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kirbsmakemesmile · 4 months ago

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I finally finished my Kirby gijinkaverse lore 😧

Remember, if you ask one question about the lore stuff after reading it all, I will draw one doodle of one character of your choice 😊😊😊

Send the questions through my ask box and your character request through my dms please!!!

Ok! Here we go! 😊😊 (please dont mind any typos)

Slight Tw: some described g0re, and implied plans of sui during one part

Ok let’s do this ok guys

Origins of Nightmare:

Nightmare was the original dark matter, and was always around because of peoples bad dreams. The thing is, they never fueled his growth because the fountain of dreams and the star rod was what kept him from becoming a huge threat. But, as generations had passed, the fountain of dreams became less of an important protective device, and more of a relic or a roadside attraction, to put it bluntly. The people had lost the knowledge of its meaning and didn’t value their peace anymore and they took it for granted, not even really acknowledging how good they had it. Anyway, a long time passed and nightmare is a puny threat to everyone, and he’s tired of it, so with what little power he’s saved up from aaallll that time saving up on bad dreams, he makes his move. He goes to popstar and shatters the star rod completely. And since the people didn’t acknowledge the importance of the star rod anymore, he went by basically unnoticed the whole time, and this began the start of chaos across the universe. Since nightmare grew to such a ginormous threat after the destruction of the star rod, the people figured they needed something big to defeat him too, and they created the GSA (Galaxy Soldier Army) and the star rod finally became a completely forgotten weapon.

Star rod and star people :

Nightmare became very successful in his plan to take over the universe at first, but because the star people (Kirby, Mk, etc.) were directly connected to the star rod (meaning they wish through the star rod, and so genetically they are connected) This is what made them a difficult species for nightmare to defeat because of the sheer power they had. (Unlike other species that would just wish on any shooting star and not the star rod) But the destruction of the star rod also had an effect on that too. The star rod allowed for wishing to be a very safe and reliable process, being able to wish any planet, any location, anytime.But without the star rod, you were not guaranteed this kind of safety, and now the children could be in danger during that process, sometimes even accidentally making wishes Wishing is a force of nature so the wish isn’t granted by a certain being, it just happens, the star rod kept that force in balance so without star rod it’s out of balance now. The wishing system is super screwed up so any large amount of emotion being said out loud could cause a wish. And the only reason why the babies of the star people were still being born with such power was because their parents still contained that star rod gene in them, so it still passed on through the wishing process. So in order for Nightmare to win, he had to destroy this species from the inside out.

Creation of Meta Knight:

Nightmares target became the firstborn child to the heads of the GSA (Sir Arthur and Lydia). So after the wish was made and the star had fallen to the ground, he made his move. He kidnapped the baby and took him to be experimented on. He turned him into a tracking device/ ambush plan, and gave him powerful, unnatural features that no other star person had. Nightmare later returned the baby to his parents, to be raised until the time was right for his plan to begin. He was raised along with three other siblings and was treated as a normal part of the family, so he never felt out of place. This was exactly what nightmare wanted

Nightmare’s plan:

At 25, Meta knight learned his true identity, through a vision from nightmare. He learned that he was a pawn to be used for nightmare’s efforts, and would be the downfall of the GSA. After finding out the truth, meta knight left the base feeling that he would be a disgrace to the GSA, and also out of fear that staying any longer would facilitate nightmare even more. However, this only opened the door. After he left, Nightmare took the opportunity to ambush the head GSA base and completely destroy it, as well as sending more beasts to meta knight after he had left to force him to return again in seek of refuge. Upon returning he saw that the base was completely destroyed and by leaving, he allowed that to happen (nightmare knew that if he didn’t leave, the ambush would be unsuccessful because the experiments he did on him made him a very skilled fighter, and nightmare needed that for his own gain, but against him he would not win). His family was nowhere to be found and neither were the other soldiers. So in this moment, nightmare physically appeared to him and tried to convince meta knight to join him. But after he refused, he took his eyes… (I’m sorry I don’t know how to describe it but he left him like severely injured like he actually ripped through his face and he was like horribly like lacerated on his face it was really bad and he was blinded like permanently).

Meta knight’s recovery:

He was left there for a while and he would’ve died, if he wasn’t found by two warriors (Jecra and Garlude) that came looking for others after surviving the ambush attack. They had their kids (Joe and Sirica) with them and were preparing things to to leave the planet with anyone they found. When they found him, they carried him into the ship and headed to one of the only peaceful planets left in the universe, Popstar. There, they cared for his wounds and helped him heal from actually being horribly ripped up and yeah.

Evil moment before warp saves him:

(Tw: implied plans of suicide in this part) After Meta knight was mostly recovered, he could only really see light, shadows, and vague shapes. His wounds had started the healing process and he was able to move around, so he left to the very edge of the woods, and he stayed there all day waiting until night. He contemplated the many things he had lost, his family was gone, his health and his vision had deteriorated, and the only life he had ever known turned out to be a lie. He went there in a bad mental state and didn’t think things could get better, so he planned to try and you know… yeah. After standing there for so long he broke down and he started like actually losing is like yelling like you are loud dude… basically just pouring out his heart in that moment of like sadness and confusion and wanting something to change the course of his life.

Warp star and star rod:

Now before I get back to the story I need to explain a little about warp. Warp star is a sentient being like galaxia, and she is also dually the star rod. After being broken, she had to be regenerated again because it’s just a law of nature, she exists with the universe no matter what, so she will always come back even if it’s in a different form. In order for her to be reborn though, she had to heal, and this process took years and years of regeneration. And for her to even be born, she had to choose a star person to be born with and to be her guardian for life, Kirby. This meant they both would rely on each other for power in the beginning stages of life (like how some sharks are born with a yolk sac, both rely on each other to an extent the shark needs food and the sac needs blood flow ☝️🤓). Anyways, Kirby and warp would be born together and that made Kirby her guardian, she is his galaxia.

Kirby:

Okay so remember how I said the wishing system was screwed up because warp wasn’t there to keep it in balance YOULL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENS 😧😧 When Meta knight started pouring out his heart, it was read as a wish, and so Kirby was sent down to him, and he accidentally made a wish.😧 Kirby was born with warp star in his hands and they relied on each other as a source of power. So meta knight found the fallen star and realized exactly what had happened.

Post wish stuff:

After hearing him out in the forest, Jecra and Garlude were able to find him and Kirby and took them back home to be taken care of. They helped him raise Kirby in the beginning stages, and helped fashion a visor to be put in his mask that allowed him to see light and shapes in a little higher definition, which helped him navigate better and see Kirby a little more.

First 5 years:

For the first 5 years in cappytown raising Kirby, things go very smoothly. Meta knight starts training with Kirby in order for him to get his agility and skill back, and hoping that Kirby may learn from him as well. He has learned about Kirby’s copy abilities, and has become a fully involved father in Kirby’s life. (He’s so devoted because while it seemed that this was another stumbling block in his life, it was exactly what he wished for in the sense that he wanted something to happen that would completely change the course of his life) Also in cappytown, Dedede has barely become king and is just now learning to handle the throne (this is important for later)

After 5 years:

After a long and peaceful 5 years living with his son in cappytown, Meta knight received a notice from the GSA notifying former soldiers and warriors that their presence was needed urgently for the next attempt to to defeat nightmare. They claimed that the GSA had made changes to its system to ensure a “safer” environment for people with kids and were convinced that this time they would win against nightmare. Feeling obligated, and also a little hopeful of maybe seeing his family again, he left with Kirby to help the cause.

The issue with the GSA:

After the ambush at the head base of the GSA it seemed that Sir Arthur and the rest of meta knights family had perished during the ambush, but it’s actually all the contrary. When the ambush happened they were able to escape using one of the ships, and they left to one of the only other peaceful planets in the universe, Ripplestar. But because meta knight had left before the ambush, they couldn’t find him, and assumed that he died during the attack as well. So why didn’t they come back to help this second time? Arthur’s leadership in the GSA prevented people from serving that had small children, or people that physically could not serve, and he just had a very good handle on the leadership in the GSA, because he knew that yes the cause was good, but soldiers are still people, not machines. He valued everyone and after the ambush he felt he had failed the GSA in the sense that some fault in his leadership allowed for the ambush to happen, so he resigned his position to take care of his family, and removed himself from the GSA entirely. So what’s the deal with the GSA now? This new system that made the GSA a “safer environment” was really all just propaganda to get as many people to fight for freedom in the universe. And while in theory yes it’s good, like let’s get people to fight for the good, they forgot the importance of valuing each soldier as a person, and they really only just needed numbers. So what they did for people with kids was, they created a ship that would send your kid into space for years, until the war was finally over. The kids would be in cryo sleep the entire time until their ship was programmed to land, and when they landed they would be granted the knowledge of what happened to their family/ parents.

2nd war:

When Meta knight arrived to serve in the 2nd war, he realized what would happen and had no other choice but to rely on the GSA’s technology to protect Kirby. The second way started out promising, but turned out to be the most unsuccessful attempt yet. By pushing their soldiers to the limit, they overworked them and it was just bad. That’s why there were so little survivors in the end.

Garlude:

Let me pose to you this situation okay, we have Garlude, and she is the best warrior okay (it literally says that in the anime) and we have another really good warrior, Meta knight, and they’re both gonna get this legendary sword okay. Logically Garlude would not lose, and she would get the sword right? At least that’s what everyone was thinking right. Anyways, when they get there, they start fighting this monster to get the sword and he gets caught and is about to die, but this gives Garlude an opportunity to grab Galaxia to retrieve it successfully, but through trying to get Galaxia, she finds out the sword was not meant for her, she gets shocked and realizes Galaxia was meant for him. Unfortunately she has no other choice but to grab the sword and use it to help meta knight, because he’s losing really bad. So she sacrifices herself by using the sword to free meta knight, and she’s electrocuted. While this didn’t kill her at first, it made her extremely weak, and vulnerable to the monster, ultimately leading to her demise. So when Meta knight, a great warrior but not the best, comes back with Galaxia but no Garlude, don’t you think rumors would start? I think it’s worth thinking about. This is how Sirica, got the wrong idea about meta knight, and how Nightmare continued reminding Meta knight of his purpose and how he would always be used against the GSA and the warriors no matter what. He was the cause of one of his closest friends’ death.

Jecra:

Jecra’s death was a statement from Nightmare to Meta knight, once again reminding him who he really was. Jecra was kidnapped during an attack by some of nightmares beasts, and he was turned evil by nightmare. Upon returning, meta knight realized exactly what had happened to him and it was like looking in a mirror, he saw what nightmare had planned for him, and desperately tried snapping Jecra out of it, but it didn’t work. Meta knight had no other choice but to go against Jecra in battle. This resulted in him having to kill his only other friend left. Once again making him the cause of his friends’ death. All of because nightmare never wanted him to forget his identity and purpose.

After the second war:

At the end of the second war, most of the warriors in the GSA had died and there were very few survivors, including Meta Knight. He escaped and once again headed to popstar to seek refuge. This is basically where the anime starts

KRBAY:

The show is basically what this time was like from Kirby’s point of view, he sees dedede and a scary tyrannical leader and the one that orders the monsters, and everything is very “kids show” through his eyes, which isn’t necessarily how it happened.

King dedede had been king for about 9 years, but his leadership has been questionable, but he was doing everything in his power to keep the peace the cappytown even if it meant doing things that were wrong. King dedede filtered what could and couldn’t be seen by the cappies, basically making them ignorant to the whole war that’s going on. I guess like all of this just to say that the show is like a very kid like depiction of what actually happened.

Kirby returns to popstar:

About a year after meta knight had returned to popstar after escaping, Kirby’s ship crash landed in cappy town. (during this year that meta knight spent in Cappytown by himself, he became very close with tiff, because she was interested in who he really was as a star warrior. She disagreed with King Dededes method of leading, and she actually wanted to know what was going on, so that’s why him and tiff are very close) The whole plot of the anime continues during this time, and since Meta knight had barely returned from such a traumatic war, he felt that he wasn’t capable of taking care of Kirby anymore and that’s why they’re not very close during the show at all.

Sirica:

Even though the show depicts Sirica coming after knuckle Joe, I do what I want and I say she arrived before Joe did. When she arrived we all know what happens we’ve seen the show, she thinks meta knight killed her mother which isn’t true and the show kind of brushes over it, that’s not what happened. After their conflict, he fully describes the story like he zones out and starts retelling everything like it happened and it’s kind of difficult to hear for everyone, but it gives Sirica the reassurance that her mother died a hero and for the greater good. She does not leave right after this, she stays in cappytown for a while, because I don’t think she would leave I think she wants to hear more about her mom and the only guy that knows a lot about her is Mk so it only makes sense.

Joe:

Similarly to Siricas conflict with meta knight, knuckle Joe comes to cappytown seeking the warrior who killed his father, we know how it goes we’ve seen it. And just like last time after their conflict, he fully retells the story, except this one is particularly more difficult for him to tell, because he actually did kill his father. Since nightmare made him one of his pawns and made him fully evil, meta knight had no other choice but to you know like… yeah. So after zoning out again and telling the story in full detail it’s very difficult for everyone to grasp, knuckle Joe does get the closure he needed, but the people (WHO DIDNT REALLY EVEN KNIW A WAR WAS GOING ON) hear that meta knight actually had a crazy war story and was a crazy fighter, and that’s how this persona of meta knight started being built up even more and people thought of him as like wow so fighter like he’s so noble and so cool. Basically treating him like a fictional character now instead of an actual dude.

