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nightingaelic · 4 years ago

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NV companions reactions to taking the courier’s place in OWB

"Here and now got its ups and downs, but... focusing on the past, like it was any better? That's just Old World Blues." -Blind Diode Jefferson

Arcade Gannon: Being whisked off to a pre-war scientific research haven and adopted by a group of five floating brains in jars was actually a dream Arcade had once, but he was pretty sure it didn't involve losing his own brain along the way. Conversation with the Think Tank would leave him amused at first, but increasingly more horrified as he learned the secrets of Big MT and realized just how much chaos they could create if they weren't busy playing in their Mojave sandbox. The most intriguing part of Big MT for Arcade would, of course, be the Sink. The Biological research station, the light switches, the Sink Central Intelligence Unit and all the others would fascinate him, and he would do his best to figure out their components and try to replicate them in New Vegas for the Followers of the Apocalypse to use. This leads to more than a few circular conversations with Doctor Klein and, once he meets him, Doctor Mobius. I think Mobius' side of the story would leave Arcade depressed about the state of Big MT and the various things roaming its landscape that used to be people. His argument with his own brain, on the other hand, would be worthy of any pre-war sitcom. Though sorely tempted to destroy the Think Tank for good and prevent their wild experimentation ever escaping the crater, I think Arcade would weight the potential good their technology could do much more heavily and convince Doctor Klein to partner with him as a new head researcher.

Craig Boone: Given Boone's hatred for the Legion and their enslavement practices, the Think Tank would seal their doom as soon as they stripped him of his brain and his ability to fight back. And once he found Little Yangtze and its total pacification collars? Oh, it's on. I don't think Boone would be sly about his anger either, but given the Think Tank's flippant attitude toward their lobotomites, they probably wouldn't pick up on just how furious he was until it was too late. There are two things Boone would form attachments to while sneaking around Big MT: Roxie, the ever-loyal cyberdog with a heart of gold, and the Stealth Suit Mk II, which compliments Boone's combat style with minimal commentary. While I don't think Boone would have any strong feelings either way toward Doctor Mobius, I don't think he would kill him unless he had to. Mobius would probably be tickled by his stoic countenance, and would attempt to shower him in Mentats as a way of loosening up. Boone's brain would be a bit like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh, reveling in its own sadness for once because Boone always shoved those feelings out of sight and out of mind. Their main argument would be over a compromise to confront that deep sorrow once reunited. When the Think Tank is dead, Boone zaps Roxie and himself back to Nipton, then smashes the Big Mountain Transportalponder! on the nearest rock.

Lily Bowen: I think we could class Lily's reaction to being kidnapped and experimented upon by the Think Tank as utter confusion. She would still be as benevolent as ever, trying her best to soothe the over-inflated egos of the various doctors as they debated what to do with this creature that had thoroughly stumped the Auto-Doc upon recovery, but I think she would start looking for the exit as soon as they suggested a full dissection. Lily's experience in Big MT would be very different from the other companions after that, with the Think Tank sending wave after wave of lobotomites and night stalkers after her in an attempt to regain their new test subject, and Lily beating each attack back with her trusty vertibird blade and the growing pile of new gadgets she accumulated with every location visited. I think Doctor Mobius would watch this play out with interest, and would send a few packs of robo-scorpions to herd her toward the radar fence, then surreptitiously lower the barrier long enough for her to stumble outside. The story of her time in "the Big Empty" would become a fireside hit in Jacobstown, but few would believe that she had actually found the place where all cazadores and night stalkers come from.

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul is already missing a few body parts, so what's one more? The old ghoul would be somewhat exasperated at finding himself in another situation of imprisonment and being forced to do work for others, but at least it's not as boring as Black Mountain. Big MT, on the other hand, is a heck of a lot more deadly than the State of Utobitha, but all Raul can do is roll his eyes every time he spots another band of lobotomites chasing him down or robo-scorpions crawling over the horizon. Like Boone, Raul grows fond of Roxie, though his favorite acquisition from Big MT's tech piles would definitely be the proton axe: He just likes the way it looks and feels when he's swinging it around. Confronting Doctor Mobius would come when the old ghoul is reaching the end of his patience with the Think Tank, though he would spare the mad scientist some time to listen to his sad story and ponder the fate of Big MT. I think Raul would be the one most in tune with his disembodied brain, and they would greet each other as old friends that share a rocky history, but have accepted each other's flaws. As for the Think Tank, Raul would leave the decision of what to do with them up to Doctor Mobius: After all, they're not his mess to clean up.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Oh boy. Cass is no one's errand girl, but she's also rather fond of her brain, pickled in liquor though it may be. She would blaze a deadly trail through Big MT, marked by the wrecked bodies of robo-scorpions and Y-17 trauma override harnesses (a personal scourge for the former caravan owner, maybe her teams wouldn't have been killed if she'd just had some goddamned walking suits to do the job) and the never-ending stream of curse words floating on the crater's breeze. The lobotomites would quickly learn to stay out of her way, and every new acquisition for the Think Tank would be tossed unceremoniously on the floor of the sanctum with a clatter. Doctor Dala loves the caravaner, but the others all hate her, and Cass can't help but find the feeling mutual. Doctor Mobius would not be able to sway her from high-tailing it out of Big MT as soon as possible, and like Raul, she would not see the Think Tank's containment as her responsibility. Her brain, on the other hand, would berate her for her internalized guilt and bully her into doing the right thing - which, in her case, is eliminating the Think Tank's threat once and for all.

Veronica Santangelo: The main challenge for the doctors of the Think Tank upon capturing Veronica would be prying her away from their sanctum long enough to set her on the path to retrieving tech for them. Like Arcade, Veronica would be fascinated by the Sink and everything in it, but she would be equally fascinated with the scientists themselves and their varied personalities. She would prod Doctor Klein for details about his work, decode Doctor 8's speech patterns, and roll her tongue around in her mouth for Doctor Dala's recording equipment. Getting her brain back would take a backseat to just wandering Big MT, taking in the crazy inventions from a world long gone and wondering which ones she could bring home to Elder McNamara to show him how remaining set in his ways has put the Brotherhood of Steel on a path to irrelevance. This desire would stay her hand after meeting Doctor Mobius, and would lead her to convince the Think Tank to abandon their escape attempts and return to testing silly hypotheses. Her most important discovery would be the clues left behind by Father Elijah, well on his way to becoming a mad scientist himself, and Christine, hot on his trail for the Brotherhood of Steel. All in all, the experience would leave Veronica hungry for more adventure and send her sprinting toward the Sierra Madre and an uncertain fate.

ED-E: As a robot, the Think Tank would be disappointed with the little intruder and would likely argue about whether to toss it in the scrap pile. Doctor 0 would be absolutely disgusted by the intrusion of Robert House's technology into Big MT, but Doctor Dala would become attached to the eyebot and adopt it, cooing about the elegance of its design while simultaneously bemoaning its lack of biorhythms. ED-E, confused, would humor her for a while before striking out to explore the crater and its many wonders. After its first run-in with lobotomites, the eyebot would flee in fear, straight past the X-42 giant robo-scorpion and into the clutches of Doctor Mobius. The self-proclaimed villain would take pity on the robot and release it outside the radar fence with an escort of robo-scorpions to take home.

Rex: Cyberdogs are a well-known quantity at Big MT, so the new arrival from outside the radar fence is immediately handed over to Doctor Borous for his X-8 project. With a fresh new brain, some grease on his joints, and a competent pack addition named Roxie, Rex is ready to take on any obstacle courses in the X-8 research center. Once the two cyberdogs grow bored of tearing through night stalkers and avoiding Gabe, they make their escape and lope off into the Mojave to have a litter of Boston terrifiers together.

