#but i think allies need to hear her more now than ever...
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the full email is posted here but this paragraph from rachel corrie's last email to her mother in 2003 before she was killed by an israeli bulldozer is absolutely fucking harrowing over 20 years later.
I look forward to seeing more and more people willing to resist the direction the world is moving in: a direction where our personal experiences are irrelevant, that we are defective, that our communities are not important, that we are powerless, that the future is determined, and that the highest level of humanity is expressed through what we choose to buy at the mall.
#it's devastating#especially watching discourse around boycotts as the worst case scenario unfolds.#but i think allies need to hear her more now than ever...#i've seen discussion surrounding motaz calling us useless#and it's true.#not in a self-centered sense of personal guilt#but in that we have been made to believe that we are powerless to resist this#that eventually the embers of peoples' effort will die#that we have no say in our government#but we do#you do#i dont even live in the USA anymore but i can still buy e-sims and stand firm in my beliefs#even if it means constantly learning about more atrocities and constantly arguing and defending my stance#the work must be tireless when you rage against a machine#it might not feel like much... but it's honest work.
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alli there is this idea in my head and since I love how you write Nico I wish you could write this
there is a Gracie Abrams song called In Between and Iâve been thinking about a headcanon or something based on that song so itâs like gracie is describing yours and Nico relationship
itâs such a cute song describing two people falling in love and to me it screams falling in love with Nico
really hope you could do something with this request â¤ď¸
this is such a cute request and i hope this is at least semi close to what you were thinking of đŤśđź
(i kinda manipulated the lyrics and left some out of certain sections just so it would make more sense/flow better)
I just canât come between emâ, they got their own thing; I wish heâd stop pretendinâ, he wonât let his phone ring for more than a couple seconds oh I think maybe two
Nico drags behind his teammates as they come off of the ice, hearing the various grunts and complaints about needing an ice bath and a shower.
He smirks to himself as he makes his way to his locker, taking his time, watching the hoard of sweaty hockey players quickly trickle out of the room. Taking a peek behind his shoulder, making sure heâs mostly alone in the large room, he pulls his phone out of his bag, making sure he has no missed calls or messages.
âCap! Thought you said no phones in the locker room this season? Or does that only apply to us lowly alternates and unlettered players?â Jack pokes fun at his captain, slapping a hand on Nicoâs back, startling him.
Sliding his phone out of sight, he turns to greet Jack. âJust checking to make sure I didnât miss anything important,â Nico gives a nervous smile.
Jack eyes Nico skeptically. âCâmon, Neeks. Youâre acting like a lovesick fool. Just ask her out already.â
âJack, I told you itâs not like that. Sheâs justâŚnice to talk to,â Nico wonât meet Jackâs expectant eyes, focusing his attention on the wooden cubby for any vibration or buzz of his phone against the hardwood.
Ever since the night he met you at one of the post-game trips to the bar, Jack knew Nico was smitten, encouraging him to do something before someone else came along and whisked you away under his nose.
âBullshit. Youâve been glued to your phone for weeks now. Every time you hear even the slightest indication your phone is ringing, youâre jumping at the chance to answer it,â Jack calls him out on his eagerness.
âI have not been! Iâm just-â Nicoâs defensive tone is cut short by the quiet ring of his phone, head snapping over to where it rests next to his helmet. His hand immediately shoots out to grab it, smiling when he sees your name on the screen.
âHey! I was just thinking about giving you a call. Just got done with practice and was wondering if you wanted to-â Nico stops mid-sentence after hearing Jack clear his throat, already having forgotten where he was and that Jack was standing right behind him.
Jack raises his eyebrows at his friend, giving him a much deserved âI told you so,â look.
âHang on a second, okay?â Nico puts his hand over the speaker of his phone, addressing Jack. âCan you just go shower already? This proves absolutely nothing. Itâs an isolated incident,â he whispers, not wanting you to be hinted to the previous conversation.
Jack shakes his head, laughing. âWhatever you say, Cap. Hi, y/n!!â Jack shouts out as he walks towards the showers, hearing you return his greeting with a small giggle through Nicoâs phone, wondering when the two of you are finally going to admit your feelings for each other.
I wish that you could see âem, their faces lighten up; Their past is cold and empty, they know itâs been enough; Of waitinâ on somebody, someone who doesnât care; But he knows her name, she knows heâll always be there
âY/n, when are you finally going to lock that man down? You know heâs absolutely obsessed with you, right?â your best friend asks you, watching Nico glide across the ice.
Your cheeks involuntarily turn red, not knowing how to respond to her. You know how you feel about Nico, but you canât just assume that he feels the same way. âYou donât know that. Heâs just a nice guy. He could act like this towards all of his friends.â
No sooner than the words leave your mouth, Nico makes eye contact with you from across the ice. His face breaks out into the widest grin you think youâve ever seen, your own matching his. You give him a small wave, his gloved hand returning the gesture as you watch Jack skate up to his side. The disappointment settles in your stomach the second his bright eyes are no longer focused on yours, trying really hard not to be mad at Jack, considering they are working right now.
Your best friend, witnessing the entire interaction, has her own smile on her face, knowing that you deserve someone like Nico in your life after your previous relationship endeavors. Youâve been hurt time and time again due to how quickly you become attached, always seeing the best in the worst people. Nico is different, though. She can see how much he wants to make you happy, how kind he is. If any manâs face lights up like that when looking at you, thereâs a 100% chance heâs already in love with you.
Which is why, when her and Jack catch each otherâs eye, a silent understanding is passed between the two, a small nod of confirmation shared.
Jack feels the same way about Nico as your best friend does about you. Nico deserves someone like you after all of his past failed relationships. All of the girls taking advantage of his loving nature and kindness because they want the status that comes with dating a professional athlete, moving on to the next sport when they get bored with Nico. Jack having been there to pick up the pieces, Nico getting far too attached far too quickly with all the wrong people. But watching the way you always look at Nico, like heâs the only person in every room youâre in, he knows youâre someone Nico needs to keep around.
So, Jack starts putting his part of the unspoken plan into motion.
âGo, do it now,â Jack encourages Nico.
âDo what? What are you talking about?â Nico turns to face Jack, trying to not be annoyed heâs stealing his attention away from you.
âAsk her out, duh? Nowâs the time. She canât say no in front of all these people, right?â Jack gives him a slight push, skating him right over to the glass.
âI donât want her to say yes because sheâs been put on the spot, Jack. I want her to say yes because she genuinely has feelings for me,â Nico protests, trying to stop himself from being pushed towards you.
His efforts are pointless, hearing Jack yell out âY/n!!â loud enough that youâre able to hear him through the glass.
âHi!!â you giggle out, laughing at the pout on Nicoâs face.
Nico looks up at you, pout immediately dissolving. âSo, can I expect a win tonight or am I going to end up being some kind of bad luck charm, since itâs my first game?â you shout at Nico, being brave and taking your friendâs encouragement to heart, attempting to be a little flirtatious.
âAre you kidding me? You could never be bad luck. If anything, I think this will be our best game this season,â Nico perks up a bit, skating a little closer to the glass, wishing the barricade wasnât there, wanting to hear your voice and see your blushing cheeks without the slight blur from the scratched surface.
âI donât know if I can handle that kind of pressure,â you laugh out, unconsciously leaning forward, focused on how much you love the way Nicoâs hair flares out in little tufts on either side of his helmet.
âNo pressure, just the truth,â Nico shrugs. He catches Jack out of the corner of his eye, remembering the younger forwardâs words as he was pushed over here against his will. The small look of expectancy on Jackâs face pushes Nico to take the risk, deciding heâs done tiptoeing around his feelings for you.
âIn fact, after we win this game due to the luck you have running through your veins, why donât I take you out for a celebratory dinner? Or drinks? Or ice cream? Or whatever you want?â Nico starts rambling, his nerves sky rocketing once he sees the soft surprise take over your features.
Youâre beginning to think the blush on your face is permanent at this point, feeling it grow deeper at his question. Youâre trying to think of a clever response, not wanting to seem too eager, but you blurt out âIce cream!â before your brain can stop your mouth.
Nico chuckles in both relief and amusement.
âUhm, I mean, that sounds fun,â you try to recover. âAs long Iâm not blamed when this supposed âgood luckâ backfires on everyone.â
Nico shakes his head, assuring you thatâs not possible. The sound of the buzzer signaling warm ups are over startles you, feeling embarrassed at how much you jumped.
âMeet me after the game, okay? Iâll be in the tunnels, waiting,â Nico shouts before he skates off, giving a small wave.
Watching him glide away, something tugs at your stomach, telling you heâll always be there waiting for you. Not just after games. Not just tonight.
Jack and your best friend look at each other through the glass, having witnessed the whole conversation. Youâre so focused on Nicoâs retreating figure that you donât notice the air high five they give each other.
She toes the line between emâ, he says heâs new at this; Thereâs holy ground beneath them, and sparks fly when they kiss; He hates it when sheâs crying, he hates when sheâs away; Even at their worst, they know theyâll still be okay
Itâs your first time dealing with Nico being on the road for this long (over a week) since your impromptu ice cream date months ago. They ended up winning the game, so Nico kept his promise. By the time the game ended, however, every ice cream parlor he drove you to was closed.
He ended up taking you to the grocery store, telling you to pick out any flavor you wanted, and heâd take you back to his apartment for an ice cream party. He casually bought 10 half gallons of ice cream, because he claimed he couldnât decide on a flavor. He set up an extravagant topping bar, too, and did a whole bit as if he worked in an ice cream shop.
Ever since that night, your ice cream dates became a routine, meeting him at his apartment after home games, bad days, and just nights you wanted to see him. The two of you were determined to eat through all of the ice cream he bought, Nico complaining that all the extra sugar was slowing him down on the ice.
Tonight, however, you were sitting in your apartment with your best friend, upset because you havenât heard from Nico in three days.
âIâm sure theyâre just busy, Y/n. I have a hard time believing Nico would just ghost you,â she tries to reason with you, not liking how down you seem.
âI thought that on day one, then again on day two. But then you came over and Jack has been messaging you for the past hour, so theyâre obviously not busy right now,â you huff out, staring at your cold, black screen.
Despite how much time the two of you have been spending together, nothing has really changed between the two of you. Thereâs never been a conversation about what the cuddles on his couch mean, or the fact that youâve been coming to all of his games that are in Jersey. You never discussed what it meant when he gave you one of his jerseys to wear, and you still havenât given it back. Not a word about it was shared the night you tagged along to the bar with him and the rest of the team and he drove you home, walking you to your door because you were a little too tipsy, only a small goodbye shared after you stood in your doorway, staring back at him for an eternity.
âWell, Nico is the captain. Maybe heâs got other stuff going on that Jack doesnât. Do you want me to ask Jack why-â
âNo!â youâre quick to interrupt. âI donât want him thinking Iâm some level 3 clinger when weâre not even dating.â
She just rolls her eyes, everyone but the two of you aware that youâre basically dating without the label.
âAlright, I wonât. It was just a suggestion,â she puts her hands in the air, surrendering.
Looking at your phone again, you sigh at the lack of activity.
âTheyâre coming back tonight anyways, right? Maybe heâll call when he gets back in. He might be asleep on the bus or something. Yeah, Iâm sure thatâs what it is,â you reassure yourself.
You best friend texts Jack anyways, tired of seeing you freak out over this, wanting to know why Nico just suddenly went radio silent on you the last three days of their roadie.
~~
âNeeks,â Jack nudged Nico, knowing he was awake.
âWhat? I told you I just wanted to be left alone to sleep. Iâm tired,â Nico snapped, his mood matching yours, even from miles away.
âOkay, mr pouty butt, no need to take my head off,â Jack responded, earning an eye roll from Nico. âJust wanna know why youâre in such a bad mood when you know you can call Y/n at anytime.â
Nico hadnât talked to you in three days and it was killing him. Luke had made a comment about how often he called you, sometimes two to three times a day, and it made him worried he was being annoying, considering the two of you werenât even officially together. But, he hadnât heard from you, either, so he didnât want to be the one to break the silence incase you really did think he was being clingy.
âIâm justâŚgiving her space,â Nico shrugged, not wanting to get into the details with Jack on the slightly smelly bus.
âWhatever you want, man, but maybe you should call her when we get back. Just so she knows youâre not ghosting her,â he advises, not wanting to tell him that youâre sitting at home pouting just like he is. He didnât want you to find out your best friend had betrayed your trust, either.
Itâs like an alarm went off in Nicoâs head. He never once thought that youâd think he just up and quit talking to you for no reason. Or because he didnât want to. Because god, did he want to. All he ever wanted to do was talk to you. First thing in the morning, before he goes to bed at night, when heâs bored, when he sees a stray cat, when he passes by your favorite bakery, when he sees someone with a cup from your favorite coffee shop, always. He always wants to talk to you.
âShit, youâre right,â Nico sits up, grabbing his phone and opening your contact.
~~
âUhhâŚheâs calling me,â you blurt out, finally seeing the Nicoâs contact picture pop up on your phone screen, watching his smiling face with whipped cream everywhere stare back at you. âWhat do I do?â
âAnswer it, dummy!â your best friend rolls her eyes at you.
âI donât know if I want to,â you tell her, still just watching it ring. âHe did just ghost me for three days, what if it makes me look pathetic?â
âOh my god youâre not going to look pathetic, just answer the damn phone!â
You watch the phone screen go black, the decision being made for you.
âWell, I guess that answers that one. OrâŚdoesnât answer it,â you look up at her.
âI swear, youâre both so helpless,â she groans out, raking her hands down her face in frustration.
âMaybe heâll get a taste of his own medicine,â you say, the taste of the words on your tongue bitter, knowing you should have just answered the phone.
âWhatever, Iâm going to pick up Jack. He said they just got in, incase you were wondering,â she tells you before leaving your apartment, leaving you to sulk alone, again.
~~
Nico rushes over to your apartment, praying that youâre still awake so he can fix this. After you didnât answer his call, he freaked out, thinking heâs fucked this whole thing up before it even started.
Jack told him to just wait until tomorrow and try to call you again, but Nico needed to fix this now.
Nico barely puts his car in park before heâs running into your building, pressing the elevator button over and over again in hopes itâll make the door open faster. Once he finally reaches your floor, heâs speed walking straight to your door, knocking on it like his life depends on seeing your face.
âY/n! Itâs me!â he tries not to shout, but he makes sure he speaks loud enough for you to hear him through the door. âPlease open up. I wanna see you. Wanna talk to you,â he pleads.
Heâs about to start the harsh assault on your door again, at this point trying to wake you up in case you had gone to sleep, just needing to see you and fix all of this.
He hears the lock click, his breath catching in his throat.
When you open the door, heâs met with you clad in your pajamas and hair haphazardly thrown on the top of your head in a knot. You look confused, not expecting to see him outside of your door this late at night.
âNico?â is all you say, not knowing how else to react.
âHey,â he breathes out, thinking about how cute you look right now, even if there is a frown on your face.
âItâs one oâclock in the morning, is something wrong? Didnât you just get back? Why arenât you home right now?â he sees you staring at his tired eyes with sympathy.
âI had to see you,â is all he can manage to say, not exactly having a plan.
He hears the small giggle come out of your mouth, loving the sound.
âOkay, well here I am,â you respond to him, switching your weight from one foot to the other.
Nico shakes his head, like heâs clearing his thoughts. âI had to see you, and fix this.â
He watches your face morph into confusion. âWhat do you mean?â
Maybe he was just being paranoid? And dramatic?
âThis. Us. The fact that we havenât spoken in three days,â he starts, knowing he was right when you stand a little taller, like you were bracing yourself. âI swear, I didnât mean to just go silent on you. Luke got in my head, made me think I was being annoying. I got a little crazy thinking about how âweâre not even dating, why am I being so clingy right now?â, but then I realized, I want to be clingy. I want to talk to you every hour of every day. I want to be dating you.â
He hears your gasp. âYouâŚwhat?â
âI want to be your boyfriend,â he speaks softer and slower this time. âHell, according to Jack I basically already am. But I want it to be real. I want us to be real.â
He watches the tears fill your eyes.
âHey, hey, hey. No, I didnât mean to make you cry, Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry,â he reaches forward, pulling you into a hug.
âNo, itâs fine, Iâm not-â you canât finish your sentence, Nico squishing your face into his chest.
âIâm new to all this, okay? I donât know what Iâm doing half the time, I donât have much experience actually dating people. I didnât want to scare you away by moving too fast, but then I kinda did the opposite, huh?â he keeps talking, his nerves getting the best of him once again.
âNico, listen to me,â you pull back, looking up to meet his brown eyes. âI want this too.â
Nico breaks into a smile so wide you think his skin is going to split.
âI donât know how to do this either,â you confess. âI donât know how to get used to you being gone all the time, I donât know how to have these conversations, I donât know how to keep myself from falling so fast, but I want to figure out how to do it with you.â
He wipes at the tears under your eyes. âEven if theyâre happy tears, I donât like seeing them in your eyes.â
Once again, that blush that seems to be a permanent fixture on your face makes an appearance.
âIâm sorry I didnât answer your call earlier. I was being a brat and trying to give you a taste of your own medicine,â you confess, embarrassed.
âIâm sorry, too. For letting Luke get in my head and then pouting because you never called me,â he responds, sounding just as guilty as you feel.