Joe and Sirica:

After staying in cappytown for a while, learning about their parents and how they cared for injured soldiers, and were very noble people, they left into space to find survivors from the war, and other star warriors, to help with the final battle against nightmare that would be coming very soon.

KRBAY finale:

As the show nears its end, there’s a bit of foreshadowing that comes from meta knight, where he says Kirby will soon be going up against an even bigger foe, and the next episode starts the finale. That means he knew that Kirby would have to fight nightmare very soon, how did he know that?? Basically nightmare gave him a vision and this was like the worst thing nightmare had in store for him, in that vision he told meta knight that now Kirby would be going up against him whether he liked it or not, and he was going to take what was most important in his life, Kirby. (It’s not like super important to know this but I thought it was cool so i out it in) ANYWAYS, the finale starts and meta knight, sword, blade, Kirby, king dedede, and Tiff (she snuck on board) head into space to fight nightmare. They get there and yeah we all know what happens, and then they get surrounded by a bunch of nightmares ships. And that’s when they notice three of the ships actually helping them out. And then it’s like big reveal, it’s Joe, Sirica, and Sir Arthur and his family WHAAATTTT 😧😧😧 I THOUGHT THEY DIED (that’s his brain)

He kind of disassociates during the rest of this battle just because so much has happened and he knows what going to happen and it’s just a lot, which is why his reaction to seeing his family again is so like 😮 instead of actually freaking out. Ok let’s fast forward to the end okay.

Final battle with nightmare:

Finally we get to this final battle with nightmare, and in the show it depicts tiff being the one that gets taken by nightmare and Kirby goes after her, but I honestly think that it would just be a lot more meaningful if it was meta knight just because this final battle represents his fear of nightmare, controlling his life, and just always being around, so for the sake of this story, I’m changing it to that. Anyways, as Kirby is going after them to save meta knight, this is basically meta knights worst nightmare come true, and his fear is what is fueling nightmare at this very last battle to make him look much bigger and stronger. This is all kind of like a show to make the person fighting him think that they need a huge arsenal to defeat him, when in reality, all they need is the star rod. So at the end when Kirby reveals that he is the guardian of the star rod, that’s how he’s able to defeat nightmare. By using the only thing that could defeat him, he destroyed nightmare forever in an instant. In the show, nightmares defeat is only shown for a very small portion of the entire finale, which I think really drives the point home that nightmare was all show. He played this role of being a huge threat to hide the fact that he had such a big weakness.

Post nightmare’s defeat:

After successfully, defeating nightmare, and nightmare enterprises, everyone returned home safe, and meta knight and Kirby left Cappy town to go and see his family after all these years. They spent about six months visiting and came back to Cappytown after that.

Meta knights revenge:

After returning to Cappy town from visiting his family, he came back to a completely different town. While in many aspects, Cappytown had improved, for example, king dededes leadership, media, and education had improved. Many of the cappies continued to choose to be ingnorant to the efforts of the GSA and basically all the crazy war stuff that had happened. They treated star Warriors as fictional characters to put it bluntly, and didn’t value the freedom that they had even during the wars. One example I can give you of the Cappies ignorance to everything that was going on, is in one of the episodes where they collect little figures of some of the star warriors and soldiers, they collect these figures and don’t even know their actual names. (There was even a collectible of Jecra and like it’s kind of messed up like why are you making a marketable figure of a man that died???) It’s just very representative of how they view star warriors as a whole, just a collectible or a character. So when Meta knight had arrived to Cappy town, the people treated him like he was a celebrity and people fawned over him and made merchandise off of him and it was just really weird. This really irked him, and he kind of lost it, because a couple years ago when he lived there and he was going through things, nobody cared about him except tiff, but now since he’s a “hero” everyone loves him and idolizes him just because he lives in their town. So, his solution? IM GONNA TAKE OVER THIS ENTIRE PLACE AND IM GONNA MAKE THESE PEOPLE STOP BEING SO IGNORANT AND LAZY AND SEE WHAT I AND A BUNCH OF OTHER WARRIORS WENT THROUGH 🐺🐺🐺🐺 (this entire invasion is really just a manic episode, he completely loses it and it’s just all build up from all the crap he’s had to deal with from the cappies) During this time is when we really get to see the true power nightmare gave him though. Similarly to the evil frog thing from that one episode, he goes into this trance like state where all he can do is wreak havoc and he can’t recognize anyone he’s up against. So when Kirby goes to fight him, meta knight doesn’t recognize him, and that’s why he’s so brutal.

After meta knights revenge:

Afterwards, tiff finds him on shore and she is really disappointed. She and him end up talking things over and it’s end up okay but she realizes that he still has very serious issues to deal with. He gets fired from working for dedede, and gets a slap on the wrist but otherwise is fine (dedede didn’t want conflict so he chose this route to keep everyone happy) The people recognize that he’s also a person too, but still idolize him, and honestly this kind of raises his ego. (Until he gets humbled later) After all the games happen up until planet robobot, and that’s when it gets crazy 😧

Susie haltmann:

After being stuck in an alternate dimension since her childhood, Susie finally escapes when a rift is opened, and she finds herself on popstar. (That happens right as Magolor loses and vanishes to that dimension, they like switch spots) With no idea where she is, she steals a star ship from a garage of what seems to be some celebrity or something, idk they had a lot of cars and ships (you’ll never guess who METAKNIGHT OMG yeah) and she heads into space to find her father again. After finding haltmann works, she goes inside to see her father again after all these years, but he doesn’t remember her. Desperately she tries to make him remember, but nothing works. She ends up resorting to being a secretary, hoping maybe one day her father will recognize her again, and plotting to steal the machine that stole her father from her. She’s forced to work in a company she knows is corrupt, just to try to get her dad to remember her.

Planet Robobot:

After getting captured by someone as he entered haltmann works, Meta knight waited in a room for a representative to come talk to him, enter Susie Haltmann. Susie explains a new program called the “Mechanization program”, a new experimental initiative, which gave the person robotic armor that worked with the body to make them more efficient in fighting, and overall just an upgrade to an organic body. Two things to keep in mind though, one, Susie wasn’t really trying to do anything drastic, all she was trying to do was do something big enough in the company to impress her father so that maybe he would remember her, and two, Meta knight had recently (in previous games) been shown to be obsessed with improving his fighting skills, fighting on his own to prove his strength, and proving he’s the greatest warrior ever ( amazing mirror, meta knightmare ultra, etc.) so to him, this program sounded like free plastic surgery to hi so obviously he said yes. Before starting the mechanization process, he had to have a checkup, to make sure his health was up to par, which is how she found out he was blind.

Meta knights’ sight regained:

Before the mechanization started, Susie had to fix his eyes. She replaced them with robotic prosthetics that would help the mecha armor navigate, and after years of being blind, he would finally be able to see again. (His eyes turn yellow permanently after this game so it’s like proof) After surgery, he was extremely overwhelmed, and tried escaping to see Kirby and all his other loved ones, but since he had already signed the contract, she couldn’t let him leave, and the mechanization process continued.

Mechanization:

Technically he wasn’t turned into a cyborg, the mechanization process was more like giving the person mechanization armor that moved for them, meaning the person didn’t have to really even move, and the armor would control the person inside. The person inside acted as more of a skeleton. So the armor wasn’t a part of you (like she didn’t rip him apart and replace his entire body with robot ( except for his eyes but she just freaking made him see again so pllplppt)), it was more of an add on. (In the game the armor is completely off by the next cutscene so yeah no it wasn’t crazy cyborg stuff sorry) When he fought Kirby, he unfortunately couldn’t see him yet, because the program in the mech suit completely took over his vision, so he didn’t see Kirby until the very end.

End of robobot:

After fighting star dream and winning, he saved Kirby and they both land safely on popstar once again. Kirby doesn’t realize at first that Meta knight can see him, and meta knight stays very silent for a while taking it all in, but when Kirby finally realizes, it’s really sweet and they hug and cry and it’s just like GHHHHUHHVHJHHH 😢😢😭😭

From this point on, meta knight slows down a lot and stops trying to be insanely like in gonna be the best and I have to be strong and yeah, he retires from being a warrior like that, and spends time taking in what he hasn’t been able to see for almost 20 years.

Meta knight and Susie:

During his mechanization process, he became very good friends with Susie. Since she had just recently come back from an alternate dimension, he was the first person she could talk to, and they both had very similar traumas that they could bond over (losing their family for an extended time, feeling isolated, being related to a very bad person/ being, etc.) and meta knight felt he had, and always would have, an eternal debt to her for giving him his vision back. So there was never really intense conflict between them, they were just friends, until having to be separated at the very end.

After robobot:

After a much needed break, meta knight became a lot more peaceful and appreciated his family and his life a lot more, he finally felt truly happy and optimistic towards life in general. As for Susie, she did continue her fathers legacy by mechanizing different planets and people, but not in the way it seemed. She helped bring clean energy to different planets that needed help after haltmann works damaging their ecosystems, and she provided prosthetics for people who needed them, and helped many people regain their vision and hearing. (The reason why she was made to look like a bad guy is because since the people of popstar found out that she turned THEIR PRECIOUS META KNIGHT into a cyborg, they immediately assumed the worst and twisted her story around to make her look like she was a horrible person like her dad, which was just not true)

Star allies:

Star allies is really when Meta knight and Susie grew close. Finally being able to work on the same team helped them become even better friends, bond over shared experiences, and eventually lead to their relationship. They found someone they could truly talk about their trauma with, and it was just really great all around and it’s just sweet okay they both get their happy ending.

Forgotten land:

During forgotten land, meta knight has truly settled down and retired from his life of fighting like crazy and being crazy fighter

( I mean unless in one of the next games he comes out of retirement but we’ll see) and he focused on the slower life, he settled down with Susie, they wished for a kid, and life is really good. He will always continue to train Kirby, and anyone else, but after years of so many traumatic things happening to him, he’s now able to relax and heal from it all. 😊😊

Timeline:

Mk 25- Kirby is born

Mk 30 K 5- Mk called back to the second war

Mk 34- he comes back to popstar after the second war

Mk 35 K 6- Kirby returns to popstar (Kirby only aged one year during cryo sleep, so he should be 10 but he’s physically)

Mk 37 K 8- when the show ends and they fight nightmare

Mk 38 K 9- when meta knights revenge happens

Mk 44 K 13- when robobot happens

Mk 46 K 15- star allies and forgotten land

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adamwatchesmovies · 3 months ago

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Anatomy of a Fall (2023)

Of all the legal thrillers I’ve seen, Anatomy of a Fall feels the most genuine and relatable. While there are big revelations about the people involved and technically, they come suddenly, this isn’t a story of accidental confessions, surprise witnesses, or even earth-shattering pieces of evidence. Something happened while there were no witnesses present. The court must decide whether a crime was committed or not based on the evidence. That's it. In the process, the film peels back layers to reveal the truth and half-truths that comprise relationships.

Sandra Voyter (Sandra Hüller) is woken from a nap by her son, Daniel (Milo Machado-Graner). Her husband (his father), Samuel Maleski (Samuel Theis), has fallen from their roof and died. She insists it must have been an accident - he was working on the roof when she went to sleep. The authorities are not convinced and she is indicted on charges of murder.

There’s a particular line in the film that summarizes what a nightmare this situation is. It's something like “What you hear, it’s just a small part of the whole”. As we're presented with testimonies from experts and people who knew Samuel, as more evidence is brought forth, we're given a version of Sandra and Samuel's relationship. In a way, it’s not even Sandra who’s on trial; it’s her marriage. If she and her husband fought a lot, if someone was unfaithful, if someone was planning on leaving, then it probably means Sandra killed him. It’s not even if the whole relationship was bad; it’s if it was bad recently. We're not talking about "a rough patch" or something they could've overcome. This fragment is now the whole.

In a way, the trial is a matter of life and death. The jury is deliberating whether Sandra killed her husband. It’s also about an intimate subject you could call mundane in the grand scheme of things: two people’s marriage. Drawing a conclusion from the snippets presented is an unfair way to judge their relationship but it’s also the best way to see what it was like because you get the “highlight reel”. By the time this film is over, you feel like you know these people so well that they're no longer characters in a film. Then, you remember that quote from earlier and you second-guess everything. Do you really know? That sentiment is amplified by the revelations that come up during the trial. They’re not the sort of bombshells you’re used to seeing in these legal dramas, but they’re just as earth-shattering and revelatory.

The film is as absorbing as it is because of the excellent script by Justine Triet (who also directs) and Arthur Harari and the performances. There are so many character moments in Anatomy of a Fall that I see it as the kind of film you would come back to in the future, despite so much of the suspense coming from the uncertainty of the final verdict. Even some of the minor characters I keep thinking back to, like the two forensic analysts who bring to the stand completely different interpretations of three drops of blood found outside. It makes you wonder if they - despite having no investment in this narrative whatsoever - somehow made up their minds about the case anyway and brought in their biases. Why else would they be so combative? Many characters are deliberately unlikable, but not in a way that makes them villains. Wait. Did I dislike them because of who they really are, or because of the way I perceived them based on the evidence presented? hmm.