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soupmanspeaks · 1 year ago

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retconning stuff and adding onto this because i can lmao, AA 1 would probably be renowned defense attorney William Afton against up and coming prosecutor Michael Schmidt Afton, and the cases would for the most part be filler trials in scenario's which Fazbear Entertainment just sweeps stuff under the rug, The opening cinematic would probably show a man in a purple car on a rainy night saying something along the lines of "I....I really did it....that'll show him" and then transitions to the games title, The last case would be different as it would be finding out who truly was behind the MCI and law!Michael has somehow turned the accused position onto William, and the spirits gathering around him only add to his buckets of nervous sweating (his breakdown animation would be him getting springlocked lmao) AA2 would start with a cutscene of Michael getting scooped and then it would show Ennard just suddenly being thrust into the courtroom, with springrap on the defense table across from him (he always comes back), and Lizzie being like " What's wrong, 'Michael'? you don't look okay🥺" (because she's still salty about being kicked out of Ennard even after joining Michael,) so Ennard just nopes out of there and then we are suddenly back as Michael and have to learn the case as we go, and in true AA protagonist fashion, Michael somehow fumbles his way to victory The last case for this game would probably be Springtrap accusing Michael of the death of CC, so then Michael has to defend himself in court and somehow prove he wasn't at fault, with CC scrambling in the hopes to help him (he forgave him for that, its fine lol) uhhh random additional things lol The courtroom would be normal on Michael's first trial, but after William's first ever loss, in sheer pettiness, he buys the entire courtroom and then themes and reconstructs it to look like if a chuck e cheese threw up on the supreme court, (if this was a real game then this would be a sorta pizza-sim thing where Michael could redecorate his side of the faz-courtroom lol)

one of the filler trials for the hypothetical AA2 is the solving of the murder behind the 2 technicians in Sister Location, and Michael has the bright idea of calling Elizabeth herself to the stand, (she was at circus baby's for a bit and was there for halfway of the Ennard plan before she decided to side with Michael) so this either means that on the witness stand is a small British girl who seems to phase in and out of reality or a hulking 7ft 2" clown robot that is way too insistent about giving the court ice cream, (Springtrap would be like "you're doing great, sweetie!" in the most condescending tone and Lizzie would just say "Shut UP fathah") During AA2's last trial, the court is just so desperate for some solid evidence, that they get Fredbear himself on the witness stand, the problem though is that Cassidy just decides to become a silly little prankster and just says conflicting incriminating evidence which Evan tries to desperately remedy Judge: "So, Mr…err..Fredbear, you first said that Mr.Schmidt was not guilty because of the faulty wiring present in your jaw, but then you claimed that the wiring up to date and even upgraded, can you explain this?" FB, with CC manipulating him: "u h h h h….I forgor? I for gor hor hor hor?" and then the entire court just share a collective silence and Michael already starts designing the robot he wants to haunt if he were to get charged Its okay though because Evan panics and nightmare gases the entire courtroom which then forces the court to an abrupt recess, everyone would be running out the building but CC is just in the prosecution's corner being like "aha…ah…I got you some extra time at least? ^^" " and Michael and William are just staring daggers at each other with William being all angry and Michael being just smug it would go like "Now, Mr.Schmidt, earlier in your argument you said that Fazbear Entertainment should be charged under OSHA violation 1910.212(b) for the fact that the robots roa--HOLY F--- WHAT WH- WHAT- I- WHAT IS THAT THING" and everyone is just terrified of the mass hallucination of Nightmarionne Helpy is Michael's court record, he just got bored once and tinkered around till he had a pink and white bear in his hands that told him what the autopsy report was and what all the collective evidence is thats all I got lol

im so sorry I have this stupid au where its like Michael is a prosecutor, and Stringtrap is the defense (yes, Springtrap, not William, he is already dead n resuscitated and possessing the suit lol) N like, Elizabeth and CC are like, the Maya and the Pearl of this au or smth, but they're ghosts, so no one can see them, so it makes Mike look a little crazy when he consult's his prosecution team during a trial and no one is there and it looks like he's talking to himself 😭😭 Like, Springtrap probably has the most charisma in that entire court room or something, and he always ands up winning cases, and Michael has to make sure Fazbear Entertainment get's the guilty verdict for all the shenaniganry (cover ups) they did Idk its so sillaye <33

#fnaf #michael afton #elizabeth afton #crying child #ace attorney #william afton #springtrap #five nights at freddy’s #i also had the idea that a security puppet acted as judge lol #just so it could be the most impartial #it would be after William bought the courtroom #it wouldnt be built by William just so he can show to the court how honest and fair he is (sure thing #bud)#i love lawyer au lmao its so silly #faz-court

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vmficrecs · 5 years ago

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any fics (logan/veronica) where logan takes care/comforts of veronca when she's going through a hard time? or when logan and veronica actually have a conversation about veronica's sexual trauma/rape?

This fic list pertains to the “Logan takes care/comforts Veronica” part of the ask, as there are several other asks requesting fics to do with Logan and Veronica + her rape & sexual assault. Thank you for your patience!

Previously on VM Fic Recs:

petpluto, “By Contrast With the Love,” Teen, Post Season 2 AU

Keith dies. Logan works to pick up the pieces left in the wake of Cassidy’s destruction.

bigboobedcanuck, “Lost in the Sounds,” Teen, Season 3

Little 307 gapfiller after Veronica is attacked in the parking lot. Logan and Keith take care of her.

taken_with_you, “The Benefits of Being Lost,” Mature, Season 2 AU

Veronica hasn’t been at school for a couple days and Logan can’t help but notice.

SilverLining2k6, “Sometimes You Can’t Make it On Your Own,” Teen, Season 1 AU

Silly Duncan stopped taking his meds. Now, one dead Fitzpatrick later, Logan and Veronica need to get him out of town. Too bad they hate each other.

Notes: SOMETIMES!!!!!!!!! the whole premise is logan taking care of veronica and duncan and getting the H E L L out of dodge because he is the best person ever. also sometimes is one of the top veronica mars fanfics. i believe i have told the story of how the first time i read it i was up until like 6am or something and i read every. single. chapter. because i could not put it down. it creates it’s own veronica mars mythology and the UST between logan and veronica is in a league of it’s own. m is too good and too kind to us and i would die for this fic.

New to VM Fic Recs:

Third Rule of Fight Club Author: aperfectsong Pairing: Logan/Veronica; Keith; Lynn Rating: Teen Genre: Friendship, Hurt/Comfort Setting: Season 1 Spoilers: 1.06, “Return of the Kane” Chapters: 4 Word Count: 34368 Status: Complete Summary: After a case goes wrong, Logan finds Veronica at the beach. Notes: veronica gets a concussion and keith is out of town and logan takes care of her!!!! set after 1.06 and y’all it is SO. GOOD. the characterization of logan and veronica is perfect and the author takes great care with the keith/veronica dynamic, the keith/logan dynamic, and the logan/lynn dynamic, which is so greatly appreciated. basically this is one of my favorite fics ever. i remember losing my mind when i read this for the first time and i want that same experience for y’all.

