and Hyacinth the most when she goes. She is leaving at the end of this season either for a honeymoon or for country living. She just wants her freedom.

Her mama rings for tea and cake when they get home. Luckily her mama gives her time to change into a comfortable nightgown and banyan. She wants rest so she can be nice and refreshed for tomorrow's schemes. Also there is a ball tomorrow night and Penelope intends to look divine for it.

They sit in Portia's tacky sitting room sipping tea in silence for a while. Portia seems to lose her patience after their second cup of tea.

"Penelope have you taken leave of your senses? Why would you deny a Bridgerton match? Why would you address such a topic? Why?"

She lets out a deep sigh. She imagines, I wanted to, is not an answer her mama will accept.

"Colin expected to be my husband but has done nothing to earn me. I will not have him until I feel he has atoned for his previous mistakes. He has had years to open his eyes and see me. That he did not notice me before is not a crime. That he noticed me and carried on like a coward is."

Her tone is more callous the longer she speaks. Frankly she doubts her mama wants to hear that she brought up Colin's whoring to deflect attention from letting him pleasure her in the back of a carriage. No. She shall keep that secret to the grave.

"I do not care for the company he keeps. Now that he knows that company is responsible for making him lose my esteem he will associate with them no longer. Plus Lord Fife has been working against him for years and Mr. Bridgerton is too naive to notice. I was providing him that notice. While also knocking him off his high horse." "Really mama it is a multipurpose attack. I torn him down with the shame of his own actions because his actions were shameful to me. His actions will reflect poorly on me. I will not marry some whore monger. He has always prided himself on being the perfect gentleman."

She shrugs her right shoulder, carelessly. "He is not perfect. He is just a man. He needed to be humbled. Frankly, he was getting too arrogant, too comfortable."

Her mother seems to evaluate her forever before dismissing her. She heads to her bed chambers with her mother's cackles ringing through the door. Dash it all. She will lock her door and windows and sleep this evening off.

[kamyru]

Fluffy family fanfic idea: How HLITF guys interact with their newborn/infant/toddler. (Like maybe they'll use a higher tone or become more expressive when talking to their kid)

Hey, anon! Thank you so much for this ask. It's such a cute one. Please, send me more family bliss requests, I adore them. I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I liked writing them. ❤️

Public Safety Detectives interacting with their babies (Shorts)

Jin Namba

Earlier that day, Namba saw his wife mixing the vegetables in the pan with closed eyes. So, when their son woke them up in the middle of the night, he placed a reassuring hand on her: "I've got him," he whispered. Jin kissed his wife's forehead and went to see what had disrupted his son's peace.

A barely audible "I'll come in a minute" left his wife's lips before Jin could leave their shared bedroom. The man hoped she wouldn't be true to her words and would continue her well-deserved sleep.

"What's bothering you, Baby Chicken?" Jin whispered, and a chuckle left his lips. He cleared his throat to calm himself, remembering his exhausted wife. Even if their son was already a few months old, he couldn't stop laughing when he called him "Baby Chicken", even if his wife hated this nickname.

After checking the boy's diaper and giving him his bottle, the man could finally admire his best project in peace. Baby Namba was softly snoring in his hands. Jin could barely stop himself from pinching his cheeks. However, what he couldn't stop, was the lullaby that came out of his lips. The boy smiled in his sleep, encouraging his dad to continue singing softly. After another ten minutes, Jin put his son back in his crib.

"Can you sing me lullabies, too?" a groggy voice asked him.

Jin chuckled and kissed his wife, who leaned against the wall. Of course, he could do it. He could do everything for the person who made him the happiest person in the world.

Hideki Ishigami

The aide in Captain Ishigami's car was rocking their leg. After their first mission as a Public Safety Cadet, they were scolded harshly by their Instructor, and the road back to the Academy was torture. They had to bite their lip to prevent themselves from crying.

Ishigami, in the contrast, seemed calmer than ever. He yelled at the poor newbie enough. However, he was far from being tranquil. At every red light, he looked at his watch.

"Can you call the most recent number in my contact list?" Ishigami finally broke the silence. His aide did what they were asked, with shaky hands and teary eyes. A voice they recognized to be of another of the Public Safety Detectives answered.

"Hey, MC! Give the phone to our daughter," Ishigami greeted.

Finally, the aide started to calm down. Something more interesting than their inner conflicts was in front of their eyes. Now, they knew who wore the pair of the wedding band that Ishigami had on his ring finger. Moreover, they found out that the frightening Instructor had a family.

"Hello, honey," Ishigami started. He was met only by a barely audible "Mhm." A sigh escaped the Captain's lips. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your concert. I sincerely apologize. What can I do for you to forgive me? Do you want to dance for me when I arrive home? What cake do you want to celebrate your concert?"

The aide's jaw was on the floor. They had no idea their Instructor could have this sort of emotion. And in front of them? Wow!

"I just want you to come back," a sad voice whispered. "And I want you to know that I'll be mad at you for a few more days," the girl continued, this time a little bit happier. Surprisingly, Ishigami let out a chuckle. After a few more words, he ended the call. However, he could feel his aide's eyes on him.

"What?" Captain Ishigami asked, more than dissatisfied.

"I didn't expect you to be so soft," the aide mumbled, afraid of their Instructor's reaction.

"For you, I'm your Instructor who is supposed to prepare you for your future job. For her, I'm her father, who is supposed to love and care for her," Ishigami answered with a barely visible smile.

Hyogo Kaga

"You dumb shitheads!" Kaga's voice reverberated through the entire Public Safety Academy. He was "explaining" to the newbies how none of them passed the last exam and how they could give up on their dreams of becoming detectives. However, his narrative was interrupted by the creak of the entrance door. The man was a second away from yelling at whoever had enough guts to disregard his lesson. Though, a little head with too familiar hair styled in two braids popped up. The little girl, who barely had enough force to close the door, ran towards the Instructor.

"Papa!" she yelled while jumping in his arms.

Kaga knelt in front of her and caught her midway.

"What are you doing here, brat?" he softly asked, while planting a kiss on her temple, as if he didn't scare the living shit out of his students a minute ago.

"I asked aunt to bring me here because I missed you," Baby Kaga answered while snuggling against her father's chest.

The man hugged his daughter tightly and reassuringly.

"I also missed you," Kaga whispered in her hair. "What is mom doing?"

Baby Kaga lifted her head and looked deadly serious at her father.

"She was cleaning. I told her not to do it because you commanded her to relax. But she didn't listen!"

Kaga rolled his eyes, yet a barely visible smile appeared on his face. He had no idea how he got so lucky to have a smartass daughter and a badass wife who gave birth to their baby son a few weeks ago and was already causing problems again.

Shusuke Soma

"I don't remember you telling me so many compliments," Soma's oldest son pouted while listening to his father talking with his newborn sister.

"I did. You just forgot," Shusuke attention turned to his oldest kid. "Do you remember things from when you were a baby?"

The little boy shook his head, understanding what his dad talked about. So, forgetting his sadness, he sat on his father's lap and looked at his sister.

"She's so tiny and cute," Baby Soma said in awe.

Shusuke nodded his head. A tear of happiness ran down his cheek. His wife was sleeping in their bedroom, still recovering from giving birth a few days ago. It was her first day back home. His son watched his daughter with an amazed face, willing to take her in his hands. And his daughter was a bundle of joy that increased his happiness even more. What had he done in the past life to deserve all of this?

"You also were this tiny and cute," Shusuke told his son. "You'll always be cute, even if you are taller than me."

Baby Soma rubbed his chin.

"What if I want to be strong and handsome, not cute?"

Soma let out a chuckle.

"Nah, you'll always be cute for me, just like your mother and your sister."

Takaomi Tsugaru

MC came up with the idea of having a team building after a few more newbies entered Tsugaru's team. So, Tsugaru, Tsugaru, Momose, and a few "kids" were sharing a drink in a somehow awkward atmosphere.

Little Hare and Momose were already accustomed to Tsugaru's antiques. However, it was strange for the rookies to try to enjoy the night with the person who yesterday took them out of an investigation because of their minor mistakes. It was also strange to see someone enjoy the strange combinations of food their Captain had on his plate. So, Momose, Tsugaru, and MC enjoyed each others' company while the newbies tried their best to look relaxed.

"I also want this!" a kid's voice yelled from behind the senior's back.

All three of them turned to the familiar voice. A little girl ran to Tsugaru's lap and was a second away from taking his chopsticks to try what got her attention. However, her dad stopped her.

"Better try what's on your mom's plate," Tsugaru guided the girl to MC's food.

"What are you doing here?" MC asked, as the responsible adult she was.

"Grandpa brought us here," the girl explained and took a piece of meat from MC's plate. Tsugaru put away his plate to make enough space for his daughter's food. He rested his head on hers.

"Us?" both Tsugarus asked.

"Yes, did you forget that you have two kids?" the boy who said this leaned above his parents and put away the beet pints they had in front of them. "I think you have had enough alcohol for today."

Little Hare and Tsugaru made space for the boy to stay between them.

"They haven't touched any alcohol yet, Noa," Momose said with a chuckle.

"Probably they are so old they get drunk on smell alone," the boy continued. His parents pinched his sides and chuckled in faux offense. At least now, their junior knew that there was someone with a sharper tongue and sarcasm than their boss.

Seiji Goto

"So, this paper goes in here, and this one in here," Seiji told his one-year-old son, who sat on his lap. After half an hour of sorting the papers, the detective put his son on his hip and went towards the laundry basket. "Mommy's white shirt, daddy's white shirt, mommy's cream skirt, daddy's other white shirt, all of them can bathe together. But they can't bathe with your pink romper. Do you understand?" Seiji kissed his baby on his head. In this position - sitting on the floor - MC found her boys.

"What are you doing?" she asked, with a soft smile on her face.

"I'm teaching our son to do the chores. We have already sorted my papers and the laundry. I don't want him to be as useless as me," Seiji said with a content smile.

MC frowned while getting closer to her boys.

"You're not useless," her lips whispered next to her husband's lips. Seiji leaned closer to kiss her. The boy on his lap started to clap his hands. His parents kissed him on both cheeks. "You have the best father in the world," MC told her son.

"And the best mother," Seiji added.

Ayumu Shinonome

Ayumu typed fast at his computer, looking at his superior. They exchanged looks that meant more than one hundred words. The hour at the corner of their screens was making fun of them, running faster than they expected. The first trains were already going. However, it didn't matter because both were away from their families on a work trip. Suddenly, a ringing broke the "idyllic" atmosphere between men. Hyogo gave Ayumu an annoyed look. Yet, after he saw the name on the screen, he changed his mind.

"Take it while I'm going for a smoke."

As Kaga went farther, the smile on Ayumu's face got bigger.

"Do you have two spare minutes?" MC's voice started.

Ayumu became alert. What if something happened at home? Was his baby daughter okay? A day before he left, Baby Shinonome called him "papa" for the first time. Suddenly, all his worries disappeared when Ayumu heard his daughter's voice.

"Papapapapapa!"

A pout appeared on the man's face. Why he had to be away from his girls? It wasn't fare!

"Aw, who is your favorite parent?" Ayumu asked when the girl was still mumbling. He didn't have to see to know that MC rolled her eyes at his childish behavior. So, to make everyone happy, he continued: "I love you both, my girls." Ayumu's cheeks were burning, and he could bet that MC's were too. She wasn't accustomed to him behaving like this.

After a few more words, Ayumu ended his call, and a voice caught his attention. It was Kaga who finished his cigarette on the balcony and was returning to work.

"Papa also loves you, honey. Wait a little more, and I'll be back," the frightening Captain said.

Knowing looks were exchanged between partners. They were even more motivated to finish their work and return to their families.

Toru Kurosawa

"How are babies made?" Toru's three-year-old daughter asked him while he was still in bed while MC tapped something for work on her computer.

In front of Toru's eyes ran all the possibilities to avoid the question. He could invent a story: his daughter would believe it, or tell her to ask mom: it would be fun to watch. However, he took his job as a father with the utmost sobriety. So, he put Baby Kurosawa in front of him and started his explanation:

"When a female and a male love each other, sometimes they want to have a family and babies. And for this, they usually have sex, but there are more methods to have kids."

A round of sweat ran down Kurasawa's forehead.

"And what is sex?"

Toru took a deep breath.

"It's a very intimate thing. You have to trust the other person to do it."

Baby Kurosawa awed understanding. A lot of other questions ran through her head. However, a sweet smell coming from the kitchen tickled her nose. She turned to run away and see what food was waiting for her and met her mother in the doorway.

"For how long are you here?" Toru asked with a pout on his face.

"From the moment she asked you the first question. I caught her words and got interested in your answer," MC answered with a chuckle. "Have I ever told you that you do a fantastic job educating your kid?"

Toru shook his head only to hear his wife's compliments again. He could lack seriosity in his day-to-day life, yet his daughter was an important matter that had to be treated correspondingly.

[subiysu-chan]

Meeting la Satin

From the shadow stepped a beautiful woman, petite and gracile, clad in a delicate, sugary shade of pink, her peachy face framed by waves of champagne hair. Her bitter, shadowy stare shone, the aquamarine contrasting harshly with the rosiness of her cheeks and eyelids, a little mole right above her cheekbone.

In her hands terminated by almond-shaped and well-cleaned nails she held an enourmous enema seringe, and in the other a well-worn whip. Her dress was protected by an washed apron, but no amount of soap and heavy laudry managed to completely clean away the blood stains off the linen.

She crouched down to the level of the little girl, her smile wide and angelic contrasting with the bitterness of her gaze, golden canines in full view. In a voice as sweet as rose honey, she said: "I am here to help you not make the same mistake as mommy and daddy."

The little girl didn't fully trust the young lady in front of her, but...Mommy and Daddy were in seperate rooms, but she didn't knew her way out of this place, and how the different, maze-like corridors with rooms that all looked the same, or the over-crowded top of the building, warmed with crowds of people who looked too much alike thanks to being shorn and emaciated. Her last expedition trying to meet someone knew didn't end well. It was only a week ago, so she still remembered the nice apron Mommy had sown for her being dragged through mud, bugs and poop, being pushed down, and then Mommy not being happy and needing to clean her face with a harsh soap that stung her eyes and cheeks. She pounted as she pondered. Following the strange, scary woman or staying here all alone, who seemed to be increasingly considering leaving her here. She was holding a whip after all, but she couldn't stay here either. And her gaze looked...wrong.

Hesitantly, she reached her little hand to the lady in pink. "I'll follow you." To that, the woman freed her right hand so she could hold it, and together they walked to the outside to a hallway filled with moans and cries from people of all ages before entering through a large, heavy door. The little girl entered quickly, as the doors were big, brusk and she was afraid it would crush her. There she found...Mommy.

She ran towards the comforting hands of her mother as fast as her small, shaky legs could carry her. She missed those, instead of the unaturally silky ones with sharp, scratchy nails she just held previously. Soon, she noticed that her mother's back was a bright shade of crimson. Her eyes widened in fear.

"Hush, it's fine. Your mother and father, we did a big mistake. Something very naughty. We lied to the priest about being step-sibblings, and we hid it for years, even after getting married. This would be not too unlike when we spank you for being naughty, exept for grown-ups, so it'll be a lot harsher. But once it'll be over, things would be just like as before. I promise."

The woman in pink laughed, an eerie laugh that sent chills down the spine. It was a very wrong type of laugh, but the girl was too young to know why.

"Oh, how cute, trying to comfort girlie here !"

This was bad. Neither her parents, her uncle nor her cousins behaved like that. They didn't laugh at people trying to comfort her.

"Hey, maybe if you have indeed, as you said before you brought her here, brought in my daughter so she doesn't follow my bad example, maybe you should also not set a bad example of your own. Kind of defeets the point, isn't it ?"

The lady in pink smirked, her thin painted lips showing a most vile smile as she tapped her nails onto the enormous enema seringe. "Oh, because you don't think I can use this little device on your little pink babe to keep your smart mouth running.

-You don't have the right to ! Please...I beg you ! This is way too big for a loose grown man, let alone a child of four ! I'll take it, but please, don't use it on her. Surely, with all the tax money this establishment gets, this place can afford bottles that are the proper size for children !"

She laughed again. "Surely, my darling must have been clearer. He get's so annoying and complicated when he's all righteous and shit. Here, normal laws don't apply."