âPromise me we wonât be bratty with each other again? I donât like it, it seems very out of character for us?â you ask, looking up and resting your chin on his chest.
âPromise,â he tells you, staring down at you.
You move your head back, feeling the moment intensify.
âIâm going to kiss you now, okay?â he whispers.
âOkay.â
His lips feel exactly as you imagined, soft and plush, slotting against your bottom lip perfectly.
As you walk backwards, leading him into your apartment, you can feel the sureness of this. How right it feels. How, no matter what comes at the two of you, no matter if itâs something big or a silly little misunderstanding like tonight, youâll always come out okay on the other end.
He laughs at her eyes, at her smile, at the glasses on her face; She loves how he talks late at night, when thereâs no one else to say; How sheâs beautiful and funny and smart like nothinâ heâs ever seen; Heâs good to her, and she wants it more than everything in-between
âI canât believe they made us sit through that god-awful play,â you say as Nico unlocks his door. âI mean, the entire thing was in French. I donât speak French! And neither does Jack! I swear, I love my best friend, I do, but just because she was a French double major in college doesnât mean everything we do has to be in French.â
Nico chuckles at you, having understood the play quite well. âI told you I could play translator if you wanted me to, but you said no,â he takes off your coat, hanging it on the small set of hooks in his entry way.
âIt was more fun to make up my own plot,â you shrug, taking off your shoes and making your way to his couch.
Laughing at you again, Nico makes a pit stop in his kitchen to make both of you a small bowl of ice cream before joining you on the couch.
âYou know, I really like it when you wear your glasses, you should wear them more often,â he blurts out, handing you your bowl.
âThese bug-eyed things?â you pull a face, earning a real, belly laugh from him. âIâm sorry? Does my face look funny or something?â
He waits until he catches his breath to reply. âNot at all. My beautiful, bug-eyed girlfriend.â
You donât know why you even buy blush anymore, not ever having to wear any around Nico. âI love that you always say things to give me an ego boost,â you joke.
âIâm being serious,â he responds, the change in his tone confusing you. âYouâre the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen. Youâre the smartest woman Iâve ever met, and the funniest jokester Iâve ever interacted with.â
âYou did not just seriously call me a âjokesterââ you deadpan, ruining the moment.
âHush, woman, Iâm trying to compliment you here,â he lightly scolds, earning a laugh from you. âIâm trying to tell you how much I love you, and youâre caught up on my choice of words.â
Youâre stunned to silence. âYouâŚlove me?â
âOf course I love you? Iâd be crazy not to,â he takes the bowl of half-melted ice cream from your hands and places it on the small table in front of you.
âIâd be crazy not to love you back,â you tell him, sliding your arms around his torso as he crawls over to hover over you.
âGlad neither of us are crazy then,â he whispers onto your lips as he meets them in a kiss.
The kiss is slow and sweet, both of you taking your time savoring one another. You can taste the caramel ice cream on his lips, enhancing his already intoxicating taste.
You think about how hard youâve fallen for this man. You think you fell for him on your first âdateâ, really, just too scared to say anything until now.
Unknown to you, Nico is thinking the same thing, kicking himself for not telling you sooner.
You also think about how much you love living life with Nico. How he always seems to know how to cheer you up when youâre upset. How he brings you coffee and bagels every morning on his way home from workouts. How he plans double date nights with Jack and your best friend, knowing that you feel like you neglect her sometimes, being too caught up in your life with him.
He treats you better than youâve ever been treated, not being used to having someone be so attentive and all in as he is.
Nico was the surprise you didnât know you needed. And while you canât wait to see where the two of you end up in the future, you love the moments like this, and everything in-between.
#i hope this is good#and what anon wanted#nico hischier#nico hischier fluff#nico fic recs#nico hischier x you#nico hischier x reader#nico hischier blurb#nico hischier fanfic#nico hischier imagine#nico hischier one shot#nico hischier x y/n#hockey#new jersey devils#nhl#nj devils#nh13#nhl blurb#nhl oneshot#nhl fanfic#nhl imagine#nhl fic#nhl fanfiction#nhl hockey#hockey fic#hockey imagine
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Vaggie: "I can't believe I'm saying this... No. We can't kill him."
Alastor: "Oh I DO believe we can! Between my own illustrious career and your more effective if far less stylish hackjob with those inelegant, messy, uncultured Exorcists, our combined body count at the very LEAST proves that we-"
Vaggie: "Fine. We could, but we won't kill him."
Alastor: "Why EVER not? I brought him all this way, to this dingy back alley, so that we would not sully those TACKY hotel carpets-"
Vaggie: "So Charlie wouldn't see this, you mean."
Alastor: "She cannot POSSIBLY object to what she's not aware of!"
Vaggie: "She'll still be fucking upset when she hears about it afterwards."
Alastor: "Then don't tell her."
Vaggie: "I-"
Alastor: "You are QUITE skilled at that little trick aren't you?"
Vaggie: "Wow yeah, and it worked out SO great for her last time!"
Alastor: "Didn't it? For you certainly it did. She barely takes her hands off you theses days doesn't she. Truely I shudder to imagine what the nights might bring-"
Vaggie: "I brought my spear here because you said you were in danger. I'll make getting a spear in the eye the danger if you say one more word."
Alastor: "Correction! I said I needed help. There is nothing in hell that could leave ME in ANY danger."
Vaggie: "I'm not from hell. Neither was the dick that almost killed you last time."
Alastor: "My point, oh terrifying hotel manager, is that this thing-"
Vaggie: "Don't jab at her ex like that! What the fuck Alastor? You'll leave a hole!"
Alastor: "-he is a loose thread in her life, my dear, and one that might seek to re-entangle himself with her, now the hotel has proven itself not entirely a joke and there is power and influence in Hell on the table, ready for the taking."
Vaggie: "He could also be a fucking ally. Or just a guy minding his own business in Hell-"
Alastor: "Or he could make the hotel HIS business and put YOU out of a job. Yes~?"
Vaggie: "..."
Alastor: "He DID mange that well enough in the past now didn't he?"
Vaggie "... if he can do it better than me, then, fine."
Alastor: "You are gripping your spear rather tightly as you say that."
Vaggie: "I'm trying not to shove it down your throat."
Alastor: "Touching! Oh I DO find you rather amusing my dear, ever SUCH a font of self-inflicted misery and abject, whole-hearted suffering!"
Vaggie: "You bring it out in people."
Alastor: "Don't I? And how I would hate to lose you as a source of daily entertainment!"
Vaggie: "I thought you wanted to kill him to keep him away from Charlie."
Alastor: "Him? Hmmm, no, I doubt he would be an issue. For me."
Vaggie: "Great. So why bother."
Alastor: "To keep YOU around, of course~!"
Vaggie: "You mean, to have something you can tell Charlie I did next time you want her upset and alone and desperate enough to make another fucking deal with you!"
Alastor: "You wound me! Why I would never manufacture such a thing! I didn't need to the first time, did I?"
Vaggie: "... You try killing him, and I WILL stab you."
Alastor: "If you're so worried of entrapment why not head me off and call her right now? Let her bear witness! Or send a, ugh, recording of it directly to her afterwards!"
Vaggie: "How the fuck would that help!?"
Alastor: "Why shouldn't it? Better to ask forgiveness than permission, yes?"
Vaggie: "Oh yeah wonderful idea Alastor, I'll just call her up like- Hey Charlie, guess what sweetie- I did a murder! But you still love me, right???"
Alastor: "She did after the first several THOUSAND."
Vaggie: "That was before I knew her!"
Alastor: "A death is a death. In your case they were all the total destruction of otherwise immortal souls, but in any case,I fail to see how one killing more should make any difference."
Vaggie: "Then you really don't get Charlie at all."
Alastor: "Oho? I 'get' her rather well I think. I got her into Cannibal Town, my dear. I got her to PRECISELY where she is now."
Vaggie: (snorts) "Sure you did."
Alastor: "She would not have the hotel without me."
Vaggie: "Fuck the hotel. If you think our dream is some walls and shitty furniture then you don't get why we're doing this either."
Alastor: "Hmm."
Alastor: "... regardless! Shall we?"
Vaggie: "NO."
Alastor: (sighs) "You are being rather tiresome about this."
Vaggie: "Then you shouldn't have invited me to this creepy wannabe bonding moment thing."
Alastor: "I am TRYING to help you! It feels rather like attempting to prize a poisoned rat carcass from the mouth of that absurd little hotel manifestation you call a CAT."
Vaggie: "Always a compliment to be compared to KeeKee's perfection."
Alastor: "I beg to differ."
Vaggie: "You'll let him go. Now."
Alastor: "Really after I brought the man all the way here, dragging him kicking and screaming through shadows the entire way-"
Vaggie: "Alastor."
Alastor: "-he'll never be the same again anyway at this point. Wouldn't it be so much more KINDER to EnD HIs MISERY~"
Vaggie: "Drop him."
Alastor: "If you insist." (splat)
Vaggie: (groan) "Not drop him LITERALLY into the trash bin-"
Alastor: "Exact words my dear, we are in hell after all. Oh and please DO come crying to me, won't you? When he renews his advances to Charlie, rekindles that old flame, and sweeps her off her cloven hooves with his... well...."
Alastor & Vaggie: (stares at the him)
Alastor: "...I assume he must have SOME merits, somewhere. His well fitted suits, perhaps."
Vaggie: "Charlie... Charlie has standards."
Alastor: "Are we sure?"
Vaggie: "Hey."
Alastor: "Present current standard excluded, of course."
Vaggie: "No, I..." (sigh) "...maybe I'm proof she needs higher standards for dating people, honestly."
Alastor: "Ahhhh. When she dumps you, I hope you will keep in touch. You are so inconsolably self-loathing WHILE in a loving relationship I can only dream of the succulent agonies you will extrude while heartbroken..."
Vaggie: "Who says you can't be a little heartbroken while loving someone." (walking away) "Also, 'succulent'? 'Extrude'?? What the fuck am I Alastor, a fruit gusher candy?"
Alastor: (bangs trash lid down) (following) "Actually I'm afraid I am a bit peckish and was envisioning a delightfully well aged side of venison-"
Vaggie: "Gross."
-night at the hotel-
Charlie: "He WHAT!? Noooo... he didn't..."
Vaggie: "Cross my heart, sweetie. Maybe the fight with Adam knocked something loose in his head."
Charlie: "He hadn't even done any maiming before you got there? He WAITED???"
Vaggie: "I mean emotionally speaking your ex might a kinda scarred from the trip there, but physically? Barely a bump or scratch on him."
Charlie: "That's, that's amazing!"
Vaggie: "Suit was a loss though. Not that that's much of a loss."
Charlie: "Alastor called you AND he waited! AND listened to you! It's like he was outsourcing having a conscious, oh Vaggie that's HUGE! That's- Wait."
Vaggie: "It's a brand new way for him to be a pain in the ass but whatever. Yay."
Charlie: "Wait, Vaggie- What's wrong with Sev's suit? You like MY suits!"
Vaggie: "Your suits look good on you, babe. And best of all they have you in them."
Charlie: "Oh. Heh."
Vaggie: "And I am NOT taking on the job of being that other asshole's conscious. I'm already employed. Plus it's hard enough not to stab him anyway."
Charlie: "What about helping him as his friend?"
Vaggie: "What about him holding out on us until he could get you into making a deal with him sweetie?"
Charlie: "Well. Okay. Yes. He's not... he's still got a ways to go..."
Vaggie: "No shit."
Charlie: "But he COULD have just done the murder and THEN tried getting you involved! And he didn't. He listened when you said no. That's something, right?"
Vaggie: "It's, something alright."
Charlie: "It's improvement!"
Vaggie: "To his morals or his manipulation games?"
Charlie: "We'll find out! But for now..."
Charlie: (scoots closer)
Vaggie: "?"
Charlie: "Maybe, um. Tell me again how you stood between my ex and certain death...?"
Vaggie: "....really? Really."
Charlie: "It sounds like it was VERY cool~"
Vaggie: "It was the lowest effort rescue ever, hun. I think I might have stepped on him a few times. Uh. On accident."
Charlie: "Mm. Still kinda hate him?"
Vaggie: "I'm still open to stabbing him for you if that's what you mean."
Charlie: (giggles) "Only for me though, huh?"
Vaggie: "Sure I, I'll- I'll go do it right now, if you want?"
Charlie: "I've got a better idea of what we could be doing."
Vaggie: "Y-yeah?"
Charlie: "I might have to take my suit off for it, if that's okay~"
Vaggie: "Uhhhh-"
Charlie: "But first!" (hugs gf)
Charlie: "Thanks, Vaggie... For not ignoring Alastor's call, or turning right around and letting him kill someone when he didn't have to. Even when it was my ex."
Vaggie: (melting) "That's just, part of being hotel manager right?"
Charlie: "It's amazing." (squeezes) "I'm so proud of you."
Vaggie: "I just did a normal thing, Charlie."
Charlie: "Not so normal down here."
Vaggie: "Or for an Exorcist."
Charlie: "You're more of a guardian angel these days. Especially days like this."
Vaggie: "...."
Charlie: "Was it hard?"
Vaggie: "...yeah. Sorry."
Charlie: "Then THAT makes me even prouder."
Vaggie: "....thanks, sweetie..."
Charlie: "Vaggie? What's wrong?"
Vaggie: "Nothing. All good."
Charlie: "....."
Vaggie: "I'm good, okay?"
Charlie: "Okay. And I can stay in hug mode alllll night."
Vaggie: "...."
Vaggie: "Look, not to question your taste in ex boyfriends, but-"
Charlie: "Wha- that's what-?"(laughs) "Vaggie, as a lesbian, I really don't think you get to have much of an opinion here!"
Vaggie: "-there has to be SOMETHING attractive about him, right? Something you liked? Or, still like? I mean, we've both got grey-ish skin I guess, and there's the hat thing he wears- you always liked Pentious's hat too- or is the suit thing? I could, they're not that hard to move in guess, I could probably wear-"
Charlie: (kiss) "You look great in anything, Vaggie. And happiest in skirts, which makes them prettiest on you."
Vaggie: "But-"
Charlie: "And I like you BEST in nothing~"
Vaggie: "...."
Vaggie: "That's a lot easier."
Charlie: "Heheheh."
#hazbin hotel#vaggie#alastor the radio demon#charlie morningstar#chaggie#incorrect quotes#alastor (maybe) wanting to be murder buddies with vaggie (possibly with or without ulterior motives)#charlie will cling to any speck of improvement until it's compressed into actual character development#vaggie not wanting to ruin things with her gf#again#even if the temptation of this one murder is Very Tempting
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Look, This is gonna be one of those things that sounds bad until you read the whole story. Please don't read the title and go to 'yta' without reading.
AITA for yelling at our friend that my brother isn't trans?
Look, My brother ISNT trans. He likes to wear kilts and sew, Which is what kind of started all of this. My brother is NOT trans, He loves being a boy (trust me, I can hear him enjoying being a boy in his room all the time. Theres no way he'd wanna chop it off(I mean this as a joke I don't actually know how the surgery works), He's told me multiple times that being told by others what he likes is 'feminine' and 'girly' upsets him because he's proud of being a boy and doesn't like being called a girl. Its not because he hates girls or thinks less of them, He just does not like being called the wrong gender which I'm sure you want to be called the correct gender too.)
Anyways lets begin. I (16F) am my little brothers (15M) best friend, Basically. We grew up together and do everything together, Including sewing. I liked it when I was younger, And eventually convinced him to try it as well. He loved it, And we love just sitting together and making random crap we usually end up selling at our yearly garage sale. (Our mom makes us sell all our unneeded crap every year, But we aren't complaining when we make like $100 for it, Mom and dad even help us figure out what we actually wanna keep (we sometimes see old things and go 'Oh I could never get rid of this' and then throw it away))
Sorry for the rambling, But you'll see why some of this is important to know.
Basically, We were getting our shit together for the garage sale, And invited over a mutual friend of ours, Who I'll call uhhh Ley (16F). Shes kind of obsessed with the LGBTQ and loves to help people 'realize' they're gay or trans or non-binary. By this I mean she'll literally bully people she 'knows' is gay or trans by always telling them they are and spreading rumors about them saying they are. The way she 'knows' these things are from gut feelings. I thought maybe she needed friends who would be honest with her and tell her gently that it needed to stop. She stopped being so bad with it and we even convinced her to admit to the rumors she started being fake. We've known her for around 3 years now, And she's stopped doing it as aggressively for 2 of those years. She still makes jabs and 'jokes' saying things like "Oh thats so girly, Are you sure you're not trans?" and "Oh thats such a boy thing to do, Are you a lesbian?", Both quotes she's said to me and my brother less than a week ago. I am straight and cis, So is my brother. We have nothing against the lgbt, We just aren't apart of it. We support the lgbtq as much as possible (with my part time job I like to donate some of my paycheck towards point of pride so people who need the surgeries or binders can get them), And are very open about supporting them.
While we were cleaning out my brothers room and finding stuff to throw into the 'sell' box (we like to do precleaning before our parents help us, It makes everything faster and less work on the people trying to help), And Ley found my brothers kilt. She did a long exaggerated gasp, Looking at my brother.