Anatomy of a Fall is a film of complex emotions. There are so many details in the case, the way the characters behave or relate to each other that you forget everything else around you. The performances are excellent, as is the script. You've never been put on trial for murder before but you'll know what it must feel like once the end credits roll. (March 27, 2024)

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nomnomdiary · 10 months ago

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Introducing My OC ^_^

⚠️ Mentioning physical illness, mental illness and suicidal thought. ⚠️OC x Canon related ⚠️Death of Alive Character

*I updated the biodata. I have deleted the old post because it underwent some changes*

Enjoy :)

Constance Emily Wood

General Bio :

Name : Constance Emily Wood Age : 25 (In the story events), 33 (marrying with Arthur :v) Birth : Concordia, 12 January 1873 (in my HC, the setting is 1898) Origin : Concordia, US Ethnicity : Anglo-American Pronouns : She/her

Personality :

MBTI-Enneagram : ISFJ 6w5 Characteristic : Heartwarming, kind, emphatic, but she has some trust issue with commitment. Likes : Chocolate, flower bucket, ball gown, novel book Hates : betrayal, seeing other people get hurt, incompetence colleague

Physical traits:

Blood type : AB+ Height : 5'1 ft/155 cm Eyes : Brown Hair : Darkest Brown

Family and Love Interest :

Love interest : Arthur Wright

Family : Ernst Wood (Father) ✝, Amelia Wood (Mother) ✝, Edward Wright (son), unnamed grandchild, Constantine Wright (great-grandson)

Affiliation :

Concordian Police Department : Officer (1893-1896) Detective (1896-1898)

Concordian Flying Squad : Detective (1898-1919), Captain (1900-1903), Chief (1919-1929)

Concordia University : Lecturer (since 1910) Professor (since1918)

Characteristic :

Constance is known to be quiet women. Due to her past as an orphan and being shunned by friends, Constance became accustomed to being alone. Her trait faded when she joined The Flying Squad, where she was invited to have lunch with her colleagues while she was used to eating alone.

Because of her past for being black sheep, she has trust issues and like to against authority. She’s so idealistic that led to debates with Chief Wright when her first time in joined the flying squad. She did have a bitter view of the world, but she didn't act cold. She covered it up with professionalism, competence, and the ability to work with other officers. The cases she handled and the people she met taught her the meaning of life. At least, there are still good people who appreciate her behind the cruel world.

Since she was a child, Constance grew up with a million of dreams. Her father always taught her to be optimist and never giving up on dreaming even though they were from the working class. She proved that she worked hard to save money, attend courses, for go to the police academy. Constance shattered the argument that the working class can be anything.

In addition, Constance has a great sense of empathy. Being an orphan and having been bullied in her childhood, she cannot stand to see others suffer. This is disturbs her in working a detective sometimes.

Background story :

Born into a working-class family, little Constance lived with her father, who worked as a construction worker. Her mother passed away during childbirth. Constance became obsessed with becoming a police officer when she saw some police had better live than her when she works to shining the shoes. Her father always taught her optimism and never giving up, despite coming from a working-class background.

Unfortunately, her father died in a fire in their house when she was 5 years old. This horrific event traumatized Constance, especially when she accidentally saw her father's charred body. She developed a strong aversion to eating meat because of it.

There are no family members willing to take care of her so the local police placed Constance in a catholic orphanage in New Haven. She was in a state of deep grief and refused to interact with anyone. Then, she met her first friend, Josephine. Josephine was cheerful and had many friends. She comforted Constance and invited her to play.

After being visited by the police, Constance remembered her dream again. She started working part-time at a textile factory in New Haven. She saved money for her police education and other needs. Unfortunately, this made Josephine jealous of Constance's increasing income. Josephine stole Constance's money and got caught. With her manipulative abilities, Josephine framed Constance as the villain, turning all the people in the orphanage against her. Constance became a public enemy since that.

Constance was bullied by everyone. She was often beaten by her friends who got manipulated by Josephine. There was a time when Constance couldn't take it anymore and fought back against Josephine, easily defeating her and making her nose bleed. This resulted in Constance being punished by the nurturing nuns.

From then on, Constance was frequently punished by the nurturing nuns, always being falsely accused by Josephine. Her back was repeatedly beaten with a stick until it bled and left scars that lasted into adulthood. There was no one who stands with her. Almost no one.

Until one day, she couldn't take it anymore. She decided to attempt suicide by jumping from a building. She was inspired by a girl from the orphanage who had died due to similar act some time ago. When she attempted it one night, her action was stopped by a nun, Aunt Schulz. Constance rebelled and bit Aunt Schulz's arm. She no longer respected anyone, as she felt that it was pointless since she was always blamed even when she didn't do anything. But instead of punishing her, Aunt Schulz embraced her tightly. Surrendering, Constance could only cry loudly in her embrace. Aunt Schulz promised to free Constance from bullying and find her opportunities to reach her dreams.

The next day, Constance's room was moved to the building where the babies were kept. She was free, no longer with the friends who tormented her. She only needed to work to calm the babies there. Soon, Aunt Schulz found an opportunity to earn money again. Constance worked as a nanny at Lady Georgina Uppertown's house. She was thrilled to be able to observe and learn the etiquette courses held there.

Her life in the orphanage continued until she was 17 years old. She left the orphanage and enrolled in the police academy. Of course, Constance faced ridicule because she was a woman and came from a working-class background but she was strong to face it. This bullying was nothing compared to what she experienced in the orphanage. Additionally, she was also deeply shocked that she had to deal with corpses in the police field, where she had trauma related to it. She fought hard to overcome her trauma and succeeded.

She graduated from the academy at the age of 19 and started working as a police officer. At the age of 25, she was selected to be one of the members of the Concordian Flying Squad, an elite police unit specially formed to handle serious cases with selected police officers.

Relationship to other characters : *It's talking about the relationship and some HC from me so it will be different from the game canon*

Isaac Bontemps :

Their relationship is quite good as colleagues. Constance is supportive of him. She comforts Isaac when he is sad to see Marla making “something” with another man due to her financial problems. She also helps treat Isaac's trauma with horses.

Maddie O’Malley :

Like Isaac, their relationship is quite good as colleagues. However, Constance gets annoyed when she sees Maddie with absinthe in her hand. At the end of the main event, Constance visits Maddie's house, comforts Maddie and her baby after Charles' death.

Bernadine Rochester :

If asked who Constance's closest friend is, the answer would be Bernadine. Their meeting began with thwarting Bernadine's suicide attempt. Constance saw that Bernadine was suffering in the same way. Their lives were shattered after being left by their parents (both parents and uncle) and often being slandered, making them a public enemy of evil people. Constance was determined to protect Bernadine and help her destroy the Rochester family. In the end, Bernadine had to die by Horatio to protect her lover, Arthur. Her death made Constance depressed because she lost her only friend who accepted her as she was, unlike her friends at the orphanage. Since then, Constance started wearing a black skirt. She didn't want her grief to be visible because of her job.

Arthur Wright :

Initially, their relationship was like cats and dogs. Constance was idealistic and Chief Wright was a little bit pragmatic leader. As the case ended, their relationship improved. They learned from each other, respected each other, and were willing to work together. Sometimes Chief Wright asking to Constance about his depression due to the loss of her lover, Bernadine. They both are losing Bernadine. Their relationship as colleague continued until Chief Wright's term ended. He became a senator for the Concordia district. Seven years later, Arthur began to recover from his depression and suddenly fell in love with Constance. The tragedy makes his hobby of socializing with the upper class is getting faded away, and he start fell in love with a girl who had a working-class background. He saw Constance as a hardworking and empathetic girl. Constance's lack of confidence and trust issues made it difficult for her to approach him, but she eventually succeeded. Constance realized the depth of Arthur's love and realized that she deserved to be loved. They finally got married a year later (yes, it was forced by his parent because he’s getting older).

Viola Pemberton :

Constance was very angry to find out that Viola had betrayed them in order to be recognized as a member of the Rochester family. As an orphan, she was furious to see Viola caring more about her biological father who had raped her mother more than her stepfather who loved her heartfeltly. In the end, she had to make peace for the sake of professionalism in their work. Over time, their relationship improved.

Justin Lawson :

Initially, their relationship was good. Justin admired Constance for her bravery in criticizing Chief Wright's pragmatic attitude. Justin and Constance were both idealistic and justice-oriented. However, in the end, Constance was horrified to see Justin Lawson's ambition, his hypocrisy, and she starts to hate him.

Marla de Paradis :

They are quite close. Constance was amazed by Marla's caring spirit in adopting some kids. After the main events of the game, they made donations to several orphanages.

Fun facts :

The story of Constance has a connection with Cinderella. She was given an expensive Cinderella storybook by her father and it created a connection with Cinderella. After becoming an orphan, Constance was placed in an orphanage, which is equated with Cinderella's stepfamily as her new family after her father death. Constance was treated poorly by almost everyone in the orphanage, just like Cinderella was mistreated by her stepmother and stepsisters. Then Constance fought back against Josephine, symbolizing Cinderella's courage to attend the party clearly disliked by her stepfamily. When Constance was at the height of despair and finally tried to commit suicide, her attempt was successfully stopped by Aunt Schulz, symbolized by the fairy godmother that saved Cinderella from her despair. Aunt Schulz helped her find connections to achieve her dream of becoming a police officer, like the fairy godmother who created the glass slipper that created connections and privileges to achieve Cinderella's dream of a better life.

She always wears gloves to recovered the scars from whip she got when she was in the orphanage.

She fights using street-fight. Apart from Josephine, she also fought with Fiona Flanangan which caused serious injuries to both of them

Although she was raised in a Catholic orphanage, she is Protestant but she is not so religious. She witnessed puritans ravaging her orphanage and was repeatedly beaten by the Catholic nuns in the orphanage. She's not anti-religion, just not very religious.

She loves cooking

She always advising Evie to organize her files. She little bit doesn't like some messy

Usually girls in orphanages are taught household skills. Constance had this ability so she was assigned to go undercover as a maid at Rochester Castle.

Her hobby is reading novels. When she feels sad or uncomfortable, she starts reading novels. This hobby developed when she was little. Her father gave her a Cinderella book at Christmas. She also likes reading some non-fiction books and has shown an interest in the world of criminology since college. She has published several books based on her experiences as a detective.

Constance once cried when arresting a man from the working class. His daughter ran to him and cried over her father's arrest. Remember of her father, Constance ran out of the crowd and cried in the back. She was reprimanded by Isaac because she had to act professionally as a law enforcement officer.

She’s good in financial management. As people from the working class, she manages finances to survive and achieve her dreams.

Rather than jewelry, she would rather buy a beautiful gown

She dislikes socializing with the upper class because she knows she will definitely be looked down upon by them due to her working-class background.

Even so, Constance really likes dancing, especially with her lover (ex-)Chief Wright. She felt like a princess overnight and felt the romantic love she never felt before. Of course she learned to dance before.

She speaks a little Irish Gaelic and makes Maddie jealous sometimes. She got it when she was in an orphanage where there were lots of Irish children. She also grumbles in Irish Gaelic after arguing with Chief Wright *yes I change it. Being fluent in Irish Gaelic from the orphanage is not makes sense I think*

After the game event, Constance enrolled at Concordia University in the Criminology department with a scholarship from Lady Highmore for her services in saving Concordia. Several years after her graduation, she pursued further studies to obtain a master's and doctoral degree, eventually becoming a professor in the Criminology department at Concordia University.

Her undergraduate thesis focused on the Rochester scandals. The thesis received a high grade.

After becoming chief of the Flying Squad, in 1929 she decided to leave the police and focused to be a professor at Concordia University.

She died in 1962 at the age of 92.

Trivia :

I was inspired by Judy Hopps (Zootopia), Johan Seong (Lookism), and ofc Cinderella.

I am also inspired by one of my family members. They often tell stories of their childhood suffering as an orphan, experiencing loneliness and discrimination. It truly inspires me, both for myself and for shaping the character of Constance.

I was also influenced by K-drama The Glory, The Mask Girl and K-Movie The Handmaiden lol *I’m so obsessed with them*

In the development, she got many changes. Initially, Constance was a cheerful and enthusiastic girl. As time went on, without realizing it, I made Constance into a Byronic character.

Where did the name Constance come from? Yeah actually this is a bit ridiculous. I am obsessed with a German Journalist, Constantin Schreiber and usually when I like someone, I also like their name. And… I got the Constance name. Moreover, the Constance name is suits with her nature, steadfast and constant.

#criminal case mysteries of the past #criminal case game #criminal case motp #criminal case #criminal case oc #original character #oc #oc x canon

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lazuli-writes · 1 year ago

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Son

summary: Molly blames herself for what has happened to her son.

pairing: none

genre/warnings: angst / supposed-major character death / flashbacks pertaining to disownment, disavowal & angry parents / mentions of parents hitting their child / parent mourning the supposed loss of their child

estimated word count: 5200 words

a/n: Hi there, I’m glad I’m at a point where I feel comfortable in reuploadi g my fics here again. This is part 1 of a series so please check out my masterlist for more if you wish. Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)

©little-lazuli. Do not copy, repost, or translate without permission

Molly gripped the wand closer to her chest. A cacophony of thoughts ensnaring her mind as she fell to her knees, sobbing, her heart shattering over and over and over again.