[dimepdf]

❝ HEAVENS DEVIL, HELLS HUMAN ❞ | one — ranboo

summary | When given an opportunity to follow in his merciless father's footsteps, Ranboo must choose between betraying his only living family member for the new raging emotions he recently discovered for his only true friend, or becoming the royal bloodthirsty monster that everyone believes he is.

pairing: prince!ranboo x bandit!malereader

genre: angst, very slow burn, royalty au, lovers to enemies au, fantasy au

length: 1.3k words

cw: strong language, time period homophobia, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of family issues

a/n | sorry if it’s cringe since I'm new at writing fanfic, I am new to the whole dreamsmp fandom so please treat me with care as I have only recently managed to remember every member by name. please enjoy. 

m.list / nav. / kofi. / discord.

part one | part two | part three

The palace of Mizu, where you were born, was well-known for its riches and wealth. Kingdoms and empires arose on the historical soil as kings and queens were bred solely to keep the royal bloodline alive and in power. 

However, where royalty lied, the less fortunate were trampled beneath. You were one of the unlucky few who were not born into a royal or rich family.

 The place you'd call home was merely a slum in contrast to the palace that stood beside your town, almost as if it were built to remind everyone else who lived outside the kingdom's high-guarded tile entrance how poverty-stricken they were. The stages of wealth greatly divided your small village, as even people who lived outside of the kingdom discovered their wealth in other ways than owning royal blood. 

Unfortunately, your family was not one of those people. You were forced into your family's struggling business by working in the repulsive, run-down tavern, even though you had been working since the day you learned to walk on your own two feet. Unfortunately, it was only occupied by people you'd known since you were a baby.

Rarely would a traveler manage to take a wrong turn or wander inside, already waddling over themselves. Of course, if that were the case, your mother would simply flash her midriff in the hopes of duping them into bartering gold for the unkempt rooms, which were mostly purchased for a few hours in exchange for "favors" by most.

You grew accustomed to hearing some of the customer’s "activities" through the fine wooden walls, and your parents couldn't care less about what happened in the rooms or about your well-being. "They aren't asking you to join, are they? So why are you bothered so much?" your father would say harshly before returning you to work. There were some advantages to being forced to work at your family's tavern. 

Even though you weren't technically a paid employee, you were still making your own money right under your parent’s noses.

You were just smart about merging into your surroundings, having fallen into the rabbit hole of black trading markets at such an early age, and the old leather trunk full of gold and stolen goods that you acquired over the years under your wooden floor confirmed such a thing.

You had your grandfather's "slippery fingers," as your mother called them, from being caught trying to sneak out of customers' rooms with a handful of their trinkets when you were younger. Of course, you've refined your skills and developed a keen interest in the craft since adventuring in the shady side of town.

Usually every night, you'd scurry through the softly lit roads and inside back alleys looking for the manhole cover that would allow you to descend through the dampened sewer system that took shelter to the underground system of thieves and outlaws.

You even managed to wave at a few familiar faces as you trudged through the thick grime of the vibrantly illuminated community, making your way down the huge flea market that seemed to go on forever, the unspoken society harboring many of the more dangerous residents who seemed to have a second life in hopes of finding that one thing that could change their lives forever: money.

You recalled the night you first discovered the location; a lad your age was loitering near the tavern's walls, his brown cloak covering most of his face while the rest was masked by a puff of curled black hair.

He'd have looked like a rabbit in a room full of wolves if it hadn't been for his towering stature. Even when he sat at the bar, he looked to sag down stiffly in his seat, almost as if he breathed strangely, someone would come after him— You weren't one to pass judgment—having witnessed your fair share of drunken fistfights while double-tasking behind the bar, dishing out pints of whatever cheap beer your father managed to get people to buy and slipping some gold money into your boot without your parent's knowledge.

You proceed towards the male, the stranger, noticing his appearance as his eyes seemed to be fixed in front of him, as well as how his hands had a firm grasp on the clasp that held his overcoat together.

You tapped on the countertop in front of him, thinking that he was simply some shut-in or underage child out for the first time trying to buy alcohol. A stifled laugh escaped your lips as you saw the male jerk his attention towards you, squinting slightly as you observed the outlines of a birthmark that seemed to trace down one side of his face. Well, no wonder he’s wearing that hood. 

Though the thought was a little vulgar even for you, you tried to justify it by knowing that if anybody else in the room saw him, they would express their displeasure loudly, "Just mind the rooms are mostly occupied right now, so we're only doing drinks." 

You lift an eyebrow at the boy's reaction, almost as if he didn't expect your voice to be so harsh. Has this guy ever been outside before, Jesus?

"How old are you?" Now it was your chance to be amazed by how smoothly his voice slid between his lips, even if his questioning came out a little stuttered and his tone couldn't hide how anxious he was beneath his cloak.

With the way he presented himself, you didn't expect a guy like him to have such a soothing voice. "Old enough to charge you for your drink, so are you going to order something, or are you just here to take up seats?" 

You had no true cause to be so tough on the guy; you were simply tired of having to serve a bunch of drunk morons. It wasn't your fault that being harsh and nasty seemed to be the only way you could persuade people to respect you behind the bar. 

"Yes, I meant no, I want, I'm here seeking for something stolen from me." As the man blathered, you had to lean in closer to hear the full tone of his agitated speech, placing your chin in your hand and leaning your elbow on the bar counter as he appeared to speak at the counter.

"An old man informed me I'd find someone here who finds stolen items for a fee; do you happen to know who that is?" You cursed Philza through your teeth initially, knowing he was the only "old man" you knew who liked to send naive wanderers your way in the hopes of obtaining a share of the money you swindled out of the disadvantaged. 

"Well, yeah, I might know who he is. Who's asking?" You scuffed, pretending to be working when you noticed your mother glaring at you from across the bar.

The stranger seemed to shrink more and more as you spoke, never looking you in the eyes. He just dipped a long hand inside the tiny bag connected to his pant loop.

You kept a close eye on him as his trembling hands opened the satchel, within it he pulled another smaller bundle from the bag, it had seemed to look like some sort of expensive-looking cloth. your eyes instantly locking onto the material almost drool at the peek of pure colored emeralds. Holy shit, I’m going to scam this kid blind.

You didn't bother to hide the hitch in your breath as you suddenly pushed his arms towards his chest, hiding the bag within the droop of his cloak.

The male flinched away from your contact, a puzzled expression crossing his now partially exposed face. "Okay, I see you're serious. Let's take this somewhere with fewer ears" You had to tiptoe against the bar counter just to get near enough to tilt closer to him and whisper. 

You might have noticed the deep crimson blush that covered the stranger's cheeks or the way he froze hearing the sound of your voice so close to his ear if you hadn't rushed towards your mother, ranting about having to clean one of the rooms upstairs as an excuse to get away from the bar.

notes: I'm simply throwing things out there now in case there's any misunderstanding. Even though some themes will appear to be sexual (such as the mother's suggestion that she sleeps with clients), Ranboo will never be discussed or brought up in this in any way, since he has said numerous times that he is uncomfortable with being sexualized in any way. I'm just a regular guy who enjoys angst. I also make no claim to knowing Ranboo's sexuality. I'm just a they/he supporter who noticed a dearth of male readers among the vast majority of females.

feeling super appressed /j 

[melohax]

Why Basil isn’t “evil” or knowingly manipulative:

Warning: Major MAJOR Omori Spoilers Ahead

When people aren’t saying Sunny is a psychopath who deserves to be in jail, they’re saying Basil is an evil obsessive mastermind who tricked poor dissociating Sunny into defacing his sister’s corpse.

I’ve already explained before why I disagree with either interpretation but I haven’t gone in depth with Basil’s character. I’ll write about why I don’t think Basil is this dark yandere intentionally manipulating Sunny into dependance on him.

Basil is a tragic character with bad abandonment issues who legitimately wants to help the people he loves most. Unfortunately he also happens to have a broken “normalcy compass” (common in abused and/or neglected children). This means his well intentioned actions are often more harmful than helpful.

Aubrey says during a part of the real world segment that outside our main friend group, she’s always been an outcast. I think it’s no accident that we see in Sunny’s memories that she was the one who introduced Basil to the friend group, implying he’s also always been an outcast like her.

With Aubrey though, we can attribute her outcast status to things like living in the poorest neighborhood in Faraway town while also living in the visibly most worn-down house of said poor neighborhood.

Aubrey has a hoarding alcoholic mother that neglects her and a strict father (Aubrey casually mentions as a kid that her father is weirdly strict about her appearance) who ends up abandoning her anyway. Aubrey’s hot temper doesn’t help either and so even though she manages to be popular and well-loved among her hooligan friends, the rest of the town judges her harshly as if she’s at fault for her horrible life circumstances.

Then we have Basil. Basil’s economic circumstances are visibly better than Aubrey’s and he lives in a nice house surrounded by pretty flowers. Yet even with everything around him (even his appearance) looking so prim and cute, he’s still treated as an outcast.

We know that mentally ill children are way too often shunned by their peers and the adults surrounding them for being “weird” even though it’s not their fault that they have different brain chemistry. Without counting the bullying Aubrey carried out with her friends, Basil was already being ostracized by people outside the main friend group. In one of Sunny’s memories, Basil tells them that he’d always been alone before meeting them.

This lets us know that there’s always been “something” that’s made Basil unpopular with almost everyone. We see hints of why in the contrast between Dreamworld Basil and Real Basil. Whereas Dreamworld Basil is well-spoken, charismatic and cheerful, Real Basil is a nervous wreck that is prone to panic attacks and bouts of screaming. We could say he’s this way cus of what he did to Mari but from knowing Basil’s always been an unliked outcast, I get the feeling he’s not like this only from the Mari situation.

Then we have the probable root of his very obvious abandonment issues: Basil’s parents’ are completely absent save for some pictures in his home. Sunny himself has never seen Basil’s parents in person. Datamining apparently suggests his parents abandoned him when he was a toddler. To top it off, having a constantly ill and mostly unresponsive grandma as his only remaining family doesn’t help with his mental health issues at all, either. No wonder the kid’s clingy.

There’s also the caretaker at his house, who is introduced as Basil’s caretaker, not his sick grandmothers. Basil is at the age where he can legally emancipate himself yet we’re shown he still needs a caretaker to look after him. That Basil needs looking after kinda says to me that he has issues he can’t be left alone with.

So all these paragraphs were to explain the evidence that point to Basil likely being mentally ill since before Mari’s death. Now we get to the parts that make me think he’s been suffering from psychosis even as a kid.

12 year old Basil doesn’t seem capable of understanding the concept of Sunny being angry and accidentally shoving Mari down the stairs. He seems unable to consider the possibility that it was an argument between siblings just at the wrong place at the wrong time, as if that just can’t happen. To Basil, it HAS to be “Something” maliciously causing the incident and/or forcing Sunny to do it.

About the Mari incident and Basil’s fucked up idea: I think a lot of fans forget that first, not only was Basil a 12 year old kid back then (not even a teen yet) but also a lot of the reasoning behind many of Basil’s most important actions seems to be rooted in delusions he genuinely believes.

The same thing happens when the photo album was scribbled over: in his mind, there was no way any of his friends (*cough* Sunny) could have done this. It had to be the same “Something” attached both to him and Sunny that decided to ruin the photos. Basil doesn’t seem to remember doing anything to the album at all.

We could say all of this isn’t psychosis but metaphors for extreme denial instead, like the way Sunny decides things that remind him of The Truth don’t exist (like the closet door).

I don’t think this is all there is to it, tho.

Basil throughout the game tries to guide Sunny to the truth both in Headspace and that the time in his bathroom where he tries to talk to Sunny about the Something following them. Too afraid to hear him out, Sunny runs away instead while Basil screams for Sunny not to leave him again.

This shows imo that Basil’s brand of denial isn’t the same as Sunny’s. Sunny escapes into his own head and pretends everything involving the incident is either perpetually frozen in a time before anything bad happened or that it simply does not exist. He’s all about repression and suppression.

Basil on the other hand, acknowledges that the incident happened but he saw a Something committing the act instead of Sunny himself.

Then, the final battle against Basil confirms to me that Basil’s delusions and hallucinations go beyond denial of Sunny’s guilt.

Even when the truth is finally out in the open for the both of them, Basil still insists it’s “Something” that did everything. He attacks Sunny because he genuinely believes he is attacking Something evil and that this will protect Sunny from it. The most important detail to me: Basil slashes or gouges Sunny’s eye out specifically on the side where Somethings eye peeks out from Mari’s hair.

Saddest of all, we’re never shown if Basil ever managed to realize that there was never a monster doing everything. Although we are shown the burden of the secret is gone in that last scene between Sunny and Basil, we don’t know if Basil ever understood that Sunny wasn’t forced by any monster to kill Mari.

There’s more that can be said but this post already got long af lol. My conclusion is that Basil isn’t some evil yandere mastermind. He’s a sad wreck of a teenager who’s always struggled with mental illness, trying to do the best he can for those he loves while being plagued by nearly constant delusions and hallucinations.

Tricking his best friend/love interest isn’t part of Basil’s modus operandi when a lot of times he can barely tell what’s real and what isn’t.

[mask-of-prime]

More Random TLG OCs

More OC concepts came to mind and I felt the need to make yet another compiled design sheet similar to the last one. All of these OCs are part of the timeline of the Vitani's Guard Spinoff art I've been making ever since Return to the Pridelands came out. Bios under the cut:

Usiku ("night") is a Benito Roundleaf Bat native to the Outlands caverns and is an old friend of Tazama's. He befriended the lioness when Tazama would scout the termite mounds late at night with the help of her especially powerful night vision. He is selectively mute and only ever speaks to those he's most close to. He occasionally helps Tazama and the Guard by using his sensitive hearing. His very concept sprouted from that running gag of trying to make Vitani's Guard parallel yet contrast from Kion's Guard, for example, Kion's Keenest of Sight is afraid of bats, Vitani's Keenest of Sight's favorite animal is bats lol Uongo ("untruth", "false"): Ngurumo's yellow-billed oxpecker scout who cherrypicks soundbits of the predators he overhears. Uongo utilizes these soundbits by piecing them together to create false ideas of what the predators of the Pridelands are planning, twisting them to make the predator's intentions appear malignant. Ngurumo then goes to interpret these sound samples during his rallies by forming his own baseless conspiracy theories around what the samples may mean. Uongo is a different species from Mwenzi, the red-billed oxpecker seen in the episode "Ono the Tickbird". To clarify, oxpeckers don't actually mimic voices, I just thought it would be nice to fit spying, cherrypicking, and the idea of a villainous rhino and oxpecker relationship together. Karani ("clergy", "clerk", "secretary") is a cantankerous, entitled, and lazy Secretary Bird who acts as a gatekeeper for Ngurumo's hideout. On various occasions has Karani made a huge scene out of Vitani's Guard showing up on or near her property, profiling them as ruthless predators who are constantly up to trouble. She has often threatened to tattle to authorities when things don't go her way. She easily became a follower of Ngurumo's "predators are evil" conspiracy as she prioritizes using her status as a lower-ranking member of the food chain as a way to make herself out to be a victim. She was created out of the need to have some kind of Karen character to add to the prey supremacist narrative I got going on in the storyline, even finding a Swahili name that sounded like "Karen" led me to make her a literal Secretary Bird (which.. was oddly never depicted in TLG) The Rogue Trio as a whole: A coalition of misogynistic lion bachelors who met each other from different walks of life who all bonded over the idea to take over Pride Rock, and they certainly don't take kindly to the idea of a Lion Guard being led by lionesses. They are based on stereotypical members of alpha male podcasts. They are the lions in question that I had painted on the wall in this picture. Kiume ("male") is the temperamental and violent leader of the Rogue Trio. He is the most sexist of the three as he is condescending and objectifying towards lionesses. Kiume was exiled from his original pride due to cub negligence and endangerment. He insisted that cubs only needed meat to grow masculine and strong, even omitting their mother's milk from their diet, and ended up getting his baby cubs killed from malnutrition. Mrembo ("handsome") is a hipster who is rather picky about where he gets his food and water, not liking the mainstream way that everyone else seems to flow. Mrembo's pickiness is what cost him his place in the pride as he'd slowed the pride down during hunts. Jeuri ("rude") is a young and impressionable follower of Kiume's beliefs. Jeuri was coddled by his mother and rendered immature and naive, until his father harshly exiled him to grow up and make something out of himself. He is lazy and impolite, and also prone to being impressed by Vitani's Guard at times, much to his boss' chagrin.

[skye-huntress]

The Witch from Mercury Reaction

Episode 2: “The Cursed Mobile Suit”

Things certainly escalated quickly

So here’s the thing, Aerial is suspected to be a Gundam and Gundams were supposedly outlawed because they kill their pilots. But Suletta is alive and well. In theory, that should mean that Aerial is proof that the Cathedra Agreement may be obsolete and at the very least, part of this inquiry should be considering if it is even necessary to uphold it anymore. That is if any of these suits actually gave a damn about the ethics concerns of Gundams.

Of course, Jeturk wants the mobile suit confiscated and the girl expelled, but as Zenelli rightfully points out, he has a clear conflict of interest

One of the things I wanted to talk about most is Elan taking an interest in Suletta.