"So, How long have you been trans? Why didn't you tell me?? I knew it the whole time!"
My brother tried to explain that it was a kilt for men, And he wasn't trans, But she kept interrupting him saying crap like 'you don't have to lie I know now' and 'Its nothing to be embarrassed about, I knew ever since you started to sew'. The last straw for me was when she continued not listening to him and started to ask about how he was gonna come out as school. I yelled at her to get out, That neither of us were gay, Neither of us are trans, And neither of us are apart of any of the lgbtq. We are allies and nothing more. She tried to argue that he had a 'skirt' which OBVIOUSLY meant he was trans, I basically screamed at her that she was a stupid know it all who made everyone who wasn't apart of the lgbtq's life hell because she made sure everyone knew them as someone they arent (I know, I shouldn't of brought up 2 years in the past) and that I was tired of her trying to force everyone to be in the LGBTQ when its just not realistic. Not everyone is gay or trans, Some people are cis and straight. She started crying and left, We haven't spoken in a few days but I think I'm justified. I'm tired of living my life being told I'm something I'm not, I'm tired of seeing it happen to my brother too.
My brother later thanked me for standing up for him, Telling me it made him really upset when she said those things. To cheer him up we watched his favorite movies and I made him his favorite dinner (mom and dad both work day jobs so we both make lunch and dinner)
And for those who are gonna say that allies are apart of the LGBTQ I strongly believe the A is for aro/ace. Being an ally isn't a gender or sexuality
(unless people identify using ally/allyself of course or whatever it is, I'm not quite sure how neos work or whatever but I love to see how creative people get with it and am happy it gives people who don't identify with any of the normalized(? Idk the correct term but yknow the man woman and nb) genders a chance to be who they actually are)
Extra info on why I think I could be the asshole: I feel like we might've been able to explain it if we got her to shut up for a minute, But she kept talking over us. I feel like I went too far by insulting her, And I feel like I might be TA because she's also autistic (so is my brother though, And I have ADHD).
Why I think I'm NTA: My brother is really quiet and doesn't really defend himself often. He doesn't really know how to stand up for himself and is 'easy' to talk over (soft spoken, Quiet talking voice and nonconfrontational) which is why I believe I had to step in in his place, And I don't believe I did anything wrong defending my brother and making her stop calling him what hes not.
Anyways. AITA for yelling at our friend that my brother isn't trans?
To see later: PINK PANTHER
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The Realms Enchantress
Chapter 1
nsfw: minors do not engage!
Pairing: Daemon x Fem!Targaryen Reader, Daemon x Niece!OFC
Summary: For years Daemon never had a care in the world just, sex, wine and a good battle. With the exception of his favorite niece. His little dragon he called her. He swore to be there for her and he got himself exiled when she needed him the most. Now, he returns from war at the step stones and is determined to get her back. No matter the cost.
Warnings: the usual, Targaryen incest
Authors note: I hope you all love chapter one of this fanfic idea I had in my head. I was having a hard time getting started but I hope you all enjoy it. Other than the characters being Targaryen and having Targaryen features Iâm gonna try as hard as I can to get descriptive of her features.
Word count: 1,545
Tag List: open đ¤
Y/n Targaryen, on her second name day was declared the realms enchantress. To see her was to love her. Her gorgeous purple eyes could put you in a trance of awe at her beauty. She was the most treasured girl to her family, her mother and father loved her so deeply. Nobody would ever fathom Daemon capable of such affection but he loved his niece deeply. Then 3 years later came the birth of her sister Rhaenyra the realms delight. The realm had two Targaryen princess to marvel over. The king and queen had two princess to cherish. For Daemon, he was wrapped around their fingers. He greatly enjoyed teaching y/n valerian and taking her for rides on Caraxes. He would brush and braid her hair when he would walk past her chambers hear her cries and catch her fighting the handmaidens upon entering her room. âĂuhon byka zaldrÄŤzes, what seems to be the problem.â He says entering the door to your chambers from hearing your screams with the handmaidens. âKepus.â You ran to your uncle tears streamed down your face and weld in your eyes as you leaped into his arms, he crouched down to catch you and held on to you tight. âI- donât - want- my - hair- in - braids - in - the -tight - ball - on top- my head.â You choked out in between sobs that have now turned into hiccups in your uncles shoulder. That was all it took and you were sat between his legs as he brushed your hair back and he loosely braided it. Nobody had ever thought Daemon would be braiding hair, but yet here he was, braiding yours. He loved to give his two nieces gifts when he returned from his travels. Often times presenting both you and Rhaenyra necklaces made by the locals or rings and earrings. Fruit from where he had been, or clothing made from the locals. As you got older it was always Jewelry.
After riding your dragon Dirrax, you retreated to your chambers for a bath. In preparation for your 16th name day feast that would begin tonight. It was to be a 5 day celebration for the kings first born turning 16 years of age. When entering your chambers ready to instruct your maids to prepare the bath your met with a man laid in your bed. Not any man, your uncle who has been away for 2 years.
âNykeâve missed ao Ăąuhon byka zaldrÄŤzes, Emagon ao missed aĹha kepus?â (Iâve missed you my little dragon, have you missed your uncle?)
âHen rhinka nyke emagon. Ao geptot syt 2 jÄdriâ (Of course I have, you left for 2 years)
âNyke geptot naejot ensure allies hen aĹha kepa.â (I left to ensure allies of your fathers remain allies)
âSyt skoro syt?â (For why?)
âNaejot ensure pĹnta donât forget skoriot pĹja loyalties pirtir.â (To ensure they donât forget where their loyalties lie.)
âI hear father has named you commander of the city watch.â
âHe has.â Daemon answered with that smug smirk on his face.
âI give it a year till you are exiled once more.â
âWhy must you lack faith in me, dĹnus bykus talus.â (sweet little niece)
âItâs what happens is it not?â
âI brought you gift from my travels but I donât think youâre deserving of it now. I think I shall gift it to Rhaenyra.â
âKepus! It was only a jest. Donât tell me youâve lost your humor.â
âYouâre lucky I havenât, now turn around before your luck runs out.â With that you turn around and you feel him begin to lift your hair you take over and hold your hair up for him it is then that you feel the cold metal lay on your skin. His finger tips on your skin as he closes the clasp of the necklace send shivers through your body. You look down at the necklace, Valyrian steel with purple gems. âA lady in pentos was selling the stones, purple garnet I believe she called them. All I remember is that they reminded me of your eyes. So I had the necklace made from them.â
âValyrian steel, like dark sister.â
âYes. Now you and I both own a small piece of our ancestry.â You turn to face him so he can see it on you.
âGevie.â He says, almost in a whisper. With that you swung your arms around his neck and hugged him tight. It didnât take a lot to reach him now that you are 10 in 6 years of age. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, not letting you go.
âThank you kepus, I love it. Avy jorrÄelan, kirimvose.â (I love you, thank you)
âHappy 16th name day my sweet girl.â
âI am a woman grown uncle.â
âYouâre the little girl that sits between my legs and has me braid her hair, Avy jorrÄelan.â With that he puts you down and kisses your forehead and heads off.
âWhatâs wrong dear sister.â Rhaenyra enters as she sees you pouting at the door of your chambers.
âI canât find my maids and I would like a bath.â
âSo search for them.â She rolled her eyes and walked away. Leaving you stood there playing with your new necklace. A gift from your favorite uncle whom you were determined to show you are a woman grown. After having bathed and had your hair done you opted for your purple gown to match your new piece of jewelry. It accentuated your newly developed curves and breast. Daemon was surely to see you in a new light now.
You made your way to throne room turned dining hall to eat with your family and all who gathered from the realm to celebrate your 16th name day celebrations.
âPrincess Y/n Targaryen!â Shouted the announcer, everyone stood as you made your way to the royal table. Sat between your mother and father. Your parents stood and greeted you, told you how beautiful you looked, your father hugged you and planted a kiss above your head. Your sister Rhaenyra of course was in her own world with Alicent. Your Uncle who was sat next to your father bowed his head to you,â you truly are a sight to behold dear niece.â With that you took your seat as many approached the table to wish you a happy name day. Everything was going well until Jason Lannister approached you, âyour beauty is spoken of across the realm for great reason I see my princess. Words would never compare to the beauty sat before me.â
âWhat, you thought it a lie. An ill jest amongst the realm of my niece is beauty?â Began your uncle, clenching his goblet of wine. He is clenching so hard you would think it would bend in his grasp. âNo my prince, not at all.â
âPerhaps you shall return to your seat.â With that said and a bow of the Lannister lads head he retreated to where he sits. Next was one of the Baratheon lads, so many of them who is whom? You never took the time to learn them. âYour graces, princess,â he bowed,â it is an honor to be here to celebrate you. You are clearly a gorgeous woman grown and when the time comes for you to begin your tour for a husband, please keep in mind house Baratheon on your travels.â
âThat is very kind of you lord Rogar.â Your father thanked him.
âYou are older than her father do you truly think that appropriate words for a maiden of her stature.â There goes your uncle once more.
âDaemon I think thatâs enough.â Your father chimes in. Daemon just huffs and sits back in his chair glaring at the Baratheon lord.
After everyone is done eating the dancing has began, you were now on your 3rd cup of wine and were understanding why your uncle loved this stuff so much. Rhaenyra and Alicent were off dancing while you, your mother, father and uncle were sat watching the festivities before you.
âKepus, I wish to dance.â
âGo dance than.â He said gesturing to the crowd before you.
âPlease uncle. It is my name day.â
âOnly because it is shall I join you.â He took your hand and you both made your way to floor to dance. Daemon had a hard time letting you go so you can switch partners like your supposed to.
âPerhaps I donât want to share you, bykus talus.â
âThe dance calls for it Kepus.â
âIm a prince, who is to go against what I say goes.â
âPerhaps me, the princess.â
âAĹha being quba issa dĹna hÄedar. â (your being bad my sweet girl)
âKostilus nyke donât va moriot jaelagon naejot sagon dĹna. â (perhaps I donât always want to be sweet, maybe I want to be bad every now and again)
âKostilus Ăąuhon riùčtsos iksos drÄjÄŤ grown.â (perhaps my little girl is truly grown)
â Kostilus nykeâ (perhaps I am) with this he grabs ahold of your face. Hands gripped tightly on both sides of your face as if he is about to kiss you, you close your eyes instinctively to prepare for the kiss when you feel his hand let go of you and he walks off. Leaving you on the dance floor alone on a crowded floor.
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Chapter 2
#soft daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen fluff#daemon targaryen fanfic#daemon targeryen x reader#daemon targeryan#hotd daemon#daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen x female reader#hotd fanfic#hotd season 2#hotd#house of the dragon#daemon Targaryen x oc#daemon Targaryen x ofc
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What if trouble was having like a crisis at a party or something, maybe like a panic attack and she either hides in a bathroom or runs to someone like Ethan or one of her friends and Peter finds her and is like ??? You didn't feel like you could come to me? And this is during the situationship so she feels like it's nothing more than sex or he's made it clear that's all he wants yk <3
you've been giving peter the cold shoulder all night.
you swore things were fine, but once you had a couple drinks in you, the annoyance of last week's argument hung over your head. peter knows it too. he's tried to be extra nice tonight, but you made sure to stay clear of him until you needed a refill.
'you wanna come hang with me and ethan for a sec?'
'nope, thanks for the drink. talk to you when i need a new one.'
the night took a drastic turn when you slipped away for the bathroom, finding yourself bouncing between bodies and flashing lights, vape clouds and screams, you break free and heave for air.
you tried to find solace in the bathroom, but you never noticed how small it felt. focusing on deep breaths until someone pounds on the door, 'hurry up! i need to pee!' it's a whined out by a person significantly more drunk than you.
there was no comfort or quiet where you went, your only option was backing up into a corner and holding a hand over your chest, doing your best to keep your heart from beating out.
you weren't sure how long had passed, but you felt like you had lead feet. everything was too much and you were shutting down, even if you wanted to move and make a break for peter's room, or the basement, you were stuck.
ethan finds you in a dark corner in the back of the house, he's unsure what you're doing at first, approaching like normal, his hand rubs your shoulder.
'doin alright, trouble?' when you gasp for air he tries to find your face, 'hey, you okay?'
you shake your head, 'i think i'm having a panic attack but i... i don't know why.' you lean into ethanâs touch as you slowly sink to the floor.
'shit, i... hey, want me to go get parker?' he's already moving, you pull at his hand. 'no. no, get ally or, or prince.' you tuck your face in your knees, doing your best to breathe deeply, while ethan looks for a friend.
skating between bodies, he finds ally. she's with paul, who's with parker. doesn't matter, you're about to explode and you need her.
'ally, you gotta- ally we need to go. right now.' the urgency has her stepping forward, 'why? where are we going?' ethan breathes out your name, 'she's freaking out, i dunno. she said to get you.'
peter steps up, 'woah, what's going on?'
ethan has no time for it, he tugs on ally's arm, 'we gotta go.' ally sends peter a soft shrug before she's doing her best to keep up with ethan.
peter get's an achy feeling before following both of them, ally's already on her knees in front of you patting your hair. ethan's chewing on his nails when he notices peter, 'panic attack.'
it's all he needs to hear, peter crouches to your level. 'hey, trouble. want me to get you somewhere quieter?' your hand reaches for his on the floor, patting around until he holds it out for you. 'is that a yes?'
your breath is racing, your heart pounding, the noise is piercing and you can't move. you refuse to cry at a party in front of everyone, itâs why you're keeping your eyes squeezed shut.
you hate that he's here, that he's watching it go down, but you're so very thankful he's able to carry you to safety.
'i'm gonna pick you up, okay? i'm going to take you up these back stairs and into my room, is that okay?' you hold ally's wrist in your other hand. 'ally can come, she can stay the whole night in there with you, if you want.'
the tiniest of nods sent peter to move quicker than he ever has. he tapped your knees so you could stretch them down, an arm wrapped under your thighs and one behind your back, he secured you into his hold as he lifted you.
your hands clenched his shirt, it was less about it being peter and more to do with grounding yourself. tucking your head into his chest when he took the stairs two at a time.
'i'm rounding the corner, trouble. ally, wanna get the door for me?'
when his bedroom door shuts behind you it's dark, the music muffles. your heart rate lowers, it's like you can breathe better, no longer fighting to keep air.
peter gently sets you on his bed before crossing over to his windows, ripping the curtains open to let the moonlight fill his room. it's bright enough you can see everything.
ally holds you to her chest, 'oh my goodness, did you see something, or hear something?'
peter shakes his head, 'she was overstimulated.' your eyebrows furrow in ally's shirt, not even you had made that connection, but he did.
'ally,' peter didn't want to sound like a prick, but, 'maybe...' he made a pushing motion with his hand. 'maybe give her some space, just for a second.' she steps away, you feel so relieved from every ounce of pressure you had downstairs, you flop backwards onto peter's bed and sigh.
seconds pass, you feel embarrassed after breaking down in front of peter, especially when he made it clear he was in no rush to be your boyfriend, if ever.
you raise your head up to look at him, 'overstimulated, huh?' peter shrugs, 'i've been there too a few times.'
ally sat on the bed next to you, 'want me to play with your hair?' when peter said it, you felt it. you wanted to be alone in a dark room, maybe not totally alone, but you wanted someone who would just sit there until you needed them.
'um,' you stop her hand gently, 'would you mind if i said i kinda want to hang out with peter instead?' ally quickly stands, 'oh no, not at all! i totally get it, sometimes no one can comfort me like matty. text me if you need me, okay?'
you nod and wait until the door clicks, you pat the bed, waiting until peter sits before you talk.
'sorry. this is probably weird for you. i just know you don't care enough to talk to me or touch me so, you know, just chill here unless i quit breathing or something.'
you can hear nothing but muffled bass and shouts downstairs, it's a comfortable silence.
'hey, trouble, can i talk to you about something?' you hum in response, you can almost hear him thinking.
'i know you put a lot of emphasis on the boyfriend thing, and i know you hate it when i avoid it. but, i'm just not there yet. and i hate that dumb 'it's not you, it's me' stuff, but it is.'
you stay silent.
'and... i know i say dumb stuff a lot, but you are so much more than just a hookup to me. so when you hit me with the you don't care, it really, really hurts my feelings. because, i care about you a lot. i mean, i'd... i'd do anything for you. and i know that doesn't seem like a lot, but for me, that means everything.'
you know he's trying, but that conversation from weeks ago still holds a sour taste on your tongue. you mumble the words with grit, 'yeah, do anything except dumb boyfriend shit.'
'stop.'
'you said it, captain. not me.'
you can feel the frustration brewing in his chest.
'you push and push and when i finally open up you throw back something i said during a fight and under pressure. would it be fair that everytime you compliment me, i follow it up with a 'oh, but do you really? because the other week you called me a fucking coward.'
silence. you don't like when he's right.
'i know you didn't get the answer you wanted, and i'm sorry, but you can't bully me into a relationship. it just doesn't work like that.'
you know it doesn't, but it makes you feel a little better. sometimes dogpiling on peter makes you feel level footed, even if it's only for a second before he's making you feel guilty.
'i just want more, peter. and i don't mean that in a 'keep pressuring you into being my boyfriend' way. i don't know how to explain it.'
peter nibbles at his bottom lip, 'can you try?'