Her son. Her youngest son. Her baby boy.

Butchered by the vile and depraved witch of Bellatrix Lestrange. Right before the eyes of two of his brothers. There was nothing left of her son, other than a crater and Ron’s fir wood wand.

No formation of words could describe the pain she felt. No amount of tears could show just how bad it hurt. And no amount of blood she could take, could possibly be enough to sate Molly’s heart.

Her baby boy, her Ronnie, was gone.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

Her son was gone, and she could only blame herself.

Molly could only sit there, wailing. Gripping the wooden prize close to her chest as she bared her soul out to the world, mourning the death of her Ronnie. Her thoughts traveling, replaying all of the moments she shared with her son—more importantly, the moments she would regret the most concerning her baby boy.

She didn’t register Fred’s sobs or the way he was gasping out his apologies for not saving his youngest brother.

She paid no mind to the way Percy was shaking almost uncontrollably due to the strength of his crying.

She couldn’t even notice the way Arthur seemed to collapse in on himself. His own pain and culpability eating away at him like a parasite.

Molly was too consumed to watch how one by one—and with the arrival of Bill, Fleur and Charlie—her family caved in on themselves at the news of her sixth son’s demise.

She was just too busy feeling guilty.

Guilt consumed her as she thought of all the ways she failed as a mother.

How many times did she force him away?

Why wasn’t she there to save him from that wretched monster? What was so wrong with her as a mother that she couldn’t help her own child in their greatest hour of need?

•••

There was a time when Ron was only seven. He seemed so happy one morning. But now, all Molly could see in that memory of how she had dismissed him so easily.

“Mummy, wanna play with me?” A seven year old Ron asked, holding his chessboard��courtesy of Arthur’s father, Septimus Weasley.

Molly didn’t even spare him a second glance before returning her eyes to Ginny. The two witches sat on the dining table, the younger learning to play gobstones.

“Sorry Ronnie, but I already promised Ginny I would play with her.” Molly said, laughing out with Ginny as her daughter finally managed to knock the gobstone from the center.

“Could I play with Ginny and you too?” Ron asked lightly, still holding that beautiful smile of his.

“Sorry sweetie, go find your brothers maybe.”

And he was off, and out of Molly’s hair.

Why did she do that? How could she dismiss her baby boy as if he was nothing more than a nuisance?! How could she do that to him!

•••

There was that time she had found out about Ron’s sorting via the twins. And in her shock, she was speechless.

Even after receiving two pleading letters from her baby boy himself. She still was quiet. Molly was too far in her own head to realize that two months had passed before she ever sent a response.

Dear Ronald, I hope all is well and that you are safe throughout your time in school. I apologize for the late response, but I needed some time to recuperate from the news of your sorting. Slytherin. My son, alone in the house of snakes. I will not lie to you and say that I am proud of your sorting. I am not. I am afraid. I am frustrated. I am lost. Are you well there? Are you being bullied? Why did the sorting hat believe you belonged there? What morals did the hat say you have? Did I fail you as a mother? Did me and your father falter in our love for you? I just don’t understand how this is possible, Ronald. Please know that me and your father do still love you with all our hearts, but understand that we are going to talk about this in depth the next time we meet. Your mother, Molly Weasley

It only took her four years to see the fruition of this labor, in how Ron easily found comfort in Gianna Greengrass’ arms. Molly at the time didn’t know what it could have been at the time.

Why was her son so close to his friend’s mother? Why did this other woman dare to call Ron one of her own? Ronnie is her’s… not this stranger’s!

Yet now, Molly knew she was wrong once again. She had thought initially that Ron sought out the materialistic gains Gianna Greengrass could provide that Molly never could. But no… Ron isn’t materialistic. He never has… never was like that. He instead found a mother’s attention, something that he had craved… needed all his life. The attention Molly never gave him.

•••

And then there was when he had formally introduced Daphne—the girl who had stolen his heart—to the rest of the family. Ginny, the twins and Percy had already held their own opinions on the girl who had captured her baby boy’s heart. And though Percy regarded the girl as fierce and loyal, the twins and Ginny had other views.

“She’s as much of a snake as any other mum!”

“She’s so rude to us every time we try to talk to Ron and she’s there.”

“He doesn’t even stop her either! She’s truly mental mum.”

It was comments like this that set the foundation of how Molly viewed the Greengrass girl. Her mind at the time could only center around exactly how this… this… enchantress bewitched her son. Her kind and sweet baby boy. How could he have latched himself to someone apparently so demeaning?

“Thank you so much for supper Mrs. Weasley, it seems Ron was correct in his assessment of you being a goddess in the kitchen.” Daphne announced kindly, honest brown orbs following Molly’s own hazel eyes.

Molly could barely manage a genuine smile to grace her face. Her mind swarmed with less than kind thoughts every time she saw the Greengrass girl graze or touch Ron’s hand or shoulder, or when Ron would whisper in her ear before cracking an adorable grin as she laughed, or every time she saw Fred roll his eyes, George grimace or Ginny glare any time the young couple conversed. It was a true wonder dinner hadn’t been disturbed by her children’s typical quarreling.

“Thank you Daphne, Ron was indeed correct on that part.” Arthur’s cool voice sounded out, cutting off any potential witty comments the twins had prepared. Thank the gods above for Arthur.

“Yeah mum, thanks for dinner! It’s always amazing every time you’re in the kitchen!”

Ron’s cheery voice brought a true smile to the matriarch’s face as she prepared to fret over her sweet baby boy, only to have Ginny, sitting beside Ron, retort first.

“Of course it’s amazing, why wouldn’t it be?”

The ice and malice in the short quip could be felt leagues away, and all it brought about was Ron losing his smile and glancing at his little sister in annoyance.

“What are you on about?” Ginny sneered at Ron’s words. And Molly could only sigh in exhaustion, clearly seeing where exactly this was going.

And apparently, so did the twins.

“Why nothing ickle ronniekins”

“Nothing at all”

“Just a genuine question that’s all”

“From our lovely little sister”

“Nothing too bad, am I right Georgie?”

“Right, you are Freddie.”

Ron could only glare across the tables at the duo, the twins sporting smirks, as Ginny maintained a side-eyed glare towards Daphne and Ron.

Again, Molly gathered her thoughts, with every intention of cutting off any argument to come, and once again, she was just a second too late.

“Must you always antagonize your brother?”

Silence reigned supreme amongst those at the dinner table for a good minute. Everyone, digesting Daphne’s blunt words as both teenage witches stared in a severe contest of wills.

Molly was speechless and yet her mind ran rampant. How did it come to this? It was supposed to be a sweet dinner for this Yule break. Was this the side of Daphne that Ginny and twins were talking about? She had hoped it wouldn’t be true?

“Uh… I think that this has been a long night… best to-“ Arthur began before being interrupted by his enraged daughter.

“What’s your problem Greengrass!? Can’t go a single day without reminding everyone of your self-righteousness!”

Daphne’s severe look broke into one of confused shock, clearly bewildered in comparison to both Ginny’s glare and words, “What are you talking-“

“You think you’re better than us! Always flaunting your better manners and your daddy’s money, it’s all your fault Ron’s become a bloody prat!”

Molly gasped, barely muttering out “language” at her daughter's crude words before Ron turned on to his sister.

“Cut it out Ginny! You’ve been nothing but a crazy bint ever since you met Daph-“

Molly didn’t hesitate to defend her only girl.

“Ronald, stop yelling at your sister! Must you be so crass?!”

And somehow, someway, that line alone set the fire off in her youngest son’s eyes and heart. Looking back, Molly couldn’t really remember how exactly the argument traveled from the dining table, to the living room. But after constant screams of unnecessary wrath, Ron and Molly stood face to face, voices roaring, spitting venom towards one another.

At the time, Molly’s internal fire only seemed to be fueled at the thought of her son being nothing but disrespectful. Yelling at his sister, and later the twins that night. Shrugging off Arthur’s comforting and peacemaking attempts, ignoring Molly’s own shouts in favor of escorting Daphne out for the floo, that was the last straw for the elder witch.

“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! You stop ignoring me this instant!!”

“Or what?!”

“How DARE you?!”

Mother and son both held faces as red as their hair, eyes burning, hearts roaring with wrath.

“WHY ARE YOU BEING SO DISRESPECTFUL! YOU WANTED THIS DINNER AND YET YOU GO AROUND SCREAMING AT YOUR SIBLINGS AND YOUR OWN PARENTS!”

“I WASN’T THE ONE THROWING RUDE REMARKS ABOUT MY GUEST AT EVERY CHANCE POSSIBLE!”

“AND THAT SOMEHOW EXCUSES YOUR HORRID BEHAVIOR RIGHT NOW!?”

“AS IF I’M BEING MORE HORRIBLE THAN THEY WERE NOT EVEN TWENTY MINUTES AGO!”

Molly took a breath, fighting to maintain the growing eruption that she knew was brewing beneath her already infuriated stance. The infamous Prewett temper exuded itself in totality from both mother and son.

Molly took another breath. Her voice restraining the lashing it had initially intended to unleash.

“Ronald… I will not tolerate anymore of this behavior. Please escort Daphne back to the fireplace and then go straight to your room”

Ron didn’t even have the chance to intrude on his mother’s fierce command.

“Me and your father will speak to your siblings and then we will be upstairs to talk to you”

She ignored the way his narrowed eyes seemed to challenge her own, almost daring her to strike, to give him casus belli. As unnerving as it was, Molly persisted.

“A conversation concerning your behavior is long overdue Ronald. As long as you remain under this roof, you will retain the respect your father and I taught you to carry yourself with. I am your mother Ronald, and you will do as I say.”

Molly could feel the brief sigh of relief come from Arthur as the smallest of smiles graced his lips, probably glad that Molly had diffused the situation all on her own. The couple however seemed to completely forget about their youngest son—who seemed ready to burst in pure fury. The older witch didn’t think her son could possibly say anything that would conflict with her own final demands.

And yet he did.

And the verbal flogging, the seven words that seemed to spill from her baby boy’s mouth was the final straw. Seven words that broke any restraint Molly had retained only seconds ago.

“Some mother you are, aren’t you mum?”

Time froze for the smallest fraction, and Molly didn’t even register how far and how fast her rage had carried her, but after blinking she had realized that the back of her hand stung viciously. And stumbling back before her was her youngest son.

Grasping at his cheek, eyes stinging with tears, Molly’s breath hitched. She struck him. She hit her own child.

Molly didn’t have time to apologize. She didn’t register the way Ginny and Daphne had shrieked, or the way the twins stood frozen and silent or how Arthur had screamed in shock. She didn’t even have the chance to even move out of the culpable stupor she was in before Ron moved away. Roughly scraping away tears, and the traces of blood from the tiny scratch that now marred his cheek, Ron tugged Daphne away before heading to the floo.

Her mouth ran as fast as her feet after her son. Apologies spilling, Arthur in a similar state, with frustrated pleas for peace coming from his lips.

But her fierce, strong, proud and hurt baby boy left, gone in a flash of green fire along with Daphne. Away from her. From his own mother, who hurt him.

•••

And the worst of it was seen on that disastrous night. That horrible night.

It was supposed to be a peaceful summer hols, Molly and Ron and had made up from their fight back in December. The twins had already left the Burrow to start their shop in London, Ron was entering his sixth year and Ginny her fifth. The only worry on her mind was whether or not Percy was alright, but she had faith in her boy’s strength and tenacity.

Though she would be lying if she still didn’t worry about him every single hour of every passing day. The war had begun in earnest not long after Ginny, Harry and their friends exposed Voldemort to the world. And now she could only hope they would leave her family untouched just a little longer.

But the expected calm shattered when Ginny screamed. Fear held Molly hostage as she bolted into action, racing down the stairs of her home, hoping to any and all higher beings that no monsters had come to her home, for her family.

Imagine her utter disbelief when she had discovered that the monster wasn’t some bigoted pure-blood looking to kill some blood traitors. But rather her own son, who’s eyes were shining with tears, trying to hide the wretched black marks gracing his left forearms. Molly kept herself frozen in utter shock, incredulity, rage and despair.

Ronald had the mark. The dark mark.

The proof laid bare for Ginny, Arthur and Molly, as they stood across from the sixth Weasley boy. Ron was shaking, shivering in fear, silent tears spilling out from his eyes as they graced the floor rather than his own family. And whilst Molly once again was left speechless, her daughter and husband were not.

Ginny raged with both fury and hurt. Hundreds of ‘How could you?’ And words like ‘traitor’ or ‘snake’ spilling out from her mouth. Molly’s eyes moistened as she watched her daughter scream at her ever so silent brother. And the elder witch couldn’t help but silently agree.

How could her own flesh and blood do this? Did she not raise him right? Did he really have no care for others? Was he truly a monster all this time? So many had died fighting to protect the chance for a world of peace and equity, her own brothers Fabian and Gideon, everything they fought for… how could her own child spit on this dream? She didn’t raise her children to be this way. If that was true, then was this boy standing before her… was he truly her son?

After stewing in her thoughts for a moment or two longer, Molly returned to the present as she watched the scene before her. Arthur held a crying Ginny and his face. Oh Merlin…

The look of the purest ire and wrath found itself plastered upon her husband’s face. It was a face she had only seen once in her long life with him. The night she tried to avenge her brothers’ deaths. Arthur raged, shouted and tore Molly a whole new perspective. It was the most terrifying display of his love that Molly had seen come from her husband. She remembers that night, Arthur demanding to know why she thought abandoning their children for revenge was worth it. She had never been so ashamed of herself in her entire life.