First off, when he says its not romantic interest, I believe him. The way he talks about love, I don’t think he is aromatic, I think something happened in his life that makes him believe falling in love would be a mistake. Now, he might eventually catch feelings for Suletta, that remains a real possibility, but at this point in time that is not why he is interested in her.

It’s the part where she is a potential “witch” that seems to have his interest. Perhaps he has an interest in Gundams himself or maybe it relates to the medical technology. Whatever the reason, I think he is getting close to Suletta because he wants something from her, and I can’t be sure if he’ll end up being an ally or someone that Suletta should have avoided. This is me saying that, for the time being, I don’t trust his intentions for Suletta.

At least Guel sent someone to fix up Miorine’s greenhouse, though he should be offering to fix it himself. Still, it’s more than I would have expected from him. Perhaps his humiliating defeat humbled him ever so slightly.

So Miorine was avoiding Suletta but still expected her to come back. And hearing that she wouldn’t seems to be quite the wake up call. The first thing Miorine did after hearing that was to immediately go see her bride-to-be.

Delling is a real piece of work. The more I hear about how he treats his daughter, the more convinced I am he does not see her as a person, much less his daughter.

I’ve seen people call Miorine selfish and self-centred, and my response to that is, “Hell yeah, she is!” Listen to the way everyone else has been talking about her, in this very episode she is referred to as “someone else’s prize”. Nobody respects her personhood, if she didn’t look out for her own interests, no one else would have. In saying that, there was one person that did give a damn about what she wanted, and that’s why she actually wants Suletta to stick around and why she will accept no one else as her betrothed.

Side note, I really want to hear Miorine play the piano. Better still, she should play a song or two for Suletta. Surely there is a piano somewhere in that massive school.

I’ve mentioned this before, but Nika is too nice.

So Miorine is not allowed to see her own fiancée, but Elan is allowed to deliver Suletta’s food. He must have quite a lot of pull.

There’s something I find unsettling about how Elan maintains the same neutral expression, especially in contrast to Suletta’s emotional breakdown, or how flustered she got when he expressed his interest in her. He is intentionally difficult to read, which is why I can’t trust his intentions. That said, I can understand why Suletta would come to a different conclusion than me, especially considering how naive and sheltered she is.

If Miorine had just left, I would not have judged her too harshly. Like I said, almost everyone around her treats her like she isn’t her own person, and she has learned to prioritise her own interests above all else for both her survival and sanity. Yet she still gave up her best and perhaps only chance to escape for Suletta. Is this love? No, seriously, there was no guarantee that she would have been able to do anything for Suletta, that she’d be able to get her father to back down, but she took that risk anyway.

And the first thing she decides to do is tell her father to his face that he is a loser.

I also notice she has adopted Suletta’s mantra. She could have run, but she chose to stay and challenge her father directly. I wonder how much more she will gain from doing so.

Delling literally refers to himself as a king, and he certainly has the hubris to qualify. But he’s backed himself into a corner, he lives by a code that the strong make the rules and now Miorine is challenging him by that very standard. Worse, she did it in front of the very people who enable him, after all, what is a King without any subjects that bend to his rule? If the rest of the Benerit Group decides he is unfit to lead, he is done regardless of who the current Holder is.

There’s another angle, too. Regardless of whether Aerial is a Gundam or not, it’s not ethics that drives most of these people, its power and potential for profit. Many of these greedy, self-interested CEOs would not hesitate to break or tear down the Cathedra Agreement if they think they can benefit from it. I’m willing to bet Prospera plans to take full advantage of the division and chaos that will create.

That was quite the reunion, Suletta and Miorine literally threw themselves at each other.

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The Empress pt.IX

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, mentions of death.

(So, sorry this is so short)

   After talking with Phil you both decided it would be best to return to the party. Although you weren't looking forward to seeing the lingering looks and stares, you were looking forward to dancing with Techno. Now that you've had a moment to ease your senses, you were able to push away the others and focus on your lover.

   When Techno saw you walk in with Phil, his lips turned into a smile. He offered his arm back to you, of course you took it without hesitation. Phil was happy to see you two having fun together, a lot of the things techno did with you, was what Phil did with his wife. So seeing you two was almost a blast from the past.

   "Feeling better?" He asked softly. His arm rested on your forearm. Wanting to clarify that you were ok. You gave him a nod and smiled.

   "Much better." He gave a reassuring nod and turned to the crowd again. You noticed the lingering eyes had fallen back to you. As much as you wanted to say the two of you looked like a casual couple. Techno was dressed beautifully in his traditional military uniform, truly looking regal and official. Like Sarah, she was also in her traditional uniform as well. Although looking around, most of the attendees were in uniform. This is what Sarah must have meant when she said that most of her friends were within her ranks. Even as Sarah's Maid of Honor, you were dressed very nicely. Purples and reds adorned the dress. Techno's favorite colors. You didn't know it, but Techno had specifically requested that you were dressed as regal as possible. Since this was the first time the public, and court would see you, he wanted to make a lasting impression with you. He knew you weren't the most ladylike, but for what your manners lacked, your personality made up for. You were kind and always willing to correct yourself. He only hoped that the court would see this as well.

   After a while Techno and you had found a comfortable seat to eat a little late dinner. Of course the meal last long as the time came for the brides to have their dance with the fathers. On Sarah's behalf this meant a dance with Techno. You had no problem offering him up to her of course. You knew she had no intention of stealing Techno or anything of the sorts. when they made their way to the ball room floor, the two contrasted greatly. Technoblade was dressed in darks well Seraphina was in whites, It was beautiful to say the least, but then again most things within this palace was.

   Well Techno and Sarah danced, you felt little hands tug at the hem of your dress. Tommy. You looked down at the little boy. Like his brother's he was dressed just as nice. You couldn't help smiling wide, taking him into your arms. When you rested him on your knee he quickly became interested with the items on the table. Of course you didn't mind though. You even offered him the roll from your plate, knowing they were his favorite. When you looked up, you saw Philza give you a gentle nod, and a smile. Acknowledging Tommy was with you.

   Well you watched your lover dance with the bride, a middle-aged man had approached you and Tommy. He was dressed well, but not in uniform. He looked loosely bemused as he offered you a drink. You gave a shy smile but politely declined. "You don't drink?" He inquired. His eyebrow lifting in question. He didn't look kind, but he also didn't look mean.

   "Not particularly, I'm sorry" you said softly. Pulling Tommy closer to you subconsciously. You were unsure of the man as he took Technoblade's chair ever so casually.

   "Oh your alright, give it time. You'll take up drinking" he said too casually, leaning into the chair. You blinked a bit, taken back by his words.

   "I... I beg your pardon?" You asked, wanting to clarify what you herd. He looked at you and raised a semi bushy brow.

   "You'll take up drinking. As long as your with that man there" He pointed to Techno "I bet you'll become an alcoholic even." His eyebrow quirked as a devious smirk formed. His eyes were lingering Technoblade, who unbeknownst to you, had a not so happy look when seeing you and the man. "Or I bet you'll mysteriously go missing, or die" your eyes glanced about, now looking for a familiar face. The longer this man was with you, the more uncomfortable you grew with his presence.

"I.. I’m doubtful that will happen.. Technoblade is a kind man to me..." you said carefully, your eyes flickering to the man well you held Tommy close. Protective of him from the rather rude man In front of you.

   The mans eyes lingered to Tommy and back to you. "We'll see..." he dropped that conversation for a new one. "Where are my manners, my name is Leon Schmidt." He held his hand out for you. Adjusting Tommy you offered your hand and shook his. To your surprise your hand was stronger than his. His hands were not worn and worked with trade, but instead soft, and made for pens and books. With this small note you felt a slight surge of confidence.

   "Nice to meet you... I'm (y/n)-" he cut you off quickly.

   You felt a warm hand rest on your shoulder. The hardened tone of the person ran through. Technoblade. "Schmidt." You could see Leon's Adams apple bob slightly as techno addressed him. "I see you have met (y/n)" Techno's tone wasn't kind, rather harsh to be frank.

   "Oh I know who you are. Your very popular among us court members." He said taking his hand back, almost looking as if he wiped it. He took his drink in his hand and took the one he brought you. "As a sign of friendship and with the hopes the Emperor takes care of you. Lets drink to your health." He offered the drink again. You took it but you were hesitant. You didn't want to drink, but what would happen if you declined? He held his glass out for a toast. You glanced your glass to his and slowly toasted. You looked down to the glass and thought back. You didn't want to disappoint Techno, and have the court pressure him about you. The liquid was rolling with pearlescent Yellow's, orange's and red's. With a glance to Techno you carefully took a sip. Setting it aside after. Having no desire to drink more. You felt the liquid drop down your throat, a slow buildup of warmth filling your body.

Alcohol.

   "That I have... How long until this one ends up bored, or dead, Blood God?" You glanced up to Techno and saw his Jaw lock.

"For your information, Leon... I intend to marry (y/n)..." his hand held firm but kind on your shoulder. Acting almost like a protector of Tommy and you. Your face went red, your heart beating much faster. He Intended to marry you? Well Tommy played with the beads of your dress, your mind raced at the idea of you and him being a official couple. Would you have a wedding like this? Would he actually want that?

   "Marriage? With her?" The man chocked out a loud laugh. This left Techno seething. However, Techno's attention was drawn from Leon's boisterous laugh to you instead. You weren't acting normal. With your hand subconsciously your throat you loosely rubbed. Your breathing began to turn ragged and strained slowly. With a slight blue tinge to your lips Technoblade knew something was horribly wrong.

   "What did you put in her drink." At his his tone was nothing but sharp and demanding. Harshly taking your glass to smell it. With nothing sticking out to the hybrids senses, he set the glass down.

   Well Leon's laughs died down, he no longer found amusement at Techno's cruel tone. Techno took Tommy off your lap, taking your hand in his. The clammy feeling of your hands and your rapid heart rate was enough to tell him the problem.

   Your body was going into shock.

   When you came around the sun was already up. You were in your own bed well Tommy was curled up beside you, peacefully asleep with his teddy bear in arms. You let your head roll as your eyes scanned the room, falling to Technoblade in the end. His back was to you well he faced out the window, you could tell he was deep in thought. He was no longer in his formal attire. Instead he was in casual wear, his hair was in a messy bun, showing whatever he was doing demanded his full attention.

"Te..chno?.." your voice was ragged but he clearly herd it, turning to face you his eyes softened fast.

   "(y/n)..." he quickly walked over and sat beside you on the bed. His hand moved your hair back before he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, happy to see you awake once more. "How do you feel?" His eyes were worried, but gentle.

   "I... think ok?" You asked uncertain. Your body felt tired, but also well rested. You were looking up at him, your eyes dancing between his for how he felt.

   "Do you remember what happened?" His tone was soft and gentle. Rather if that was because of Tommy asleep by you, or because you had gave him a scare, you wouldn't know.

   "I remember... a man, Tommy, and you... then my throat felt weird..." he nodded slowly and cupped your cheek gently.

   "You had a Reaction to your drink... Did you know you are allergic to Blaze powder?..." you nodded slowly. When you lived within your village, your mother found out about the allergy when she gave you a strength potion. Well she intended it to be helpful, instead it was harmful. He tossed a few thoughts around within his head before nodding. "That drink you had with Leon yesterday had Blaze Powder... Your body went into shock love..."

   You thought back about last night and realized. the pearlescent. Then it hit you. The wedding. Your heart sank slowly, you still had wanted a dance with Techno before the night ended. "Wha... I... I'm sorry..." You said slowly, trying to sit up. He shook his head and rested his forehead on yours, easing you back down.

   "You have nothing to be sorry for... Were just reassured your ok..." you nodded, with a little lingering silence you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. He didn't hesitate to wrap his own arms around you. Keeping you close to his body.

   "We didn't even get to dance together..." your voice was soft and saddened, almost like a child that was scolded. You slowly buried your head into his neck for comfort

   "Is that what you wanted?..." you nodded slowly. Taking in his lingering cologne from the night before. He slowly pulled away and moved you. Scooping you up into his arm like you were a bride. You were unsure at first, but wrapped your arms around his neck. Your head resting on his chest. With a slow rocking motion he started to sway with you in his arms. Although you couldn't have a dance with him at the wedding, you actually preferred this. You felt safe and at ease within his arms. "You know I love you..." his voice was soft. Loving. He meant what he was saying.

   "I love you too Techno... With all of my heart..." as if those few words meant the world, techno shed a silent tear. You gave him a serious scare last night. He was glad you couldn't remember past your throat hurting either. He knew the things he said to Leon would have stuck with you a bit. Resting his head on yours, he swore from this day on, he would never let something like that happen again.

   It didn't take long for Sarah and Leon to come back around to the forge. Sarah came first of course. Techno had advised you keep easy on yourself for the day, so that's what you planned. Well you were at your work bench tending to the jewels of Phil's sword, she had wondered in. Mostly she was just worried about your health and whether you were ok. Curiously she inquired if your throat was doing better, and what had caused the reaction. The last she saw of you was when you were in techno's arms, being carried out well you struggled to breathe. Of course you reassured her that you were now fine and just taking the day easy. with a hesitant nod she parted from the forge, seeking her men out for a final training before the Honeymoon.

   When Leon came in that was a different story, unlike the night before he was quiet. His sharp features were now accompanied by a bruise on his cheek. You couldn't recall if he had that yesterday, so you quietly pushed the thought aside. With him in the room it was awkward, although he did try and strike a conversation.

   “Is your throat doing better?” You hummed, nodding. keeping to yourself to your bench, not wanting to be any closer to him then you had to be. You chewed your lip. your eyes glancing to his cheek. His eyes much have picked up on it because he had another remark to fallow. “You best watch yourself around that Blood God, girl.” You furrowed your brow at his words. You herd him mention that name last night when he was talking about Techno, but you paid it no mind.

   “Blood God?” you asked quietly, almost uncertain.

   “Yeah your Lover boy or whatever.” He said scornfully. Technoblade a ‘Blood God’? Whatever he was talking about didn't make sense. Leon must have knew because he have a rouged chuckle. “Ask him about that name. Ask him why his sword hangs heavy with Blood. Just wait. You think he’s all sunshine and shit now- But you wait girl, you wait until you piss him off, and he’s two steps away from snapping your neck-” his little rant didn't last long as he was cut off. Technoblade who towered at the door, stood tall and proud as his face was locked into disgust. His voice dripping with venom for the man.

   “I hope your not talking about me, Schmidt.” 

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Here Comes the Sun: XIV. Jailhouse Rock (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Series Masterlist: Here Comes the Sun

Summary: Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.

Words: 5378

Chapter Warnings: Language, Injury, Slight canon divergence.

You threaded the bandage carefully from hand to hand, around the man's leg where he sat. It was tight, like he'd instructed, but you still worked tentatively in case you hurt him. Hershel watched appreciatively as you bound it, covering the stump where his leg had been amputated - just below the knee. It was looking a lot better recently, having been almost a week since the incident. It no longer oozed different colours or looked like it was rotting. The antibiotics from the infirmary had really helped you out there.

Once you had finished, you threw away the previous bandages and rolled down the older man's trouser leg. Beth had cut one shorter than the other, so that the excess material wouldn't trail on the floor when her father walked. The ends were a little jagged and frayed, but the intention had been pure. Hershel let you tend to him without a single complaint. Not once did he wince or look uncomfortable - he hadn't done since the initial injury. He was a fighter, you'd all realised. There was not a thing left in this world that would stop him from spending every last second he could with his daughters.

He gave you a nod and offered you a small smile as you lent him your arm. He gripped it tightly, using his other hand to press down onto the mattress and push himself up. He wobbled a bit as he did so, but you remained steady, supporting him. Once he was upright, he held onto the metal frame of the top bunk, and you let go to retrieve the crutches resting against the wall. You threaded each one under the man's arms and watched as he began to take unsteady steps with them.

It was slow, and you stayed close to him in case he fell. Though, after a few minutes he seemed to get the hang of it, pacing back and forth the small cell. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him.

"Just like riding a bike." You teased, rubbing your palm over his shoulder.

He'd asked you to bring him the crutches that morning, finally feeling up to trying them out. He said that he wanted to surprise his daughters, since he'd felt guilty about making them worry so much.

"I'm ready." He replied with a determined look, and the two of you made your way out slowly to the courtyard.

It had been nearly a week since it happened, but you remembered it vividly. Even as he was recovering, almost every time you closed your eyes you could see the man's face contort in pain. The day after you'd all secured the yard, your plan was put into action to tackle the prison. It had been a success at first, as you set up base in the C Block - but that false peace soon shattered as you delved deeper into the heart of the prison.