Sick Days 101: Remedial Lessons for Rich Boys Author: trogdor19 Pairing: Logan/Veronica Rating: Teen Genre: Romance, They Are Both Soft and Stupid Setting: Season 3 Spoilers: nothing explicit, but 1.06 “Return of the Kane” as well Chapters: 3 Word Count: 8428 Status: Complete Summary: Veronica has The Worst cold ever, and Logan is being his usual clueless rich boy self. It's like he has no idea how to nurture a sick person at all. That's it! She's going to teach him if she has to forcibly blanket and bad-movie him herself. Notes: THE SEROTONIN WE ALL NEED AND DESERVE. I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC. logan taking care of veronica while she’s sick, while veronica insists on trying to teach him how to be sick properly, is the most genius and delightful setting. logan having an employee of the neptune grand’s number that he can just call and talk to and veronica being jealous!!! “yeah but you might be the patron saint of trojan” i love safe sane and consensual sex god logan echolls. THE BIT ABOUT THE FUCKING BLANKET FORT drop your location trogdor19 i just wanna talk. more of a mutual hurt/comfort fic of these dumbos trying to take care of each other and it’s sooo sweet.

Building Bridges Author: Chikabiddy Pairing: Logan/Veronica; Keith; Duncan; etc. Rating: General Genre: Friendship, Hurt/Comfort; Fluff Setting: Season 1 AU Spoilers: all season one to be safe Chapters: 12 Word Count: 39047 Status: In Progress Summary: Veronica lands herself in a little bit of trouble on a case and a quasi-pocket dial gives Logan the chance to help. AU after 1.02, “Credit Where Credit’s Due” Notes: “He soaked it in, rubbing his hand gently down her arm and breathed in everything Veronica Mars. She was both new and familiar to him, like coming home after a long holiday to find your house totally redone; insides gutted and made completely unrecognizable. But, remodeling aside, home is still home.” I love the abrupt realization Logan has that he doesn’t want anything bad or permanent to happen to Veronica, and then he immediately course corrects his behavior to try and be a friend to her again.

See Appendix for Further Information Author: Cubbiegirl1723 Pairing: Logan/Veronica; Keith Rating: Teen Genre: Friendship, Romance Setting: Post Season 3 Spoilers: 3.20, “The Bitch is Back” Chapters: 1 Word Count: 18963 Status: Complete Summary: ap·pen·dix əˈpendiks noun 1. ANATOMY a tube-shaped sac attached to and opening into the lower end of the large intestine in humans and some other mammals. 2. a section or table of additional matter at the end of a book or document. Notes: veronica gets her appendix taken out while her and logan aren’t speaking and he drops everything to fly to virginia to make sure she’s okay and then he lets her (and keith! and backup!) stay with him at his place back in california while she continues her recovery. also this logan and cliff interaction: “And here's trouble personified! The next time you're arrested, please don't call me.”“But you're my favorite,” Logan whined at him. -- PURE. GOLD.

#vm fic rec #c: veronica mars #c: logan echolls #c: keith mars #c: duncan kane #c: lynn echolls #p: logan x veronica #S: S3 #S: S1 #S: AU #r: g #r: t

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cryptoriawebb · 7 years ago

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About Deadpool 2...

I said I would talk about it...and then I ran out of time. So I’m gonna do that, now!

Spoiler alert!

So...I liked this movie a lot better than the first, but I still didn’t find most of it funny. I know why it is funny, I can point all the jokes out, but I didn’t start laughing until much later. Deadpool caters to a different type of humor. Nothing wrong with that, it’s just not me.

However.

The characters, the action, the cameos and the very X-men feel overall I loved. Best new additions? Domino, Cable, and this reboot-timeline version of Yukio. She’s so adorable! And don’t get me started on the JUGGERNAUT! Heavy use of CGI or no, I have waited over a decade to see a Cain Marko that actually acknowledges his relation to Charles. I don’t even care if Deadpool exists in its own continuity until proven otherwise I’m counting it canon. THANK YOU, Deadpool team for confirming Charles’ horrible upbringing. Weird thing to say, I know, but up until now no one in the XMCU’s bothered to emphasize his personal tragedy. It’s important the audience--any who might be unfamiliar with the X-men story outside the films--know it isn’t only villains whom tragedy makes.

Speaking of tragedy, I find it funny the Deadpool films draw from classic cliches, but somehow manage to keep them fresh and distinctly, well, “Deadpool.” I quite like his relationship with Vanessa and also liked how the film went beyond what one might expect of “death and revival” with a healing mutation. Reminded me a little of Jack Harkness, honestly. It also served to keep Deadpool’s humanity intact and in turn kept him from devolving into nothing more than a walking pop-culture reference.

As far as the pop-culture references go, there were times I felt the script went a little over the top with them. Even more than the first film. I’m not the world’s biggest Deadpool fan so I’m not sure how often he does this outside the movies but within said movie context I much prefer occasional sprinklings as opposed to a heaping platter. It threatened to disrupt the flow of the film once or twice, even if this is more a comedy/satire. Same with breaking the fourth wall. That said, I adored the DC references. And the post-credits scenes ;)

(Although if I’m being honest, I do still like Origins and the tragic spin on Wade’s character even if it was an abomination of the Deadpool everyone loves.)

And I cried a little inside, seeing that archived footage of Hugh. I will miss you, Wolverine.

Let’s see, what else...

Oh yeah! The characters!

Great to see Negasonic again (Ellie, I think her name is?) Kinda wish she played a larger role, but her appearances didn’t disappoint and her powers are still SO COOL. Also love the “moody goth x pink-haired bubbly girl” trope. It’s adorable. Like I said, I adore this new Yukio even if her new incarnation differs from her original timeline counterpart. I loved original Yukio’s quirky but serious nature, and her relationship with Logan. Maybe that’s what it is, I’m still not over Logan and all these references in the film further remind me he’s not coming back. That isn’t Yukio’s fault. I do love this new version, I do. She’s adorable and so is her interaction with Wade. I have to wonder, though...can she still see how people die? Or is new “Pinkie Pie” Yukio strictly a lightning mutant? I wish Fox paid more attention to its timelines...Deadpool or no Deadpool.

Domino was amazing. I didn’t really know much about her, going in, despite knowing of her. Couldn’t have picked a better way to handle or cast her. What a cool way to interpret her powers! Luck truly be the Lady~

As for Cable...I was so afraid he’d become a parody of the character I knew. When I was younger, he fascinated me as a character and I retain a soft spot for him. My gosh though he was AWESOME. Stayed the serious-Terminator-badass the entire time. Desperately hope we see more before Fox’s final day. Please. I love Cable and I’d love even more to see him cross paths with the X-men. Especially Scott.

Colossus was...the same. No real comments there. I like how he pairs next to Wade as the goody-goody straight-man but I prefer his original actor XD; I guess it doesn’t much matter, new-wonky timeline. For all we know, Piotr was able to grow up in Russia now, hence the accent.

I loved the villains too, apart from Cain. Black Tom Cassidy (what is he, Sean’s nephew or something now??), poor Russel (a neat take on the to-be antagonist idea) and I gotta tell you, as a long-time fan I am LOVING all these references to the Essex name. Been a long-time coming! And to know there exist other “Mutant homes” besides Xavier’s school...it’s heartbreaking but fascinates me all at once. This new world where mutants aren’t so hush-hush. Damn! I wonder though...do the X-men know of the Ice Box? Makes you think... (By the way, that cameo scene, oh my gosh that was great. I wouldn’t want to deal with Wade either, guys.)

Gotta love the “formation” of the X-force, too. Of course Deadpool would start it and of course everyone would die XD; What a great way to sneak in cameos. I only wish Chris Evans’ Torch made it past the script drafts. I am glad kid!David made it in, though (according to my research after the film. You know that was intentional...the real question is do we now consider it “canon” or is this but another breach in reality? ;) )

There really wasn’t all that much I didn’t care for, apart from the excessive...what I’ll call “Deadpool-ness.” Silly complaint when it’s his movie but I said my piece on that. The only real moment I feel might’ve served from a slim-down was his dying sequence at the end. I get what they were trying to do, and it was funny at first; after a while, though, it started dragging. Maybe that’s just me. I don’t know.