But seeing that look again, Arthur, her doting, caring, loving husband… looking upon one of their children that way reawakened the defensive motherly instincts within Molly.

Molly raced, standing between Ron and Arthur, her husband scowling through her as Ron whimpered and hid behind her. Her heart started to crack under the pressure, the waves of conflicted and painful emotions began to drown Molly completely.

Arthur will not break Ron with his words, her baby boy wouldn’t survive such a tongue lashing, especially not in this state! But my son… my youngest son… a death eater… There are no words to describe my utter contempt. Why did he do this? WHY?! “How could you do this Ron?” The eeriness in Arthur’s smooth tone only seemed to smother the other three Weasleys with pure fear.

Molly maintained her defiant eyes as Arthur ignored her, focusing his hard and frozen eyes on the boy behind her. Even Ginny who now stood behind Arthur was quite in her despair, now eyeing her father with the tiniest looks of terror.

Ron could only whimper and sniffle in response, clearly too shaken to even formulate a response.

“ANSWER ME BOY!”

Her son sobbed harder, trying to shrink his lanky build behind her further. Molly didn’t want this. This summer was supposed to be good. Peaceful. A respite from the terrors from the war that was already consuming their community. And yet, the war has already struck her family. And it has stolen another son from her.

“Arthur please-“

“NO MOLLY!”

Molly could barely stop herself from jumping in shock at her husband’s tone.

“Arthur stop!”

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS RON?! WHY-“

“I had to dad! I had to!” Ron mewled out painfully, still withering under his father’s eyes.

Molly turned to her boy. Gripping him by the shoulders, it was second nature for Molly to comfort her children when they were in pain. And despite her lingering disgust at the odious black mark on her son, Molly still held him close. Enveloping Ron into her bosom, leaving no room for her baby boy’s tears to escape.

In that moment, the way her son shivered, the way he let his tears fall free with no care, the way he gripped unto Molly the same way when he was naught but a toddler, the way he inhaled her soothing essence, and exhaled a sigh of genuine peace and content… Molly knew her son was truly her son.

Her son was no monster. Her Ronald was no death eater. Her Ronnie was her baby boy. And she despises that small fraction of time that she doubted such a thing. “Get out.”

Three pairs of eyes found its way to the fuming form of the Weasley patriarch. Molly turned to her husband, her own eyes beginning to match that of her two youngest babies. No Arthur! Please! He’s our son! “D-Dad-“

“GET OUT!”

Arthur’s shout cut off the meek voice of his son.

Molly could only grip her son to her own person closer. Refusing to let him leave. Refusing to let her son fly away from her arms again. And despite the menacing glare her husband shined down upon both mother and son, Molly stood strong, defiant, with all of her will standing against that of the man she loves.

“Arthur. No.”

Molly barely breathed those words out before Arthur stomped forward. Ginny squeak her own terror out, silently crying, falling back against the nearest wall, slowly gliding down to the floor as she watched the scene before her.

Molly hadn’t the time to register what was happening before Arthur began again.

“You bring that disease into this house. You dare to spit on everything your mother and I raised you to believe in”

Arthur ripped Ron out of her arms, ignoring the cries and pleas of his own wife and son as he gripped Ron by the collar of his shirt.

Molly gasped, throwing herself into the fray. “ARTHUR STOP IT!”

Despite her best efforts, Molly couldn’t get around the gangly form of her husband who all but hauled Ron towards the door.

“Your mother and I tried our damn hardest Ronald! Praying! Hoping! That maybe you would still be our son by the time you finished school! BUT FOOLS WE WERE”

Ron began to pull against his father’s arms, pulling free for the faintest second, barely grasping Molly before Arthur grasped him again. Throwing him at the door. And then it happened.

“D-Dad…. Please!”

Molly froze as she heard the sorrowful plea come from her baby boy. There she stood, watching her son, back laid against the door. Arthur between her and Ron, staring down like a beast, with fire, ice, storms and pure wrath and ferocity lingering in his eyes. Face red and fists clenched. Molly had never felt dread and fear like this. Arthur wouldn’t harm his kids in anger. Never. Right?

“Please… let me explain da… please.”

Tears falling down both wizards' faces, Arthur shook his head at Ron’s begging.

“No son of mine would have ever done what you’ve done Ron. You shame the Weasley name. You shame your mother and her family. You need to leave.”

Molly shook as the tears flooded her face. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t have another son away from her. Percy was all alone. That alone was too much to handle. She wouldn’t let her last boy be forced away! He’s not even of age! He’s still a child! Her child!

“Dad…. Please…” Ron sobbed out once more. But it was all for naught because Arthur was too far gone in his anger to care.

“You are no son of mine… You are no Weasley any longer. Get out. And don’t ever return.”

The silence that followed Arthur’s declaration was deafening. Molly was numb. Stunned into near paralysis as her husband’s words sunk in. And in the silence, all four Weasleys’ hearts broke at the patriarch’s command.

The hurt that presented itself in totality on Ron’s face was too much for Molly to handle. His eyes wide, smothered by tears, body shivering, hands pressed close to his chest, as if praying for his father’s words to be a figment of his imagination. Molly’s heart felt like it was getting stomped on, and still she was unprepared for the pain that came from what happened next.

“Please Da—”

Arthur cut Ron off, ripping his wand out from his pocket and pointed it at the face of her baby boy. Molly screamed in fear at the act, charging forward.

“GET OUT!”

For Ron, the sight of his father—the man who he had looked up to all his life, the man who’s love, pride and respect were once Ron’s greatest desire—raising his wand, screaming, with a look almost akin to hate, strangled Ron’s soul with fear. Never in his entire life had the young wizard felt so afraid in his life. The fear that gripped his very being was unparalleled in encapsulating Ron… slithering around his soul like a basilisk, gripping him, strangling him, leaving him a mangled mess. Ron was terrified of his father. And the realization was too heavy a burden to carry.

Ron did the only thing he could do. He fled. Flinging the door open, Molly watched as Ron sprinted for the hills, sobs echoing, tears spilling from his cheeks and snot locking his airways as he ran.

The elder witch initially gave chase, but the sudden grip on her arm brought her to a halt. Arthur, for all the love that she knew he had in his heart, not a single drop of this love made itself present on his face. Despite the tears clashing against his wrathful look, Molly stared into her husband’s soul. She gritted her teeth, almost daring for Arthur to stop her any longer from pursuing her son.

“Molly… don’t. He’s… he’s no so—“

She didn’t even spare him the courtesy of finishing his weak revelation. Cutting off his somber and hurtful words with her own, laced with fury.

“If you even dare to say he’s not my son, Arthur… I swear by all of those above and below…. Let go of my arm RIGHT NOW ARTHUR WEASLEY!”

Arthur’s grip went limp as he remained stock still, aggressive yet aggrieved in his current state. Almost in disbelief at the show of love and loyalty Molly had. And for someone who had spit on everything the old couple had believed in. He couldn’t understand it, yet Molly didn’t care. Her mind focused only on her baby boy.

“Why Molly? Why do you wound us further… what comes from wanting him here?!”

Arthur’s words almost seemed like a slap in the face to Molly. She erupted at her husband’s ignorance… his cruelty… his lack of sight. But most of all, for his refusal to love their son, flaws and all. It hurt her so much to see that this is what it boiled down to—she always knew Ron’s relationship with both Arthur and herself was strained. But love was still there. On both ends of the street. Yet, somehow, Arthur’s love wasn’t there, not for Ron. And it infuriated her to no end.

In that split second, at hearing the way Arthur could be so blinded in his wrath, that he could not even feel the love she knew he had, she felt herself fall back to barely a year prior… to the way Arthur and Percy had fought. In the aftermath, she saw her third boy feel unloved, unwanted, unneeded and divided from his family. How could this current situation be any different? She couldn’t let Ron leave, not now, not ever! She couldn’t lose another one of her babies.

“I WILL NOT LOSE ANOTHER SON ARTHUR!”

Molly pushed past a silent and still Arthur, rushing for her son who bolted out the door only moments ago.

“Ronnie!”

In the distance, she could make out only a tall shadow, racing up the hill, away from the Burrow. The faint silver gleam of the moon granting her a look of the back of her son’s form.

“RON WAIT!”

Molly charged forward, holding her long skirt up as she raced to meet her son. Hoping to any and all that she could stop Ron from passing the wards of their home.

“RON PLEASE!!” THUD

Molly fell forward after she cried out again for her son. Her body giving out as a rock caught her foot. Landing on her hands and knees—which she was sure held bruises and scrapes, littered with mud—she kept her eyes forward, facing the retreating teen.

Molly’s heart skipped a beat as she watched on. Ron had paused, an aggrieved look scanning the scene behind him. Molly could feel his heart break as she saw him witness her injured self recuperate. Standing up and dusting herself off, she could feel the world recompose itself as she gestured that she was alright.

“M-Mum… you’re hur–“

“I’m okay Ron.” Molly called out to the shivering boy some fifteen meters ahead of her.

“Mummy… I’m sorr—“

“I’m okay son. We’re gonna be okay Ron.”

Molly held back her own sobs as she watched her baby boy be consumed by his own tears. It was like he was toddler all over again. Crying for her love, her affection.

One step. Two steps. And another. Molly inched closer and closer to her youngest boy, who stood like a statue, frozen in time, with only shivers and tears as signs to his humanity. She was so close, so close to reaching her son, who stood only a few steps away from the last of the wards surrounding the Burrow. Only a few more bated breaths and a few more soft steps forward and her son would be back in her arms.

Yet, it wasn’t meant to be as she heard the door to her home slam open once more, releasing Arthur and Ginny from its threshold. Molly didn’t need to look behind her to know what had captured Ron’s attention in totality. Arthur, who was still gripping his wand. Molly almost cried out in frustration as she saw the wheels churn in her son’s eyes, his beautiful sky blue orbs, filling themselves with dread, terror, fear.

She only caught his eyes for the smallest second. She could feel the echoing of his silent apologies flow through the air between them. And Molly could only cry further as she failed once more. Running for him once more, the elder witch was too late to take hold of her son as he apparated away after passing the last ward.

And as he was whisked away to a place unknown, Molly finally broke. Collapsing to the floor with her sorrow, she cried as she did herself in.

Why did she stop? She could have easily moved faster! Why didn’t she spare him from Arthur’s wrath? Why did she fail her son again?! What will happen to Ron? What if they hurt him? Did they give him the mark to keep him a prisoner?! How long have they been hurting my baby?! He’s not even of age! They’re gonna kill my baby boy!!!!  She failed again as a mother. And this time, it just might be the one that could cost her her son for good.

•••

It was this truth that broke Molly.

She failed as a mother. She failed her baby boy. She failed her son, her Ronnie. And the proof was right there. Held close to her chest, a survivor's wand who had lost its long and rigorous battle. Forced to survive a world without the support of his family. Without the support of his mother.

She didn’t even have her son’s remains to hold and caress one last time. No physical manifestation for her to beg… beg to come home to her. No corpse to apologize over. No ashes to cry and scream over. There was nothing left.

Only that gods be damned crater and his wand.

This truth screamed at her as she heard her sobs joined by that of her traumatized sons Percy and Fred. She could hear it in the whimpers of George and Arthur as they held each other, in the comforting words that Fleur tried to say to a wailing Ginny. Even in the ragged breathing of Bill who held a broken Charlie close to his chest.

Her family was shattered. And it was all her fault.

She did it. She lost her baby boy. Her little Ronnie… her son was dead.

Molly could only scream louder as that truth nestled into her soul.

#lazuli writes #ron weasley fanfic #ron weasley fanfiction #ron weasly imagine #slytherin ron weasley #ron weasley angst #ron weasley #ronald weasley #ronald weasley fanfic #ronald weasley fanfiction #molly weasley #molly weasley fanfiction #molly weasley fanfic

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blazingstaro · 1 year ago

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FREEBIE QUESTION, BUT IT'S FOR ALL OF YOUR FANDOM CHARACTERS AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

SPILL THE TEA TO ME, SIS!!!

HFJSI GIRRRLLLL YOU'RE OPENING PANDORA'S BOX

In terms of main Kirby OCs (fandom/franchise characters):

Eave, Twyla, Fintan, Slinx, Squire, King Orpheus, Jesse, Ducky and the Dusters, Princess Alatariel, Nimue & Gilroy, and Malacai

I love all my goobers to pieces! And Orpheus, oh Orpheus has taken over my life. I no longer have control over my story because of him. It's his story now, and I'm the lowly servant who's constantly subjected to his demands for me to rewrite things 😭 I've rewritten his intro episode at least 5 times, and now he's injected himself into DotS:MMM. Orpheus PLEASE I NEED A BREAK— I WAS JUST FINISHING PART 6 IN SCRIPT FORMAT YOU JERK

Thia man's made me rewrite his ENTIRE BACKSTORY THREE TIMES! And now I have to rewrite his WHOLE NOVEL SERIES. YES THE WHOLE NOVEL DEDICATED TO JUST HIM. I have to rewrite it from THE GROUND UP. JUST AS I FINISHED CHAPTER 2.