Rick took the front, guiding you all with a flashlight as you trailed behind in a line. You were directly behind him, followed by Daryl, then Glenn, and finally Hershel at the rear. The place was like a maze, each corridor leading into two others - like a hydra splitting its heads. Everything was dark save for the single stream of torchlight, and you could hear the occasional drips of water seeping through the cracks of the ceiling, splashing onto your boots when you walked. Corpses littered the floor as you all navigated your way through them, and even more walkers came out from the shadows to greet you.

Rick took the brunt of the assault, sinking his blade into the skulls of any that got too close. You all stuck in a tight formation as you continued on, alert for any more undead. All of a sudden, the atmosphere changed. The tension was cut with a startled yell, accompanied by a familiar groaning sound. You immediately whipped your head back to find the source of the noise, only to see Hershel with his leg caught in the jaws of a walker slumped against a wall. You'd all thought it was dead when you stepped over it - as in actually dead. Yet, now it had its teeth sunk into Hershel's ankle, tearing away the skin there to expose the tendons beneath.

Everyone sprung into action. Glenn immediately drove his machete through the walker's skull and Rick came to pry Hershel's leg from its mouth. He and Daryl then picked up the older man by his arms, as Glenn took his legs. You all ran together in search of the nearest safe area, as you took the front of the formation to clear a path. You'd had to take down two walkers on the way, and everyone started to yell - not caring to keep quiet anymore. Rick was shouting about how Hershel was losing blood, and Daryl pointed to some double doors with the words 'cafeteria' above them.

Glenn placed Hershel's legs down when they got closer, wedging his knife between the crack of the door to pry it open. After a few seconds, you heard the bolt give in, and he kicked it harshly before it flung open. Hershel was carried inside immediately, and placed on the floor. You saw his eyes roll back into his head, as he struggled to stay conscious. Rick wasted no time removing his belt and tying tightly just below the other man's knee. The action alone made you feel sick to your stomach, as you prepared for what you knew would happen next.

Hershel's face was coated in a sheen of sweat, as he lay on the cold concrete. His eyes were cloudy as he met yours, and you couldn't conceal the tears that welled up there. In your peripheral, you saw Rick take Glenn's machete from him - as it was the biggest and sharpest blade you had among you. Daryl quickly moved over to Hershel's left side, opposite from you, and held his shoulder down where he lay. You swallowed thickly and followed his lead, taking one of the older man's hands in your own.

He looked at you, choking on air as he inhaled too quickly. You could see the panic in his eyes, even as he struggled to keep them open. You clenched his hand tightly, feeling him grip onto you with all of his strength. Meeting his vacant stare, you looked into his eyes with intent - trying to reassure him that he'd be okay.

"Hershel." You whispered, looking down at his clammy face.

You remembered how he'd been there for you when you needed him most, at the bar shootout, telling you to keep your eyes on him and focus. You needed to do the same for him now.

"Do you want to go home?" You asked, repeating his question from that time.

You saw a single tear run onto his cheek as he nodded, before his pupils rolled back. Daryl tensed, preparing to hold the man down. You did the same. Then, Rick swung the blade.

You led the way as you and Hershel made for the courtyard, where the others were all gathered. You took small deliberate steps so that he could follow at his own pace. When you stood outside, the sun was so bright that it made you squint your eyes. It was such a contrast from the dark and shady prison. You shuffled out of the doorway of C Block and opened the lattice cage leading out onto the concrete yard - holding the door open for the man behind you.

The sky was a clear blue, completely cloudless, and when you stared out at the field it almost felt like home. You guided Hershel a few more steps before the others began to notice him. Daryl was one of the first. He'd been lying with his back to the concrete, fiddling with the underside of his motorcycle. He had his bandana tied around his mouth and nose to protect him from the fumes, but what was visible of his face was covered in black grease - as were his exposed arms. Once he caught your eye, and saw the man near you, he immediately sat up and pulled the cloth down from his mouth to show his smile.

"Yer one tough ol' bastard!" He called out, causing the others to look in your direction.

Maggie and Beth quickly stopped what they were doing, dropping their shovels to run over and greet their father. You took a step away from the man, letting his daughters embrace him. You could see how proud they were, as Maggie shot you a grateful smile and Beth's eyes welled up with tears. The whole scene gave you hope. Hershel gave you hope. You wondered what you would have done in his position. You would like to think that you would have soldiered on, just as he had, but in reality you probably would have given up. Though when you looked at him, looking at his girls, you understood why he didn't.

Hershel gave you one more curt nod as you left to give them some privacy, and you offered him a small smile in return. You made your way over to Daryl, who leant against his bike waiting for you to come see him. He was wiping his hands in his bandana, like it was a rag, trying to get rid of the dirt on his palms before he dared touch you.

"Hey, stranger." You called out to him with a smile. "Is there a man underneath all that grease?" You teased, making a point of looking him up and down.

"'M not sure." He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck as he squinted from the low sun.

You walked closer to him, reaching up so that you were on your tip-toes, and your face was close to his. You furrowed your eyebrows, now seeing the grease stains that smeared his cheeks - from where he'd rubbed the backs of his hands against them. You pulled his bandana out from his back jean pocket, where he'd shoved it only a few moments ago. Then, you used it to wipe away some of the marks on his face, holding your hand under his chin as you did so.

He grumbled at that, trying to bat your hand away half-heartedly. You just held his jaw more firmly, and continued to scrub the stubborn grease off. You got one cheek relatively clean before giving him his bandana back, not bothering with the other side of his face. Then, you stepped on your tip-toes again to leave a quick kiss there.

"Much better." You smirked at him, only for the man to rub his thumb down over your own cheek in one swift motion - smearing a line of grease over it in return.

You laughed and reached over to smack his chest, causing him to step backwards to avoid it. You tried again to punch his arm, but he caught your wrist - leaving a black handprint around it. Squealing slightly, you tried to pull out of his grip, but his other hand grabbed hold of your free arm and painted it black, too.

"Get your hands off me!" You cried, laughing as you did so. "You're filthy!"

You giggled some more, running away from the man, before the two of you formed a sort of truce and settled back down. You leant against the bike together to watch Hershel make his small laps of the courtyard. Your vest was covered in handprints that looked like they'd been pressed on with oil paint, and you knew you'd have to scrub your skin with cold water later, too.

Maggie had one of her father's arms over her shoulder, as he used a crutch in the other. Beth walked alongside them and you could hear their muffled chatter in the distance. His appearance alone was enough to raise the spirits of the whole group.

"Ya did a good job lookin' after him." Daryl said, eyeing the man who seemed content just to be with his daughters.

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your grease-smudged shirt. "I didn't do much besides staying with him." You admitted. "This is all Hershel."

"He's one stubborn son of a bitch." The archer agreed, muttering below his breath.

You let out a laugh, giving him a side-eye glance and one of your best lopsided smiles.

"Says you, Dixon."

Watching the Greenes made you realise how far you'd all come in just a matter of days. That incident felt almost a world away from you now. In truth, it had been one of the most traumatic things you'd experienced in this new world. That night, after the initial panic of trying to save Hershel's life, you were granted a few brief minutes to go and sit with Daryl. You immediately felt your legs buckle beneath you as you sank down onto his mattress. You were entirely exposed on the upper catwalk of the cell block, since he'd refused to stay in one of the 'cages' - as he put it. At that point, however, you didn't care.

The images of Rick hacking away at bone replayed in your mind as you cried into Daryl's neck, feeling him stroke your hair to try and calm you. You honestly had thought that the older man was going to die, leaving his daughters behind without a father. You'd felt so much guilt, holding his hand and watching the light fade from his eyes. The thought of having to tell Maggie and Beth that you'd failed him was just too much.

You didn't stay long with Daryl, wiping your eyes and collecting yourself not even moments after you'd sat down. You took a deep breath and waved the man who'd comforted you goodbye. Then, you returned to Hershel's cell - where you stayed for days on end until he woke up.

"I'll leave you to your bike." You said, pulling yourself out of your thoughts.

Daryl nodded, wiping his palms over his jeans. You gave him a soft smile before going on.

"You still have to teach me to ride that thing one day." You noted, looking over at the intimidating hunk of metal like you were trying to convince yourself rather than him. "You promised."

The man chuckled lowly under his breath, turning to face the bike. "One day, Sunshine."

You flitted around the courtyard doing odd jobs while waiting for Hershel to finish up his walk. Carol and T-Dog were cleaning some of the guns and Rick had sent Glenn to go check if there was a breach in the back of prison - letting him use one of the vehicles to do so. You sat on one of the rusted metal benches, sharpening your knife which had become dull. You barely noticed when a man approached you, taking a seat next to you quietly.

You looked up, raising an eyebrow at him. It was one of the prisoners you'd encountered a few days ago. Him and the other man, Oscar you thought his name was, had been allowed to stay with you provisionally as you all decided whether to trust them or not. They weren't in the same cell block yet, but you sometimes saw them around the yard. Rick had been skeptical at first, but allowed this much when you'd all insisted on showing kindness to the men.

He gave you a wiry smile as you looked at him. The man was small and scrawny, with long ash hair and a handlebar moustache to match. He was still dressed in his blue prison jumpsuit, and you thought he was lucky not to get shot on that first day of clearing the prison - when those jumpsuits had been your targets.

"I hope you don't mind me sayin', but you're mighty pretty." He remarked, unprompted. He had a Southern twang to his accent, but it rang out a lot more grateingly than the ones you were used to.

You gave him a curt smile, looking back down at your hands as you continued sharpening the knife. "Thanks." You said.

"Like, really pretty." He went on, looking you up and down as though it were flattering. "The rest of the women here are fine, too. But you're just on another level, sweetheart." He smiled, much too warmly, and rested a hand over your thigh before giving it a squeeze.

Your eyes flickered to the palm pressed on your jeans and then back at your knife. He must have seen you do it, because he quickly pulled away and let out a strained laugh. You looked over at Daryl, who watched the exchange with a scowl. He was a few feet away, and you didn't know if he could make out exactly what the man was saying, but he was definitely close enough to get the gist. You shot him a warning look, as you had a feeling he might come over and cause trouble if you didn't.

"Look, Axel?" You questioned, still unsure of the man's name. He nodded, and you went on. "I appreciate you giving me compliments and all, but I know someone who wouldn't."

Axel was sitting with his back to Daryl, oblivious of the way the archer tensed when watching the two of you. You thought that it was for the best that he couldn't see him, and you met Axel's stare in a way that made you hope he would take the hint.

He squinted at you, leaning back against the bench. "You with one of these folks?" He asked.

You nodded, letting your eyes purposefully look over his shoulder.

"The one glaring daggers at the back of your head." You explained, and he immediately whipped around to see.

Axel quickly stood up, throwing his hands in the air defensively when he met Daryl's gaze. He took a few steps in his direction, before becoming intimidated and deciding to stay where he was, instead.

"Sorry, brother!" He called out, giving a quick glance back to you. "I swear I didn't know she was taken."

You scoffed, despising the way he looked at you like you were an object to be claimed. Daryl scowled right back, throwing his rag over the seat of his bike.

"I ain't yer brother." He growled, just loud enough for you to hear it. He then shot Axel a look before skulking away to the other gate.

You didn't have a chance to say anything back, as suddenly an alarm started blaring. It was so loud that you thought it was coming from inside your head. Before you could comprehend what was going on, you heard screams coming from the other part of the yard, and saw the group running for the inner gate.

The next moments were entirely chaotic, as you were reminded of the fall of the farm once again. Walkers poured in through the broken section of the fence, as you all scurried for the inner part of the prison. The alarm continued to whirr, as you stood unable to tell where it was coming from. You dashed towards Hershel and Beth, who'd become separated from the others, and urged them to safety as you locked yourselves up in one of the small lattice cages that connected to the watchtowers. Then, you waited.

With no weapon, all you could do was comfort Beth and offer a shoulder to Hershel for support. The three of you watched as some other members of the group tried to close the gap in the gate, putting down the walkers that had gotten through it. You heard Rick yelling, and everyone followed him to the prison's interior - presumably to find the source of the alarm.

It felt like hours before it was shut off. Even then, the high-pitched noise still rang in your ears for a good few minutes after that. You all remained silent where you stood, enclosed in your metal cage. You didn't know how long you'd been there, but the adrenaline hadn't settled down in your chest yet. Your mind filled with thoughts you couldn't control, as you prayed that Daryl and the others were safe. You'd barely been able to see anything through the mayhem. The group had been split, that you were certain of, but you didn't know who went where, exactly.

After a few more minutes, you saw Rick emerge from the C Block entrance, followed by Glenn and Daryl. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you met his gaze, slipping your fingers through the gaps in the metal like you were trying to reach out to him. They quickly came over to you, unlocking the door so that you could all leave the small space. You instantly flung your arms around Daryl, not caring in the least about the grease and bloodstains on his skin this time.

You barely got to exchange a few words with each other before you noticed Carl and Maggie exiting the prison from another doorway. Rick ran over to his son, pulling him into his chest when he got to him. Though, you didn't miss the look on Carl's face, as he stared straight through his father. What you did miss, however, was the newborn baby bundled up in Maggie's arms.

You instantly felt your face fall, as you stood back from Daryl's arms to look at your friend. She let out a sob, shaking her head at Rick when the man finally noticed her. The officer stood in silence for a few seconds, before he finally comprehended what she meant. He let out a yell, so deep that it sounded like it came from his core, and started to pace back and forth whilst running his hands through his hair. He shook his head, not once looking towards the newborn. Instead, he retrieved his hatchet and walked straight past Maggie, back inside the prison. And all you could do was watch.

The baby cried and cried in your arms as you huddled her close to your chest, trying to soothe her. She was hungry, you knew, but all you could do was wait for Daryl to return with some formula - if he had the luck of finding any. After Rick had left the group, the rest of you got Maggie and Carl back to C Block - where they explained everything that had happened. They both trembled as they spoke, obviously traumatised. You could remember the look on Carl's face when he'd told you about shooting his mother, and you didn't waste any time pulling him into your chest and holding him tight.

Glenn left with Maggie to go back to their cell, since she looked like she needed some comfort. Daryl went to go and search for Rick, but ended up coming back to the block with Carol in his arms instead. She'd seemed so pale when he brought her in, and Hershel had told you all that it was shock once he looked over her. Later, she'd come around enough to tell you about T-Dog, too, and how he sacrificed himself so that she could get back. In one day, you'd lost two members of the group and gained one more. Though, baby Grimes was living on borrowed time. You all knew that she wouldn't survive for long if you didn't get her some formula.

Daryl had left almost immediately after that. You pleaded for him to stay with you, trembling in his arms as you did so, but you knew that he had no other choice. He'd be able to get there and back the fastest on his bike - wherever 'there' may be. So, you sent him off with a sad expression, watching the motorcycle leave through the gates and listening to its signature low rumble. He left his poncho behind, and you'd used it to swaddle baby Grimes when she was handed to you - and you hadn't let go of her since.

You tried to hush her, rocking on the balls of your feet gently from side to side. She wailed in response, and you felt your heart breaking. You unintentionally started to pace around your cell, suddenly feeling like a single mother much too young to take care of the life bundled in your arms. The rest of the group were tending to Carol, Maggie and Carl, so you were left to look after the baby in the meantime. You thought that you could do it, initially. Though, seeing how much she looked like her mother, even as young as she was, made you crumble.

She howled and spluttered against your grubby vest, hiccuping on her own tears as you tried to lull her to sleep. You had no experience with babies, and you felt like you were torturing her by making her starve so soon after she'd come into this world.

"Come on baby girl." You whispered to her, feeling her cheek press up against the skin by your neck.

Her little mouth quivered against you, and you thought you could feel her whole body tremble even through the material you had her wrapped in. She choked out another cry and you felt completely useless. You didn't know what else to do. So, you swayed her gently and began singing.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." You smiled down at her, trying to compete with her broken wails.

"You make me happy when skies are grey." She spluttered a little, and you rubbed her back gently with your palm.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you." You stopped swaying as she started to quieten down.

"Please don't take my sunshine away."

The little girl in your arms opened her mouth slightly, but didn't let out a cry. Instead, it almost seemed like a yawn as she offered a couple more whimpers before drifting off against your chest. You looked down at her in disbelief, wondering how something so pure could be born into a world so cruel. Then, you noticed Carol standing in the doorway, watching you.

You immediately opened your mouth to explain yourself, but she just brought a finger to her lips - reminding you to keep quiet. She had a warm look on her face, as she glanced over at the baby in your arms, and approached you with the practiced silent footsteps that only a mother could have.

Wordlessly, Carol readjusted the baby in your hold, so that she was better supported. Then, she gently tugged at the corners of Daryl's poncho, wrapping the swaddle securely - in a way much more experienced than you had done. You watched in awe as she seemed to know exactly what to do. After a few seconds, you glanced down, and then back at Carol, offering for her to hold the baby. She shook her head politely and you nodded.