Overall, I really did love it, I want to see it again and I am definitely adding this to my collection when it’s released on DVD.

#deadpool 2 #deadpool #dead pool 2 #movie reviews #movie thoughts #deadpool 2 review #wade wilson #negasonic teenage warhead #cable #domino #cain maro #juggernaut #nathan summers #xmen #xforce #colossus #yukio #returnedtothecrypt

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branlovestowrite · 7 years ago

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Complicating Factors: Chapter 12

This is my WIP that I have been posting over at FanFiction.Net. I am reposting it here to help drum up excitement for the new chapters. And folks, this is the last repost, so the next chapter up will be new material! If you want to be tagged when that is posted, let me know.

Additional note, before you proceed: this chapter earns the M rating. This is date between Emma and Killian, and it concludes in the same way many dates in the US conclude. In Bed. Having sex.

Complicating Factors

Rating: M for language and smut in later this chapters. This chapter has smut.

Summary: Emma Swan is a single mother trying to contact her ex and father of her child, Neal Cassidy. While she expected some awkwardness when meeting Neal’s mother, Milah Gold, she never expected the undeniable attraction she feels toward Milah’s younger boyfriend, Killian Jones. No Magic, Modern AU. Captain Swan.

Previous Chapters: Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6 Ch7 Ch8 Ch9 Ch10 Ch11

"So," Emma asked. "What's the plan?"

Killian smiled. "Well, much as I love your boy's company, I thought we might take advantage of our first dinner with just the two of us and visit a more 'grown up' establishment. Do you like sushi?"

"I do, though I don't know that I've ever had it beyond the kind they sell in the grocery store."

"Well, my dear, you are in for a treat. Several, in fact, before the night is through." He gave her a wink.

She couldn't help the flush that rose in her cheeks, but still gave him a wary glance. "Then what, Pirate? We return to your place for some pillaging and plundering?"

Killian audibly groaned at her comment, and she felt a rush of heat between her thighs.

"Well," he said, "I had thought we'd see a movie before we returned, but if you'd prefer to skip to more 'enjoyable activities', I could be persuaded to change the plan."

"What movie?"

"I found a revival theater playing The Princess Bride this evening. Seeing as it is your favorite, I thought that too good of an opportunity to pass up."

"It is my favorite," Emma said in a soft tone. "But I've never seen it in a theater."

"Then I think we must postpone our amorous adventure for a few hours so you can properly experience your favorite film."

"Really? I'm a sure thing. You don't have to woo me like this."

"Love, you deserve all this and so much more."

His comment left her speechless. No man had ever focused so much on her desires. She didn't know how to express her gratitude with words, so she opted for a physical expression. She wanted to lean over and kiss him silly, but he was driving, so she settled for a gentle peck on his cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered as she pulled away, her hand skimming his thigh.

The tips of his ears were red, and his cool, flirtatious demeanor was down for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "I am happy to do this. And my motives may not be entirely noble. I imagined we might take advantage of the darkened theater to have a bit of a prelude to our later activities."

"You mean make out in the theater?"

His face broke out in a smile. "Aye, that."

"That's another thing I've never done."

"Truly?"

"Well, foster kids don't really get the luxury of movie dates. And I never trusted someone enough to put myself in a vulnerable position like that."

"Well," he said, as his right hand let go of the steering wheel and fell to her thigh. "I am am happy to provide you with yet another treat this evening." His hand slid under the hem of her dress. Though it was only a few inches above her knee, the touch felt erotic and Emma felt another rush of heat. "Can you handle it?"

"Oh it's on, Pirate," she said with a smirk. "The question is, can you handle it?"

He returned her smirk and squeezed her knee. They rode the remainder of the way to the restaurant in comfortable silence. Emma was struck by how natural this all felt. Although she'd spent much time with Killian in the past weeks, very little of it had been time alone. She wasn't sure what to expect, but found she was pleasantly surprised.

They parked and she unbuckled, moving to open the door.

He reached over and lightly grasped her wrist. "Stay right there, love."

She rolled her eyes. "Killian, I can open my own door."

"Swan, I know you can do anything you wish, but on our date will you please let me be a gentleman and open doors for you?"

"Ok," she responded with a small smile.

He gave her a quick peck on her cheek before opening his door and walking around the car. He opened hers and bowed with a flourish. "Milady."

She couldn't help the snort that escaped. "You can be such a dork sometimes."

He chose to ignore that comment and took her hand in his. They walked into the restaurant and he gave his name to the hostess. She smiled in recognition and immediately grabbed two menus, leading them toward the back. Several patrons sat along the walls near the door, waiting for a table. More than a few cast angry glares as she and Killian walked by.

Once they were seated, Emma gave her date a puzzled look. "Did you make a reservation?"

"No, this place doesn't accept them."

"Then how did we get a table so fast?"

"I may have a few connections."

"Is that so?"

He smiled and opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the approach of a young, well-dressed woman.

"Dr. Jones!" She said warmly. "I was so glad to hear from you this morning. It is so good to see you!"

"And you, Amy. Congratulations on your marriage."

"Thank you! We are very happy." She looked at Emma. "Will you introduce me to your friend?"

"Of course. Amy, this is Emma. Emma, this is Amy, a former student of mine."

Amy held out her hand and gave Emma a warm smile, which she reciprocated. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm sorry I can't linger. I am in charge tonight. Please enjoy your meal and let me know if there is anything you need." She gave them another smile and then walked toward the kitchen.

"Former student?" Emma asked.

"Aye. Her uncle started this restaurant and she worked here as a server when she attended my class. Her parents were pushing her to seek a PhD, but she was obviously miserable. We had a few chats and I learned about her passion for this place and suggested she switch to the business school and focus on restaurant management. She later told me it was the best piece of advice she ever received. I believe she may be inflating my role in all this, but as a benefit she offered me a table here whenever I have need. I happened to run into her on campus about a month ago, and she reminded me. So I thought it might take advantage of the offer for our evening out."

Emma smiled at him. "You have such a wonderful effect on people."

"I have found my calling, love, and I merely wish to help others do the same."

Emma reached across the table and laced her fingers with his. She was having a hard time maintaining her walls in the presence of this man.

They ordered, getting two types of rolls Emma was familiar with, as well as some nigiri Killian insisted on. When the food came, artfully arranged on a platter, Emma looked warily at the slices of raw fish perched atop small mounds of rice.

Reading her mind, Killian pointed at one. "Don't make that face, Swan. You ordered Spicy Tuna and the Philadelphia roll, which both have raw fish in them."

"But it somehow seems different."

"It is. But with nigiri you can experience the true flavor of the fish. A restaurant can't hide behind the other ingredients. The fish must stand alone. And trust me when I say that the fish here is impeccable. One bite of this yellowtail and every other time you ate fish will pale in comparison. The flavors will meld on your tongue in a delightful dance that will leave you begging for more."

Emma sensed a flush in her cheeks as she listened to his words. She knew he was talking about the food, but couldn't help but draw a comparison to the other activities they had planned for the evening. She realized her silence was dragging on when he chuckled, and she quickly composed herself. "Okay," she said, "I'm sold. Let me try it." She moved her chopsticks to pluck one from the platter.

He stayed her hand. "Allow me, love. Sit back, relax your shoulders and close your eyes."

"Really? What is this, 50 Shades?"