CHAPTER 2 HAS BEEN COMPLETELY SLAMMED OUT OF CANON. I spent 4 months writing it and he just went "mmmm nah, not canon". 20+ pages. TWENTY. PLUS. PAGES. Right in the trash. Gone. Reduced to atoms. I love Orpheus. But he likes to make me work. I'm not allowed to relax 😭 and what's worse is that's also in character for him 😭😭😭😭 I can't control this man, he controls MEEEE *SOB*

Woes aside– Main official characters that I manage in DotS are the following:

Meta Knight, Galacta Knight, Sir/King Arthur, Magolor, Kirby (shared), and Bandana Waddle Dee (shared)

My sis and co-writer @starlightfyre handles other officials in our AU! She's got King Dedede, Taranza, all of Arthur's knights (Falspar, Dragato, etc.), and more!

They're all pretty neat! :D

Original character and original content rambling below the cut here, if anyone is interested in my OG projects:

In terms of active proper OCs, my main cast has been demoted to just being doodle buddies and officially retired from being a series. All my OCs are sorta on standby until I have some story ideas for them! My mains under World Jumpers are these goobers:

Oswald, Tempest, Blaize, Asoné, Raymond, and Xylea! Ozzy and Tempest are the protagonists with the rest being secondary!

I've wrestled with their story for so long that I decided to throw in the towel and admit defeat early this year. It's been 14 long years with these guys collectively, and no actual plot or meaning to their story? Yeah no time to shelve it for good. I have a very fleshed out world for them, but it's really detailed to the point where it's kinda convoluted, but it's been set in stone for so long that I can't undo it without shattering everything

So I figured it'd just be better to start fresh with something else later. I love WJ, but after the history I've had with WJ, it's better that I leave it to rest. The world and story was too big for just me, and I tried for years to find a partner as passionate about the world as I was, but none were. I lost my passion after getting burned out due to stress writing and drawing everything. I love WJ, love my characters and world, but it's a story that never wanted to be told

Since then I've sort of been at a loss on what to do next in terms of original projects. I've got loads of WIP ideas and concepts from over the years, but none have really jumped up at me like DotS has for years 😭

I have a lot of OCs, like A LOT. I had a list and there's like easily 100+ named characters in WJ's universe alone

The others are much smaller! These are all my WIP OG stories:

Project: "Listen" | Animated anthro film inspired by "Cats Don't Dance", focuses on Kaeden who is a mute genet whose dream is to be an actor, despite having a job as a director easily lined up for him. Faces a bit of adversity in a market that hankers for a voice; he becomes friends with a frustrated actress who's been locked into the same kind of roles for years, and wishes to do more, who becomes a voice for Kaeden when he needs it most (I aspire to have an actual deaf/mute person be Kaeden's voice through sign language, since animators will nees references for his dialogue; they'll be put in the credits as his voice because they are! LOVE!)

Project: "Dragon Rider" | Sort of a chosen-one story with a twist, focuses on the struggle between duty and desire. Female protagonist is the prophesized reincarnation of a figure that's meant to bring her tribe into a new golden age, but when she bonds with an unexpected and common kind of dragon (and not the big gaudy one they expected), she faces a dilemma: follow the wishes of her people or her own heart?

Project: "Willemina" | Sci-fi detective story that was originally a spinoff of WJ, so it's set in the same universe. Main protag is non-binary hoomin (human-like species of mine), Willemina, a former space ranger gone private detective investigating the mysterious murder of a local guardian. Will befriends the late guardian's companion, a sweet little Weapon Spirit, and sets out to solve the mystery together (and discovering said weapon spirit's very useful defensive abilities)

Most everyone from each respective story has concept art or complete designs!

#answered #oc asks #fc asks #character asks #fan character asks #asks open #blazin beeps #blazin answers #oc rambling #fc rambling #kirby #kirby series #magolor #dreams of the stars #hoshi no kirby #kirby oc #hoshi no kaabii

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eridanidreams · 9 months ago

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for the fic asks-

25 -What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

35 - What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted? (perhaps chapter instead of full fic?)

58 -Do you have a favorite piece of figurative language you’ve written?

72 -What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

I would say worldbuilding and writing are tied for first, and that's because for me, they're heavily integrated. As often as not, I'll be in the middle of writing a scene and something will come out that the back of my brain's been working on; I'll step back and take a look at it and then do some more worldbuilding around it. (The hat Sam gives Cait is an excellent example of that--I hadn't consciously thought of that ahead of time, but once it came out onto the page it made so much sense, and gives me a fuller sense of Sam's mom. Which will undoubtedly come into play in later chapters.)

35. What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

Ooooh. I don't actually have one favorite, because different fics/chapters do different things, and I have to break it down by category…

Favorite action: Chapters 11-12 of Odysseus Gambit. The KGB office fight, followed by the bike chase; I was very happy with how those came out. Especially Sloane's "come with me if you want to live" moment and Adam's unexpected revelation.

Favorite fluff: No contest, Chapter 22 of stars. I really ought to send that out with complimentary fluoride tablets, it's so sweet.

Favorite horror: Chapter 13 of Odysseus Gambit, currently. Fucking Chernoboar. I was doing my best to channel some Arthur Machen there… but we'll see how I feel when I get to the Vanguard arc in stars…

Favorite smut: I haven't published a lot of smut yet (but that will change, I have several WIPs), but Disciplinary Action takes the cake right now. That was a lot of firsts for me: first published fanfic, first slashfic, first published smut… That was where I learned that I simply cannot write porn without plot. It was supposed to be a light joke prompt, and turned into gasp character development.

58. Do you have a favorite piece of figurative language you’ve written?

Yes! This is from a future chapter of Odysseus Gambit, when that mental box Adam's shoving all his problems into shatters and he has a full-on breakdown.

It was like the walls of Panchaea crumbling, cold ocean boiling in through the gaps, dark and relentless; the bitterness of years roaring out of the breach in his defenses. Words floated like detritus on the current of his anger. “Sooner or later, everyone betrays me.” By the time he realized what he’d said, it was too late to claw the words back. It was unjust—he knew it, but he didn’t care. No, that wasn’t true; he cared too much. A voice echoed in his head. You’re a ghost. A fuckin’ tragedy. Everything that you touch—everything that touches you—dies. Maybe that was why he was doing his best to blight this—whatever it was between them—before it could root any deeper into her heart. Yank it out by the roots, ignore how his own heart bled. She’d hate him for it, but she’d be alive to do it.

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

My answer to this on @a-cosmic-elf's ask was my favorite overall kind of compliment, so for this one I'm going to go with my favorite technical compliment. It's voice. When people tell me they can 'hear' my dialogue in the voice of the character in question? That's incredibly uplifting to know that I'm capturing the characters that well.

#starfield #deus ex mankind divided #deus ex #starfield fanfiction #fanfic #eridani writes #writing

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fang-and-feather · 2 years ago

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I'm Yours Tonight

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: Explicit

Categories: F/M

Characters: Arthur Conan Doyle, Amy(OC)

Pairing: Arthur/OC

Words: 2,910

Prompt(s): Wearing nothing but a ribbon around the neck, from the "’tis the season for love" content creation challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @voltage-vixen

Summary: For a Christmas gift, Arthur attempts to offer himself to his inexperienced girlfriend, with awkward but pleasing results.

First time writing for this fandom and I can’t claim to know enough about canon for characterization and background details to be more than my best guesses, but I wanted to write for something I knew less about and see how it would go. (although this is my first fic posted for this fandom but not the first written, I have another for a different challenge that I finished earlier but will post later)

Writing Christmas themed fics in January is a little awkward, but since I had already planned these last month...

When Arthur told Amy he had a surprise for later, she didn’t know what to expect, but what she found in his room wasn’t anywhere close to anything she could have imagined.

First that he had added to the Christmas decorations they had put up together earlier that month, with especial emphasis on the tree in a corner. The lighting of the room came only from the decorations, creating a dim but warm atmosphere.

But the shock was finding Arthur, sitting on his bed, wearing nothing but a red and gold ribbon around his neck, like a wrapped Christmas gift. Something about that level or forwardness was a bit much, even coming from him. Especially considering someone else could have walked in on him instead.

The chance was small, but it could have happened.

Amy couldn’t say she didn’t appreciate the view, though.

“Should I be worried about what kind of game you’re playing at, Arthur?” She asked, locking the door behind her.

“Game? I am pretty serious, luv. I am your Christmas gift.”

She tried controlling her surprise at the bold declaration that she couldn’t put a meaning to. If it was a joke, she wasn’t falling for it. And if it wasn’t… she wasn’t about to tell him she didn’t understand the point.

“You’re trying to tell me you have forgotten to get me a gift, so you wrapped yourself in a ribbon and thought it would be enough to distract me from it?”

The question was more playful than serious. Although he had been busy enough with his writing the last few days, she was pretty aware of him sneaking out sometimes and was very confident as to why.

For someone good at finding things, Arthur wasn’t very good at hiding them. But she would play along for now.

Not for long, though. It was hard for her to concentrate on anything else and not let her eyes roam his indecently exposed body.

Indecent was the way her mind was wandering! What was that relationship turning her into?!

“Are you telling me you didn’t like the gift?” Arthur pretended to be hurt.

Amy chuckled, then casually approached the bed with a soft smile.

“Well, I find it a waste, being gifted something that I already own.”

For a moment, Arthur looked surprised, then a little embarrassed. Amy found that faint pink glow on his cheeks quite cute.

“Not like this, luv. I am gifting you my body tonight for you to do as you please.”

Amy’s cool facade totally shattered at that and she tried to retreat, shocked, but Arthur held both of her hands and gently pulled her to him, the two of them falling on the bed, with her on top.

“What do you…” Amy swallowed hard, feeling heat rushing to her cheeks. “What do you mean?”

“That I want to know what you’re truly like. What you would do to me, or what you would want me to do to you. You’re always so submissive and I wonder if you’re really that meek in bed or do you think that’s what I want from you? I want to know if there is a side of that adventurous and curious girl who knows what she wants and takes it, or even of the fierce, commanding one that is reserved just for me.”

He should know these various sides of her had different levels of heart to mind to them, didn’t he? An actress separated from her character. Things that she used for protection for so long she had difficulty shutting down, even in front of her family.

Calling her fierce and commanding, for example… she had acted like that towards him one time and it was because she thought he was exaggerating in his teasing toward her younger sister.

As for adventurer and curious, these were part of her core but, only when it came to things that only involved her, or that she knew wouldn’t bother people. But sex was about the two of them, and she was afraid of doing something he didn’t like, asking something weird or even hurting him.

The last part was less likely, but she didn’t know what was there to explore and where it would take her once she started.

Which brought her to the fact she knew next to nothing about the art of physical love. Not for lack of some of her friends attempting to teach her, but lack of interest. Amy always thought it wasn’t something you could or should learn with books, only with people, but she had never been truly interested in people. Sex wasn’t a Friday night game you invited the first handsome strange around to play. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure, but about love.

And Arthur had been the first person she ever had romantic feelings for. The only one she ever desired in such a way.

She had no idea what she was doing, so she followed his lead and tried to learn. Although he was cool and even teasing at the moment, was he disappointed?

But doing what he was expecting was not only embarrassing, but also felt like a dance she didn’t know the steps of.

Although, if she went with that analogy, maybe the advice of going at it with your heart and body rather than your head also applied.

“Amy?” A warm hand on her cheek brought her back to reality.

There was Arthur, looking up at her with love and concern while she completely ignored him.

“Sorry.” Amy muttered.

“No. I’m sorry. I thought this would be fun, but I pressured you without talking to you first. If you don’t want to do this…”

“That’s not it.” But Amy couldn’t bring herself to explain herself to him right away. She needed to. After all, a good relationship was made of communication and honesty, but maybe some other time. At the moment, she wanted to find something she could give him for the night. “I just… you know I’m new to this. But it’s not right that I only take from you without giving anything in return.”

“I am the one always taking from you. That’s why I wanted to give you a little something tonight.”

“I thought you wanted to see if I could be the kind of girl you wanted.” She pouted, pretending to be offended.

“I wouldn’t be offering myself to you as a gift only for that. Although I want to find out. Teach you something new and see what you can do.”

Feeling a little more comfortable, Amy kissed him, licking his lips until he chuckled and granted her access. Her tongue explored his mouth, tasting him, his own tongue sometimes teasing her. Usually it was the other way around, so this was a bit strange, but not in a bad way. While they kissed, she rubbed her clothed body against his naked one, stifling a moan at the indirect contact, but continuing the motion, pleased to feel his cock hardening under her, until she heard him moan. Then she pulled back. Both of them were panting, so it was hard for her to tell if she’d heard or imagined a soft whimper.

“If you want to give me something, why don’t you give me a show?”

Despite her confident tone, he probably could see how embarrassed she was, considering how hot she felt, and not all of it in the sexy way.

Maybe this was her way to stall for time while she thought of something else, while improving instead of ruining the mood, but it worked for both of them, right?

“Isn’t it better for me than it is for you?” Arthur teased, but as she got off him, he scooted back towards the other end of the back.

“Depends on how entertained you keep me, right?”

Not like she could keep her attention on anything but him.

That earned a short laugh from him.

“Are you challenging me, luv?”

She didn’t answer, just watched how his first movements were hesitant. Between the amount of hookups he had when she met him, and then her, he probably hadn’t done something like that in a while.