'i just want you to talk to me, and tell me things about yourself, or your childhood. i want you to tell me about the things that made you laugh that day, or show me your interests, or hobbies or really anything that's past surface value.'
you follow up with, 'i think i just want to know i have your commitment.'
you're glad you can't see his face, he's too quiet, you think this is the part where he officially breaks it off.
'you did a good job at explaining it.' his dismissal is enough to send you screaming and running, but he adds more before you could move.
'you have my commitment, trouble. i don't want anyone else but you, and if we need to have the conversation now, i'm off limits. i have been for a while, i'm sorry if i haven't made that clear.'
tilting your chin you get a glance of him, 'off limits?'
peter crosses out his body, 'trouble only zone. i'm talking about no flirting, deleting dm requests, harsh rejection and absolutely no touching.'
'trouble only?'
peter's shoulders drop in relief when the previously unrecognized tension lifts from the room.
he nods, 'only trouble can hear about my day, and childhood, and my hobbies. and touch, trouble can touch as much as she wants, whenever she wants.'
peter has one more thing to add.
'trouble, if i'm going to be anyone's boyfriend, i'm gonna be yours.'
he knows how to keep you latched. it works like a charm. but you can't let him know that.
'hm, if i'm gonna be anyone's girlfriend, i might be yours.'
'then i might be the luckiest guy in the entire world.'
you hum, his admittance made you warm. kicking your shoes off you wriggle higher unto his bed, 'sorry, no more party for me tonight. i'll get a ride home later.'
peter's busy moving closer to you in the sheets, 'you can stay here tonight.' his bed is ultra soft, you don't know how he's able to leave it in the morning. 'tempting, but i'm not in the mood to bang tonight.'
'good, neither am i.' you snort, 'really?' peter nods in your peripheral, 'it takes two to tango, trouble.'
it's calm, then he asks softly, like he's scared of you rejecting him, 'do you wanna cuddle?' your head turns, he's just as breathtaking in the moonlight.
you're already scooting back into him, 'really? don't you have a party to attend?' peter wraps his arms around you, tugging you close and tight, he wouldn't let you slip away if he could help it.
'nah, i'd rather tell you all about my aunt may.'Â
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highlights from the dropout anthony padilla/courtney miller interview! (aka things i liked or didnt know)
ally IMMEDIATELY kicking us off by introducing themselves as vic michaelis and dabbing so softly
ally ALSO IMMEDIATELY kicking us off by calmly answering the 'tell us about yourself' question with "ive been testing positive for covid for about 3 weeks now" "is that true?" "of COURSE NOT OH MY GOD??"
ally calls the covid vaccine the "Fauci-ouchie"
its been 1 minute into the video
VIC LYING ABOUT THEIR FAVORITE COLOR FOR NO REASON
its been TWO minutes into the video
ALLY HIJACKING HER ATTEMPT TO ASK AGAIN BY MOVING ONTO THE TRANSITION THEMSELF
ok we're locking in locking in
everyone needs to hear the ally wrongpile beardsley story at least once <3
vic was 100% in on sam's vision for dropout and ally COULD not have been more full of doubt.
all of them saying a contemplative 'ooooo' when asked if they miss sketches and then a beat afterwards vic immediately bursting out with 'sketch is dead i hate sketch. anyway-"
IFY MOO DENG MENTION
ify talking about how close and interconnected the cast is and was off screen since way back
"noo c'mon c'mon those are those pale clammy little hands i love so much đĽş" "theyre DRY AS A BONE"
vic's "I just dont ever think that anyone is thinking about me. like i am thinking about myself 100% more than anyone else is thinking about me"
vic thought it was crazy when they got asked to host VIP because she felt too new for it despite having a lot of experience
ally thinks its funny to make each other do the thing theyre known for but also they agree brennan is just that analytical about every topic and birds are not special KHADGKASJDF
vic and ify enthusiastically agreeing with the above LMAO
vic plays a character of herself while ify performs very close to his actual self
'is the broke comedian bit real' all of them immediately exaggeratedly laughing and looking away and going NOOO WE'RE FINEEE WE'RE FINEEE
ally's analogy of watering a plant that has been dead for a long time and how they might be doing good but the water has a lot of past cracks to fill in which i dont know enough about plants to tell if this is an accurate analogy but its an effective one
money-wise, the tide has turned for the better for them in the last few years đĽş
dropout did profit-share last year! vic cried đĽş
ify "i was there when youtube was created by a couple of guys" GOOGLE HOW OLD IS YOUTUBE. ONLY 19??????
ally needing clarification on if he was actually THERE when it was created or not
ify talking about how more people in the industry are recognizing him FROM dropout things
THE EDITORS ACTUALLY USING THE CLIP OF ALLY'S DAB AS A TRANSITION
vic "10 years ago if you told me i could actually make money from doing improv and my reaction was anything other than 'holy shit thats incredible' i would like murder myself. i would throw myself into a trash can"
immediate no's on "do you feel like you have to share your personal lives on camera" because they just like oversharing
"oh you grew up mormon too?" "no but i just LOVE đ𼰠the mormons"
"studio CE shoutout. dont shout them out actually. well, you can if you want to."
some great takes on parasocial relationships
ify thinks his audience are the kinky poly folks. can we get a shout from the kinky poly folks!
ify pointing right at the camera and saying "IF you are at a sex party and i introduce myself as IFY do NOT give me your fake stage name. you are saying my REAL GOVERNMENT name here"
ally bringing up chappell roan in the parasocial relationships discussion yoooo
ify doing a voice imitation of his uncle suggesting he do jokes for a relative's graduation KHAGKAJKAKJDFSD
the horror on all their faces when courtney says they're lucky that fans dont ask them to do something funny in public when they meet them
grilled cheese scale: ify's are solid. ally is a good cook but they're allergic to bread, vic inconclusive
vic loves the joke of being called vehicular and would change their government name to it even LMAO
izzy roland shoutout!!!!!
ify's sex dungeon would also be where he paints warhammer minis.
"what is your favorite thing that he did" "...anthony?" "yeah" "th. this? this channel? this right here?"
SZA talked about ify on VIP in a variety article???
SZA INTENTIONALLY DRESSED UP LIKE IFY WAS ON VIP?????
this is like the first time i saw mxmtoon commented on zac's instagram except magnified by a hundred
"Grimes if you're watching this, slide into the DMs"
ally fanning themselves going "thats actually too hot i simply need to go" hearing that lana del rey graduated studying philosophy with an emphasis in metaphysics
everyone at this table ships ally beardsley and lana del rey
nice to know ify and em are still together!
"do you consider yourself an angel of death? i consider myself an angel of death for network television" vic talking about how theyve been on SO many second-to-last episodes of shows that were canceled đ
Super fun and insightful!!!! we dont get to see these three vibe together much on screen 𼺠video under cut!
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a farah or valeria Ă reader perhaps? love ur writing btw ^_^
THANK YOU ANON!! Ngl I would've preferred more detail but I needed to write something for the gals âď¸
Taking Whatâs Mine
With the 141 being done with Valeria, sheâs handed off to you and the Vaqueros to be sent to custody. You should have known better than thinking she would forget you.
Pairing: Valeria Garza x GN!Reader
Genre: Drama, Canon-Compliant, Enemies to more
Word Count: 2.1 k
Warning: Canon typical violence, yandere-ish Valeria? (Valeria's just generally a menace but better safe than sorry)
A/N: Italic sentences are meant to be characters talking in Spanish
You hop out of the driverâs seat of the black transport van to open the back door. Pulling back the door, you offer a mock bow, knowing whoever is entering is the infamous cartel leader, a rabid animal now restrained.
You barely have time to look as Alejandro all but shoves the package into the back seats. Only when youâre behind the package do you peer into the van at the poison of Las Almas. Turning around, she locks eyes with you. Your hesitation is quickly masked as you put your hands on your hips.
So this was the famed El Sin Nombre, who you now knew to have the name Valeria. She was formidable. Even sitting down, arms pulled behind her back, her attention on you had your hand instinctively covering your holster. Everywhere her eyes went was a purposeful action, picking apart every piece of the environment, every person. It settles on the space between you, Rudy and Alejandro - or the lack thereof - and you can see the gears turning in her mind. This was undoubtedly a seasoned fighter, finding potential weaknesses within a momentâs silence. Finding bonds, calculating potential damages. With no other form of retaliation, you slam the door shut, unable to see her reaction from the tinted glass.
Offering goodbyes and good luck to the rest of the 141, Alejandro and Rudolfo brief you for your next mission outside the van when your new allies leave. Youâll be personally keeping guard of Valeria for the foreseeable future until better arrangements can be made to detain someone in such high demand.
Alejandro drives, Rudolfo takes shotgun, and youâre given the unpleasant seat in the back beside the druglord. You figured the ride would be tense simply because the others had served together. Betrayal made the air heavy, it had Rudolfo dipping his head and exhaling heavily. Alejandro, ever the passionate one, was a lit fuse, jaw constantly clenched and screwing tighter with every second.
You were sure they had plenty to discuss, but what you didnât expect - and prayed to not happen - was Valeriaâs interest in you. You kept your head to the side, the back of the head is far less identifiable than the front. But you could feel it, the Nameless inspecting every aspect of you down to the pores of your skin, probably taking note of how you had forgotten to secure one of the velcro straps on your uniform. Amongst the silence of the van your swallow was audible in your ears and you swear she could hear it.
âI remember you,â Valeria states and you flinch. You can hear the smile in her voice. âI donât remember faces often, theyâre disposed of before they do anything memorable.â
You dare turn your head to look straight forward, only greeted with the back of Rudolfo's seat.
âTwo months ago, southeast port, you sabotaged my shipment. You were pretending to be an independent vigilante taking matters into your own hands.â
Youâre hyper aware of every process in your body. Every inhale takes a little more effort and your back is now straighter with every bump on the road unpleasantly smacking your spine. And youâre also aware that Valeria is tracking every single response, even the ones you're not conscious of, down to the hairs on your arm that now stand up straight.
âYou donât have the patch but I know a vaquero when I see one.â
Valeria turns back to the front, Rudolfo is eyeing her as Alejandro keeps driving.
âAlejandro. Dios mĂo, making your own a mercenary and having them do your dirty work. I thought you were better than that. I thought the Vaqueros prided themselves on cleanliness.â
âYou canât offer better,â you retort on behalf of Alejandro, to defend his honour. It came out before you could stop it but Valeria raises her eyebrows at you in amusement and youâre cursing yourself.
âI never said I could, but I donât corrupt. Las Almas does that for me.â
Valeria shakes her head dismissively and she rests back in the seat. Thereâs a small smile on her face and itâs as dangerous as it is pretty. If you didnât know any better you would think it was a smile of fondness.
âYou even held me at gunpoint. Do you remember, vaquero? But then I begged and begged to return to my family and you took pity.â
There is only the sound of the van engine exerting itself through the crumbling terrain of Las Almas. Youâll no doubt end up discussing your mission once again with your colonel. Through the rear view mirror Alejandro spares a glance at you but thereâs no disappointment, only understanding.
You grimace at the memory, that night at the port. It was early into your mission, the cartel werenât even aware you were there hidden behind freight containers, save for (who you thought) was a single sicario stumbling into your little hiding spot. Even though you lost the element of surprise, you managed to bring her to her knees, gun pointed to her temple. But you did not operate like a cartel, you could not kill indiscriminately. You succumbed to those wide eyes that gazed up at you, frightfully admitting they were prey, and so upon taking all her weapons and military gear, you sent her off.
You realise now that you only shed off the sheepâs clothing and were now staring straight at the wolf. You can no longer call yourself a hero who delivered forgiveness. You mistook the shine in her eyes for tears when really it was the gleam of malice like a blade under the moonlight.
âHow do you feel now, knowing that you were so close to ending El Sin Nombre but only lost from your own cowardice?â
âThey have nothing to do with you.â
Alejandroâs grip on the wheel tightens until his knuckles are white. You want to speak up, to tell him itâs okay and that you can defend yourself, but you knew what Valeria wanted and you refused to give anymore.
âOh but they do,â Valeria snaps and she regards you once again, you can see it in your peripheral vision. âYou take away my profits and I will get them back."
Your square your shoulders, shifting in your seat. Your next swallow is so dry it hurts.
"See, I donât forget fighters like you. People like you are risky for business. Like a cockroach you corrupt my supplies and never die.â
Her tone is teetering on a dangerous balance between spite and admiration. You suppose itâs not everyday someone screws up her orders and lives this long to tell the tale. Such skill and luck would be ideal to work in a cartel, you muse and just maybe youâre starting to piece her together as her unwavering gaze freezes the side of your skull. Sheâs already poking and prodding with her words, seeing if you can break, no, bend around this lawless nation. Las Almas can corrupt anyone, after all.
âI could make use of someone like you,â Valeria pursed her lips in contemplation. âI suppose you could say there are a few slots left open.â
Alejandro and Rudolfo had warned you of Valeria. In particular they warned you of her fire. She burned hotter than the buildings that baked under the Mexican sun. Her tongue held a venom that she inflicted liberally to anyone who dare cross her. And yet there was no aggression in her words. Her tone was deceptive all the same, but the sickly sweetness had you wondering what the hell you ever did to deserve such different treatment.
âI lost some of my best that day,â Valeria huffs like a child that lost their toy.
âMy condolences,â you grumble half-heartedly as you focus on the individual fabrics of the back of the car seat. One piece of fluff is sticking out and youâre itching to pull it off, fingers twitching over your holstered pistol. âBut you have the wrong person.â
But Valeria does not relent. Instead, she leans towards you, across the small middle seat that divides you and as far as her restraints will let her. Her breaths are heavy, strong enough that the tail-end of it warms your skin. Your cold sweat feels ever colder.
âLet me remind you, that I do not lose. I trade, cariĂąo.â
âLeave them alone!â Alejandro bellows as he dares peel his eyes off the road and back at Valeria. His reaction is enough for her to pull away from you, bound wrists up in mock surrender with a satisfied smirk on her face.
âYouâll learn to accept losses,â you state, easing back into your seat in a pathetic attempt of confidence. âSolitary confinement teaches you a lot.â
âIf anyone is learning anything, it will be you,â she argues. Shooting you one final look, she then switches her attention to the window, idly watching as the rugged yet beautiful terrain of Las Almas pass her by. âIâll be out within twenty-four hours, and your precious vaqueros will be gone in half of that.â
So perhaps Valeria lied that time. She can only sigh upon running into her own men, almost mistaking them for other prison guards amongst the flashing red lights of a prison break. Months of suffering in a tiny cell that was as empty as your threats of solitary confinement, but even then the bite in your words provided her plenty of entertainment until the next time youâd pay a visit to her cell to make sure she was indeed still there.
âWhat the fuck took you so long?â She snarls at her own, already walking past them as they try to blurt out excuses for their tardiness. She only switches the safety of her rifle off in response and the rest of the cartel hurriedly follow her towards the exit of the prison. Stepping past fallen bodies and only narrowly avoiding the pools of blood that could dirty her boots, Las Almas cartel always knew how to make a statement. A sadistic smile settled on her face at what the Vaqueros would think of their parting gift.
Her reverie is broken by the distant call of her title and Valeria stifles a groan, stopping in her tracks.
âIs this the one?â
Valeria rolls her eyes before looking back at one of her lackeys, curses already on the tip of her tongue until she sees the little gift her subordinates prepared for her - upon her orders of course.
A man walks up to Valeria, hauling you in tow. He kicks the back of your knees, shins cracking against the cement floor. Your whole body joints at the pain, and you further jerk your bound wrists in a vain attempt to get free, but he only tugs back to contort your arms into an impossible angle.
âFucker took out seven of us,â he spat at you, and even through the fear of being held captive you feel proud of the disdain in his voice, even as you feel the back of your head catch the offset of his saliva.
Valeria tuts as she walks up, spending a good moment with you having no choice but to look at her boots. Until her hand grips at the back of your collar like a baby animal, she yanks your uniform back to look at her as she squats down to your level.
âYou are taking more of my assets,â she mutters and despite the chastising tone that coats her voice she doesnât sound entirely disappointed. Her face is now closer to you as she inspects the blood that is dribbling down your temple.
With her other hand she wipes it away with uncharacteristic sweetness. She takes her time, as though there wasnât a prison break and you werenât her prison guard for the last half year. Even the dribble of her own subordinate is wiped off by her as she reaches over to the back of your head. The red lights cast shadows over her face as she looks down at you, but even through the darkness you can tell her features hold a smile only for you as her unkempt fringe falls across her face.
âFortunately for you, that only increases your worth in my eyes, cariĂąo.â
With no time to even question her, Valeria jerks her head as a sign for your handler to haul you back up to your feet.
âDamage the package and you will only be another ghost to The Nameless.â
You warily check the other cartel members but none of them look confused in the slightest, only nodding at the new orders. A bag over your head obscures your vision entirely and youâre shoved forward, being led to what you can only assume to be the depths of hell.
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âAlan, calm down. It was an accident.â
It was said through gritted teeth. This was not something he expected to have to weather when training his youngest brother in basic mountain climbing.
But then there had been the incident with the hammer with Gordon...and John, while extremely athletic had absolutely terrified Scott with the mild hypothermia incident.