"The song worked." You whispered to her, and she leant her head on your shoulder to look down at the newborn in your arms.

"I know." She replied.

Not long after that, you both heard the familiar sound of the metal keychain unlocking the cell block door, and made your way out into the main area. Daryl walked through, shrugging off his backpack and letting it fall heavily to the floor. He didn't say anything, crouching down and unzipping it to pull out a bottle and a number of formula boxes. You let out a sigh of relief as the group started to praise him, going to collect the supplies. Hershel clapped a hand over his back and gave him a small nod, but Daryl just continued to make up a bottle in silence.

You walked over to him with the baby in your arms, and saw the softness of his expression when he recognised his poncho as her swaddle. You rested your head in the crook of his neck in a half-hug, as baby Grimes rested between both of your chests - starting to rouse from her nap. You thanked Daryl, and helped him take the baby from your arms.

You watched as he brought her in close and held her nearly as well as Carol had taught you. Everyone seemed surprised, too, as he started feeding her the bottle with a soft look in his eyes. You had to admit, you never would have expected him to be as natural as he was with her. The baby sucked on the bottle contentedly, as Daryl tried not to let her take too much at once. She'd been waiting for her first meal all day, and she spluttered a bit on the milk as she drank too quickly.

"There ya go. Must've been hungry, right?" Daryl questioned, looking down at her little face poking out from the thick poncho.

She gurgled a little, which made your heart melt. "You like that, lil' Ass Kicker?" He asked, and you all laughed.

You crossed your arms, shaking your head at him in disbelief. Only Daryl could nickname a baby as adorable as her Ass Kicker.

"What?" He grumbled half-heartedly, looking up at the group who watched him. "It's a good name, ain't it?"

Carol nodded beside you, and had a smile on her face as she looked over at the baby resting against Daryl's bare arms.

"Ass kicker." She said, trying out the name on her tongue. "I think it suits her."

The others mumbled in agreement, and you felt pride at how Daryl had managed to change the atmosphere in a single instance. You watched as he cradled the baby, holding her like he'd never let any harm come to her.

"What do you think, Carl?" You asked, pulling the young boy into you by his shoulder. "You think she'll grow up to be a force to be reckoned with?" You gave him a warm smile, and he nodded in return.

"She'll be just like mom." He said, and you couldn't help but agree.

Daryl walked you back to your cell that night, after you'd all eaten and taken it in turns to coo over lil' Ass Kicker some more. The two of you took quiet steps as you went, as not to wake any of the others who'd already turned in. You felt exhausted, and could tell by his face that he did, too. So much had happened in the span of a single day. So much had reminded you that this place wasn't actually safe yet. You wondered if you were fooling yourself all along - holding onto the idea that the prison could be a home.

You bit your lip as you got lost in your thoughts. You decided that you had no other option; this place needed to be your home. This baby needed a safe place to grow up, and this had to be it. Somehow, you all had to make it work - for her.

"We've got to protect her, Daryl." You whispered, feeling the words slip from your mouth before you even considered saying them. You looked over to meet his eyes as you approached your cell.

"Yeah, I know." He replied, with a thousand yard stare. He seemed equally as caught up in his own thoughts, too.

"For Lori." You clarified, and he nodded. "And until Rick gets through whatever he needs to get through."

The man stopped once you reached your cell, pulling you into his chest for a few seconds. You allowed yourself to be taken in by his warmth, and feel his heartbeat against your cheek as you stayed there. Though, he soon pulled back. You were almost glad he did, fearing that you wouldn't have been able to let go if he'd stayed any longer. He gave the top of your head a brief kiss before telling you to get some rest, and turning to leave.

You eyed his mattress at the end of the catwalk, just lying on the floor where you'd all had to occasionally step over him some nights.

"Daryl." You called out softly, before he could get far.

He glanced back to look at you, and you opened your cell door further so that he could see inside.

"Stay with me, please?" You asked, and for the first night he did.

A/N As if my 3am writing session last night wasn't enough, I thought 'fuck it, what's one more?' I LIVE for the idea of Teach and Daryl almost being like Judith's godparents at this point - taking care of her until Rick can.

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[marathoning-barbie]

Barbie as Rapunzel (2002)

I genuinely feel really bad about this. When I say “I don’t think anyone will care about this blog”, I actually mean “I hope no one will care about this blog, because I don’t want hate anons over my opinion on the Rapunzel movie”. If this is one of your favorite Barbie movies, you’re probably better off just ignoring this entire post and waiting for the next one.

I tried to give this movie a chance. I really did. In fact, I gave this movie the most chances out of any of the ones in this franchise. I watched it once at the beginning, rewatched it halfway when writing the first drafts of some of my reviews, and then watched it again just now before writing this version. This movie is incredibly popular in the fandom, I have never seen a single ranking where it scored below the Top 10. But for me? It just doesn’t work.

I promise that when I started this marathon, I didn’t set out to roast any of these movies. Once again, I want to say that I don’t pretend to have any kind of objective view on these movies. This is just me writing silly blog posts to amuse myself and maybe two other people. I feel like some people might think I’m being overly negative after I also levied a lot of criticism against Nutcracker (even though I actually really like that one), but there are many movies coming up that I will praise to heaven and back.

The early movies were an integral part of my childhood, and I didn’t just want to go “Barbie lol” and call them all trash. I fully believe that many of these movies are criminally underrated children’s movies which people judge far too harshly without having seen them because they’re tied to the Barbie franchise and therefore just too girly or whatever. But to me, reviewing these movies in a manner that is even the slightest bit fair means also not being willing to ignore some stuff I really, really don’t like just because it’s for kids.

Now, when I was younger, I actually liked this movie fine enough. It was never my favorite — it wasn’t about dancing, so it stood no chance — and it’s definitely the one I’ve rewatched the least from the original trilogy, but I still liked it. I also get why a lot of people consider it their favorite — I’m still going to bring up plenty of positive stuff. In a way, I just have to overstate my dislike at the start here so people who love this movie know they might not enjoy this review, and to kinda contrast it with the sheer popularity of the movie.

But I suppose I should start actually talking about the plot. This movie tells the story of Rapunzel, a young girl who has been kidnapped as a child by the evil Gothel and is imprisoned in her castle. One day, she discovers a secret way outside and to the nearby kingdom, where she meets and immediately falls for a young man — Prince Stefan, unbeknownst to her. She finds out about a feud between the two neighbouring kingdoms, as Stefan’s father King Frederick is accused by King Wilhelm of having kidnapped his daughter as a baby. When Rapunzel hurries home, Gothel already knows she has been outside. As punishment, she locks the girl up in her bedroom. Luckily, Rapunzel can escape once again thanks to a magic paintbrush with which she can paint murals that function as portals. She meets Stefan again, still not learning his name, though he invites her to an upcoming masquerade ball. Rapunzel returns, excited, but Gothel finds out about the invitation. This time, she puts a spell on the tower so that “the prisoner with a lying heart” cannot escape, in anger over her perception that Rapunzel is deliberately not telling her Stefan’s name. Rapunzel is understandably bummed, but then notices that she can still escape, as she has never lied. The masquerade ball is interrupted by the invading King Wilhelm, and Gothel, who came to kill the Prince, reveals that she had been the one to kidnap his daughter as revenge for him rejecting her. Rapunzel shows up and King Wilhelm recognizes her as his lost daughter, and Gothel is defeated by being tricked to run into the portal made by Rapunzel’s paint brush, now unable to escape from the tower as she was the liar all along.

Damn, homegirl is SNATCHED

Now, before I get into the negatives, let’s bring up the topic of adaptations again. I mentioned in my review of Nutcracker that I generally don’t care for accuracy when it comes to adaptations of fairy tales (or in the former case, ballets). Fairy tales often don’t provide enough material by themselves for a feature-length movie, or what’s there isn’t particularly well-suited for a movie in the first place. But something about the way Mattel adapted the story of Rapunzel really frustrates me, and it’s the fact that it literally never even needed to be Rapunzel.

So, because this is going to be a mostly negative review, I’ll bring my positives up first. The animation and sound is a huge improvement from the last movie; once again, I do not want to harp on the animation too hard this early on anyway, but I still want to point out improvements. Plus the sound is really something I felt should be pointed out, with how weird I found it the last time around. I’ve noticed that many people who love this movie are actually artists, and I totally get why people with a passion for art would be way more into the movie than me. I can’t think of too many children’s movies that feature painting in quite the same way, and I can totally see how this movie could influence children to become artists. The soundtrack (which is actually original this time around) is pretty good, and the lullaby especially has a really nostalgic quality to it, even as someone who didn’t adore this movie as a kid. Honestly, much of the negative stuff I’m going to bring up is not only very subjective in the first place, but I might also just genuinely be missing something. I’d be glad to hear the perspectives of people who love this movie, as long as everything can stay civil.

Our main character has long hair, but it does not contribute to the plot at all in any way that truly mattered, no one ever uses it to climb anything (that dream sequence contributed nothing to the plot and therefore doesn’t count) and it’s frankly not even that long — outside of the aforementioned dream scene, where it suddenly was super long, it just barely reached floor-length. It’s fairly obvious the hair was just a gimmick for the doll.

Admittedly, while the dream scene is useless, it’s also my favorite for how bizarre it is.

Basically the only thing this movie keeps is Rapunzel being held in a tower by Gothel after she was taken away as a baby, and her romance with the prince, which are not particularly unique aspects of this fairy tale. What this movie instead is about is painting. I mean, sure, painting’s cool. But it’s a bit of a weird thing to base a Rapunzel adaptation on.

I will admit right here that I am a total hypocrite. There are plenty of upcoming movies that I adore which are similarly inaccurate as adaptations, such as Princess and the Pauper or 12 Dancing Princesses. But those honestly still felt more attached to the source material to me than this movie. Or maybe it’s just the fact that I only know the Wikipedia description of Prince and the Pauper and absolutely loathe the original story of The Twelve Dancing Princesses (seriously, fuck that story), while I’d read the original Rapunzel story quite a bit as a kid.

But for now, let’s get into the first specific thing in this movie that genuinely frustrates me. Imagine you’re the writers for a second. You are at the first point in the story where Gothel is supposed to get so angry that she locks Rapunzel into her room. Now, you would assume that Rapunzel going outside at all really would be enough, but evidently, the writers didn’t. Because all of a sudden, Gothel specifically asks about the guy Rapunzel met, and really insists she tell her his name. Even though Rapunzel goes “I really don’t know, we’ve only met for a super short time, this is honestly very weird, didn’t your ferret watch us?” like three times, Gothel absolutely refuses to believe her, because apparently people not knowing each other’s names is just the most incredible thing to her.

Gothel, a self-care queen

Now, obviously there is a point to this contrivance. Gothel’s insistence that Rapunzel must be lying is what does her in at the end, after all. But just because it technically makes sense in the end doesn’t mean it’s not really stupid. I get that it was supposed to be a clever twist, showing how Gothel caused her own folly, dramatic irony and all that, but if our villain is that much of an idiot I’m just reminded once again that these are movies for very small children. Also, I feel like this movie is implying that Rapunzel has not lied even once in her life, which is… weird, to say the least.

I don’t believe there’s ever any implication that Gothel’s magic only works if she knows a person’s name (which could’ve been done with just one line), or that this is only one extra layer of her abuse, because she really is convinced Rapunzel is lying. There’s also the fact that she could really easily send out Otto to spy on their conversations, as it once already happened — even though I won’t necessarily fault the writers for not thinking of this in particular. I mean, after the second meeting it’s definitely weird that Rapunzel doesn’t know his name (and it only happened because she specifically told him not to), but the first one? It makes no sense that Gothel is flipping out this hard.

For that matter, why did Rapunzel insist he doesn’t tell her? I think at this point, she was fully prepared to just stay away from the castle, since she only came back because of Penelope, and it’s not like Gothel would have believed her the second time. Did she somehow foresee that Gothel would later use a spell that relied on her lying? I once again won’t really count that against the writers, because I only noticed this on the third watch and I don’t think many children would pick up on this, but maybe I just genuinely missed something and someone can answer this for me.

Now mind you, I don’t think this entire plot point is unsalvageable. Her being mistrustful to a fault could have easily been set-up outside of this. I’m imagining something similar to Disney’s Gothel (which obviously didn’t exist yet, but they could’ve easily thought of the concept themselves), only with more focus on humans being sucky, and with her believing all of these lies herself. You could even tie it back to her backstory with King Wilhelm as well. Who knows, maybe he did lie to her or use her at some point and kind of caused all this; make him have a line about how he was a dumb barely-not-teenager and was really immature, I don’t know. Obviously it wouldn’t excuse literal kidnapping, but Gothel is still a villain after all. I don’t think that would be too much for a children’s movie, and it would’ve made the entire twist work much better.

In fact, I feel like you could have in a way inserted the theme of mistrust into the entire movie. I almost think such an attempt was already made, but it’s just not as fleshed out as it could be. King Wilhelm and King Frederick don’t trust each other, Stefan immediately mistrusts Penelope when he sees her (okay, that one’s a little far fetched), Gothel doesn’t trust anyone, but especially not Rapunzel. Flesh some of this out a little, remove one of those fucking Penelope/Hobie scenes to drive the message home and maybe make it so that Rapunzel, as a contrast, is too trusting, especially of Gothel. I don’t think this would have been too much for a children’s movie at all, plenty of even other Barbie movies have deeper messages like this. With such a throughline, the twist could’ve worked really well. As it is, I just think Gothel is an idiot.

Regardless of all this, none of the characters really worked for me either. Prince Stefan was honestly very boring after I loved Prince Eric so much, it’ll take a few more movies for the Barbie character to get characterization beyond "nice" and I’ve already said what I think of the animal sidekicks. Otto (who I somehow always think is an otter thanks to his name) was the only one I could tolerate, mostly because he wanted to ease my suffering by eating Hobie. Penelope I could’ve easily brought up in the plot description, she even has her own arc. Hobie? He didn’t do shit, except distract Gothel once, and it’s honestly very weird to have this rabbit that’s clearly voiced by a middle-aged man being friends with teenage Rapunzel. He was only created to waste my time and brain cells.

You should have, Penelope. You should have.

I do like the message Penelope’s arc is supposed to convey, and I guess I get why other people like her so much, but to me she was just too annoying, and her extreme clumsiness was used as a plot device one time too many. There were also these knight characters which I couldn’t stand, and even during the short time they were there, I hated them. They were the reason I stopped my second watch halfway through.

Still, I don’t want to totally bash this movie. I get why every decision was made, and I also get why a lot of people really like this movie. It’s one of the original three! It’s got a good message! It’s a noticeable improvement in the animation and sound department from the last movie, and I’m sure the stuff I found annoying won’t bother most people. In a way, I’m wondering if I dislike it now because I like Tangled so much. Tangled is also really different but notably keeps her hair important to the plot, but I just think it makes the differences work much better. The exact same goes for all the upcoming inaccurate Barbie adaptations.

I don’t think this movie will even end up that far down in the final ranking. I made it sound like I loathed it, but I’m more or less just disappointed. And oh boy, disappointment is gonna be a theme with the next review as well, but in a very, very different way.

[the-iceni-bitch]

A Wolf in the Castle

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x fem!Reader

Words: 4110

Summary: You arrive at Blackwood Manor to find an unexpected visitor disrupting the sensitive ecosystem of the small family.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (f receiving), fingering unprotected vaginal sex), very minor violence (brief mention of blood), mention of committing crimes, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!

A/N: I’ve been binging a bunch of Seb Stan movies over the past few days as I finish my week off, and Charles Blackwood kind of struck me. I really enjoyed this fic and hope you do too!

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Alright, what the hell? You thought to yourself as you pulled up to Blackwood manor.

There was a strange red convertible in the driveway. Constance and Merricat never had visitors aside from the Clarkes and you. You frowned to yourself as you climbed out of your sedan, picking up the books and flowers from the passenger seat as you went to knock on the front door.

Constance greeted you with one of her beaming smiles that always managed to break your heart a bit.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you! I know Merricat has been looking forward to you coming to visit. You’ll have to excuse us, our cousin Charles has come to stay with us unexpectedly, so we didn’t have enough time to prepare a room for you.”

“Constance, you don’t need to apologize!” You chided as you followed her into the receiving room. “You’re certain this visit won’t be a strain, now that you have another houseguest?”

“Oh, nonsense! Merricat would never forgive me if I sent you away! I see you brought her some new books. And are those lilies?”

“Lilies, cherry blossoms, and lilacs. I remembered they’re your favorites!” You gave her a warm smile as you handed her the bouquet and set the books on one of the end tables.