Arthur quickly settled in a slow, almost teasing rhythm. Amy observed how his hand tensed and relaxed, changing pressure, and how his fingers teased the head of his cock every few strokes.

The sight and the low noises he was making were making her feel a little too hot, inside and out. She wanted nothing more than to reach for him and finish the work herself, lick and suck him off… a rare mood since she was always hesitant of giving him a blowjob since the embarrassment that was her first time.

Everything you learned was based on practice, but, in this case, Amy thought her boyfriend shouldn’t be subjected to her poor attempts at practice.

Instead, she started undoing the buttons of her shirt, smirking as she noticed his eyes tracking the movement.

Stopping before showing too much, she crawled closer and watched Arthur spread his legs for her to settle between them. Their eyes met and she winked, before returning her attention back to how he touched himself, especially how he paused at times, not to finish too early. This gave her pause. Wasn’t it painful? Why would he do it?

Reaching out, she wrapped a hand over his, loose enough for him to keep moving at will, and Arthur’s eyes widened, movements coming to a halt.

“Amy?”

She sent him a confident smile, although inside she felt anything but. Evident by how low her voice came out next.

“Teach me?”

“There is my naughty girl. It will be my pleasure.”

Amy was sure she was red enough by now to combust at any moment, so she avoided Arthur’s eyes by observing him, now going for a little faster movement but without too much pressure that she tried to keep up with.

Intent on learning but, at the same time, actually helping him, her other hand reached tentatively to his balls, fondling one of them with careful movements.

Delighted at how his moans changed tune, she tentatively squeezed a little, gaining a rather louder moan.

“You learn fast, don’t you?” He commented between panting breaths, followed by another louder moan.

Amy felt him twitch under their combined touch and she made a final decision, letting go of his hand to hold his pulse instead, rubbing her thumb on the inside.

“I would rather not have a mess to clean later.” Amy tried to explain. Arthur looked surprised, but then just smiled at her and let go of his cock.

Adjusting her position, Amy laid down in front of him, propping herself up in one arm and immediately taking as much of him as she could in her mouth, while her other hand still teased his balls.

One of his hands was at the back of her head, but he didn’t try to push her to his pace. It didn’t take long for him to come after so much teasing. This time Arthur held her down, clearly trying hard not to thrust into her mouth by the way his body shook with the impact of the orgasm, that was pulling even more intense reactions from him than usual and Amy kept sucking and touching him until he let go, exhausted.

“Are you okay?” She sat up and looked him over. There was a flush to his entire body, also glistening with sweat as he laid there, panting. Amy was a little concerned they had pushed it too far, but couldn’t help but find the sight of him like that quite hot. From their usual positions, she never got to admire him like that. “Did I overdo it “

“No.” Arthur managed a breathy laugh. “It was great. But I should be the one pleasing you tonight.”

“Well, you told me I could do anything I wanted to you. But now, why don’t you return the favor?”

Despite still feeling a little embarrassed, especially at him seeing how wet she was, Amy quickly discarded her clothes before sitting back and motioning him to join her. To her surprise, Arthur smiled and made no mention of moving, gesturing her over instead.

“Come here.” Curious, she crawled until she was almost sitting on his chest, but he adjusted her legs so she was hovering right above his face instead. “So wet and ready for me. And I didn’t even touch you yet.” He muttered, warm breath causing goosebumps on her skin and she squirmed a bit. “Your scent drives me crazy. I am so tempted to bite you right now.”

“Latter.” Amy moaned when he pulled her closer, giving her a long, hard lick. “If you behave.”

“Behave, uh? That depends on how you want me to behave. Can I devour you at least?”

“Isn’t that what I asked you for?”

A soft kiss to her clit was followed by a teasing lick with the tip of his tongue, before he tried more kisses down towards her entrance. Amy held on the headboard for purchase, lowering her body closer to his face, careful of him having enough room to breathe and positioned her body - not without struggling a little to find the best position, so he would focus only on her clit for the moment.

Although she loved to watch him pleasing her like that, there was something powerful about that position that was clearly making her bolder.

She was rewarded with firmer licks and kisses and light sucks that made her shudder and grind a little against him.

When Amy found herself closer to orgasm she would move, so he was at her entrance instead. She never got really used to the feeling of his tongue penetrating her, but she didn’t hate it. It was just strange the way the flexible appendage moved.

His hands explored her ass and hips, but Arthur seemed to avoid the spots he knew were the most sensitive. Was he trying to delay her orgasm, too? Or was he trying to be only mildly respectful because she didn’t ask to be further stimulated?

After switching positions a couple more times, Amy’s legs were almost giving up from underneath her, so she decided to finish it. Gathering a little more strength, she pushed her body up and out of his reach.

“Arthur…” she called, hesitantly.

“Yes, luv?”

Amy swallowed hard and took a deep breath before finding her voice to continue.

“Bite me.”

It was more of a plea than an order, but that was the best she would manage for now.

“Since you’re asking so nicely…” he teased.

Arthur kissed a path up her inner thigh, as further up as there was room for him in that position, before sinking his fangs into her flesh.

Amy barely felt the needle-like pain anymore, and the rush of pleasure was always more intense when she was so aroused already. Her moan came out loud enough to be a cry instead, and she was surprised that she didn’t come right away.

Having been holding back all this time, it looked like Arthur was even more thirsty than usual by the greedy way he drank her blood.

The time when she would have laughed at anyone suggesting she would ever be so euphoric at being bitten by a vampire was long gone. Now a part of her craved sharing herself with her beloved in such a manner.

So maybe she could learn to change her view on her other desires for him too, and, someday, these fears and insecurities would be a thing of the past too.

“Arthur…” Her voice still sounded pleading. She needed him to finish what he had started already, and fast.

“The taste of you combined like this is my favorite.” He placed a few more kisses on her tight before moving to resume his previous task.

Amy didn’t resist when he adjusted her body, tongue fucking her, a hand supporting her back and the other stimulating her clit. She didn’t last even a minute before the explosive orgasm that almost caused her to collapse on top of him, but Arthur guided her more gently to sit on his chest instead, lapping and sucking at her, fingers still stimulating her sensitive nub until her orgasm died down.

He was the one who had to help maneuver her to lie by his side or she would have collapsed on the spot.

“I told you this would be fun.”

His voice was teasing, but his gaze and smile were so tender that Amy knew immediately that she regretted nothing. Every awkwardness and embarrassment was worth it if it made the man she loved happy.

“If you think so, that’s all I need.” Amy whispered, snuggling into his chest. “Sorry I’m tired and we can’t…”

Finish, she would say, but stopped when he kissed her forehead.

“We don’t need to. There are no rules for us to make love except that it makes both of us happy. But if you wake up later, feeling rested and craving me, I’ll be happy to indulge you.”

“Who knows? It is Christmas and I usually would be awake, anyway.” Although a little weary, Amy pulled back to look at him. “Merry Christmas, Arthur. I love you.”

“Love you too, Amy.” He kissed her on the lips this time. A deep but gentle kiss. “Merry Christmas.”

Writing on my phone is so annoying. Sometimes I press wrong letters without noticing and make typos that both me and the grammar checker miss on editing...

#’tis the season for love #’tis the season for smut #’tis the season for love content creation challenge #ikemen vampire #ikevamp arthur #cybird ikemen #fang's writing #ikevamp #fanfiction #ikevamp fanfic

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manipulatorkaleidoscope · 1 year ago

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Phi and or hyde hcs pleazd

On it boss 🫡

This might be a long post because I’m more personally attached to the antagonists and that also includes Phi and Hyde so… yeah 👍

Phi

thinks he’s all that when he really isn’t all that

dresses up on the regular like he is going to a fancy rich people party that they set up in hotels and they discuss buissness there

Secretly wants to wear ball gowns or those really thought form fitting black leather dresses

Has a fully maxed out (not really) Royale high account where he spent like a bagillion Robux on before

Has a canopy bed. Also, has a big room. Everything is neatly organized and it’s so clean it gives a horror movie aura

Has Hyde’s contact number named as “spare parts”

Also, constantly harassed Hyde during their childhood cause he is a little b*cht

Wears heels. I mean. Cmon why wouldn’t he

Is a bigger drama queen than what he pretends he is.

Doesn’t really have any friends LMAO-

Is probably aroace. There is no love for anyone behind those eyes 👀

One time Hyde said that his eyes looked like the Nintendo switch and Phi was ready to drop everything and throw hands

Only really gets along with Evel. And even then they are just awkward aquantiances

was 15 years old by the time Turbo happened

Hyde

Spends a lot of money on clothes too make it look like he can’t afford clothes

Finds shattered glass cool. Once shattered a mirror just to glue the pieces of that mirror to another mirror

Both Him and Phi had Pokémon once in their corsponding consoles. One time Hyde’s pickachu won against Phi’s Pokémon, so Phi broke his console. Hyde gets all sad when he thinks about it.

Unironically likes Vocaloid

One time he hosted a Vocaloid fan club and the only other person that showed up was Aiger (who also likes Vocaloid) and that’s how they became friends.

Is some kind of gender outside of the binary. idk witch one but it’s one of them.

Looks up articles on how to be a better older sibling, prints them out and shoves them violently into Phi’s face.

His room is a mess but in an Aesthetic kind of way.

Is probably friends with Arthur (yes, Arthur Peregrine 😅)

One time broke into Phi’s room and broke one of his many mugs and then just left.

Hyde invites random people to stay over at dread tower. Hense why Kyle is here.

(I might have WAY more but that’s all I can remember 😌)

Time for my personal ratings

Phi

solid ✨9.9999999999999999999/10✨ Is a lil b*cht that holds no regards to the safety of others and manipulates people (Phi really be like “gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!” Huh) but honestly, that’s the charm. I might be biased because he is one of my 5 baby girls and the only one from beyblade for that matter, But… he’s a genuenly good character ngl. Good job for the story writers for writing him well.

Hyde

… do I really need to explain.

I do??

ok 👍

✨10/10✨ straight up one of the best characters in the series. He is my third favorite so I’m way way WAY more biased with Hyde that how I am with Phi lmao. He deserves all of the nice things in the world. It just cause, at first, you think he’s also a jerk like his brother, but he just acts out and acts that way because Phi… didn’t really care for him. It becomes more obvious as the season goes on. It just makes you sad and it makes you want to hug Hyde. Also. I like the color purple. I’m biased. Enough said

(I’ll do the rest tomorrow! For now, ask away!)

#phi beyblade #hyde beyblade #beyblade burst #beyburst #bey burst headcannons #k is rambling about beyblade kids again 🤦

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zablife · 2 years ago

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Dark Games Teaser

Arthur Shelby x Evelyn (OC) x Finn Shelby

Summary: When power hungry Arthur is left to run the Eden Club unchecked, he forces his women into dangerous games with the characters of the London underworld. What happens when Finn interferes with his newest girl?

Moodboard credit: the lovely @shelbydelrey

“Where’s Vera?” Evelyn asked of her friend, waiting to see if Arthur would tell the truth.

“The lads told me her mum’s sick,” Arthur said somewhat unconvincingly, walking away.

“That’s not true,” Evelyn said more defiantly than intended. The emotion coursing through her caused her voice to rise involuntarily as she continued, “Isiah and Bonnie took her away tonight. I saw them. ” As soon as the words left her mouth she knew it was a mistake. His eyes turned dark and he stalked toward her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a dressing room.

“The fuck you just say to me?” he growled, slamming the door behind him and dropping the empty whisky bottle he held. The glass shattered at her feet as he hurled her in front of him. “You questioning my men?” he asked with a shake of his head, hair falling in front of his eyes precariously.

“No, Arthur,” she said, casting her eyes downward in fear now that they were alone. “I would never…I’m telling you because…I thought you would want to know what goes on when you’re gone. Wouldn’t you?” she asked, stumbling over her words, feeling uncertain now that he was so close to her, seething with anger.

Arthur towered over Evelyn, face like stone with no hint of human emotion visible. “You’re scaring me, Arthur,” she said, backing away from him. Her back hit the edge of the vanity, mirror shaking precariously behind her as a jar fell to the floor. A plume of white powder erupted at her feet, drawing his attention from her momentarily.

The tension broke suddenly as he smiled and chuckled darkly, “Scared of me, little dove? Since when?” It was then she regretted every kindness and gesture she'd accepted from him, knowing now that it had all been a lie.

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Arthur Shelby fanfic #Arthur Shelby imagine #Arthur Shelby x OC

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whatswiththemustache · 11 months ago

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tell me about Tenderglass 👀

Oooh hehe thank you so much for the ask and the interest!!!!

So Tenderglass (tentatively named) is going to be a oneshot with a heavy focus on Morgana/Gwen. This one would feature Arthur/Merlin more so in passing, along with other characters, but would definitely be much more of a study of Morgana and Gwen, and their relationship, over the years (canon-ish compliant, at first, with a LOT of embellishment, and then eventually canon divergent).

I'm really excited for this fic because A) I've never written Morgwen, but I really want to, and B) I really want the excuse to delve into Morgana and Gwen's characters/backstories as individuals as well, without putting everything through a Merlin/Arthur lense. That's why I specifically am choosing to have Merlin and Arthur be side characters in this story: while the both of them will still be relevant to the plot and to Morgana and Gwen's internal struggles, I don't want them to take the spotlight.