Virgil...well, Uncle Lee had taught Virgil with Scott so big brother escaped that.
Though come to think of it, Uncle Lee did have a scar.
But it wasnât as big as this one was going to be.
âIâm sorry, Scott. Iâm so sorry!â
He drew in a breath and let it out ever so slowly. âCalm down. We will handle this like any emergency. Scoutâs oath, Alan?â
And he made his little brother recite it, thankful that it seemed to focus the fourteen-year-old.
âAccidents happen, itâs how we respond to the accidents that matters, now secure yourself and contact John.â
Scott did his best to attach himself to the ice face as well. It took him a few extra moments working through pain and the inability to move without it.
An ice pick through his calf did that.
It was an accident. Scott had moved unexpectedly and Alan had picked at the ice at just the wrong moment in time.
âThunderbird Five, we need help.â
A simple, but concise message.
âAlan? Whatâs wrong?â
The tremor in Alanâs voice as he reported the incident hurt Scott more than the ice axe.
âItâs going to be okay, Allie. Iâm fine.â
âYouâre bleeding.â It was a wail.
âIt happens. Iâll be fine.â Looking down was awkward, and yes, his climbing pants were an uncomfortable shade of red, but he had confidence in his brothers. They would be off this mountain in no time.
Fortunately, Virgil and Gordon had stayed back on the Island while Scott both took a break on Aotearoaâs South Island and began some basic training for his youngest brother.
Apparently, he would be off rota longer than expected.
âShould I try to bandage it.â
âNo.â Scott shifted a little and regretted it. âVirgil will be here soon.â It wasnât like his brother was far away at Thunderbird speeds. He could imagine Virgil flying down that ridiculous chute of his this very moment. Five minutes, maybe.
âIâm sorry, Scott.â
âAllie, it happens.â A swallow. âDid I ever tell you about how I learnt to drive?â Distraction was the key.
âNo? Didnât Parker teach you? Gordon still raves about his lessons.â
Another swallow. âYeah, he did. Had to repair a lot of pink paintwork for his efforts.â
âWhat? You smashed up FAB1?!â
âKinda.â Yeah, now it was really starting to hurt. hanging from the side of a mountain with blood dripping into the abyss wasnât his favourite past time. Câmon, Virg, hurry up. âParker was not impressed.â Scott flexed his own axe in one hand and dug into the ice and secured an extra piton which he then looped into his harness.
Didnât hurt to be extra secure.
âHow? Did Parker actually let you drive FAB1?â
âKinda. Not really. He has another pink car.â A grimace. âStill goes fast.â And it had hit that tree rather hard. Sometimes he swore he could still hear the echoes of the lecture he received from both Parker and his father about driving too fast.
Cars were not planes and did not respond quite the same way.
Didnât help that England drove on the wrong side of the road. It was all cack-handed.
He tightened his fist and loosened his shoulders.
âScott, you okay?â That tremor still hurt.
âVirgil will be here any moment.â And as if summoned, a streak of green tore into the sky above them.
And planes werenât Thunderbirds. The sight of the big green behemoth was such a relief.
His comms. âHey, Virg. Need a hand.â
âComing down.â Two spun slowly midair and opened her bay doors. A moment and the rescue rig, complete with two frowning brothers descended from her belly.
âHeâs going to kill me.â
Another sigh. âNo, he wonât. Heâs Virgil. He will just run you through climbing safety ad nauseam.â
âGordon is never going to let me live it down.â
A blink. âYeah, you may be right about that.â
âIâm sorry, Scott. I really am.â
âI know, Allie, I know.â
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hello! iâd like to request a very sad gojo angst, based on billie eilishâs song âwhat was i made for?â like reader could be having a self doubt moment??? if sheâs good enough for satoru (you can do the same thing you did as to that one gojo angst you did! where gojo was healing from getoâs death) thank you ! ^__^
itâs not what heâs made for (satoru g.) !
features: satoru gojo
contents: crying. implied death and injury. grief. basic jjk triggers. feeling useless. feeling not enough. feeling ashamed. failing to protect people. perceived judgment. heartbreak. hiding things from partners. hurt with comfort for once. angst. 1k words.
notes: idk how i feel about this, so lmk if it's not what you want and i can try it again :)
you canât help but notice the way satoru gojo stiffens the second he sees raw emotion being expressed. itâs something you find out before you even begin dating him. you can practically feel the discomfort radiating off of him when he sees another sorcerer cry at their partnerâs death.
it was at that moment you vowed to yourself to never cry in front of him. but that was a while ago, and you were no longer in a shallow friendship with him: you were in love.
but you couldnât shake that fear that if you ever showed vulnerability to him, he would regard you with that same disgust. it was irrational, you knew that, but it still lingered in the back of your mind.
even now, as you feel your heart actively cracking in your chest as yet another sorcerer is slain under your care, you just choke down the tears until satoru leaves the room. the inside of your bottom lip is bitten raw from how many times youâve clamped your mouth shut to ward off sobs of agony.
with a cursed technique like yours, every mission comes with a lot of survivorâs guilt. protectorâs promise: a cursed technique that grants you a stats and cursed energy boost based on the strength difference between you and your allies. even more so when your allies are weaker than the opponent. you also get a boost from non-sorcerers being in the immediate area
alone, you are a low-grade one. but with a group weaker than you, it skyrockets to high-grade one or even to special grade. as such, you are often paired up with sorcerers fresh out of training, or even those still in it.
the higher-ups treat you as a way to weed out weak sorcerers, all while boosting your own powers and giving your obscenely hard missions. because you also receive a boost if your allies are injured or killed. itâs one of the most heart-breaking things a sorcerer can experience; to have a partner die. and you lose at least one nearly every mission.
with no outlet in satoru, you find yourself sobbing alone or with shoko. she knows how satoru is, just as well as you, having been his classmate and friend for ten years. thatâs why you shouldâve expected this.
when she picks up the phone, you speak immediately. âshoko, iâm sad again, donât tell my boyfriend⌠itâs not what heâs made for.â you hear shuffling on the other line and protests from her before a familiar voice rings in your ear. ây/n, it is what iâm made for. now, come home, we need to talk.â then, the line clicks.
you feel your heart break, he doesnât think you trust him. heâs mad. heâs upset. heâs disgusted. the thoughts spiral as fat tears fall down your cheeks, opening the door.
there stands satoru, arms crossed and his lips pursed. the blindfold he usually wore was hung loosely around his neck, forcing you to look straight into his baby blues. the second your eyes meet his, your facade crumbles.
with a choked sob, you fall onto your knees, crumbling like sand. but you never hit the ground, strong arms slip under your arms and around your back. the side of your face pressed against his jujutsu-uniform jacket. his other arm slips under your knees as he picks you up as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, kicking the door closed.
satoru sits on the couch, your legs draped over his lap as he holds your so tenderly. a part of you feels guilty and stupid for thinking that he would ever be disgusted with you. you had never seen satoru gojo handle anyone with this much care, touch feather-light with the strength of love.
âwhy havenât you told me you felt this way, do you not trust me..?â his words come out in a whisper, voice shaking ever so slightly. at that moment, you feel like the worst person in the world for making him think that. your hands cup his face as you look towards him with your teary eyes, desperately shaking your head.
âsatoru, no, i trust you so much, more than anyone-â
âthen why?â
your words catch in your throat, shame burning and pooling in your gut as you decide whether or not to tell him that it was because of some silly face he made years ago. worry surges again before being dissipated by his forehead pressing against yours.
a deep breath in, then you speak. âi didnât want you to think i was weakâŚâ in that instant you see his face soften, likely connecting the dots himself.Â
heâs gentle as he presses your face into the crook of his neck, arms winding around your back. his words come out faintly against your ear, breath lightly tickling your skin. âiâm sorry i made you feel that way, youâre not weak. youâre strong, much stronger than me in this regard.â he feels you smile against his skin and he chuckles, rocking side to side with you in his arms as if nothing else in this world mattered more.
you canât help but feel like a fool for ever thinking that satoru gojo would look upon you with disgust for anything: especially not for some tears. not when he looks at you like youâre the world when you do any little thing. not when he whispers such sweet nothings to you at any opportunity. not when he holds you so desperately close when there is any sort of chance.
you canât help but be forced to realize the strength in which satoru gojo loves. the love that is exclusive to you and you alone.
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Whatever you do, don't think about Eddie Diaz hearing Pink Pony Club for the first time and feeling like he's been hit in the chest with it.
I know you wanted me to stay But I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA And I heard that there's a special place Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day
Don't think about Eddie growing up Catholic in Texas and knowing deep down he isn't straight, but not being ready to look at it.
I'm having wicked dreams of leaving Tennessee Hear Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream
Don't picture him going to Pride with Buck and Hen as an ally and hearing the opening lines of Pink Pony Club while he's dancing and feeling more free than he ever has in his life and finally being ready to look at that part of himself he kept hidden away for so long because he didn't feel safe enough to look at it until now.
God, what have you done? You're a pink pony girl And you dance at the club Oh mama, I'm just having fun On the stage in my heels It's where I belong down at the
Don't picture him freezing as the music washes over him, just for a moment. Don't picture his eyes getting misty while Chappell Roan plays over the clubs sound system.
Pink Pony Club I'm gonna keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Club I'm gonna keep on dancing down in West Hollywood I'm gonna keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club
Don't think about him him taking the lyrics to heart and starting to dance again. Don't picture him with tears running down his cheeks and a smile on his face, head thrown back as he moves to the beat.
I'm up and jaws are on the floor Lovers in the bathroom and a line outside the door Blacklights and a mirrored disco ball Every night's another reason why I left it all
Don't think about his life flashing before his eyes, moments he's been too scared or hurt to look at, moments where he pushed his feelings down because he felt like he needed to, moments where he felt like he was irrevocably broken.
Don't think I've left you all behind Still love you and Tennessee You're always on my mind And mama, every Saturday I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away
Don't picture him breathing in and out, moving with the bodies around him, and knowing he's home. That he's safe here in this place surrounded by people like him - surrounded by people who would understand how he feels.
Pink Pony Club I'm gonna keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Club I'm gonna keep on dancing down in West Hollywood I'm gonna keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club
Don't picture him feeling so alive and so free. Don't picture him meeting Buck's eyes across from him and grinning even bigger, tears still flowing but they don't matter. Don't picture him exhaling and knowing this is where he's supposed to be. This is who he's supposed to be.
I'm gonna keep on dancing I'm gonna keep on dancing
#listen i have a lot of feelings about pink pony club and growing up queer in a place where there weren't a lot of queer people#and a lot of feelings about eddie diaz#911#eddie diaz#911 abc#buddie
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I felt like ranting about TFP/RiD2015 starscreamâs character since I feel like a lot of people mischaracterize him, but this turned out to be much longer than I thought it would sooooo click if you wanna see my essay about the most disloyal second-in-command ever :]
So when talking about tfp starscream I hear a lot of his fans mention how bad the show was for not addressing megatronâs abuse of him and for not giving him a redemption arc where he recovers from it and becomes a better person or something along those lines
I donât want to seem rude, but where the fuck did you guys get the impression that the show was ever going to do something like that?? Or even that starscream was ever going to be viewed in a remotely sympathetic light??? Cuz it definitely wasnât from the show I can tell you that much
Now Iâm not denying that starscream was abused, I do agree with that â but did you guys forget the context of why Megatron feels the need to punish him so brutally? Cuz every single time he does so itâs cuz starscream is trying to take his place as leader of the decepticons and, more often than not, trying to kill him in the process â like did yall forget that one of the first things starscream did in the show was plan to leave megatron to die in space after taking the only thing keeping him alive from his chest and the only reason he didnât was because he was being spied on by soundwave?
Iâm not stating that to say âmegatron was right to abuse starscreamâ, hell no, but Iâm stating that to say there was a reason for it in-show and it wasnât to show that starscream deserves sympathy but to show how ruthless megatron is, especially to people that cross him like starscream
The whole âredemption arcâ idea that some people like to cling to is what confuses me the most because are we talking about the same character here?? Are we looking at the same guy because so matter how you look at starscream, he was never meant to be redeemed
This is the same character that, throughout the entire show, is the only one to have killed an autobot on screen â and he did this in his first scene in the first episode â and actively brags about it on several occasions afterwards throughout the show
This is the same character that, when the autobots gave him one chance to see if he could be seen as an ally, couldnât help himself from mentioning his murdering of cliffjumper to arcee â cliffjumperâs partner â and then using her anger and grief as way to escape, effectively making it impossible that the autobots would ever truly trust him again
This is the same character that, even after leaving the decepticons, canât help himself from trying to murder megatron (to take his place, not as revenge for his abuse) and getting in the autobots way of stopping the decepticons
The fact that starscreamâs seemingly favorite pastime in the show is Attempted Murder so he can become a Worse Dictator is something I think his fans gloss over much too easily â especially since theyâre typically the same people that hate megatron for abusing him because starscream *checks notes* keeps attempting to murder him
The only reason why megatron keeps starscream around is because heâs more useful to him alive and working under him than either dead or working against him â and considering how many times starscream has attempted to murder him and has actively ruined his plans, Iâm surprised he hasnât killed him already
Even after all of that happens and starscream finally says âfine, I wonât attempt to kill megatron anymoreâ in season 3, heâs still ruining his plans with his pettiness and jealousy towards others like shockwave â
no matter what happens to starscream, he refuses to grow and change
â which is why I canât understand where this âI can fix him cuz the writers refused toâ mentality came from
He was never meant to be âfixâ-able, at best he was meant to be a doomed character, a cautionary tale and/or a tragic villain â because no matter what happens, he keeps ruining things for himself and refuses to accept that, putting the blame for his failures and feelings of inadequacy on others like megatron or optimus when, in reality, itâs always him who is reason why he canât be happy
And this carries over into Robots In Disguise 2015 as well, when he returns to be the villain of season 3 (or 2.5, itâs complicated)
He returns to earth so he can find all of the 7 weaponizer mini-cons and link them to himself to become all powerful so he can kill megatron and conquer the galaxy
Iâve seen some people say that âthe writers had to add on the âconquer the galaxyâ part to starscreamâs plan because then it would be hard to justify why the heroes would want to stop a victim of abuse from killing his abuserâ and just âtell me you donât understand starscreamâs character without telling me you donât understand starscreamâs character
My Sibling in Primus, starscream has been wanting to do that since the beginning of Transformers: Prime, thatâs literally his main reason for constantly wanting to kill megatron all the time â so he can take his place as leader of the decepticons, defeat the autobots, and then become the ruler of Cybertron
While I do agree that starscream wanting megatron dead for all of the pain he caused him is definitely part of his motive here, this type of revenge is never going to shown as a good thing, nor should it
Even after its been several years since megatron left the decepticons after being used by unicron, even after all of cybertron seems to have moved on from the war, starscream canât let his obsession with killing megatron go â and that isnât a good thing
Bumblebee confirms that starscream has been assumed dead this entire time, meaning nobody was chasing or hunting him down, nobody was trying to turn him over to the new cybertronian government for his crimes â he couldâve used this as a way to escape it all and finally start anew, find other ways to make himself better and happier after having to deal with megatron looming over him for so long
But he didnât
He stumbled upon an old megatron plan for gaining power and couldnât help himself, he couldnât let it go, he refused to break the cycle and he has no one to blame for continuing it but himself
When he finds the Dark Star Saber and uses it, the sword resists him, with him saying that itâs because the sword doesnât find him worthy enough to weld it since it can tell he isnât megatron, but he tries to weld it anyways
Iâve seen one person try to interpret this as a way to say that âthis means he isnât evil since the sword that was made for evil is rejecting himâ which is the dumbest take ever, but hereâs my interpretation of what the Dark Star Saberâs rejection means
Ever since his first appearance on screen, starscream has been trying to be the leader of the decepticons, the most powerful, the most feared, the most respected â he wants to be megatron so bad itâs painful â and everything that happens to him is telling him that he isnât
But he refuses to accept that â of course he doesnât, heâs starscream, megatronâs most disloyal second-in-command â and thatâs all heâll ever amount to as long as he walks his road of selfishness, anger, and revenge
And thatâs what he does until heâs defeated again by Bumblebee and his team, because if thereâs one thing that remains constant for starscream that isnât his favorite hobby of Attempted Murder itâs his refusal to grow and change as a person
#canât wait to blocked by every single tfp/rid2015 starscream fan ever <3#âI can fix himâ âI can make him worseâ heâs already at his worse & I like him like that itâs other people that try to make him seem better#writing this post actually made me understand the appeal of megastar (megatron x starscream)#I still donât like it but I can see the incredibly toxic one-sided yaoi of it all that others like#tfp#transformers prime#rid 15#rid 2015#rid15#rid2015#tf rid 2015#tf rid15#transformers rid2015#transformers robots in disguise#robots in disguise 2015#transformers robots in disguise 2015#god why does rid2015 have so many tags 0(-(#tfp starscream#rid starscream#im sorry but I canât not tag this as starscream since its an essay about him sorry starscream fans </3
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All You Have Is Your Fire - Part XXI
Find all previous parts on Ao3 :)
Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.'Â For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heartâs steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.