"Only if you want it to be," he said, his grin turning wicked. "But for now, I want you to block out other distractions and focus simply on the flavors. Closing your eyes and releasing some tension will help with that." She complied. "Now, open your mouth."

She once again followed his instruction, and felt him place a morsel of fish in her mouth. Without prompting, she closed her mouth and began to chew. She felt him draw near, his breath hot on her neck.

"Slowly, love."

Never before had eating been an erotic experience, but when she focused on the food, she did indeed experience what Killian was talking about. The flavor was light and buttery. The fish melted on her tongue, leaving a slightly spicy, salty aftertaste. She involuntarily moaned after swallowing the bite. Opening her eyes, she met Killian's gaze, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"Wow" was all she could muster. His face broke into a wide grin.

"More?" She could only nod her head in reply.

The dinner continued in the same manner, intimate and sensual. When they left, Emma was half tempted to say they should skip the movie, but Killian was still showing restraint.

"No, love, I insist we attend this movie. Perhaps seeing Cary Elwes in tight black pants will whet your appetite for later."

He opened her door and she moved to sit in the passenger seat, but suddenly turned and grabbed his collar, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

"Thank you for dinner," she whispered after breaking apart.

He stood there for a moment, his arms encircling her waist. "You are a bloody temptress, love."

"Is it working?"

"Let's go see this movie. If we find we simply can't keep our hands off one another, we can leave early." He let his hands slip down and squeezed her ass as he rutted his hips into hers. "A little more delay will make the time when we come together that much more sweet."

"Tease."

"Patience, my love." He captured her lips in another kiss, and it took a moment for her lust-addled brain to register that he'd just called her his love. Her brain wanted to freak out. To run at his admission of love. Love equaled pain. She didn't want to be in love. But her brain was at odds with her body. Her body wanted to continue. To reach the moment when he would undress her and make good on his promises. She promised her brain to deal with the love issue tomorrow. Right now, she needed to get laid.

As they settled into their seats, Killian couldn't help but notice the change in Emma. She was still flirtatious, but seemed to be holding him at a distance, intent on controlling the pace. More than once on the drive to the theater, she'd tried to convince him to skip the movie and return to his apartment. Any comments he made of a more romantic nature were immediately responded to with a physical action. She was trying to cut off any discussion of a more serious nature.

He'd almost called her on this behavior several times, but stopped himself. He knew what she was doing. She was trying to fortify her walls. He only wished he'd known what happened to cause this sudden turn of events. Dinner had been a wonderful affair. She'd opened up to him. Shared some of her childhood experiences, and he'd reciprocated with some of his own. He'd told her stories of growing up with Liam and his travels diving shipwrecks.

Then once they left the bubble of the restaurant, everything seemed to change. He was baffled. What had he done? He resigned himself to watch the movie and hope that her mood improved before they left. As much as he wanted to seek a more intimate connection with Swan, he did not want their relations to be purely physical. He had no interest in being used. Sex without emotion was meaningless and Swan deserved more. He deserved more.

Cautiously, he reached his hand out and laced their fingers together. She looked over and smiled, though it did not quite reach her eyes. He was saved by the dimming of the lights and the start of the movie.

Of course, Killian had seen The Princess Bride before, but never in a theater. It was quite a unique experience. The audience participated, rhyming along with Fezzik and calling out 'Inconceivable' with Vizzini. Killian looked over at Emma, remembering his suggestion from earlier. She was engrossed in the film, her face in an expression of childlike wonder. He couldn't bring himself to interrupt that. Instead of pulling her in for a sensual kiss, he squeezed her hand. She squeezed back and leaned in as close to him as the uncomfortable chairs allowed.

When they reached the point that Roberts reveals himself to Buttercup, Emma looked over. There were tears in her eyes.

Killian reached over and cupped her cheek. "Emma?"

She shook her head frantically. "I'm sorry." She stood abruptly and ran from the theater.

Killian lept from his chair and hurried after her, their bag of popcorn tumbling to the floor in his wake.

"Emma!" He called immediately upon reaching the lobby. There was no one there but the lone employee behind the snack counter. She seemed to take pity on him and nodded her head toward the women's restroom.

Hiding again, he thought. I'd hoped we were past this.

"You want me to go see if she's okay?" The woman behind the counter asked.

"No, but thank you. She needs her space."

He waited. After 10 minutes elapsed, he purchased a beer. After 25 minutes, he bought another.

"You gonna be okay here? I need to take my break."

"Aye, yes, I am fine. Thank you lass."

She grabbed her phone and a pack of cigarettes and walked toward a door marked 'Staff Only.' Killian's head sunk and he took a long pull from his beer.

The bathroom was nice. There was a cozy couch tucked away near the entrance, and Emma had taken residence there. Killian was outside. He'd be worried, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She fiddled with her phone, pricing out the cost of a cab vs a rideshare. She googled the theater and tried to find a floor plan, hoping there was a way she could slip past the lobby without him seeing her.

The thought of leaving that way made her feel incredibly guilty. He was a good man. He deserved better than that. That didn't change the fact that she was terrified to face him. She'd tried to focus on the physical, but his tender looks and gestures spoke to the emotion she was trying so hard to avoid. He may have not meant to call her his love, but it was obvious that he was falling for her. Her own feelings were a mess. She didn't know if she loved him. She honestly wasn't sure she had the capacity for love after Neal.

Emma knew if they continued on this course tonight, Killian would confess his feelings.

He'd been texting her. She'd ignored them. Every passing moment increased her guilt and her fear, and she felt immobilized.

The bathroom door opened and her head shot up. She was sure her expression was akin to a deer caught in headlights. Her features relaxed slightly when she recognized the theater employee that had been working behind the refreshment counter. She met Emma's eyes.

"You're here with Sexy Blue Eyes out there, right?"

In spite of her emotional turmoil, Emma cracked a small smile. "I was. I think I blew it."

"Why're you hiding? He hit you?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I'm just an emotional mess."

"Still not over your ex?"

Emma scoffed. "I'm over him. I just don't know if I can move on."

The employee perched on the arm at the opposite end of the couch. "What's wrong with Blue Eyes out there?"

"Nothing. He's perfect. Too good to be true. That's the problem."

"You're worried something's gonna happen? The other shoe will drop? That it?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"So, lemme get this straight… instead of watching a movie with Mr. Sex-on-a-stick, you're hiding out in this bathroom on a couch with more than a few cum stains because you think maybe someday he might possibly do something to hurt you?"

Emma stood quickly and shook with disgust. "Really?"

"Oh yeah, honey," she laughed, glancing down at the worn fabric. "Some kinky shit happens in here when people think no one's watching."

"Gross. Now I need a shower."

"So get out there and get Blue Eyes to take you back to his place and take one with you. Cause if you don't, I will." She stood up and walked to a stall, effectively ending the conversation. Emma glanced down at the couch and gagged a little before she grabbed her purse and stepped out the door and into the lobby.

Forty minutes had now elapsed. The movie was nearly over. Killian was at a loss as to what to do. He contemplated calling Ruby and asking her to call Emma, but remembered she was watching Henry. It was late and lad was likely asleep, but would Ruby be as well? He was just picking up his phone to dial when he saw Emma emerge from the ladies room.

"Emma?" He asked, standing from the bar. "Are you okay?"

She walked over to him and stood close, lacing his hands with hers. "I'm sorry. I got spooked."

"Why?"

"You said my love."

His first thought was that was it? That's what scared you? But he held his tongue. She must have been satisfied with his silence as she continued her explanation.

"I don't know that I'm ready for love, Killian. We've only known each other a few months. The last man I was in love with was Neal, and you know how that ended. I'm terrified of getting hurt again."