“Thank you so much! Oh! Y/N, this is our cousin, Charles Blackwood! Charles, this is Merricat’s tutor, and our very good friend, Y/N.”

You extended your hand to the man who had just entered the receiving room and he pressed his lips to your knuckles with a charming smile. His blue eyes took you in as he leaned back against the rear of the couch. You were a stark contrast to Constance’s proper and domestic appearance. You were wearing a pair of tight white capris and a gingham blouse that you had tied in a knot just above the waistline of your pants.

You gave him an appraising look of your own. He was relaxed in a cream linen suit. His soft chestnut waves slicked back from his face as he gave you a smirk. He had an air of easy allure about him that made you uneasy. 

You didn’t trust him a bit.

“So nice to meet you, Charles.” You murmured as he stared at you.

“Y/N!” Merricat came tearing into the receiving room and leapt on you, wrapping her arms around you in a desperate embrace and making you laugh. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much!”

“Mary, you’re being incredibly inappropriate.” Charles was no longer smiling as he watched your young student chatter at you giddily, her hands and knees smudged with dirt from the garden.

“Please, it’s fine.” You grinned at him as Merricat shot him a poisonous glare over her shoulder. “I’ve brought you some new books Merricat, ‘Transcendental Magic’ and several encyclopedias of poisonous plants of the United States and Canada.”

“Oh, thank you!” Merricat ran her fingers over the book covers lovingly when you handed them to her. “Will you join me in the woods to look for some of these?”

“Dear girl, I would love to. But first I need to bring in my suitcases and unpack.” Constance was still beaming between the two of you as her sister opened the book on magic and started to read. Charles looked incredibly disapproving though, and that made you smile for some reason. “I think it’s a little too late for us to venture out tonight anyways, so why don’t you help me bring in the rest of my things, and tomorrow we can make a whole day of it! We’ll bring a picnic and everything!”

Merricat grinned at you before she ran off to put away her new treasures, taking the steps two at a time.

“You shouldn’t encourage the girl.” Charles mumbled under his breath, scowling at you.

“I think it’s lovely how Merricat light’s up whenever Y/N is here.” Constance started to say, but her words died off and her smile took on a certain strain as Charles turned his disapproving gaze to her.

“Exactly what harm is she doing?” You asked, turning to the man with a tired expression. “The girl is exceptionally bright, and I refuse to stifle her. She could be turning that energy into something far more destructive if she isn’t given a proper outlet.” You murmured, shooting a knowing glance at Constance.

“Very well.” He grumbled. “Just make sure she’s washed up for dinner. Constance has made us a lovely meal, I won’t have the girl spoiling it.”

You considered questioning Constance about her cousin once he left to work his way up to his room, but she just gave you another smile and turned to head to the kitchen and finish her preparations. Merricat came bursting through the front door then, looking slightly comical as she tried to maneuver your two cases at once. You hurried to assist her and the two of you headed up to the guest room.

Once you reached the guest room, the two of you set to unpacking your things.

“When did your cousin arrive, Merricat?” You asked as you hung up some of your dresses and she arranged your makeup and perfumes on the vanity.

You saw her shoulders tense when you mentioned Charles. Jonas had followed the two of you and was winding his way through Merricat’s legs. She picked him up and held him close to her chest.

“He came here unbidden and is most unwelcome.” She whispered harshly as she avoided making eye contact with you. “I believe he is making Uncle Julian sicker, and he intends to take Constance from me.”

You stood up to embrace the girl, hoping to soothe her. You smoothed your hands over her hair as she buried her face in your chest.

“Dear girl. Are you sure about these things?” She was incredibly overprotective of her remaining family members, but you couldn’t deny the man made you uncomfortable too.

She just nodded into your shoulder.

“Well, we’ll just have to do our best to make sure he leaves then, won’t we?” You tipped her chin up to face you and she gave a small smile of relief. “Now, I’m going to take a bath before dinner, you should get cleaned up as well. We don’t want to arouse any suspicions.”

She gave you a serious nod and scurried off to her room as you went to run yourself a bath. You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously as you began to undress, considering the best way to go forward.

You joined the family downstairs an hour later, and again felt Charles’ eyes lock onto you. He was considering the differences between you and Constance, once more. Constance had changed into a lovely pale blue chiffon dress for the meal, while you had again chosen an outfit that could well be considered scandalous; a long-sleeved black satin cape-cod sheath that hugged you tightly. He was leering at you over his glass of wine as you entered the dining room.

You heard Merricat hiss when she pushed her Uncle Julian into the room, and deduced that her cousin was wearing one of her father’s suits. He had also placed himself at the head of the table. You gave a heavy sigh as you took your seat across from Constance, in between Charles and Julian. You gave the girls’ uncle a smile and polite greeting as Constance poured you a glass of wine.

“This looks wonderful as always, Constance.” You tipped your glass to her and gave her a small smile of appreciation before raising it to your lips. The poor woman was doing her best to ignore the excessive tension in the room, beaming at everyone seated around the table.

“I’m so glad you like it, Y/N. I made sure to make you some green beans amandine, I remembered that it’s your favorite.”

“It is, it’s so sweet that you remembered.” You praised her, sending her into a fit of tittering. “So, Julian, how are the memoirs coming?”

You smirked into your drink as the man started going on about the night of the murders. You could sense Charles tense up once he started talking and turned your head just enough to catch a glimpse of the muscles in his jaw tense up as he took a swig of wine.

“That’s enough.” He seethed, slamming his glass back down on the table and taking a deep breath to recenter himself. His smile had a certain strain to it when he lifted his head again. “Let’s talk about happier things.”

“Oh, of course.” You murmured. “Merricat, how are your studies going?”

You saw his knuckles grow white as he gripped the edge of the table.

“Oh, I’ve learned six new spells since I last saw you, the first…”

“No.” He looked at you frustratedly as you threw a wink to Merricat, making her giggle. “How about we just, enjoy our meal, hmm?”

You shrugged at him and took another sip of wine before tucking into your dinner. Constance was such a wonderful cook, it was easy to lose yourself in the food. Everyone had a clean plate before long, and you stood to help Constance and Merricat clear the table.

“No, Y/N, you’re our guest, I don’t want you doing any work during your visit with us. It wouldn’t feel right.” Constance scolded you. “Please go join Charles and Julian in the lounge for some after-dinner drinks, oh, and maybe some dancing later, wouldn’t that be lovely?”

“That does sound lovely.” You turned to walk to the lounge but when you arrived, only Charles was there, pouring himself a glass of sherry. “Where’s Julian?”

“Julian decided to turn in for the night.” He told you as he focused on pouring his drink. “Did you want a sherry?”

“Yes, please.” He handed you a small glass and you took a sip, giving a hum of appreciation when the sweet liquor hit your tongue. “Constance is such a wonderful cook, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, Connie’s great.” He chuckled, turning to face you. You felt your hackles rising as he leered at you, his eyes roaming over your body with no reservations as he gave you a wolfish grin. “So what’s your story sweetheart?”

You narrowed your eyes at him but Constance chose that moment to enter the study, and he put up his charming façade again.

“My goodness, I didn’t realize how late it was.” She said, grinning at the two of you. “Will you think any less of me if I retire early? I feel like such a bad hostess.”

“Constance, please.” You gave her a soft look of reproach. “You need to take care of yourself, darling. Please rest, I’m sure Charles and I can find some way to entertain ourselves.”

“Yeah, go to bed, Connie.” Charles gave her a grin as he moved to refill his drink.

You shifted yourself as Constance turned to go, moving towards the desk slowly as you listened to her footsteps going up the stairs. You shifted a letter opener under your palm as you leaned back, waiting to hear the click of Constance’s bedroom door before you started talking again. You heard the click and turned to face Charles, tossing back all of your drink as a look of malice came over your face.

“Alright asshole, what’s your fucking game?” You seethed at Blackwood, sneering at the look of surprise that came over his face.

“Excuse me?” His accent slipped as he tried to recover, and you knew you had him.

“You come in here, zero prep, and manage to raise the hackles of these morons in what, a week?” You were furious, this man must be some kind of special idiot. “I’ve been working these fools for 2 years, asshole, I swear to god, if you ruin this for me…”

“Listen, bitch, I didn’t realize someone was already latched onto this teat.” You could tell he was pissed now, too, but you didn’t care. “But maybe, the fact that you haven’t gotten anywhere in 2 years means this just isn’t for you. I’ll do you a favor and cut you in for 10 percent once I get access to the safe.”

“The safe?” You covered your mouth so that your laughter wouldn’t carry. “You idiot. No wonder that stupid fucking kid is so worked up. You’re working a short-con on them? This is not going to go your way.” You were shaking with mirth.

He growled and slammed his glass on the bar cart, jostling the bottles dangerously. He was snarling as he closed the distance between you and wrapped a hand around your throat, pressing himself into you so hard the desk rattled. You brought up the letter opener and pressed it against his neck in warning, making him hiss.

The two of you stilled when you heard footsteps above you. You just stared at each other, panting heavily as you waited. The footsteps stopped suddenly, and you sighed in relief as you heard the creak of Constance finally climbing into bed.

“Listen dumbass,” You whispered at him, digging the blade into his neck to accentuate your point. “This is my score. I actually did my research, I ingrained myself to that brat, I fucked the damn simpleton, you think you can just waltz in here with that shit-eating grin and take it all away from me, you are very mistaken.”

He snorted at you, “Jesus, why would you fuck Julian?” he had slotted one of his knees between your thighs and started to edge up the hem of your skirt as he moved even closer to you.

“What?” You were doing your best to ignore the way your body was reacting to being in such close proximity to him. “No, the other simpleton, Connie. What, you haven’t?”

The look of surprise on his face was satisfying and annoying at the same time. You rolled your eyes as he released your throat and gave you an appreciative look.

“Well, fuck, sweetheart. You’re full of surprises.”

“Yeah, right.” You were tired of this. “Alright. We’re both to far into this now for either one to back out without arousing any suspicion. So, we’ll split it.” You pressed the letter opener into his neck when he scoffed at you. “Or, I could just cut your throat now, tell those two gals you assaulted me, and keep it all to myself. Which would you prefer?” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Fine.” He spat at you. You had the upper hand for now, but he could find a way to get rid of you eventually, he was sure. His face split in a grin suddenly. “Y’know, we should consummate our little agreement in some way. Make it official.” He moved his hands behind you and pressed you into him roughly, making you gasp when you felt him grind his erection into your hip. “I can make you feel better than that stupid bitch did.” He moved a hand up the inside of your thigh until he was cupping your heat through your panties, groaning when he found you soaked.

You bit your lip as he ran his fingers over the sopping fabric of your panties, teasing them against your throbbing clit. You kept the blade against his throat as you rocked into his hand, begging for more friction.

“You wanna consummate it?” You gave him a wicked grin as you slowly withdrew the letter opener, tutting softly as a thin line of blood rose from his skin when it left. “Get on your knees.”

He pouted at you, that wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for. You shook your head and brought the blade back up to his neck swiftly, with a click of your tongue.

“Look at that, already not holding up your end.” You scolded as he eyed you warily.

He just grumbled at you as he sank to his knees, digging his fingers into your thighs and drawing them apart slowly. He hooked his fingers underneath the sides of your panties and drew them slowly down your legs. You withdrew the blade from his neck and set it aside as he latched his palms under your hips and pulled you to the end of the desk, running his freshly shaven cheek over the smooth skin of your inner thigh and inhaling your scent.

You broke eye contact when you felt him breathe against your entrance, thrusting your hips forward to drive yourself into his mouth as his tongue flicked out to taste you. He dragged it over your slit in a heavy stripe that had you panting with need. You ran your fingers through Charles’ hair and gripped tightly, drawing him closer to you as he moaned against your core.

“Fuck.” You murmured as you fell back on your elbow, screwing your eyes shut as he thrust his tongue into you, curling it inside your canal. “Charles.”

His fingers were gripping your thighs so hard above your stockings you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. His lips brushed softly against your folds as his tongue lapped up the evidence of your arousal greedily, making you moan.

You felt him release one thigh and bring his fingers to stroke over your slit as he disconnected his mouth to give you a wicked grin. “You need to be quiet, doll. All we need is you blowing the whole thing when I make you cum.” He plunged two fingers into you and curled them in a beckoning motion and you collapsed against the desk with a thud, writhing into his hand and whining softly.

You shoved your fist into your mouth and bit down on your knuckles when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked gently, making your back arch off the desk. He chuckled as he felt you clench around his fingers and he increased the pressure on your tiny bud, sucking even harder as your body rolled underneath him.

“That’s right sweetheart, cum for me.” He curled his fingers one more time as he latched onto you and that was that. You sobbed into your hand as your spine curled, every muscle in your body going rigid for just a beat before you were trembling in bliss, your release gushing over Charles’ chin as he kept fucking his fingers into you while you rode it out.

“God, darling, that was something.” He grinned down at you as he rose to stand between your legs, watching you shiver as aftershocks wracked your body. You looked sinful with your skirt bunched around your waist and your cunt on full display. One of your stockings had come loose from your garter belt and was starting to slide down your thigh. “If we’re gonna have an even partnership though, I think you owe me something.”

He bent over you and pressed his mouth to yours possessively, shoving his tongue between your swollen lips and probing the warm cavern of your mouth as he wrapped one hand around the back of your neck. His other hand started traveling underneath your back, searching for the buttons to undo your dress.

“Alright, fuck this.” He withdrew his hand from beneath you and started fumbling it around the desk searching for something. You gasped into his mouth when you felt the cool silver of the letter opener press against your chest, but he just drew in down in a quick slash, tearing open your dress and the thin lace of your bra until your breasts were exposed.

Charles watched the rise and fall of your chest hungrily as he rose above you, wrenching his tie and jacket off before starting to undo the buttons of his shirt. You reached down to undo his belt and whipped it off through the loops before working on the buttons of his pants. He stepped back when you had finished your work to slip out of his shoes before sliding his slacks down his legs and tossing his shirt aside.

He started tracing his fingers over your thighs lightly as he stepped closer, nudging his tip against your pussy and making you whine. Charles just chuckled as he teased you, one of his thumbs rubbing right next to your slit before withdrawing it again.

“Maybe we should renegotiate, doll.” He pressed the head of his cock into you slowly before dragging it out again. “I bet you’d give me anything right now just to get me to fuck this sweet little cunt.”

“Fuck you, Blackwood.” You hissed at him before it devolved into a moan as he brought up a hand to palm at your breast and you felt the sensation echo in your core as you clenched around nothing.

He lined himself up and clapped his palm over your mouth before spearing into you violently. You screamed into his hand and felt tears leak down your cheeks as another orgasm ripped through you and your shuddered as he began to fuck into you like a madman.

“God, this pussy is so tight, doll. So fucking warm and ready for me.” He kept his hand over your mouth as he bent to trace a bead of sweat that was trailing through the valley of your breasts with his tongue, moaning at the salty taste of you before mouthing softly over the slope of one breast to lave his tongue over your nipple. He laughed against your skin as he felt you clamp around him, your hips thrusting to match his as you neared another release. “You gonna be quiet if I move my hand, darling?” You nodded and sucked in a ragged breath when he removed his hand.

His hand moved underneath your hips and tilted you just slightly as he buried his face in your neck, sucking softly at the hollow behind your ear. You dug your nails into the muscles of his back when he brought his hand between the two of you to rub his fingers against your clit.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum again.” You whispered, tossing your head back and arching into Charles as you felt a warm coil tightening in your stomach.

“Be quiet about it.” He hissed at you, pressing his cheek to yours as he continued rutting into you.

You dipped your head and sank your teeth into his shoulder as your pleasure took hold of you and you heard him swallow a shout as you fluttered around him, your legs holding him to you tightly.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He growled in your ear, bringing up one hand to brace himself against the desk and stare into your eyes. “God, I’m close, darling. You got one more for me?”

You smirked and shoved him off you roughly, making him stumble back and land heavily on the settee. You crawled into his lap and sank onto him with a hiss, grinding into him slowly before you started fucking yourself on his cock.

Charles leaned back and gripped your hips tightly, guiding you as you impaled yourself on his length over and over. You picked up the pace and he groaned as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust of his hips. You braced a hand on his chest as your eyes fluttered closed and you bit at your bruised lips. One more drive of his hips had you collapsing on top of him, your pussy strangling his cock as he fucked you through it. Your body rolled against him as he turned your head to kiss you deeply.

You felt his hips stutter and suddenly you were flooded with warmth as his seed shot into you, thick hot ropes of his spend filling you up and leaking out around his cock as he groaned into your mouth.