Note: A huge thank you to the lovely @sad-scarred-sassy who deserves all the credit for the post that inspired me to start writing this :) Another huge thank you to everyone reading! ALSO please look at this post, I gasped it's so lovely. All of @teddyhoneybear's moodboards are stunning <3
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Elain held onto Lucienâs arm tightly, the small smile he flashed her just before he winnowed brought her a sense of calm. Gold light, warm like the rays of a summer sun, enveloped them both.Â
The world scattered around Elain, colours and shapes falling apart only to come together once again as they reached their destination. Her head was spinning, still not entirely used to winnowing. She wondered if that unusual feeling would ever pass, if it would get better as the years trickled by.Â
Lucienâs grip was firm, his steadiness not surprising to Elain, but she envied how certain he was over the control of his own magic. The dreams she was having of Lucien were troubling, her imagination running wild, she could barely look at him without wanting to reach out and touch him. She was, at the very least, glad that those dreams provided her a welcome reprieve from the others that plagued her.Â
Endless night skies and bottomless lakes.Â
Dying leaves and hands made of bone.Â
Something was watching.Â
Hiding.Â
Waiting.
Elain could have shivered just thinking about the nightmares, and as grateful as she was over the fact that no visions tormented her while she was awake, she suspected the fragile hold she had on her abilities would surely snap eventually. She released a small sigh, no longer in denial about what was happening.Â
Elain was in need of a distraction, so when Lucien had come to her after having spent the morning with his father and suggested they do something, anything, she was more than happy to join him. His shoulders had dropped with relief, his jaw had unclenched at her quick reply. They were more comfortable around each other, but there was still a bit of uncertainty underlying every one of their interactions.Â
That uncertainty was being chipped away the more time they spent together, resentment falling into the rhythms of an honest friendship. Elain had come to the decision that she and Lucien had gone beyond just simple allies, and as she had taken off her mask, he had been more than willing to do the same.Â
Elain liked Lucien.Â
Getting to the point where she could even admit such a thing seemed like a step in the right direction, the dull pull of the mating bond muted now that they had grown closer. It no longer frustrated her, it simply existed, and slowly learning about Lucien was rewarding as she came to find out how well she knew him despite how little they had spoken in the last few years.Â
Elain had guessed that he was desperate to get away from the Forest House, and that as long as there was some distance between himself and the rest of his family, Lucien would allow himself a moment to unwind.Â
She had felt him, just as surely as she could feel the ground beneath her feet. Lucien had been on the brink of panic, his anxiety echoing in her skull, and Elain had wanted to reassure him. She willed as much, and it was done. The bond, no matter that it had not yet been accepted, was as gentle as any loverâs caress as Elain reached out towards Lucien with nothing but her thoughts.Â
As Elain began to take in their new surroundings, the bridge connecting their two souls was quiet, like the break of dawn, peaceful.Â
The gentle breeze was cool against her cheeks, the afternoon sun high in the sky. Autumn was striking in its beauty, ancient and lovely, and the Forest House had been interesting, but it did not compare to the courtâs capital city.Â
Elain and Lucien were standing on one of the many winding stone paths, young trees planted along the edges to reveal the countless storefronts. Faeries were going about their business, some walking around leisurely while others winnowed in a burst of sparks.Â
Elain felt her lips part in awe, amazed that she had lived in Prythian for years and had yet to visit a city outside of the Night Court.Â
âYou alright?â Lucien asked, checking on her after winnowing a few times to reach their destination.Â
Elain hummed in response, nodding absently.Â
Hollowed tree trunks had windows and doors, and Elain realised people actually lived in them. A faerie with wings opened her shutters to water the hanging pots along the sill. Small children ran past them, laughing, careless.Â
âLucien,â she started, a breathless edge to her voice, âLucien, this city is beautiful.â She tilted her head up towards him, his warm smile a welcome sight.Â
âI havenât come in decades,â he admitted, russet eye bright, the golden one whirring softly.Â
Had Lucien not revealed the information to her, Elain would have assumed he came often. He walked along the streets with the confidence of someone who was at ease, like he was home.Â
Elain adjusted her hold on him, letting her palm trail along his arm before she reached for his hand. As she laced their fingers together, she felt surprise shoot down the bond before it was replaced with a feeling of content. Elain bit her lip at her own boldness, she knew a blush had bloomed along her cheeks. She was glad Lucien said nothing, or else she might have pulled away from him in embarrassment.Â
Lucien led Elain towards the city square, where booths had been set up, various items being sold at each one. Small, triangular, burnt-orange flags were attached to long strings and hung between the buildings, reminding Elain of a festival she and her sisters had gone to as small girls. Their father had bought them each a gift; books for Nesta, a set of paint brushes for Feyre, and a potted plant for Elain. She could still remember the little sunflower, how she had placed it by the window in her bedroom. It had been Elainâs first, and she smiled at the memory as Lucien bought them both an apple tart.Â
Everyone clearly knew who Lucien was, but no one approached or treated them any differently. Unlike when Rhysand and Feyre walked the streets of Velaris, those in Autumn seemed to make a great effort to mind their business and avoid looking in the direction of the High Lordâs son. Elain wondered if it was because the Vanserra family scared them, but having spent some time in the court, she assumed it was simply them trying to be polite.Â
As they walked, Lucien explained what some of the vendors were selling and provided Elain with some much needed insight on Autumnâs unique culture. She took in all of the information happily, enjoying the way her mate seemed to glow as he spoke about something from his childhood.Â
âItâs strange being away from the Forest House,â Elain offered as Lucien walked from the city square down a much quieter street. She held a bag of maple syrup candies in her hand, savouring the sweet and salty taste as she popped another one in her mouth.Â
Lucienâs eyes tracked the movement and she tried to ensure she did not blush at his attention. He shrugged, doing the same, before he asked, âGood strange?âÂ
Elain nodded, casting a glance around them as she replied. âAmazing.â
Lucien grinned down at her, his expression full of pride. âI havenât come since before Amarantha,â he held Elainâs hand tightly as he helped her down a few steps, she clutched her skirts, slippers flashing. âGlad to see that nothingâs really changed.âÂ
The part of the city they were now in seemed older to Elain, smaller houses made of stone separated shops and restaurants, the trees were taller, looking as though they were holding up the sky. Elain could not be sure how much time had passed, but the sun was slowly beginning to set. The horizon was a mix of orange, yellow, and red, perfectly matching the leaves that continued to fall.Â
Lucienâs golden eye clicked as a grin broke across his handsome features and he steered Elain towards a building. He had clearly been looking for it, Elain realised, his voice holding a restrained eagerness as he spoke. âWant to see some Autumn Court magic?âÂ
Elain breathed a short laugh. âYou donât even have to ask,â she replied, his childlike attitude at the prospect of showing her a little piece of his life was infectious.Â
Lucien pushed a carved wooden door open, a bell announcing their presence, and held it for Elain so she could pass. She gripped her skirts as she entered, surprised at the sudden burst of heat in the small space. It was like walking into an oven, a stark contrast to the cool air outside. Her mate followed a moment later, but Elain was too distracted to pay him any mind, especially as a large faerie on the roomâs opposite end put unprotected hands into a roaring fire.Â
Elain gasped, but her concern was short lived as the man called out without looking in their direction. âWeâre closed.âÂ
Lucien seemed completely undeterred as he glanced around. âEven for an old friend, Castor?â He placed a hand low on Elainâs back and she leaned into his casual touch.Â
The blacksmith turned with no urgency, leaving the glowing piece of metal in his hands onto a stone counter. He raised a dark brow, wiping his fingers on an already stained apron. âMy eyes must be deceiving me,â he said, and Elain noticed they were a striking shade of red, unlike any eyes she had ever seen.Â
Castor walked around the counter, hand outstretched and Lucien pulled the other man close for an embrace. Elain was fully aware he had friends in the court he had been raised in, but she could not help but be a bit surprised that his former acquaintances were not strictly Forest House nobles and high fae.Â
Castorâs accent was less sharp than the one she had begun to associate with Autumn, but it was just as lovely. âMother, itâs been a century about, hasnât it?âÂ
âNot that long,â Lucien replied with a laugh, gesturing for Elain to come over. âThought Iâd bring my mate to the city, show her around.âÂ
Despite the other manâs massive size, he shook Elainâs hand gently, tilting his chin in a small bow. âAnd you bring the poor girl here?â He was shaking his head, clicking his tongue as he addressed her. âThe eastern territories are much nicer.âÂ
âGuess Iâll force him to take me there next,â Elain smiled and she saw a dark blush stain his light brown cheeks as she spoke. âIâm Elain,â she introduced, not bothering with last names or titles.Â
âWhat can I do for you?â He asked, back to business, gesturing around his forge. Elain was instantly drawn to the battle axes leaning against the wall, although they were all probably much too heavy for her to lift.Â
Lucien scrunched his nose, âI was hoping to show Elain some of our more interesting Autumn magic, maybe buy myself a dagger.âÂ
Castor huffed a laugh. âMore knives? I suppose you havenât changed all that much.â He faced Elain, amusement lining his handsome features. âEris used to drag your poor mate here to watch me make weapons, heâd sit right on the counter, legs crossed, the most well behaved youngling Iâd ever seen.â He shook his head at the memory, and Elain could imagine it clearly. She knocked her shoulder playfully against Lucienâs arm.Â
âEris swears I was a little monster,â Lucien laughed, thinking about some of the better times in his past, Elain was sure.Â
âYour brotherâs a liar,â Castor waved a hand dismissively, âI should know.â He flashed Elain a shy smile, another blush on his cheeks as he made his way behind the counter once more. âTake a look around,â he offered, âlet me finish the blade I was working on and Iâll be right with you.â He was doing it for her benefit, surely, and Elain was glad he was taking the time to do so. She had not expected kindness in the Autumn Court, but was increasingly surprised by how much she liked spending time in a place she had been convinced she would despise.Â
Elain watched with fascination as Castor forged the long piece of metal into a sword. Time passed, but she could not be sure how much. He explained in great detail what he was doing, and she enjoyed the small lesson. Lucien told her about the history of blacksmiths in Autumn, declaring with great confidence that they had the best metalworkers in all of Prythian. Elain believed him, unsure how anyone could be more talented than those who possessed flame in their blood.Â
Once Castor had finished with the sword, Lucien took Elain to a shelf with daggers, asking for her opinion on which one was nicest. She chose one with diamonds along the silver hilt, surprised at how easily her mate encouraged her to swipe at the air with it, doing the same afterwards when he told her to lift one of the battle axes she had been eying.Â
The genuine encouragement shocked her momentarily. Elain could not imagine her family allowing her to even touch one in Night. She did not like violence, but she had always been charmed by things that were lovely.Â
âYou forged all of these?â Elain asked Castor, forgetting herself entirely as she dropped to her knees in front of a particularly beautiful axe. She imagined swinging it at Beron, at how absurd it would have been to any onlookers. She could admit that it would have solved the problem with her and Lucienâs ever more quickly approaching wedding. She traced the ancient writing on the silver, making sure to keep her fingers away from the sharp edge. Castor hummed his response, and Elain smiled back at him. âTheyâre very pretty.âÂ
âIf you like the axe so much, I can buy it for you,â Lucien offered, she could hear the joke in his tone, feel the amusement that trickled down the bond. Elain would not have been able to lift the axe in front of her even if all their lives depended on it.Â
âMaybe next time,â Elain said with a smile, gripping Lucienâs outstretched hand to stand up. She straightened her skirts as Lucien paid for his dagger, and Elain figured it was probably getting late.Â
Castor wished them well, ordering them to return again and to tell Eris to show his face in the city more often. As they walked out of the blacksmithâs shop, Elain waved, hoping they would be back soon. It was almost surprising that she would want such a thing, especially since when she imagined returning, Lucien was at her side. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind, deciding it would be best to examine it at a different time.Â
âYou up for one last stop?â Lucien asked, offering her his arm like a perfect gentleman.Â
Elain hooked her elbow through his, smiling as she nodded her head.Â
Once again, he led her through quieter streets, and now that the sun was just about ready to hide behind the horizon, torches slowly sparked to life as faeries rushed home for the evening.Â
Lucien turned a corner and Elain would have stopped in her tracks to marvel at the sight in front of them had he not continued his steady steps forward.Â
There were no more shops and houses, no more people, only endless forest. Different types of trees created a thick maze, one Elain would not have dared approach otherwise. It was ancient, thrumming with a magic she recognised as belonging to Lucien, to his family.Â
The path they were walking on was lined with jewelweed and it did not end until it reached a fountain carved from pale stone, the last faerie-made object before Autumn overtook her line of sight.Â
It was romantic, so thoughtful. No one had ever done anything so kind for her, certainly not anyone she had been courting. She had to remind herself that Lucien was doing no such thing, that they were simply good friends spending a day together.Â
Water fell from each layer of stone, but it looked like burnished gold, like something out of a story. She could not help the breathless âohâ that fell from her lips, moving away from her mate and towards the fountain.Â
âFrom the coins,â Lucien explained. âOne wish in exchange for a mark made of gold.â With a flash of his sunbright magic, two coins appeared in his hand and he offered them to her with a little bow at the waist.Â
Elain was so unbelievably grateful for the effort he had gone to in order to show her the place he had been raised in, her heart was pounding as her eyes fell to the male she had never wanted as her mate.Â
My mate.Â
Elain did not reach for the coins, she simply got onto the tips of her toes. Placing her hand on Lucienâs shoulder to keep her balance, she heard as the breath caught in his throat, she felt as shock filtered down the bond.Â
Elain pushed aside her nerves, let her eyes flutter shut, as she gently pressed her lips to the corner of Lucienâs mouth. She was not yet bold enough to take the things she wanted, her upbringing warring with instinct.Â
âLucien,â she said softly as his one hand came to rest on her waist. She kissed him again, in the same spot, feeling the scar that cut through his full bottom lip. She urged him to take control, pressed herself entirely against him. He was familiar and she was struck with the feeling that she had known him in a different life, that the fates existed and she would have found a way to meet Lucien under any circumstances.Â
Lucienâs hand fell to her hip and he brushed his mouth against hers. Elain wrapped an arm around his neck, the taste enough to make her release a whimper. She could hardly remember the last time anyone had made her feel good about herself, confident.Â
Elain returned the kiss, starved for her mate, desperate to be closer to him. She traced the seam of his lips with the smallest flick of her tongue, pulling away as pure desire roared through her veins. Unable to face Lucien just yet, she put her face against his chest, and he hugged her in return.Â
âToday was really nice,â she murmured, an understatement. She would remember the day they had spent together for the rest of her immortal life, would look back on it fondly, with no regrets. Elain felt as he hummed in response, the sound ringing in her ears. âThank you,â she added.Â
âYou still want to make your wish?â Lucien asked, his voice strained. Elain smiled at the effect she seemed to have on him, glad that it was at least mutual.Â
She moved away, letting her fingers trail along his shoulder before she reached for the gold coins he held out for her. His heart was beating rapidly, the rhythm matching her own.Â
Elain took the one coin, still not meeting his eyes. She tucked a stray curl behind her pointed ear, biting her lip. âWhat should I wish for?âÂ
âFor whatever you like,â he replied with an elegant shrug. âJust donât tell anyone after.â He tossed the golden mark, and Elainâs ears strained to hear the sound of it hitting the water. She was curious as to what he might have wished for, but she knew the superstition and feared he would simply tell her if she asked him to share.Â
Elain took a deep breath, considering her wish carefully. She hoped Lucien and her could return to the city, that they could spend more time together exploring the Autumn Court.Â
Elain traced the rim of the coin with her finger, confident in her wish. She could feel Lucienâs eyes on her as she threw it towards the fountain.Â
Elain watched as the coin seemed to flash in the light of the setting sun, falling into the gentle stream of water, golden like the bridge that connected her soul to Lucienâs. Â
#DATE NIGHT FOR ELUCIEN#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#elucien#lucien vanserra#elain archeron#autumn court#ashes writes sometimes#elain archeron x lucien vanserra#all you have is your fire#thank you a million times for reading <3
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i'm a worst case kid / in a plague pit town
zutara month, day 1: reluctant allies
summary: ever-slight canon-divergence in which zuko accepts katara's offer to heal iroh after feeling his too-weak, dying pulse, as his injury is bad enough zuko is unsure he will survive otherwise. not much else changes. it was never going to.
warnings: canon-typical depictions of injury, violence, and trauma responses.
other notes: title is a lyric taken from tommy lefroy's "worst case kid". starting pov is zuko's, ending pov is katara's. two pieces of dialogue are directly taken from the show.
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The wind is whistling in this dry, abandoned, dead town, dead likeâ
Zuko does not shiver, and he does not cry.
He used to be able to tell himself things like that and mean it. When did that stop being true?
Uncleâs pulse is so faint, for a moment, he thinks it isnât there at all. Even when he feels it, he knows it might as well not be. He might not have long at all.
Zuko hears the other footsteps approaching, their silence loud and almost mournful, but he bristles on instinct. They canât see him like this, canât see Uncle like thisâhow could he be so stupid as to turn his back on the enemy?Â
âGet away from us!â he shouts as he looks back. Theyâre all staring at his uncleâs prone form, and Zuko turns back to him, too, heaving heavy breaths. He needs to do something, but he is weak, useless, outnumberedâ
âZuko, I can help,â the waterbender insists, and Zuko wants to snarl, yell, reach for his fire, and he raises his hand to do soâand frowns.Â
What does she mean?