"I can understand that, but you should know that this isn't easy for me either. I just got out of a ten year relationship. Even though I knew things weren't right with Milah, I stayed because I was afraid of being alone. She dumped me and shoved me out on my own. I wasn't ready for another relationship." He moved closer, his lips just a hair's breadth from hers. "But I know that I don't want to miss a chance to be with you because I'm scared. You are an amazing woman, and this connection between us is worth exploring."

In one fluid motion he closed the gap between them and captured her mouth with his own. The kiss, meant to be tender and reassuring, quickly turned frantic. Her lips were soft and warm against his own, her body soft and pliable.

"That's more like it," came a voice from behind them, and he turned to see the employee who'd been so kind when he first followed Emma.

Emma flushed but made no move to pull away.

"Come on, love, let's go finish the movie."

They re-entered the theater and took new seats, their previous ones being covered in popcorn. They'd missed a significant portion of the film, but neither seemed to mind. As soon as they'd settled, Killian resumed devouring Emma's delectable lips. Her teeth grazed his lips as she carded her fingers through his hair. He responded in kind by blazing a trail down her neck, sucking hard at the juncture of her shoulder and collarbone. His hand lifted to her breast, alternating between kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples into taut peaks. She lifted her hand to the opposite breast, mirroring his motions. He felt the bulge in his pants harden further as he witnessed his Swan pleasuring herself.

"Keep going, Swan. I want to see you touch yourself all over." His voice was raspy and sharp as he whispered in her ear. "I want to watch you fuck your pussy with your fingers and pretend it's my cock filling you."

"Oh Killian. I need you."

"Yeah,? Where do you need me love? What do you want me to do to you?"

"I want you to fuck me until I cum so hard that I pass out."

"You naughty minx. Let's go."

As they exited the theater, Inigo told Rugen "I want my father back, you son of a bitch" and all the other patrons erupted in cheers. Killian wanted to join them, but his cause for celebration seemed too interested in getting him home to rip his clothes off.

She couldn't keep her hands to herself the rest of the journey home. In the car she leaned over, giving him an eyeful of cleavage as her hand massaged his throbbing erection. He felt so good in her hand. She couldn't wait to undress him and experience the full weight and feel of his cock. He was big. Thinking of how he would fill her up made her squirm in her seat, desperate for relief for her soaked, aching pussy.

"We have several more minutes before we are home, lass. Why don't you start with a warm up?"

"Oh yeah? What'd you have in mind?"

"You can start by taking off those panties and giving them to me."

She smiled mischievously at him as she lifted her hips and shimmied her way out of her underwear. She set them gently in his waiting hand. He brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"You smell incredible. I want to taste you again."

"You have to drive."

"I do, so you're going to help me. Hike up your skirt. I want you to touch yourself for me."

The way he instructed her was not demanding, but still incredibly hot and she squirmed again involuntarily.

"Don't squirm, Love. Touch yourself."

She obeyed, pulling her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist. She slid down in the seat, spreading her knees as far apart as she could. Her hand trailed down her stomach until her fingers met her aching clit. She rubbed it vigorously, spreading the wetness that had been building all night. The relief of her pent up arousal was intoxicating, and she whimpered out loud.

"You are so fucking beautiful. Fuck yourself, darling. Pretend you are riding my cock."

She obeyed, quickly pushing two fingers inside. She ground down on her hand as her thumb sought out her clit.

"That's it. Good girl." Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over and covered her hand with his own, guiding her ministrations.

She felt so wanton and daring. They weren't on a busy road, but they also weren't the only drivers out. Anyone driving next to them would have no question about what they were doing, and she found she didn't care. The prospect of being caught only seemed to enhance the sensations.

Her other hand came up to toy with her breasts, pinching her nipples. She continued to ride her fingers until she couldn't take it anymore, spilling over the crest of her first orgasm for the night.

"So damn gorgeous. Let me have a taste, darling." He brought her hand to his mouth and greedily sucked her fingers.

She remained slumped down in the seat, breathing heavily until he finally pulled into the lot behind their building and parked the car. The minute he turned the engine off she surged forward and caught his lips with her own. She could faintly taste herself on his tongue, spurring her desire. He kissed her back fervently, his lips firm on her own. She let herself get lost in the kiss for a moment before pulling away and touching her forehead to his own.

"Let's go upstairs."

He gave her a wicked grin before he literally hopped out of the car and ran to her side to open the door. She quickly pushed her skirt back down and slid out of her seat.

The elevator had never moved more slowly, and they had the sad misfortune of not being alone on their ride to his floor. However, once they were safely inside his apartment, he pinned her to the door with his hips, grinding against her center.

"I want. You. Inside. Me," she panted out between breaths as he assaulted her neck with his teeth and tongue.

"All in good time, darling. But first I want to taste you properly." He caught her by surprise as he slid his arm under her knees and hauled her bodily to his chest. Her hands moved to encircle his neck, seemingly of their own accord. He carried her the short distance to the bedroom and gently laid her down. Sinking to his knees and grabbing her legs, he pulled her so that her ass was parallel to the edge of the bed. He maneuvered her knees to straddle his shoulders and leaned down to lick a long stripe along her aching cunt.

Only one other man had done this for her, and his skills in this arena were sorely lacking. Killian, on the other hand, was highly skilled and seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. He settled into a rhythm, sliding two fingers into her while his lips and tongue attended to her clit. Emma could feel her next orgasm approaching, her body winding tighter and tighter. He pushed a third finger into her throbbing heat and pumped erratically, never letting up on her clit. She ground her hips into his fingers and lost herself in the sensations.

All at once the coil in her low belly snapped and she came hard. "Killian!" she cried so loud she was certain the neighbors could hear everything. His fingers slowed but did not stop and his attentions to her clit became gentle as she rode the waves. As she came back to herself, she realized her hands were vigorously rubbing through his hair. He looked up at her, his face shiny with her essence and his hair mussed in an incredibly sexy way.

"Take off your clothes," she commanded. "I need you to fuck me right now."

"As you wish."

It was impressive how quickly he rid them both of their clothes. When he was naked, Emma had to pause and take him in. He was an incredible specimen, with lean, taut muscles rippling as he knelt next to her on the bed. His chest was covered in a dusting of soft, dark hair. She'd always thought hairy men would be one of her turn offs, but on him it looked sexy. She bit her lip as she thought about how good it would feel rubbing against her nipples. And his cock. Oh his cock. He was bigger than she'd expected. She couldn't stop herself as she reached out to encircle her hand around his girth. He felt so good. The smooth, velvety skin contrasted deliciously with the rock hard muscle underneath. She leaned up and wrapped her lips around the tip, tasting the small bead of precum that pooled there. She moaned around him and sucked, bobbing her head to take in more of his impressive length.

His hands came to her shoulder and he pushed her down toward the bed. "Another time, lass, I will gladly let you continue that, but for now I want to feel you wrapped around me." He leaned over to the bedside table and fished out a foil-wrapped condom. Opening the packet and sliding it down his length, he moved to settle between her legs.

Emma lifted her hips and he positioned himself at her entrance. He slid in just a little and stopped, allowing her to stretch around him. The sensation was incredible, but not enough. "More," she cried and he obliged, pushing his girth into her waiting heat. But she could tell he was holding back. "Killian! More!" she pleaded, and he thrust the remainder of the way, fully sheathing himself inside.

She moaned loudly in response. It burned, but it was such a delicious burn. He held himself still to allow her muscles to stretch around him. After a moment, she adjusted. "Move," she pleaded. "I need you to move."