The two of you laid there for a bit, panting as you waited for your breathing to regulate. You were the first to move, standing over him and trying to think of some way to cover yourself long enough to make it to your room, eventually deciding to just pull the ruins of your dress over your shoulders and hope for the best. You smirked down at Charles as he started to sit up, his cock coated in a mix of your releases and his skin flushed. His perfectly coifed hair was now falling into his eyes in sweat-soaked curls as he gazed up at you through his thick lashes.

“I think this is the start of a pretty great partnership, darling.” You teased him over your shoulder as you headed back up to your room, leaving him to clean up the lounge on his own.

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A/N: Surprise!! Our reader is a bad, bad girl! We’ll see what sort of other trouble she and Charles get up to!

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We Wouldn’t Be Us // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: We get a look into the timeline of the reader and Charlie’s relationship from the first date that wasn’t so perfect to the news they get. The relationship has its ups and downs like all relationships do but this one brings the birth of a song. They know in their relationship that anything less just wouldn’t be them

Warnings: Swearing, an argument, allusion to sex (NO SMUT), pure fluff

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I suppose this is an entry for @cherrymaybank​’s Valentine’s Day Fic Challenge. 

Based on the song We Wouldn’t Be Us by Alexandra Kay

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Every dress didn’t seem to fit properly no matter what mirror with different light in your apartment you tried. The spare bathroom’s bulb was dying, so that made the colour appear off, and the best mirror was dirty, which would dampen the romantic goal. Nothing made you feel that oomph that you desired for this date. 

You could wear the standby little black dress of which you had two options, the clubbing one or the work appropriate one. It didn’t seem right to choose a standard black and no colour for this insanely sweet guy that had this insane energy. With that thought in mind, you dug deeper in your closet for that special dress that you’d never found someone worthy of it. It was your best dress and your most expensive with the tags still on. You would have gone for the maroon dress but it was Valentine’s Day and that seemed like over kill.

Somehow it still fit perfectly despite the length of time from purchase, it was a vibrant green satin with lace matching the colour. The dress's satin ended just below the knee with the matching lace falling an additional six inches past. The A-line skirt was loose flowing contrasting to the form-fitting material across your bust and midsection. 

One of your favourite parts of the dress was the off-shoulder bateau neckline that gave a tasteful sneak of your cleavage. The bottom of the thick straps came to make a perfectly straight horizontal line. Across your waist was a one-inch wide satin ribbon attached to the dress that formed a perfect bow that tied the outfit together, no pun intended.

“Whoa.” You breathed stepping in front of the floor-length mirror kept in the spare bedroom, it had once been your roommates’ room before she moved.

You had to admit the dress was magical with it, bringing out all your curves and went with your skin tone. It was a pure shock to see how you managed to make the dress come to life with just a makeup look that was easy to do. All you did next was your favourite beige heels that went with everything. You had just slid on the left heel when the buzzer sounded and slid the right on as you hit the button unlocking the apartment building door.

“This is going to be perfect.” You breathed leaning into the mirror beside the front door. You inspected your lipstick as a knock sounded on the dark brown wood of your door. 

“You look gorgeous.” Your date breathed, widening those colour changing irises as he took in your outfit, “You take my breath away. Happy Valentine’s Day”

Your cheeks flushed, “Thank you, Charlie.”

He stepped into the apartment as you quickly went to the kitchen to grab your coat and purse with your essentials. He had gently retrieved the coat from your arms to help you into the cold jacket. 

“I know traditionally I would have brought you flowers, but I also know you love books.” Charlie breathed grasping the items in his hands, “So I got these flowers.”

His warm hands held three books. The top one was The Orchid House by Lucinda Riley with a cover that had the background blurry with only the back of a girl in clarity. The girl’s pink dress matching the flower in the upper corner of the book. The next cover proudly displayed The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsley with red flowers growing down on a stone building. The third one was a light pink book with an anatomically correct heart with flowers growing out of the arteries, veins and valves; a collection of poetry I Saw You As a Flower by Ellen Everett. Lastly, you held Rupi Kaur’s second collection of poetry The Sun and her Flowers that had come out a couple years ago.

“Charlie, this is so thoughtful. You even has a rose one!” You breathlessly spoke gently touching the covers, “Thank you so much for these.”

“I thought we could read them together?” Charlie was bashful as he quietly asked with flushed cheeks. He didn’t know why he felt like this was his very first date all over again.

“I’d love that.” You softly told the Canadian with the manners a mother would be jealous to have in her home. Charlie’s fingers linked with yours as he tugged you out of the apartment into the hallway.

Your hands swung during the short walk from the apartment building to his bright orange Subaru across the street. The sound of the light wind rustling the trees lining the sidewalk mixed with the humming from Charlie was a perfect film score. He was the ideal gentleman even before he asked you out.

You couldn’t wait to tell your close loved ones about Charlie. You could really see this going somewhere. The relationship that is, as you were now on the side of a road with the Subaru’s hazard lights flashing.

“I forgot to fill the tank.” Charlie moaned, pressing his forehead against the steering wheel. His eyes clenched just as tight as his fists.

The Canadian was so embarrassed to have had what he thought was the best date of his life. He’d played music from the playlist he had patiently curated specifically for this date, and he held your hand to the restaurant. He’d already made plans for another date when his car’s warning beeped.

In Charlie’s haste, he’d forgotten to fuel up his car, so here he was with the prettiest person he’d ever seen in his passenger seat. His confidence in a second date had greatly diminished.

“Char, you said Owen was on his way. There isn’t anyone else I’d prefer to be stranded with. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I wanted this date to go perfect. This is my first Valentine’s Day with someone.” Charlie admitted turning his head to stare into warm pools of your e/y colours. His eyes scanned the soft smile that appeared on your face as his confession, “I had this whole thing planned out, and now you definitely won’t want a second-”

“I’m gonna kiss you. If you don’t want that, let me know.” You murmured before pulling him in for what would be the best kiss of your life thus far.

Sure his car broke down, but you kissed him anyway. He tasted of the complimentary chocolate dessert from dinner.

A Year Later

A young, admittedly broke couple sat on the cold floor of the unpacked kitchen eating SpaghettiOs. You had only just moved into the studio apartment with Charlie that had drained most of your savings. Had it not been in a decently safe area in the city and a close commute you would have said no.

But it was the perfect starting place for you two as you both were unfamiliar with living with an SO. It sucked on each of your ends to not have a better situation, Charlie wanted nothing more than to spoil you on the first day living together. Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible but sitting on the floor with a cheap candle was imperfectly perfect.

“I’m sorry we’re eating out of cans.” Charlie whispered pointedly, keeping his eyes on the spoon, stirring the red sauce with the beige circles.

“Char this is perfect. As long as it’s you and I then anything is perfect. Besides we didn’t label the boxes, I have no idea which box has our kitchenware.” You admitted glancing at the boxes boarding the edge of the room. 

You ate out of cans for at least a week before you had unpacked the kitchen and had the means to buy actual groceries. Living together thus far had been going super smooth until wasn’t.

It was a bad day on both your parts, your entire work was deleted after a computer glitch. Charlie had auditioned for a role he had been really really wanting since he heard about it. Your father came down with the flu axing the plans to meet for dinner; it would have been the first time in six months you saw him in person.

The apartment's atmosphere had been rising and very volatile by mid-afternoon when Charlie blatantly forgot a deal. If he was going to play music, it had to be in the study so you could focus on your work. 

Today he’d decided to be in close vicinity to have a virtual jam session with both Owen and Jeremy. He’d chosen the room you were in solely because it had the best wifi reception which you needed as well.

“Charlie, please can you go to the study? I’m trying to finish this!” You cried out as he struck a chord on the electric. His eyebrows came other in the glare he sent you, “I lost all my work last night.”

“The guys and I are working on songs-”

“-Charlie, this is due tonight. I can’t concentrate with-”

“It’s not my fault you have a shitty attention span!” Charlie angrily snapped contradicting the gentle touch on his guitar. He placed it back on the stand to not accidentally damage it, “The wifi is best in this room.”

“I’m very much aware of that Charlie. Out of the two of us, I use it the most. Can you please either move to the study or at least wait an hour so I can finish?” You pleaded with the Canadian actor ignoring the two guys on the computer silently waiting for the fight to be over.

“Why can't you mov-”

“Fine. I will.” You fully stared down your boyfriend for a full five seconds before you harshly closed the top of your computer. It took seconds to gather your work stuff into the leather satchel you stored the computer in, “You didn’t even mute the call.”

Charlie watched as you swiftly pulled on your jacket, “Babe-”

The sound of the door slamming shut cut his sentence before he even had a chance to speak his thoughts. The apartment was eerily silent compared to the sounds of music that always played through the Bluetooth speaker.

The inspiration to play evaporated with the aftermath of a stupid argument permeated the apartment typically filled with love. All three actors quietly said their goodbyes before they ended the video call.

You spent an hour uncomfortably sitting in a cafe finishing up what you’d needed to finish with the argument replaying. Your finger barely hit the button to send the email before you had already stepped outside the business. You spent the walk struggling to draft a text to your boyfriend. 

It didn’t matter because when you walked into the apartment, you heard the soft song you’d both deemed yours. It was cheesy, but that was part of Charlie’s charm. Speaking of your boyfriend, he was sat on the floor of your kitchen with matching mugs of brownies.

“I’m sorry. I was insensitive.” Charlie started as soon as your jacket was draped over one of the kitchen chairs. His usually wide smile was as bashful as the one he’d worn on the night of your first date.

“No I’m sorry, Charlie. I could have easily put on my headphones or moved to the bedroom for a bit. The fight was stupid, and I love you so much that sometimes I think I take you for granted. I mean, look at you! You made the brownie cups-”

“Even sitting on the cold floor like when we moved in.” Charlie cheekily inserted, reaching over to hold your hands in his, “I like our tradition. I definitely like how we upgraded from SpaghettiOs to brownies.”

“Me too.” You breathed leaning over to press a lingering kiss on his lips. His hands delving into your hair to keep you close.

The butterflies stormed your stomach as the heat slowly inflated from your toes until it reached your flushing cheeks. Raw emotion pouring into the passionate kiss that only closed down as you broke for air. But you also went back in as that warmth slowly built in your tummies. Charlie’s eyes marginally opened to ensure he wasn’t imagining the Angel he got to kiss.

Finally, with heavy breathing, you pulled apart, but only a fleeting moment froze the time in the apartment. For, as soon as Charlie caught your dilated pupils, his one hand cupped the back of your hand, fingers tangled in your h/c tresses. 

Soon enough, you were making up on the kitchen floor with each article of clothing tossed in the vicinity. A shirt landed on the kitchen sink spout. The brownie mugs forgotten as you gave into the passion with your boyfriend. Your lovemaking had you missing supper.

Charlie’s solution was a trip to the local authentic English pub founded by a nice guy from London. You never failed to stop him for a dance in the empty street as his smooth voice gave music for smooth motions. Dancing was a common thing from pulling off the road in Dieppe to dance. You drank and danced at the pub until Jack cut you off at 2am as his pub rules had.

You and Charlie just laughed in a love bubble as the real-world worries faded because you always came together in the rough times.

Months later you returned to Dieppe with Charlie to spend the holidays with them. The entire family together creating such a welcoming atmosphere.

“I’m gonna grab a glass of water.” You informed the group of gals ad non-binary pals who had gathered in Meghan’s bedroom. The group had decided to sleep over Meg’s childhood room with face masks, nail polish and lovely wine.

Meg and Jeannette both nodded to acknowledge your announcement before they returned to their respective conversations. You took a moment to take in the great group of Gillespie and Co you had the honour to be part of. The thirst was only temporarily forgotten in the happy bubble you found yourself in.

You practically skipped to the kitchen, barely noticing the two people in the living room, but their words stopped you in your tracks. Your boyfriend, Charlie Gillespie, stood close to his older brothers Ryan, Patrick and Michael.

“I’m gonna ask her to marry-” Charlie caught himself from finishing the sentence when he saw you standing pale-faced at the opening into the living room.

His entire body was encapsulated by the lights casting in the living room from the Christmas tree. The tree couldn’t hold a candle to the ring of your dreams that promptly had you bursting into tears.

“I RUINED THE SURPRISE!” You sobbed dropping your face into your cold hands, avoiding the gaze of the Gillespie brothers. Had you not been hiding in your hands you would have known the older three had vacated the room.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Charlie cooed with the ring safely put away in the box he had shoved back in his pocket, “You didn’t ruin the surprise. I shouldn’t have been telling my brothers in the middle of the living room.”

Charlie’s warm hands slowly pulled your hands from your soft post-mask skin with such a pretty healthy glow. He could see the remnants of the mask on the edge of your scalp, but it didn’t take away from your beauty.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring up at him from underneath your eyelashes. The soft hazel eyes not upset in the least, things often didn’t go the way you wanted to together.

Take the first date from over two years ago where you and Charlie had waited for Owen to meet you with a jug of gas. You’d shared childhood stories and future dreams. Or the time you hadn’t marked the boxes creating an entire week of eating out of cans and cartons.

Ruining the proposal was almost expected at this rate.

“I knew from the moment I saw you in that emerald dress I knew that you were the One for me. I’ve adored each moment I’ve gotten with you from the spontaneous dances on the side of the road. To bursting into song in the middle of the street.” Charlie shakily started with sweating bands but an open heart, “When your best friend told me the emerald dress was the special one, it melted my heart.”

“Charlie.”

“Other than my belief that this relationship will last, I was only ever sure of one thing in my life. I was sure I would be an actor, but now I’m more sure that my favourite role will be supporting you, loving you and evolving with you as your husband.” Charlie sniffled, taking one hand from yours to wipe the tears flooding his cheeks, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You breathed lunging on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much passion as you could. Your hands caressed the skin of his cheeks; his long tresses tickling your wrists.

“God I love you.” Charlie gushed with a gentle shake of his head. His hazel pinned to your e/c eyes as if you were the most precious gem in the world.

A voice cut the bubble enveloping you, “Well are you gonna put the ring on her finger or what?”

Charlie’s head moved to meet the teary eyes of his mother surrounded by his siblings as they bounced on their feet. You laughed as your now fiance clumsily rushed to slide the absolutely gorgeous ring on your finger. 

“Welcome to the family officially.” Jeannette cheered along with the celebratory whistles and yells as the crowd of the family grew more and more. Soon enough, the entire room was overflowing with people congratulating your new engagement.

Months later, you stood in front of that same group holding the hands of your handsome fiance. Both dressed to the nines in front of the officiant.

“I wasn’t looking for a fairytale, because they all end the same. The princess has a conflict that she revolves with the help of the prince. They get married and live happily ever after. I adore how we’re writing our own story that fits our relationship. Charlie Gillespie, I wouldn’t change a thing about our lives. I wouldn’t have it any other way even with the fighting and slamming doors, but we always end up on our kitchen floor making up with two brownies in mugs.” Your vows brought tears among the onlookers along with the Canadian barely keeping it together.

The vows would later be eloquently transformed into lyrics from you with the accompanying melody provided by Charlie. On Valentine’s Day, you played the song on the kitchen floor with a plate of brownies. Three brownies waiting to be devoured.

“Three for each of us.” You wept as you watched as Charlie melted into a puddle of joyful tears. He took no time in placing his hand over your flat stomach.

Yeah, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially when Valentine’s Day become more to the Gillespie family; a new little love taking up the day.

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[theredsuzuran]

Muzan x reader ~ Lily

This is a song fanfiction on the song Lily by Alan Walker, k-391 and Emelie hollow. This story is inspired by the Japanese legend of yamato no orochi. I might do a second part as well. It's my first ever fanfiction so please excuse my mistakes.

Warning : mention of slight gore and blood

Enjoy

Lily was a little girl

Every decade on the night of full moon the first born female child of (L/n) clan are sent as bride to a powerful demon named Akai lurking on the mountain of Akakura which was believed to be inhabited by oni from ancient times. Your great grandfather and his then pregnant wife was attacked by that demon although on their constant begging and vows of servicing to the demon he spared their lives but on one condition that was they needed to send him one girl from their household every decade on this very full moon night. Your sisters and aunts, who you never get to see were presented to that oni. You being the oldest daughter of your family was nominated as the bride this year.

Afraid of the big wide world

When you first get to know about this, you were absolutely terrified and angry of the idea to be separated from your parents and siblings in order to serve your duty as a bride to that potentially harmful demon who you knew would devour you as you never saw any of your elder sisters or aunts come back therefore it was nothing but a human sacrifice in your judgment and being a child it horrified you, often causing nightmares of the said demon. From a very tender age you were brainwashed that the outside world was a dangerous place and it consists of unknown creatures lurking around the earth's surface with the sole purpose of causing grave harm to people. Being a child you were easily convinced but as you grew older your curiosity got the best of you as well as the urge for understanding the outside world became a necessity.