This one has been on the back burner for sure, and I'm not sure when I'll be done with it. But it's been a really fun project to jump into every now and then whenever I want a break from other things.

Here is a very small excerpt from a portion of what I have so far that I really like!

Excerpt from Tenderglass

When she was just a girl, freshly delivered to Camelot's doorstep by the scruff of her neck like some kind of yowling, ferocious kitten, Morgana had despised everyone.

No one could escape her wrath, then. Not the stern, shining knights who'd flanked her all the way from Gorlois' estate to Camelot. Not the meek, flinching stablehands who'd carefully pulled the reins from her clenched fists, the moment after her feet first touched the cursed flagstones of the vast courtyard. Not the bored, unsympathetic prince who'd only frowned at her, hands behind his back, and rolled his eyes when he'd been told to "act as a brother" to her. Certainly not the tall, smiling king, who held his arms out to her like he was some kind of savior, and only patted her head when she scowled at him, and murmured to her easily: soon enough, Camelot will be your home.

Morgana reserved her murderous looks for no one. The maid that had been assigned to her - a broad, elderly woman with an abundance of smile lines - began things with a patient tilt of her head, a sad little sigh. Morgana huffed at her and turned her back. The maid tsked and gently chastised her. Morgana took off on flying feet and hid in an alcove. They hadn't been able to find her for the better part of an hour - and when they did, she burst out raging, with a little piece of shattered pottery clutched in her hand, and her palm scraped raw.

She’d shocked them all, with that – a strange little wildcat, she was, and for no apparent reason.

Come now, dear, what troubles you? Perhaps a nice warm bath will soothe you. I’ll have a chambermaid run to the physician and ask for a night draught.

They didn’t understand. She didn’t want to be soothed.

#thank you again for the ask!! :)#hopefully this one will get more attention from me sometime soon bc i am really excited for it #fanfic #writing #merlin #morgana #gwen #morgwen

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deadendtracks · 1 year ago

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🎈 and/or 🕯️for the fic writers ask?

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

I've been asked this before and I don't really know how to answer it; most of the time I'm not doing anything deliberate with style so I find it hard to articulate, though I do try to get a sense of the voice of the character whose POV I'm writing. I guess that could be style? The POV often dictates a bit of the style, maybe.

Alfie is of course more verbose and tends to do a lot of ruminating and self-rationalizing, though I probably write him as more self-aware than I think he is in canon. He's a story teller and has a bit of a circular thing going on. He avoids things in his thinking because he's not ready to admit them or face them, and covers with all that rumination and stream of consciousness stuff.

Tommy is more stripped down, fewer words, doesn't necessarily do a lot of overt thinking beyond the present moment, not in a verbalized way. Not that he *doesn't* think about things but in my view he's very present- or future-focused most of the time; when he *isn't* present-focused he runs into trouble and his 'voice' gets more fragmented. To me Tommy runs a lot more on instinct or nonverbal thinking than he'd ever admit to or be able to articulate, so I try to have a sense of things happening underneath and driving his conscious narration. Tommy's a highly compartmentalized, avoidant consciousness in many ways; things are locked in boxes that he knows are there-- he's self aware, he knows what is in most of the boxes, he just knows not to go into those places or he'll implode and he can't afford that. He's not wrong.

Charlie Strong's voice is fairly close to Tommy's though not as present-focused in the same way and not fragmented. The story I wrote from Polly's POV was my first fic in this fandom; if I had to write it over I'd probably think more about what her 'voice' sounds like, though I don't think it's terribly off in that fic it's not quite right. Ada and Lizzie when I've written their POVs are more straight-forward and pragmatic. I probably find Arthur the hardest to write.

The more overt stylistic pieces are probably short little things like hobnail, tenderfoot, or all soul's night, where I did play around a little bit with the writing in a more deliberate way.

Whatever style I have has probably changed since I started writing fanfiction many years ago, but my core interests haven't really changed.

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

Probably This Bed of Shattered Bone, mostly because the pandemic started somewhere around two-thirds of the way through writing it and at one point I didn't think I'd finish. Also it's my most researched story, the longest story I ever completed, and the ending wasn't really what I expected.

My current WIP is hard on me to write for a variety of reasons but primarily because I've had a harder time writing at all this year and also because it's just... probably too ambitious of an idea and it's taking forever to get to the point and I'm not entirely sure how to tell it.

To be honest most fics I write take me to places I don't think they will take me, because anything longer than a few thousand words usually starts off with very little plan or even really any idea what it's about or where it will go. Often I think I'm just going to write something short, lol. This Bed of Shattered Bone came to me with that first scene kind of pouring out of me and I had no idea really what was happening, just this image of Tommy showing up mute in Alfie's sitting room in Margate. Not was supposed to be a PWP. Famous last words.

I'm a seat of the pants writer for the most part.

#writing is hard

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nessieart · 1 year ago

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Teeth part 11

|| Images from the Past ||

WC: 1.8k

AN: A short one! I've had this in my drafts for awhile, i just didn't know where i was going to put it in the story. And i think it's perfect here.

Warnings: depictions of violence, blood, guns, character deaths (not reader).

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1954

It’s been two years since your parents passed, and the sadness around the house is palpable. Your oldest brother, Charles, had taken it upon himself to take care of everyone. He had two jobs to support him and your siblings. Your second oldest brother, Junior, also worked to help support you all. Arthur, the youngest, had moved out of state after the war, and you haven’t seen him since the funeral.

The unexpected passing of your parents was a surprise. Your mother had gotten sick and couldn’t shake the illness. Her health deteriorated fast, and whatever caused the violent tuberculosis took her within days of the first sign of coughing up blood. It was not even two weeks later that your father also passed. You all tried to be enough for him to keep living without your mother - his soulmate, he would say - but it wasn’t enough, you weren’t enough.

They’re both buried under the Joshua tree at the edge of the property in the backyard. You blame yourself for no reason your siblings would tell you, but your father always said you were his light. So, why? Why weren’t you able to pull him out of his depression after mother passed?

The sun had long set when your oldest brothers returned from work. You all sat at the table eating dinner late when Aiden, the 3rd eldest, said he heard a noise from outside. You all stilled - with baited breath - as you all listened for any sign of life outside.

“Maybe it was just the wind,” Benji said. He was only a few years older than you and Leon. He was shushed, your older brothers moving silently to the window and back door.

A heartbeat passed, and then chaos reigned. A window was shattered, and in came some kind of grenade, it billowed heavy smoke into the small cabin. Charlie acted fast, covering the smoke grenade with a blanket. A few more were thrown through windows, glass shattering on the hardwood floors.

"Get your sister and get out!" Shouted Charlie. Your four older brothers were digging through drawers and cabinets for knives and an old shotgun.

Leon took your hand in his and held tightly. You both made your way on hands and knees across the house to the trap door under a bed. He lifted the bed out of the way with ease, and you opened the hatch on the floor. You could hear snarling coming from down the hall. Your older brothers must have Shifted to fend off the intruders. Leon rushed you in the hatch, and he followed as soon as you were in, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

As you two crawled your way through the tunnel beneath the house, you let your tears fall.

“We should stay and help them, Sunny,” you turn to Leon and stop. “They need all the help they can get! We don’t even know who’s out there!” You go to shuffle back, but Leon stops you.

There’s unshed tears in his eyes, “Charlie gave me an order, and I won't disobey him, not about this.” You went to argue when the ground shook, dirt and rubble falling on you both. With no other option but to continue onwards, you and Leon made your way towards the end of the makeshift tunnel.

The exit of the tunnel was far from the house, and you slowly lifted the hatch to look around out in the darkness. It seemed clear, and you and Leon stepped out silently into the night.

In the distance, you could see a dim orange light and smoke billowing up towards the sky. “Th-they set the house on fire,” was all you said. You went to move closer to the house, maybe see if your brothers were ok. Leon grabbed you and pulled you into a nearby bush, covering your mouth with his hand.

“There’s someone else out here,” he whispered in your ear. Both your hearts were beating fast as you listened in the dark. Watching and waiting.

Leon let you go after a few minutes had passed, and there was no other sound to be heard. You both breathed a sigh of relief.

“We stick to the escape plan, right?” He asks you, and you nod. Leon shifts, you bend over, and you two touch foreheads for a moment before he dashes off into the night. You’d meet back up in a few days a few towns over, just to make sure no one follows either of you.

You looked back towards the house, maybe just a quick look. You were sure your brothers were fine. No one knew what you all were. So the element of surprise meant nothing if the intruders didn’t know you were Shifters.

You neared the Joshua tree in the backyard silently. The house was fully on fire now. The smoke rose high in the night sky and blocked out the stars above. You could barely see the moon now. You kept to the bushes along the outskirts of the yard and made your way towards the front.

You suppressed a scream, your hands coming up to your mouth to silence yourself. In the front yard were your older brothers. Charlie was on his knees, it looks like they forced him to shift back to human. There was blood pouring down his face from a gash on his head. A man stood behind him with what looked like a baton. There was electricity coming from the end. The man bent down to say something in Charlie's ear, and his eyes went wide, and Charlie zeroed in on your figure hidden in the darkness. He shook his head, pleading something you couldn’t hear, and the man behind him jabbed him with his taser baton.

You whimpered out a small sound, tears streaming down your face. Next to Charlie, your brothers Aiden and Benji were still Shifted, some kind of collar around their necks as they lay on the ground unconscious. You couldn’t see Junior anywhere. You pray he got away.

As Charlie regains his composer, he shouts something at the men standing around them. His eyes glow bright, and you think he’s about to rip the man nearest him to shreds, and a shot rings out. You still, and so does Charlie. A moment later, another man comes around the house from the darkness dragging the limp, shifted body of your brother Junior.

“No…” you whisper to yourself. You can’t hear anything else. The blood rushing in your ears is so loud that you think the men across the field can hear it. You’re shaking, and your eyes glow. You can’t shift, not here, not yet. Another shot rings out, and Charlie bends over and screams. The sound would haunt you for the rest of your life. You can see red coming from the white coat of your brother Aiden. You think he’s begging because the man that had tasered him crouches down to say something else to Charlie, and Charlie shakes his head. He stills as another man points a gun at your unconscious brother Benji on the ground. And then Charlie points towards you, hiding in the dark in the bushes.

You scramble back in the dirt and go to get up and run. As you turn to run, you ram into a solid body and get knocked back down in the dirt.

Looking up, a giant mass of a man stands before you, his hair is stringy and long to his ears, there’s a mask covering the bottom half of his face but you’re sure he’s sneering at you. The crystal blue of his eyes shines in the firelight from the house, and they look cold and distant as he stares down at you. A gleam catches your eye as his fingers on his left hand glint in the light from the fire. He clenches his fist, and there’s a mechanical whirring sound. He’s dressed in all black, from his combat boots to his pants and the tactical vest with long sleeves.

“P-please,” you plead. There’s tears running down your face making tracks in the dirt that’s smudged on your cheeks. He tilts his head to the side as he looks down at you.

“Poydem so mnoy, lepestok,” his voice is deep and gravelly. It sounds like he has to force the words out of his mouth. It sends shivers up your spine, and you shake your head at him. He growls as he crouches down to your level, in one swift motion his hand goes to his hip and he flips a knife through his fingers a few times before he grasps it and points it under your chin so you can look up at him.

He smells like charred coal and machinery, gunpowder, leather, and dried mint. It reminds you of a cold winter's evening.

“YA ne budu sprashivat' snova,” his knife presses into your chin a little, “lepestok.”

“I-I don-don’t kn-know what y-you’re saying,” you stutter out softly, afraid to speak above a whisper. “Please, pl-please let m-me go.” You reach up and touch his wrist. His skin is warm under your fingertips. The masked man inhales sharply, eyes wide, and he jumps back like you’ve burned him.

The man in the mask flips his knife in his fingers again and puts it away at his hip. He looks out across the field to where your brother Charlie is slumped over as his shoulders shake.

“Begi, lepestok. Begi,” he looks back down at you. The crystal of his eyes shine a little brighter in the firelight, almost more blue now as you stare wide-eyed up at him. His voice is a little louder, but not much, “Run.”

You think he’s toying with you until he moves away, sparring you one last glance, and he makes his way across the field towards the other men at the front of your burning house. You see him shake his head slightly and point in a different direction from where you are still sitting. The man he was talking to shouts something in the language you don’t understand, and you jump a little when he backhands the man in the mask.

The masked man makes no movement to retaliate, just turns his head back towards the man that hit him and nods once. He pulls out a pistol from his back and shoots Benji twice and Aiden once more. Charlie lets out another scream, and he goes to lunge at the Masked Man, but he doesn’t get the chance to reach him, and he’s shot in the back from the man behind him. And the masked man shoots Charlie once more in the chest.

Dead. They’re all dead, and you couldn’t do anything about it. You sat there and watched it all happen.

You don’t realize you’ve screamed until the men across the field are on alert, and they shout instructions at each other and fan out. You look up, and the Masked Man is staring at you. He shakes his head, and you think you can hear him say,

“Run, little Petal.”

A jolt runs through your spine, and you turn on your heel and run away. And you don’t stop or look back.

AN: Thanks for reading! it means so much to me!

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the Shifter siblings!

#shifter!reader #tony stark x shifter!reader #nessieart #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #tony stark x reader

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