He complied and pulled nearly the entire way out before plunging back in. He set a punishing rhythm, and it was everything she needed. Her body was so sensitive after her first two orgasms, and it didn't take long before she felt the stirrings of her third. His hand found her clit and he rubbed her as he continued the pistoning motion of his hips.

"Oh my god, Killian, I'm gonna come again."

"Let. Go. Love." he said between thrusts. His usual eloquence had been reduced to be nearly caveman-like, and that somehow was what did her in. She keened and melted into the bed as wave after wave of passion washed over her. He followed her only a moment later, crying out at his release.

She wasn't sure how, but she ended up tangled in his embrace, covered in sweat and panting for breath.

"That. Was. Incredible," she said, her breath still uneven.

He smirked and squeezed her shoulder, tilting his head to place a gentle peck on her temple. "Killian Jones never leaves a woman unsatisfied."

All she could do was smile as she settled deeper into his embrace. She was exhausted after three orgasms. She knew they needed to take a shower. She should start thinking about when to go back up to her apartment. But all she wanted to do was sleep. Her eyes closed of their own accord and she let sleep take her over, nestled in the cocoon of Killian's warm embrace.

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ao3feed-mirandy · 7 years ago

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Tasmanian Devils

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vUNzyH

by CrazyBeCat

Andy gets injured and the hospital drugs leave her a little out of sorts.

Words: 707, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Writer Bingo Challenge Three

Fandoms: The Devil Wears Prada (2006)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Miranda Priestly, Andrea Sachs, Cassidy Priestly, Caroline Priestly, Caroline and Cassidy Priestly

Relationships: Miranda Priestly/Andrea Sachs

Additional Tags: Funny, Silly, Goofy - Freeform, Hospitals, Hospital drug use, inching into CRACK! territory, Humor, Injury, Writer Bingo, Mirandy Year of Fun & Frolics

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crimsonrevolt · 7 years ago

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Congratulations Cassidy you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Orion Black!

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Seeing old members return is always a blessing! And I know that Orion’s been deeply missed, so we’re extremely happy to see him back and to be able to watch you explore him further! Especially in regards to everything that’s happened with the Death Eaters since you left, it’ll be interesting to watch Orion find his place in amongst them, or if he’ll still be able to. Welcome home Cassidy!

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Cassidy, 23, she/her, Pacific Timezone, United States

ACTIVITY

6/10. I’m not in school anymore which allows me more time to write, but I’m still working 40+ hours a week. I’ll be able to get on at least once a day for a couple of hours to write replies.

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Originally, I found CRT through the ‘marauder era rp’ tag…I think…something of that variation.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Hermione was always someone I looked up to as a kid. I was 12ish years old around the time I first started reading the books and by then there were at least a couple movies out. I was awkward and nerdy and just didn’t quite fit in anywhere. I guess that made me feel like Hermione and I were kind of alike, but the best part was watching her grow up and thinking “if she can do it so can i”. It sounds so embarrassing when I type it out, but oh well.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nope, besides I missed the hell out of you guys!!!!

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Orion Arcturus Black

FACE CLAIM

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

When I first joined, I had a hard time choosing between two or three characters, but every time I went back to Orion. I had never seen him in an RP before and if I had I don’t remember. In Harry Potter RPs, I always played a decently well known character, someone who already has an extensive backstory that is canon. We only know the basics when it comes to Orion; what kind of father he was (a shit one), he was Slytherin, very loyal to Voldemort, he’s got an older sister, and he married his second cousin. It’s not easy creating an entire life for a character while still remaining true to them, the rp, and to the HP series, but I love the challenge.

I also love the freedom it gives me as a writer and, to be honest, I’ve never been good at writing/roleplaying what is considered a good character. I’ve always played the bad guy, in different ways, but they’ve always been “bad”. What really made me fall in love with Orion is not the man he is today, but the boy he was before and the one he will be in the future.There is so much more to him than what meets the eye and I just want to tell his story while being apart of it. Even now, as I’m reapplying, and going through the other open characters just because, Orion is the only one I want. He’s my baby, haha.

Description/additional information:

Orion is a man who has always known his place in the world, where he stands and where he will stand. One of those roles is following in his father’s footsteps and making the House of Black proud by carrying on the heavy legacy across his shoulders and, at his insistence, his alone. The other role of his is being the Dark Lord’s loyal attack dog; he will do whatever it takes to make sure his Master wins this war. Orion received the dark mark in his twenties (24 to be exact, is that too early for Voldemort’s timeline? Idk, anyways) and has proved his allegiance time and time again.

He was born in the dark, but has always struggled with living in it. Growing up, he was conflicted on who he wanted to be and who his family expected him to be. He so desperately wanted to run away from all of the expectations and responsibilities of being Orion Black, but was too afraid to ever do it. So he disobeyed his parents in his own little secretive ways; stealing that third years leather jacket, dating a half-blooded Ravenclaw, becoming friends with kids his parents would’ve never allowed if they knew. Hogwarts was his home away from home, where he could be himself if only a little. After graduating, Orion made the decision to forget whatever silly dreams he may of had (he can’t remember them now) and followed in his father’s footsteps. After all, we all have to grow up sometime. He got a job at the Ministry, married Walburga, and started a family.

By now, Orion is a seasoned killer and struggles with keeping his demons at bay. Sleep eludes him and his paranoia only gets worse as the days go by. All he has ever known is this fight and he can’t imagine what life would be like after the war, nor can he imagine what the world may look like once it ends. After his time as an Aversio prisoner, Orion is trying to picture what Voldemort’s vision will mean for their world after the war and he is having a harder and harder time accepting it, though he has yet to realize this is what he is feeling.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Orion is a gentleman, but that often confuses him as a romantic which he is indeed not. He’s well-mannered just like any other high society wizard; just like how he was taught from a very young age and that is all. To him, romance, if anything, is just foreplay, the path to get into a woman’s pants.

Now when it comes to sex, Orion loves it. Even at the age of 49, he is like a 16 year old boy who can’t get enough of it. He wants to bang his wife, that young piece of ass sitting at the bar, and the secretary with the short skirts at the Ministry. He expects total submission, but loves a challenge. He gets off on the power struggle and it’s a rush for his ever growing ego.

Orion is male, straight, and uses the pronouns he/him.

Orion/Chemistry

Orion/Walburga

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

-A FEW HEADCANONS

Many believe Orion’s hatred for Sirius is because he willingly left the family and while that is true, it is not the whole truth. Like Sirius at his age, Orion dreamed about running away from the House of Black and creating a life of his own. One where he could make his own mistakes, make his own friends, create his own destiny. It is very clear Orion did not do this. It is very simple: Orion is jealous of his son for being able to do what he could not, though he would never admit it not even to himself.

In his mid 20s, Orion became an alcoholic not long after killing for the first time under Voldemort’s orders; it was a family of wizards, blood traitors. When in public he was able to hide his addiction well, being careful on how much he drank so he wouldn’t over do it especially at work. It helps he can also handle his alcohol very well. In the privacy of his own home, Orion did his best to keep it hidden from Regulus and Sirius, as Walburga already knew of the problem. But under his Death Eater mask, when Orion wasn’t Orion, he did not hold back. Blackouts and violent outbursts were very common when Orion drank enough and because of this he has been hospitalized three times. The last time was after he murdered a muggle family which made headlines in the muggle world. Voldemort gave him an ultimatum and he has been sober ever since. It’s been six years. The only time Orion has ever relapsed is when Sirius ran away.