He looks back to where Uncle lies prone.
A heartbeat shouldnât feel like that. The Dragon of The West shouldnât go down so easily.
Uncle shouldnât be able to seem so small and worn and fragile.
Slowly, Zuko lowers his hand and looks to her striking blue eyes. Thereâs no pity or malice there, he doesnât think, she just looks⌠still cautious and unyielding, but sad and sincere, too.
Heâs fallen for tricks like this before, thoughâAzula has always loved how easily she could fool himâand it feels a little like heâs standing on the edge of a steep precipice.
It would be naive to just⌠trust the word of an enemy. She has no reason to want to help him. He knows this.
The rest of them still watch his uncleâs maybe-dying form, but the waterbending girl stares at Zuko unflinchingly, almost as though in challenge.
Uncle groans brokenly, the noise like that of a wounded animal.Â
âHow?â
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The world is dead silent.
The prince of the Fire Nation is staring at her with tears threatening to fall from his right eye, though not the left, which is twitching lightly. Sheâs never before noticed how he canât seem to open it fully due to the scar tissue set against it. Sheâs never had much reason to take in his features as anything more than the face of their enemy.Â
His gaze is still steely and untrusting. In this light, his scar looks violently red and painful. He asks after her offer with a voice that cracks, though he doesnât seem to pay that any heed. His hair is short but growing in, and heâs traded out his Fire Nation attire for earthly green and brown robes. He looks so different from when they last saw him.Â
He looks so⌠young.
Itâs all a little bizarre.
âBe careful, Katara,â Sokka insists from behind her, though when she glances back, his focus is on Iroh, a complicated expression playing on his features. Aang is staring at him, too, eyes wide and verging on teary. She doesnât yet know Toph very well, but Katara can tell her body is rigid, her feet tense as her toes curl into the dusty ground beneath them. Toph doesnât know that Iroh has been their enemy. But Iroh also helped them at the North Pole, and again just now against that princess, Zukoâs sister, she supposes, with her calculating eyes and strange blue fire.
Katara nods but says nothing further. If Zuko was going to make a move against them, he could have done it when his sister vanished.
They had turned away from their futile attack against her, and heâd already been kneeling at his uncleâs side.
She approaches slowly, circling to the side opposite him. When she kneels and reaches for her waterskin, Zuko nearly growls and takes hold of the edge of Irohâs sleeve tightly, like he might try to drag him away.
âIâm not going to hurt him,â Katara says, flush with indignation. The dirt beneath her chafes her knees even through her clothing. âI need space to heal.â
âIâm not moving, so forget it.â
Katara tilts her head and looks into his eyes as he glares back. He now looks every bit the angry, hateful prince that had tracked them around the world for months, but she can see something else filtering through his expression, too, something like fear.
She almost wants to laugh at the absurdity of it. Why should he be afraid of them?
âFine,â she allows after a moment. âJust donât get in the way.â
He nods tightly, and at the agreement, Katara opens her waterskin. She calls the water to her and sets it against Irohâs the right side of his chest, his robes black and charred. Closing her eyes, she calls out to his chi and focuses her energy on it. She doesnât know if she can do it, doesnât know if Iroh is truly too far goneâŚ
After a few long moments, his breathing evens, and Katara sighs. Across from her, Zukoâs features soften just a fraction, but when she meets his eyes, somehow, she knows exactly what they both are thinking, united in nothing but this.
It doesnât change anything, Katara's thoughts insist as her friends draw closer. Zuko tenses again. It canât.
#zutaramonth2024#atla#zutara#my fic#zutara month day 1: reluctant allies#trigger: violence.#trigger: injury.#trigger: trauma responses.#jic#advenures in fic writing#i'm a worse case kid / in a plague pit town#me saying i wasn't going to do this. y'know. like a Liar#zuko#katara#zuko & iroh#aang#toph#iroh#sokka#my intricate tagging system falling apart rip#the chase#if i decide i like these enough i might clean them up and put some of them on ao3. We Will See#azula#i saw the prompt and thought hm. might as wel play around in the ep thatâs already swimming in Brief Reluctant Allies
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All for the Cameras
Chapter 5
Finnick Odair x reader
This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. đĽ°
Chapter summary: we'll find a bit more about the reader's past.
Chapter warnings: murder, threat, well.. it's the Hunger Games.
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"Hi, my love."
"Finnick." I shortly reply, using all my strength not to look at him.
There's a short pause before he speaks up.
"What did he want?" He asks.
"To remind me that after we're married I'll be... his." I sigh.
"He wishes." He lets out a soft laugh and I follow, "you look good in that." He then says, nodding to my outfit.
"I'll let you borrow it sometimes." I joke and he chuckles.
"Switching clothes... I like it. I'm sure you'd look a lot better with this on than me." He points at the fish net tied around him.
"Well, the Capitol seemed to appreciate you in it."
"I thought I've been clear earlier," he starts to get closer, "your eyes are the only ones I care about," he lifts my chin up to look at him, "and your lips are the only thing I can think of."
"Finnick..." I weakly warn and he pulls away, going to lean against the opposite wall.
"I could be dead in a week..." he starts.
"Don't say that..."
"I could be dead in a week," he ignores me, "and all I can think about is you. Being with you. All the things I would love to do to you right here, right now... well... actually all night and everywhere, "he laughs embarrassed, I don't think I've ever seen him embarrassed like this before, "I would love to scream to the world how much..."
"Stop it." I basically order him.
"I could be dead in a week." He bitterly laugh, "and I can't even get a kiss."
"Finnick..."
"I'm not blaming you, I want you to know that. If I were to kiss you right now, I don't think I would be able to stop and... they would probably catch us and... they could hurt you. Because I could be dead in a week, but you might have a chance anyway."
I just hug him. Tightly, like if I were to let go he would disappear forever. When I feel his arms around me, I sigh, feeling safe. He kisses the top of my head, holding me just as tight.
I pull away just enough to look at him.
"Don't you ever say that again, you hear me? I hear you say it again and I will kill you myself." I warn him, tears threatening to fall.
"Yes, ma'am." He smiles.
I nod and pull away completely, blinking away the tears.
"Tomorrow morning the training sessions start at 8. Not that you need any, but... it might be a good chance to make allies." I tell him, "just... put the flirting aside, okay?"
"Jealous?" He teases.
"I'm just trying to keep you alive, at least, until the beginning for the Games." I tease back, earning a laugh from Finnick.
"You can joke about it and I can't?"
"You weren't joking, Finnick." I reminds him.
"You're right." He smiles, guilty, "Thank you."
The elevator signals we're at 12's apartments.
"I thought you press for 4."
"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let a woman go home on her own?" He smirks.
I roll my eyes, failing in hiding a smile.
"Go get some sleep, gentleman." I say.
"Yes, ma'am."
The doors close and I head to the kitchen to get a drink.
"Well, hello." Haymitch greets me from his spot on the couch.
"Tell me you didn't finish the liquor already." I joke walking to the cupboard to take a glass.
"I actually prepared a glass for you," he tells me, showing me the glass, "c'mon. "
I playfully roll my eyes and walk to sit on the couch with him.
We just sit there. Keeping each other company until it's so late we can't do anything but go to sleep.
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I walk around each station of the training rooms to see if anyone need help, but as expected, no one does. They all probably know this place like the back of their hand, being first tributes and then mentors.
I keep an eye on Katniss and Peeta, to see if they're actually putting an effort in making allies... Katniss especially.
I see them walking around, inspecting the other tributes. A good part of the tribute is trying to show off, to intimidate them, most likely. I see Johanna smirking in Katniss' direction, so I look up at Plutarch sighing. Making Katniss trust any of them is gonna be harder than expected... a lot harder.
Peeta is now talking with one of the Morphlings, by the camouflage station, while Katniss is talking to Wiress and Beetee.
In my opinion they're a good choice, they're brilliant, but they're not very strong, and they need some strength too. Unfortunately the strongest one are also the cockiest one.
Speaking of cocky victors... I can't seem to find Finnick anywhere.
But I notice Katniss walking to Mags.
I would choose Mags, but because I know about the plan... Katniss doesn't, I don't understand what she's doing.
I keep on watching everyone until I feel a presence behind me.
"What do you think her strategy is?" Finnick asks from next to me.
"I... I have no idea." I sigh defeated. "But I can't exactly blame her."
"How so?"
"Look at everyone. Each victor either has a cocky, a challenging grin, or a hateful grin on their faces. Not very welcoming. Especially when she has to choose who to trust." I explain.
"That's her only choice though." He replies.
"I know," I sigh again and turn to look at him, noticing just now the rope around his neck, "what the hell is that?"
"What?" He fakes innocence.
"I told you, not to joke about it." I sigh annoyed, walking away from him. Noticing Katniss went into the simulator.
"I was just practicing," He laughs, "you know this is the best knot to learn for the arena."
"I swear, half of the time all I want to do is punch you." I shake my head, stopping to watch Katniss practice.
"And the other half?" He asks, and I don't have to look at him to know he's smirking, proud of himself.
"Punch you harder." I tease back, earning a surprised chuckle from him.
As Kantiss starts more people gather around to watch too.
"She has trust issues, doesn't she?" Johanna stands beside me, looking ahead.
"Maybe don't smirk while wielding an axe next time." I sarcastically reply and she scoffs.
We all stand watching Katniss using her skills and once she's done, everyone is at least impressed, which makes me smirk, proudly. Wiress is actually cheering, clapping her hands and that makes me smile genuinely.
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"Good news!" Haymitch cheers as we enter the apartment. "At least half of the Tributes want you as an ally."
"Well, they saw her shoot." Peeta adds.
"Well, sweetheart, you got your pick of the litter." Haymitch tells her.
"Choose carefully." I suggest.
"I want Wiress and Beetee. " She states, with no hesitation.
"Johanna calls them 'Nuts' and 'Volts'." Peeta says.
"They're still the smarter out there. And you need smart." I, subtly, scold him.
"Well, okay, good. Now who else?" Asks Haymitch.
"Mags."
I have no argument to defend her choice... unfortunately.
Peeta turns around, frustrated. Well, I'd be too.
"All right, fine, then no one." Katniss sternly says.
Haymitch and I share a look. We already know we will have to do it ourselves.
"I'll tell them you're still making up your mind." He says before walking away and I follow him, after sending a reassuring smile to Peeta.
"What should we do?" Haymitch asks, once we're alone.
"We will have to make allies for them." I answer, crossing my arms.
"Yeah," he sighs, "I'll start with Johanna, you talk to Finnick."
"You talk to Finnick, I'll talk to Johanna." I tell him.
"And why's that?" He mimics me, crossing his arms, there's a smirk growing on his face.
"... no reason." I avoid his eyes.
"Mh mh..." he hums, "Are you going to be attending the solo performances?"
"Nope." I answer, "I have...wedding duties to attend to."
"Fuck..." he swears, "I don't wanna be in your shoes, princess."
"Yeah... tell me about it." I groan, fighting the urge to pull at my hair.
"What's the plan?"
"Venue hunting... I think... I don't know" I let out a puff, "or maybe, Cal wants to tell me what he decided."
"Sounds more like it." He pulls me to him for a reassuring side hug, "it's his wedding, after all."
"Yeah." I laugh, and pull away, "I'm just an accessory. He will probably decide my dress too."
"Of course he will." He sighs, before he can say more, an Avox approaches up with an envelope in hand, handing it to me.
"Speak of the devil..." I sigh, opening Cal's letter.
"I'm sure the devil would be offended by that." Haymitch playfully scolds me.
"Sorry, I'll apologise when I see him. I'd gladly go to hell than meet up with Cal." I joke back, still reading the letter. "He's apparently waiting for me... eagerly."
"How romantic." He mutters, "will you be here tonight? For the scores?"
"I hope so." I say, "I'll make sure of it."
"Still be careful, princess." He nods his head, "and keep..."
" 'those eyes open', I know." I wink and walk away to the elevator, hoping the day will faster than I hope.
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I don't have time to even walk out of the elevator that Cal's hand is already grabbing my wrist, excitedly leading me to the big table in his huge apartment, where a well dressed man and two assistants, I think, stand.
"Come, come, my sweetness. Mr Travers, here, was just about to tell me a great news, apparently." Cal makes me sit in a chair in front of him, so he can rest his hands on my shoulders. The gesture only makes me feel more trapped.
"Oh, yes, yes." Mr Travers nods, proudly holding his hand out to his assistant, who immediately hands him a paper. "I was coming here with the intention of showing you the options I gathered for your special day, but..."
Capitol people and their fucking theatrical manner...
"But..?" Cal presses, getting impatient.
"But I received a call this morning, just when I put the last picture in the bag... from our so loved President Snow." Mr Travers announces and I tense, "he had an incredible idea, as always. He offered his mansion as a venue for your wedding." He put the photo of the mansion down on the table.
Of fucking course.
"Really?" Cal's hold on me feels even tighter than before... maybe it is, or maybe it's just Snow's control caging me in.
Once the man nods enthusiastically, Cal shouts excited.
"That's wonderful!" He turns to me, "isn't it?"
"Wonderful." I repeat with a forced smile.
"How generous!" He comments.
"He also offered to..." again with the theatre.
"Well?"
"He volunteer to formalise the wedding himself."
"He said that?" I ask, shocked.
"Exact words." Travers nods.
'Volunteer'...
"It's going to be amazing," Cal is back behind me, his hands around my neck in what could seem an affectionate gesture, stroking my skin gently, but it's actually more suffocating than a snake hold.
They both go on and on and on talking about the wedding, as if I'm not even here.
The cake's gonna be like this, the chairs like that, the flowers, the centre-piece, the food, the music...
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, real quick, excuse me." I say standing up, and hurrying to the bathroom near the bedroom.
I try to take deep breath, looking at the time, the solo performances are about to finish. I need to find an excuse to get out. They're not even asking me anything... I scoff at my reflection in the mirror, then I wash my face and open the door.
I gasp when I come face to face with Cal.
"Cal!" I exclaim, immediately faking a laugh. "What..."
"He's gone. We almost got through everything." He tells me.
"Already?" I ask, pretending to be sad I lost it.
"Yeah, gotta be prepared. We should get married when the Quartel Quell is over, and we don't know how long it will last. Maybe two days or two weeks.. gotta be prepared." He smiles.
"Of course." I nod, "well, then I should go. I have to be present, you know, when they announce the scores."
I try to walk past him, but he doesn't move a muscle, enjoying the closeness.
He wraps an arm around my waist to pull me even closer, leaning down so our noses touch.
"How about..." he starts, "you stay here a little longer, uh? We could have some fun together. It's been a while."
"I wish... I really do," I try to come up with the most sorry expression I can, "but I do need to get back. And since we finished earlier than expected, I should take advantage of that. I still have a duty to do."
"Oh please! I miss you." His hold gets a little tighter and he pouts, "Stay. I miss you, I miss your touch... your body... fuck... you still have no idea what you do to me, don't you?"
"Cal, trust me, no one is more sorry than I am, but I have a job to do," I cup his cheek with one hand and he leans into my touch, "Snow counts on me."
"Not even a few minutes?" He tries again and I shake my head, "Okay..."
"I'm sorry." I say, even though inside I'm hitching to run out of here.
I gently pull away from him and walk to the living room to grab my jacket, all of this feeling his eyes on me, constantly.
"I'll go now." I turn to him, to check if he is far enough for my liking and walk back to the elevator.
"Sure."
Before I can walk into the elevator, he grabs my hand, spin me to face him and crashes his lips on mine. His hands grabs everything he can reach. I try to push him off, as subtly as I can, but his touch just intensifies.
Thankfully, before I start to fully panic, he pulls away, just a little, still touching my lips with his, slightly.
"Once we're married..." he pants, "I'm never... ever letting you go." He lets out a breathless chuckle that only makes my skin crawl. "And, hopefully, I'll have no more competition for your attention. I'll make sure of it."
"Yeah." Is all I can say.
Once the elevator's doors open I rush in.
Finally the doors are fully closed and I can breath again.
'I'll make sure of it.' He said...
Finnick.
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"Hey," Peeta is the first one to greet me as I walk back into the apartment, "you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Uh? Yeah... yeah, all fine." I force out a smile, I notice Haymitch watching me carefully, with a look that seems to say 'we'll talk about it' and I just nod, "so... what did I miss?"
"Oh these two basically put a big target o their own backs." Haymitch states.
"We didn't..." Peeta starts, but Haymitch stops him.
"Our Baker here painted little Rue on the floor. Girl on fire over there hanged a mannequin," he pauses, "after painting Seneca Crane's beard and name on it."
I'm lost for words, I look at both Peeta and Katniss, Peeta doesn't meet my eyes, he doesn't seem remorseful, but still he probably doesn't want to see my discontent. Katniss look at me, no trace of remorse or sorrow, but kind of proud.
"Not a smart move, I give you that," I say to Haymitch who nods thankful, "but it was a damn brave one."
Haymitch looks at me dumbfounded and shakes his head, defeated.
Katniss softly smiles at me and Peeta finally look up at me with a proud grin.
"It's starting." Effie tells us, and we all gather in front of the TV and Ceasar starts listing the tributes' scores
"Has anyone ever received a 0?" Katniss wonders.