She grew up within her castle walls

Now and then she tried to run

And then on the night with the setting sun

She went in the woods away

So afraid, all alone.

As a child most of the time you were confined inside the four walls of your room, you were not allowed to go out unless required. There were servants who tended you day and night. It was necessary because the child for the sacrifice should be flawless in every aspect and most importantly healthy or else great catastrophe would fell upon your family. Sometimes you wish you were a sick person. That doesn't mean you didn't try to run away from home. Every now and then you tried escaping from your residence and one time during sunset you were successful in escaping, that was for the first time you went out from your house, you ran miles and miles away, bare foot. For the first time in life you were so far away from home you never imagined this day might come. The softness of the green grass beneath your feet, the fresh air lingering in the atmosphere made your heart giddy. As you stopped running for a while you encountered the sight of a city in which there were lots of people gathering around the street, both men, women and children of your age wearing lavish clothing and accessories, you have zero social interaction skills, servents being an exception even your parents also were not available all the time, on top of that you were timid and young, this overwhelming crowd of unknown people startled you which was honestly frightening but you were determined. Therefore you brush off your worries in order to explore the city, you were happened to be in the middle of a festival, which you seem to know since your servants who served under (L/n) family often talk about such festivals obviously they are not allowed to discuss such things infront of you but somehow you managed to eavesdrop and acquire information. Festivals are truly majestic, it was way better than the stories you have heard from the maids at your residence. It was colourful, lively, cheerful, loud nothing like the world you are used to see. There were various stalls consisting of items like jewelry, cloths that are being displayed on the street, on both sides of the road. The the smell of hot dishes like yakisoba, Takoyaki and ikayaki from different stalls hitting your nostrils making your mouth watery. As you were wandering around aimlessly, admiring the lighting and beauty of the festival, you bumped into a bunch of drunk men, you quickly turned away to apologize but a man with rough demeanor pulled your arm and started throwing curses at your way which definitely made you uncomfortable as you looked around to ask for help but none of them responded or came to your aid.

"look where you walking, brat!"

"I am sorry, please forgive me" you were not accustomed to such rude behavior as your maids and servants and even your family members were gentle towards you which was likely because you came from a very wealthy family. Which was quite visible by those men by the way you dressed, expensive (f/c) kimono wrapped around your figure made with the finest silk in the country and the gold hair pin tucked in your smooth (h/c) hair.

They warned her, don't go there

There's creatures who are hiding in the dark.

"What's with the hurry miss, join us for a bit?" With that said from the other guy, your eyes widened, you tried your best not to cry, they warned me your mind started to race with the worst case scenario as you started to remind your parents word about the outside world but you came back to your senses as they yanked you down the alley. Your heartbeat increasing rapidly, sweat covering your (s/c) countenance, your mind was going blank but you snapped out from your thoughts as you noticed the man's arm closed to your face without wasting any time you bit the man harshly causing him to drop your hand, taking advantage of that situation you ran towards the opposite direction earning screams and curses from behind. You didn't try looking back but you knew they were chasing you from behind. You stumble across the way as never in your life you ran so fast and somehow manage to get into the wood. Being exhausted and breathless you collapsed onto the ground. The sound of footsteps growing lounder as they were approaching you, tears stared to form up in your face am I going to die?

"Found you kitten" one of the drunkards chasing you commented, grabbing a handful of your (h/l)(h/c) hair roughly, lifting you up from the ground, then he took out a knife from his pocket and brought that near your neck in order to create a minor cut which begun bleeding instantly. You screamed in pain but no words came out from your mouth, you felt completely defeated and tired. There was no hope. You felt as if you were going to die but you didn't want to. Yet.

Then something came creeping

It told her, don't you worry just-

Suddenly rustling of leaves and bushes were heard from afar which caught you and the rest suprised.

"Who's there?" The man holding you shouted but complete silence was observed. This pissed off the man even more and he shouted angrily this time with more intensity.

"Come out or I will kill this girl in this instance" no sooner did the words left the man's mouth than he saw you were out of his sight and standing before him was a slender pale man in his late twenties having remarkable dark curly hair and plum red eyes contrasting his features sharply. He was holding you firmly but gently in his arm.

"How did you-"

You saw his eyes glowing under the moonlight pointing directly towards those men, his glare was deadly and menacing which could make anyone fall on their knees. One of the men began to charge towards you but his attempt went futile because the man holding you kicked the man with such immense strength that he went flying over the air and died a painful death crashing loudly against the ground snapping his neck in the process. The other man in feat of pure rage tried to punch that mysterious man but his head exploded due to the pressure of that raven hair blocking his attack. The other man who watched all of that fainted. It was a gruesome scene for you to witness but you tried your best not to cry because the man infront of you just saved your life.

"Thank you mister for saving my life, I thought I was going to die if it were not you I'd be dead, I appreciate your help" your voice still shaking, you lowered your head and then look up for the first time his red orbs met your (e/c) ones. The moonlight reflected through the branches of the trees made you see his face clearly, you have not interacted with men before except your father, siblings and uncles so being closed with a man this handsome made you a little nervous. You could feel your blood rush through your cheeks. Seeing you nervous made him chuckle slightly, he gently put you down on the ground from his arm.

Follow everywhere I go

"A young girl like you should not be roaming around in the woods late at night, there are a lot of people and creatures having full intent to hurt fragile beings like yourself" he spoke to you with his calm, monotonous voice.

"Yes you are right mister and I apologize for causing you trouble but I really needed to come out" you replied with a soft hum. Which made that man curious.

"Is that so? What's your name child?"

"My name is (y/n)(l/n), and yours?"

"Muzan kibutsuji"

A perfect chance for him to devour this girl which was driving him crazy because of the aroma she was emitting, he can take full advantage of this situation, there was no way in hell this girl could protect herself as minutes ago she was cowering with fear and misery, how pathetic he thought.

"I was meaning to say this for a long time now kibutsuji san you have the most beautiful pair of eyes, it's very unique, I am glad to meet you" the sudden compliment coming from you widened his eyes. He have been living for a thousand years now both humans and his underlings alike are scared of him even his demons admire and respect him out of fear. All of them knew how ruthless, manipulative, egoistic and deceitful this man is but this girl shows her genuine gratitude towards him even though she is vulnerable and exposed. What a clueless human he thought letting her guard down to none other but the dangerous Muzan kibutsuji. There was pure innocence in her voice and glowing admiration in her eyes, gleaming with positive energy which evoked strong emotions in all his seven hearts that were stoned ever since he abandoned his humanity.

"Its dangerous for you to go back alone let me escort you home" the demon replied which you gladly accepted. For now.

Muzan held your hand tightly as the two of you began to walk out from the forest and enter the town again, talking on the way, learning about each other.

"How old are you (y/n) chan?"

"I am 13 years old, kibutsuji san"

"Muzan will be fine, (y/n)"

"Sure Muzan!" You smiled enthusiastically, you enjoyed his company as you were not allowed to have friends it made your heart flutter with an unexpected feeling of warmth. You wanted to clinge on it. Never in your life you felt so secure and content.

Top over the mountains or valley low

"Say (y/n), why did you ran away from home?" Muzan asked

"I don't want to get sacrificed to the oni" you replied with sudden drop to your voice. Muzan stopped walking and looked down at you with concern written over his face, he didn't know why he was acting this way but there was this sudden urge to keep you safe, the thought of seeing you suffer made him somewhat sick to his stomach.

"What oni?" He asked this time holding your shoulders gently, he could say you were scare to talk about this but somehow you felt at ease around him which you never felt towards anyone, you started to trust him even though you just met him.

"There has been an old tradition in my family for generations, every decade on the night of full moon the first born female child of our family is sacrificed to the oni living on the mountain of akakura for last 50 years, I am next in line that's why I was running away, I am not ready to die" you replied almost sobbing

Give you everything you've been dreaming of

Just let me in

"Once I attain the age 18, I will too be send to the oni as his bride" tears came rolling down your cheek, the demon lord can sense your terror which you were trying to hide. What a pitiful creature, I shall be your savior he thought to himself.

"You are a brave girl, I admire your inner strength (y/n)" he cupped your face with his arms, caressing your features softly brushing away the tear drop forming in your eyes.

"I don't know for how long" you replied smiling a bit. appreciating his effort to soothe your anxiety.

Everything you want in gold, I'll be the magic story you've been told

Everything was good until you heard your name coming across the other end of the street, it was two of your servants and your uncle approaching both you and Muzan. The look in your face suddenly changed to that of a drastic one, the slight flush which covered your countenance few seconds ago was gone and was replaced with a pale look similar to that of muzan's. It was evident to the demon from your expressions that it was rather unpleasant for you even though they seem to know you and by judging the looks of your uncle, he figured you two are related.

"Where have you gone milady?" One of your maid came rushing towards you, but you hid behind muzan's back averting your gaze from the maiden and your uncle. As you could feel an intense glare coming from him. Thanks to your uncle you are in great trouble now.

"My name is (u/n)(L/n), this girl's uncle, I apologize on behalf of my niece for causing you trouble" the (h/c) hair man said to muzan.

"I am Tsukihiko kibutsuji, Do not worry about that and (y/n) didn't create any disturbance" it would be a bit suspicious to you that why muzan lied to your uncle about his real name if he didn't mention he was a demon earlier when you two were conversing and he needs to hide his identity in order to survive.

"Thank you so much for your help, (L/n) family will owe you for this" he bowed to muzan showing his gratitude towards him while glancing at you with the corner of his eyes.

"You here young lady, I hope you won't run away like this you could have just asked our servants or me if you really wanted to go out that badly, you have made your mother worried sick" the man cooed directing towards you.

𝚕𝚒es you thought You'd never let me go out, you are only behaving nicely because of muzan.

"(Y/n)" the soothing voice hit your ears and you looked up to see muzan "you must go back home, as your uncle stated they must be really worried, right?"

You felt really defeated but you decided to let go of him, he already saved you from a great disaster. It would be selfish of you to ask for more but you really hoped he'd help. Before you headed back you asked turning your head back at his direction.

And you'll be safe under my control

"We will still be friends right?" Muzan was taken aback friends? He thought a genuine smile appearing on his face. He nodded at you which made you sigh with relief and then you waved goodbye to him in the hope of seeing him again someday, your first friend.

"Yes (y/n), we will meet again"

Just let me in, ooh.

[viioletpixels]

Eulogy [One Shot]

≫ Word Count: 1420

≫ Summary: Cole gives the eulogy at a funeral.

≫ Warnings: Mentions of death and loss. Maybe have some tissues on hand...

≫ Also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad 

Cole has never been a funeral type of guy.

He's only been to two in his life. The first was for his Aunt Daisy, which he was too young to even remember. The second was for his father's father, who he felt bad about, but hadn't known well enough to really mourn over. As such, he's forgotten how uncomfortable it is to stand in a stuffy funeral home, trying (and failing) to not sweat through his suit. He's also forgotten how completely and utterly depressing it all is.

The few guests—a handful of relatives from both sides of the family—make idle conversation as they head to their seats. Does it make things a little less awkward? Sure. But it does nothing to dispel the aura of sadness that permeates the room. As much as everyone tries to remain positive, they all know they've lost someone, and that knowledge hovers over them like a thick, suffocating smog.

It's all the more depressing considering who they've lost.

Cole sighs. His eyes are already red and burning, and he blinks to keep a fresh wave of moisture from spilling. He's cried enough tears these past few weeks to last him a lifetime. A few escape anyway, forcing him to squint through them as he turns his head. Across the room, away from where the warm light of the windows can reach, sits his mother's casket. His feet feel like bricks as he moves toward it, each step heavy and painful.

She's wearing a simple dress the color of lilacs in the summer, a stark contrast from the plain nightgown he'd gotten used to seeing her in. Her raven hair is pinned in a neat updo, now secured by what must be a gallon of hairspray, and her skin is coated in a layer of airbrushed makeup. He isn't sure why. Maybe it's to make her look more lively and refreshed, as if she's only resting. If that's the case, he doesn't get why they'd bother with that, since everyone knows she'll never leave that casket again. All he knows is she never would've dressed up that much.

Even so, she's still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Nothing in Ninjago could ever change that.

Cole sniffs, wiping harshly at his eyes with his sleeve, at the sound of light footsteps drawing near. A familiar presence appears by his side. He knows who it is, but he doesn't look up.

"She looks lovely, doesn't she?" Lou murmurs next to him.

His son's eyes remain trained on the casket. "When didn't she?"

There's a few beats of silence. The two of them stand there, side-by-side, as father and son. Neither dare to look each other in the eye, so instead they gaze downward, at the woman they've both lost. It feels like an eternity before Lou finally clears his throat. "I just wanted to say...thank you for planning the brunt of this, son. I know this hasn't been easy on you."

"You should've been there."

The older man's expression falters. "Cole..."

"You should have," his son repeats, more forcefully this time. He stares at his father, his gaze cold and unflinching. "She was my mother as much as she was your wife. You should've been at home with me, helping me plan this funeral. Not palling around with your dance buddies."

Lou winces, eyes glimmering with the faintest hint of tears. "People grieve in different ways, son. Maybe you'll understand when you're older." A strangled sigh escapes him and he averts his gaze. "But, for what it's worth...I am sorry."

Cole scoffs. Maybe it's just him, but singing and dancing doesn't seem like a proper way to mourn a loved one. Some choice words for his father sit on the tip of his tongue, but he bites them back. Lilly probably wouldn't appreciate her son and husband cursing each other out at her funeral. Instead, he gives a stiff nod before staring at his feet.

"Well," Lou says quietly. "Are you ready to speak?"

Cole straightens up. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the small stack of note cards on which he'd written his speech. When his father asked him to give the eulogy all those weeks ago, he'd almost refused on the spot. After all, why do anything for the man who'd done nothing for him? It took some time, but the young Brookstone had ultimately agreed—not for his father's sake, but for his mother's. He chews his lip as he makes his way to the front of the room, moving to the podium and clearing his throat.

"Um, good evening."

The small crowd hushes at the sound of his voice. Cole's heart drops to his stomach, his chest constricting, as a dozen pairs of eyes focus on him. He's acutely aware of his father watching him from off to the side. The young man swallows, taking a deep breath, before continuing.

"My name is Cole. Cole Brookstone, but um, you probably knew that."

He coughs and grits his teeth. Keep going, Cole. Get it together.

"As you know, we're gathered here to celebrate the life of Lilly Brookstone. She went by a lot of titles...daughter, lover, wife...but I knew her as my mother. And she was the best mom in the world." He takes a scant breath before continuing. "She was sick almost my entire life. I never thought much of it when I was little...I thought it was something like the flu or a cold, something that would go away after a while. But as I grew up, I watched her get sicker and sicker, and there was nothing I could do about it."

His mind floods with childhood memories. Many of them are faint and fuzzy, sanded away over the years, but still very much there. Others have been lost to time, leaving nothing but bits and pieces in their place.

"I remember so much and so little about her at the same time," he says. "I remember how she and my Pop would dance in the moonlight in front of our old house, and how amazing it was to watch from my bedroom window as a kid. At the same time...I can't remember a time when her laugh wasn't tinged with pain, or when she didn't cough when she spoke to me. I can say, though...I do remember the promise I made her."

He pauses, his chest heaving as he takes a deep breath. Tears start to well along his lashes, burning like flames, but he pushes himself to keep going.

"I've never really believed in promises. After all, half the time they're not even kept." His mind wanders to the words his father used to tell him: "Don't worry, son. Your mother's going to be just fine, I promise." When that turned out to be a lie, he'd said, "We'll get through this together, I promise." So much for that.

Cole exhales. His mother's words come drifting back to him, whispering softly but clearly in his head. He swears he can still hear her voice, feel her strong yet gentle embrace. For a few moments, it fills him with fire, pulsing from his core through the rest of his body.

"But before my mother died, she asked me to promise that I would always stand up to those who are cruel and unjust. I told her I would." He swipes at his moistening eyes. "Sometimes, I wonder if I'm strong enough to keep that promise. But...well, for her, I have to try. So I'm gonna. And I ask all of you to do the same. Promise that, no matter what happens, you'll continue to do what's right. Always."

He sniffs as, just as quickly as it had been born, the fire within him dies. "Thank you."

Courteous applause fills the room as the speech draws to a close. Given the atmosphere, nobody cheers, but it's clear from everyone's expressions that they're impressed. Cole nods to his audience and makes his leave. Lou waits for him as he makes his way down from the podium. His eyes shine with pride through their sadness, a small smile on his face as he pats him on the back. "Well said, son.”

Cole can only nod with thanks. His gaze shifts back to his mother's casket, noticing how the glass shines in the dim light of the room.

He closes his eyes, hoping that even in the Departed Realm, she's proud of him.