Orion worked at the Ministry for nearly 30 years in the International Magical Office of Law as well as the International Confederation of Wizards. This position was particularly useful to Voldemort and Orion often used it to spread Death Eater and anti-muggle propaganda, all secretly of course. Before being captured by Aversio, it was well known that Orion was a purist and despised anyone who wasn’t pureblood, but it wasn’t known that he was a Death Eater. He retired in the fall of 1978, at the urging of Voldemort so Orion could fully dedicate himself to the cause.

As a Death Eater, Orion has given his life to the Dark Lord and has worked hard to make his army strong. In his younger days, Orion was one of the Death Eaters who interrogated and tortured their enemies. He was exceptionally good at breaking a persons mind, body and spirit, yet it unknowingly made his drinking worse and helped shape him into the man he is today; angry for no good reason, power hungry, and emotionally detached. These days Orion focuses on battle strategies, training/helping the younger Death Eaters, and completing specific missions from Voldemort himself. Sometimes, he is called upon to interrogate particularly hard cases.

As a student at Hogwarts, Orion focused on his studies to the point of mental and physical exhaustion in order to please his parents. Some days, it took all of his strength to get out of bed. Other days, it took all of his strength to not break down completely. When he wasn’t working on homework or studying, Orion played Quidditch as one of Slytherins beaters and was even team captain in his sixth and seventh years.

Orion escaped Aversio with no help, practically with his bare hands, and is finding it increasingly hard to suppress the resentment and bitterness he feels towards his fellow Death Eaters for leaving him to rot in his cell. They say they searched for him night and day, never giving up, but Orion wasn’t born yesterday and he finds it hard to believe. He has to ask himself; is it his paranoia or the cold, hard truth?

He never wanted to be Minister, not even as a child, but when Voldemort asked him to run Orion had no choice but to say yes. It was merely a show of power and strength after one of his best managed to get captured. Orion was relieved when it was announced he didn’t win, though he can’t help but feel like a disappointment for failing Lord Voldemort.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

Orion would create the strongest, most powerful and universal defensive spell there is. He would be able to hide in plain sight with no fear of discovery or cast the spell on those of his choice to protect them as well. It wouldn’t just hide people though; houses, artifacts, scents, any trail that can be tracked the spell would get rid of it. What is a security spell if another wizard can disarm it? Orion would, of course, include a failsafe. If someone was trying to tamper with the spell Orion would create it so it would backfire on his enemies, which could mean anything. If the spell was protecting important documents (or something like that such as artifacts, etc) it would completely destroy them and also injure the person in question as well, possibly even capture them for interrogation.

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

His mind goes straight to Walden MacNair. Orion knows the man to get things done, to survive at all costs if it came to it, but he doesn’t exactly trust him. Joining Walden in the Forbidden Forest completely alone feels like Orion is slapping a big target on his back and saying “do your worst.” With that in mind, Orion would want Cassius Mulciber to be with him. He knows he wouldn’t have to worry about Cassius’ safety and that the young man would also have his back.

Orion would bring his broom with him for two reasons. One, he’s always wanted to fly around the Forbidden Forest and two, because if all else failed at least he’d be able to get the fuck out of there quickly.

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

Although it doesn’t seem like it, it’s hard for Orion to make decisions for his children, especially when they are hellbent on disobeying him. In the back of his mind, Orion is reminded of how his father directed him down a path that he did not chose himself. The little boy in him wants to see his kids make their own choices, their own mistakes, but for the sake of the Black family he cannot allow that.

The most difficult decisions for Orion to make usually involve his family. This would be a surprise to some, but it wasn’t easy for Orion to disown his first born son, not when he saw so much of himself in Sirius at that age.

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

The one thing that Orion would never want said about himself is that he is disloyal to Voldemort and that he doesn’t believe in his Master’s beliefs. This is a fear of his, one that has been slowly growing larger over the past few months and taking over the deepest parts of his mind.

WRITING SAMPLE

The wooden door opened with a slow swing, bringing the cold air with. A man stood on the other side; fists clenched, hood up. His robes were soaked all the way through. He couldn’t of walked here, could he- a wizard like him? Two seconds passed and a few patrons noticed the shadowy figure who had yet to enter the building. Another two seconds and he had no choice, but to walk. Any longer and he would have drawn even more unwanted attention.

Mick, the bartender and owner, as always, was incredibly cool as he cleared the bar of used glasses. He didn’t falter or react the same way his customers and one other employee did. It was like he knew the man who was sitting down at his bar already. However, if his suspicions were correct, the man he knew wouldn’t have sat at the bar with his back exposed, but at his normal booth where all exits were visible and every customer was in plain sight.

Then again, it’s been nearly three years; a lot can change a man in that time.

“Your usual, Mr. Black?” Mick asked already turning his back to grab a bottle of rum off the top shelf. Upon hearing the name, the old man three seats down grabbed his dinner and found a table to occupy.

Orion nodded once as he pushed his hood down, “Thanks, Mick…Place looks good.”

“It’s got a few new nails and boards, but it’s still the same Double Barrel.”

Mick placed a napkin down then the glass holding three fingers of rum. He took another good look at Orion -tired eyes, permanent frown, hair falling forward- and wondered what happened to make such a powerful man weak enough to relapse. He walked away, knowing better than to linger when Orion Black looked the way he did…

There was a look in his eyes Orion had never seen before. Not just wild, but dangerous. Very few dared to look at Orion in such a way, fewer made it out uninjured. He should’ve seen it coming. All these years; the posters, the friends, the house- red and gold. Orion should’ve stopped it when he still could, crushed it with his giant fist and rebuild it in his eyes. Just like everything else he didn’t agree with in this world.

But Sirius Black was too far gone; it was in the way he squared his shoulders as Orion towered over him, how he spat ‘fuck you’ like he was speaking freely for the first time, and when he twisted his hands around Orion’s wrists as his father grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

Bloodshot, angry eyes reflected in the black, wet pools of the first born son. Orion could feel his nails digging into the palms of his hands through Sirius’ sweater, pulling his son even closer as he fought to get away.

“Get off of me!”

Orion’s voice was a hissed whisper, barely containing his rage.“You’re just going to leave? Throw all of this away and be like them- a blood traitor?”

Sirius stilled in Orion’s grip, a scowl lined his jaw, “Better them then your son.”

In one fluid movement, Orion released his son and pushed him backwards with purpose. Shove after shove, shout after shout, until Sirius was backed against the front door of Grimmauld Place, nearly tripping over his packed bag before he could pick it up.

Orion stood tall, stoic, and looked down at the young man who was no longer his son.

He felt nothing. The axe had already swung.

“If you leave, you may never come back. You will no longer be a Black, no longer our son, no longer a brother.”

Seconds felt like hours until Sirius finally opened his mouth and-

“Another, Mr. Black?”

Orion blinked -once, twice- and looked up at bartender he hadn’t seen in three years, “What?”

Mick was already pouring the top shelf rum, “Would you like a refill, Mr. Black?”

The only wizard sitting at the bar nodded with bloodshot, no longer angry eyes. He watched as the rum poured down into his glass, the light reflecting it in such a way it was almost beautiful. Watching the amber liquid swirl and pool. It was simple. It was comforting. Orion closed his eyes as he drank the entire contents again, only opening them after he heard Mick fill up his drink a third time.

He raised the glass again, but before he could touch it to his lips Orion caught his reflection in the lukewarm rum. The sight of himself made Orion want to puke. It made him want to scream. To cry. To fight…to run. Run after what he wasn’t sure. Maybe after his first born son.

Maybe Orion wanted to run just to run; just because he could, just because he wanted to.

Instead, he slapped some gold onto the worn oak of the bar, bought the whole damn bottle, and went home long after his world went dark.

#Accepted App

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