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It's 12's turn.
"Oh god..." I scoff at the perfect 12 score for both Peeta and Katniss.
"Here, I present to you," Haymitch points at the TV, "the consequences.'
"What do you mean?" Peeta asks.
"They didn't give you a perfect 12 because they were impressed by your performances." I say.
"They did that to make sure that now the other Tributes know who to aim for." Haymitch finishes. "Both of you."
I see Haymitch sends an accusatory look at Katniss knowing they just made our job at protecting Peeta harder.
"Well, the damage is done... better go all to get some sleep." I say with a sigh, "we'll have enough time tomorrow to get ready for the interviews."
Everybody nods and walks to the respective rooms. Effie walks past me, squeezing my hand, reassuringly, I smile at her and watch her go.
I turn around to Haymitch, already looking at me.
"Drink?" He sighs, I nod and follow him to the kitchen.
I sit by the counter as he pours two glasses of wine, I think... I don't really care.
"Thanks." I say as he hands me a glass.
"What happened?" He finally asks, sitting with me.
"Well... for starters the wedding venue is going to be, by courtesy of our kind President, his mansion." I start, then take a bug gulp of wine.
"How kind." Haymitch sarcastically comments.
"Then, since he is, oh so kind and oh so selfless, he will be the one to make us husband and... wife." I say the last part with a shudder.
"Control freak."
I nod and take another big gulp of alcohol.
"But I don't think that's what got you so jumpy." He puts his glass down and gives me his full attention.
"Cal was going through everything with the planner quickly, and they finished just as quickly, so I took the chance and said my goodbye. He caught me off guard and... well he kissed me and he then said he can't wait to be married and all... with no competition," I take a shaky breath, "he said he'd make sure of it."
There's a heavy silence, then Haymitch takes my hand.
"The fisherman is too stubborn to let some spoiled cunt take him out. In any way possible." He reassures me and I can't help, but smile at his choice of word.
"Yeah... maybe you're right." I say squeezing his hand grateful.
"He can't do anything to him from here. He can pay whoever he wants... but your man is hard to get rid of." He winks and I roll my eyes, "you should know that."
"He... he is not my man. Okay? I'm just worried." I defend myself.
"Sure... sure." He stands up to walk to his room, "get some sleep. So tomorrow you can warn 'not your man'. Just in case."
"Shut up."
He turns his back to me, but still raises his glass to me, and I softly laugh.
I decide to go sit by the window, to clear my head or just distract myself.
As I sit by the window with my glass, I take the remote so I can change the view. I skip a few until I get to one that actually makes me relax: the shore.
As I look out towards the artificial view I can't help to think back at when Finnick was announced winner of his Games.
After he was brought back, I managed to let him have a moment to realise he won. That time he hugged like he was afraid of being taken away again. He cried his eyes out as I tried all I could to reassure him. None of us knew what would've happened a few years later...
I almost drop the glass in my hand when I hear someone approaching. I relax once I notice it's Katniss.
"Hi." She says, "didn't mean to scare you."
"You never do." I gently smile at her, "is it the only way we can actually spend some time together?" I jest, remembering the night on the train.
"I'm afraid so." She jokes, "I needed a glass of water."
"Did Peeta need one too?" I ask, pointing to the two glasses in her hands. She seems taken off guard, but doesn't answer, she just puts the glasses down and come sit with me.
"Can I ask you a favour?" She softly says.
"I will try my best to save Peeta. Well, I'll try to get you both as far as I can, anyway." I tell her, thinking that's what she wanted to ask.
"No... no, I know you will." She says, "I wanted to ask you...."
"What?" I look at her, trying to make her feel safe enough to speak up.
"Would you look after my family?" She finally asks. I'm a little take aback by that, but my body relaxes more, feeling my heart getting warmer because she trusts me enough to take care of her family.
"You didn't need to ask me that." I gently tell her, "I would've, regardless."
"Really?" She asks.
"Of course, Katniss... I..." I take a deep breath, "I know what it's like to feel helpless and not being able to protect your family."
She looks at me, confused. "What happened?"
"I had a brother, Ray." I say, my voice breaking a little, Katniss' features soften, "do you know how I became Snow's 'protĂŠgĂŠ'?"
She shakes her head.
"My parents worked for him, apparently they were both very loyal and hard working." I start to explain, "when they died, he thought to take us in, to show Panem how generous he was, you know. It was all good for a while, he kind of taught me a lot, unfortunately, but the problems started when he assigned me to help the mentors." Kantiss nods as I speak, attentive, "after a while I couldn't take it anymore. I always got attached to the tributes, and seeing them killed in the arena was... devastating. And I made the mistake of asking him if I could stop. He didn't like it."
"He killed your brother for that?" She asks, I notice tears in her eyes forming.
"He imprisoned him, and threatened if I said no to him again he would've killed him." I tell her, "so I had to keep on assisting the mentors. Then... Finnick won. Which was the happiest day of my life, not only because I didn't want him to die, but also because I thought that maybe... just maybe, Snow would've let me see my brother. He didn't." I take a shaky breath, "when I turned sixteen he asked me to do something, he wanted to give me another 'assignment'... one I really didn't want to do. He had my brother brought into his office... then he had him killed." I notice a tear falling from her eyes as I wipe my own away, "he kept his word. He showed me he always kept his word. I wanted to die in that moment, I wanted to attack him so the Peacekeeper would shoot me, but he predicted that. Told me if I tried to get myself killed in anyway all my friends would die... and my friends included the tributes. Mentors I met, and tributes who won and I accompanied during the victory tour."
"He got you caged." Katniss says softly and I nod. "I knew I misjudged you when I first met you. But I never thought..."
"I know." I sadly smile at her, "I never blamed you."
"I'm really sorry."
"He keeps say that it's the things we love the most that destroy us." I look out the window again, "which is true... but as members of the human race we can't live without love. So I guess we are doomed." I bitterly chuckle.
"Love also makes us strong."
We both turn around to see Peeta standing there.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I also didn't want to interrupt." He apologies, genuinely sorry.
"It's okay. I care about you both, I wanted to share my story with you for a while, but I mean... it's not something you just casually say." I shrug.
"No, it's not. Thank you for trusting us." Katniss says.
"No." I shake my head, "Thank you for trusting me."
They both smile at me.
"Do you want us to keep you company?" Peeta asks.
"Go get some sleep, you need it. I'm okay." I reassure them.
"It's not a problem." Katniss tries.
"I'm fine." I smile at her, "I better try to get some sleep myself, anyway."
I stand up, Katniss soon follows, and walk with them until we're in front of Peeta's room.
"Goodnight." I smile at them.
"Goodnight."
"'Night."
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I'm bouncing my leg as I wait for the elevator to stop at the 4th floor so I can finally talk to Finnick.
Once the doors open I rush in finding Finnick with Mags at the table. I stand here a moment, looking at how normal they look, talking. Like a family, and not like two people about to be sent into a deadly arena.
Then, Finnick's eyes move and lock with mine. His smile brightens for a moment, before noticing my fidgeting hands, then it turns serious.
"Y/n?"
Mags turns to me too, she stands up once she notices my nerves.
"I... I need to talk to Finnick." I say.
Mags walks past me, after giving my hands a good reassuring squeeze, then she leaves us alone.
"Is something wrong?" Finnick asks, standing up too and walking to me.
I lead him to the window so we can sit and talk.
"I... well...uh... yesterday I had to go see Cal," I start, and notice Finnick jaw already tensing, "for the wedding... he and the planner finished rather quickly and when I was leaving... uh..."
"Did he hurt you?" He asks, immediately looking for any sign on me.
"No, no, no." I quickly assure him, "it's what he said."
"What did he say?"
"He said he can't wait to marry me and to finally have me all to himself... with no competition." I look him in the eyes, he frowns, "he said he would make sure of it."
"What... what does it mean?" He asks.
"It means... you need to be more careful in the arena." I sternly say.
"Do you think he would try something?"
"I don't know. He does have enough money to corrupt any other Gamemaker, but the last word is always the Head Gamemaker, but... uh... just be careful." I say, with a soft voice, "Please..."
He looks at me with his sweet eyes and takes my hand in his.
"I will."
"Promise me." I literally order him.
He holds my hand tighter, serious eyes locked on mine.
"I promise you."
I nod, taking a deep breath, not relieved, but a little calmer.
"Thank you." I let out a big sigh and pull myself together, "Alright, uhm... the interviews will start at 8... the usual stuff, you know the drill.." I stand up.
"Thanks." He smiles, standing as well.
We look at each other, the world seems to disappear, his eyes are all I care about on this moment. I make the mistake of looking at his lips for a second, my eyes move quickly between his eyes and his lips, anxiously. He notices and comes closer, taking my hands once again.
"It's okay." He whispers.
"It's really not, but I appreciate the lie." I sadly chuckle, and he does too, caressing my hands.
"You're right, it's not okay. But it's not your fault." He reassures me, "okay?"
I nod and he pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me reassuringly.
"You're the one who has to fight for his life... and here you are... comforting me." I mutter, pulling away.
"Yeah, well... you're the one who'll have to deal with Cal Kingslay, not me." He jokes and I laugh, showing his slightly.
"Hard to tell which is worse." I play along.
I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder, I turn around to Mags worried face.
"It's okay." I tell her, she then points at me insistingly, "I am okay, I promise."
She smiles sweetly at me, then points at Finnick then at herself, with a determined look, to tell me she's going to take care of him in the arena.
"Take care of each other. Okay?" I ask her and she nods.
"We will." Finnick rubs my arm, comforting.
"Okay... okay, I do have to go and get my tributes ready" I tell them.
"We'll see you tonight then?" He asks as he leads me to the elevator.
"I'll be in the audience." I smile at him.
"The only reason to be on that stage tonight." He grins, "so I can properly look at you."
"Finnick.." I playfully warn him.
"What?" He fake innocence, "I will flirt with you for as long as I can."
"You're insufferable." I roll my eyes and enter the elevator. "Careful on what you say tonight."
He nods, a sweet childish smile grows on his face.
"I'll see you tonight, my love." He says just before the doors close, preventing me from scolding him more.
I shake my head and deeply sigh. As the elevator goes back up to 12, I start to think of a way to properly protect them all in the arena. I know Plutarch will help, but too much help will get suspicious... and if Cal manages to pay someone, it would get harder.
I'm not losing any of them.
I'm not losing him.
#the hunger games x y/n#the hunger games x reader#the hunger games imagine#the hunger games fic#the hunger games#finnick odair fic#finnick odair imagine#finnick x reader#finnick imagine#finnick odair#finnick odair x reader
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9. For One Night
Fandom: House of the Dragon
Series: Devious Opportunity
Pairing: (Aegon II Targaryen x Cousin! OFC Targaryen!)
Word Count: 1.5k
Notes: Incest, Aemond being an ass, talk about sex
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For the family dinner, it was quite awkward in the beginning before Viserys joined them. The table was split when it came to talking to each other. The greens talked only to themselves like the blacks were. When Viserys came in everyone stood at their chairs before sitting. Luckily for Aegon and Celeste they sat next to each other because Jace switched spots with her. They just knew they had to act a bit so Alicent and Otto wouldn't do or say anything.
"How good it is... to see you all tonight... together." Viserys says looking at everyone at the table.
After praying they toast to the celebration of the boys and girls being betrothed and Luke being future Lord of the Tides. "Jace, you do know how the act is done, I assume? If not you can ask either of us." Aegon decides to joke leaning across Celeste, "I can teach you how to get her moa-,"Â
Celeste smacks his leg under the table, "Knock it off." She gives him a look.
"I'm just having fun."
"I don't need to hear about you two. I really don't." Jace whispers back to him and Aegon laughs.
Celeste still gives him a look as he tries to stop his laughing, "You are so childish." She shakes his head at him trying not to smile.
Viserys starts to stand up so everyone looks at him, "It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world... yet grown so distant from each other... in the years past." He sighs so Aegon takes Celeste's hand under the table. "My own face...is no longer a handsome one... if indeed it ever was. But tonight, I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king but your father. Your brother. Your husband... Your uncle and your grandsire." Viserys says then adds for them to please just get along for his sake.
Rhaenyra stands up next to raise her cup to Alicent for taking care of Viserys after all this time and apologizes. Alicent thanks her and says they have more in common than they think. She then stands up raising her cup telling her she'll make a fine queen.
Everyone drinks and Otto keeps his eyes on the two he wants to keep apart from each other, "I want to tell my father." Aegon whispers turning his head slightly towards Celeste.Â
She chokes on her drink a bit, "Are you insane?" She asks and Jace sees Otto and Aemond looking at the two so he stands up to raise his glass to get their attention off them.Â
"To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family's good health, dear uncles."
Next to stand was Helaena with a little toast to the ones betrothed saying it's not bad because in her case Aegon ignores her but she knows theirs will be better. "And to Celeste, I hope our daughters can become close in time." She smiles then sits back down.Â
Aegon stands up with his cup looking around, "To my nephews, I wish the best for you both in your marriages and futures. I at times think back to the memories we share. And to Celeste, " He looks at her so she looks up at him, "I'm glad to see you are doing well. It feels like just yesterday you were getting on me for being a pain in your ass. I wish you and your daughters the best." He drinks.
Once the music starts Jace gets up asking Helaena to dance and she accepts. On the way to the center of the room, she stops going to grab Celeste to join them. As the three playfully dance around Aegon turns around to look at them, well mostly Celeste. She sees him so she smiles over at him making he turn around to see Otto looking at him.Â
Celeste leaves the two walking over to Aegon putting her hand out to him, "Don't embarrass me now." She smiles so he gets up taking her hand spinning her around.
"What happened to not wanting me to get in trouble with them?" He asks as they dance.
"I think we can get away with it since the King wants us all to get along."Â
"You know, you are right." He smiles picking her up and spinning around.
As the two continue to dance and chat, Alicent looks over at them feeling guilty for making Aegon unhappy all this time. While watching, a handmaid walks in with the girls saying Dahlia had been screaming for her mother which made Astraea start to cry. Celeste takes them and her, Jace, Aegon and Helaena play with the two of them.
Suddenly it hits Alicent as she watches them all. If Jace wasn't the father who was? Celeste wasn't married to anyone or betrothed. That meant the twins were bastards and they were Aegon's daughters. The way he looked at them was completely different from the way he looked at Jaehaera.Â
At the same time, Viserys was looking around just happy to have his family with him. As his eyes landed on Celeste dancing with Dahlia and Aegon danced with Astraea. Yesterday she came by introducing the girls to him and he thought they were the cutest things. And now seeing the way how his son looked at them he knew the truth. It's the same look he had given Rhaenyra many many years ago when she was born.Â
Not feeling very well the guards help Viserys out of the room but he asks for Aegon first outside the room, "Don't lose her again...Don't let them go. For your dear old father...be happy with them." He says before leaving Aegon alone.
He looks over at Celeste going to take a seat at the table with the girls but Dahlia leaves her lap going to Luke wanting to be held. As Aegon takes his seat, Astraea, on her mothers lap, tugs on his sleeve. As he looks at her way he sees Luke chuckle at the pig on the table thinking back and it pisses Aemond off.
"Final tribute. To the health of my nephews: Jace... Luke... and Joffrey. Each of them...handsome, wise..." He paused and a few knew where he was going with it, "Strong."
"Aemond," Alicent says his name.
"Let us drain our cups to these three..." He raises his cup and Aegon raises his cup too but then puts it down with the next part, "Strong boys." He smiles, "And Celeste," He looks at her then at Aegon, "Luckily little Dahlia and Astraea will never know their drunk father truly."
That makes all hers, Aegon's, Rhaenyra's, Daemon's, and Alicent's jaws drop surprised he brought the twins into this as well now.
"I dare you to say that again." Jace speaks up, "And leave her daughters out of it."Â
"Why? Twas only a compliment. And I can toast to my little," Jace punches Aemond causing Luke to jump up passing Dahlia to Rhaena but Aegon jumps up to stop him holding him back.Â
"That's enough!" Alicent yells as Celeste rushes over to Dahlia, who starts to cry and Astraea starts as well, due to the sudden commotion.
The guards step in holding Jace and Luke back while Aegon moves to check on Dahlia. She moves from her mother to Aegon holding onto his leg slowing her crying down.
"Though it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs. Nor do they want the truth out about Dahlia and Astraea." Aemond turns to face the others.
Jace tries to rush at him and Celeste does the same after giving Aegon Astraea to hold, "Keep their names out of your mouth!" She shouts at him.
"You learned from the best." He smiles at her so she slaps him across the face and Daemon moves her back. She walks back over taking Astraea back as she reaches for her.
Rhaenyra tells everyone to go to their chambers so they leave and Aegon picks up Dahlia helping Celeste out. Otto rolls his eyes as they leave then Alicent walks over to Rhaenyra. "I think it's best if we get back to Dragonstone."
"You've only just arrived." Alicent takes her hand. Rhaenyra says let her take the children home then will come back alone on dragon back. "It's true, right? The girls being Aegon's?"
Rhaenyra nods her head, "He had snuck away to see her and they had a night together before she told him to move on." She tells her the truth, "You son loves my cousin, Alicent. I wish you could have seen that years ago." It was Alicent's turn to nod her head before Rhaenyra walks off.
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