#chat: annika

[withawarinher]

The name didn't mean anything to her, the title little more. There had been no high schools here for many years, although she'd seen some of Tony's old films about them. They looked both fun and perplexing. Their lives were so simple there, their problems so small compared to the ones this world faced.

"Are you not from here, Annika Foster? Ultron destroyed this world, and my brothers and I destroyed Ultron." She shifted her hair aside and sheathed the sword in one practiced motion. She hadn't decided conclusively that there wasn't a threat, but if she truly was from another world, then she was probably someone to defend.

For a moment, she thought it was only her own voice echoing back to her. They sounded eerily similar, but Torunn was sure she’d seen someone. She trusted her instincts, especially when it came to survival. Someone was there, even if it was only a humanoid android mimicking her. Some of them could do that. They’d fought terrifying fascimiles of the Avengers before.

A frown creased her brow as she took a cautious step closer. She didn’t raise her sword, but she wasn’t confident enough to put it away yet either. “Do you need help? I am Torunn Thórsdottir, a Next Avenger and a protector of this world.” It was both an offer and a veiled threat, depending on who was lurking in the shadows. Torunn and her chosen brothers were known both for helping survivors and removing threats.

[wickedthiswaycomes]

location:

"Excuse me?" Anni called, her voice a little thin and tremulous. "I'm so sorry, but um...you haven't happened to find a ring, have you?" she asked, cringing at the mere question, the reminder of such a thing in her life. "A sort of...engagement ring?"

@ofcelestiials open to any!

[livinginshambles]

But what about me | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: Established relationship - You're jealous of the new girl but are mature about it, James is oblivious, and he also forgets your birthday and anniversary.

Notes: So here it is, a new version. I'm not going to continue the taglist, because it is kind of a hassle to take care of. Lily is our friend. OC Rosalie sucks. James is stupid. Spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, probably a happy ending, you know the drill.

Masterlist

“What’s on your mind?”

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You stared at James from a distance.

You shot up, your eyes widened in an alarmed manner before your posture relaxed when you saw it was Annabelle. She was a Hufflepuff ghost, a student who had tragically died during a Triwizard tournament, a few decades ago.

You shook your head in reassurance. “Nothing’s on my mind-“

“-So, the usual then?” Sirius’ voice popped up behind you and you wasted no time in elbowing him in the ribs, causing him to let out an “oomph”. You quickly waved at Annabelle who floated off.

“Watch it Padfoot,” you sternly told him, and you tried your best to give him a reprimanding look. By the laughing sound of his reaction, you failed in appearing intimidating.

“So,” Sirius began. “Big day tomorrow ey?” He wiggled his eyes suggestively. You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, my birthday. Stop making it sound weird,” you huffed, and you shook your head.

“Totally worth it, Annika just walked past us with a beet red face,” Sirius defended with a mischievous grin.

“You should stop your inappropriate comments, I mean you are literally my cousin,” you stated loudly, and Sirius earned a disgusted look from another student passing by.

Sirius’ mouth hung open and then he scrambled to defend himself. “So, we’re not related at all, she was kidding!” His voice and pitch raised by the end of the sentence as he called out to the student who’d given him a not-so-subtle side eye.

You gave him a smug look. “Fine,” Sirius relented. “Truce?” You two shook hands.

“You’re not trying to steal my girl, are you Pads?” Two arms found their way around your waist, followed by a kiss to your cheek.

Sirius let go of your hand to hold them up in surrender. “I wouldn’t dare, Prongs, just chatting because she seemed lonely,” he shrugged. You shot him a glare.

“Lonely?” James’ attention immediately zoned in on you.

“He’s just talking out of his ass, Jamie,” you waved it off.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Oh, because you were definitely not longingly looking at Prongs here, talking to that gir-“ This time, you kicked his shins.

“Nah, I’m just pranking you, mate,” Sirius nonchalantly changed course and patted James on the shoulder while he passed him. James ignored him and focused on you.

He spun you around by one arm, held above your head like you were doing a ballroom dance. His hands quickly settled on your sides when you faced him, and he leaned over to pepper your face full of pecks. You grinned up at him and he fondly looked back before pulling you in again for a deeper kiss.

“Really?” A portrait next to you spoke up snorted. “Right in front of my salad?” He gestured to the painted salad on the dinner table in front of him.

James pointedly ignored him and instead tried to pull you a little bit closer. Not that that was possible.

“Oh, now you’re just doing it on purpose,” The man in the painting complained, and you would imagine the grimace on his face if you weren’t too preoccupied with James, who was leaving small pecks against your lips.

“Don’t like what you see, look away,” James murmured against you.  

“Disrespectful cretin these days. I would look away, but you are right in my sight,” The portrait huffed dramatically. You softly pushed James away to offer the poor man a sheepish look but found that he’d already escaped to a neighboring painting.

“So tomorrow,” James started, and you couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect of a date with James. That giddy feeling sank very quickly when James finished his sentence.

“I’ll be training our newest Chaser for the day. That’s the girl I was talking to before,” he explained. “Her name’s Rosalie James, isn’t that funny? Like her last name is James, it confused me a lot during today’s practice,” James continued, not noticing that your mind had wandered of the brunette girl.

“She even joked that if we’d get married, I could change my name to James James,” he laughed. You didn’t particularly see the humor in that.

“Anyway,” he continued, “I know I said that we would study together in the library tomorrow, but I think we should move that to Sunday.”

You frowned, “can we not just move it to the evening then?” you asked, wondering if James was really planning on spending the entirety of your birthday with someone else.

“Well, it’s from 9 o’clock until 7 o’clock in the evening, and we have a Quidditch party thing afterwards, but it’s more of a teambuilding thing. I can ask them if you can join though?” James offered.

You blinked at him in confusion before offering him a smile in return. “What, no- I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you denied. You assumed that he’d find some time to squeeze in a birthday celebration.

James shrugged. “Suit it yourself, love.”

You didn’t actually think James would forget your birthday. After all, James was literally the perfect boyfriend. He was proud to show you off to people, always ready to lend an ear when you needed to, and most of all showering you with love, any chance he gets.

But we’re all still humans after all, today was very busy so it probably just slipped his mind. That’s completely okay, you told yourself. And so, you tried to push away your thoughts, wanting to enjoy the cake that you and the girls had snuck from the kitchen as a late-night snack.

“Red velvet is the best, I swear,” Lily laughed with a sigh as she let herself fall flat on her back in satisfaction. Marlene agreed wordlessly, preoccupied with stuffing more cake in her mouth.

“Happy birthday again,” Alice smiled kindly at you, and you beamed at her. “Thank you, guys, for today, you shouldn’t have bought me the expensive painting equipment,” you said as you motioned towards the brand-new canvasses, brushes, primer, and oil paint.

“Nonsense,” Marlene replied in mock offense. “But you will paint me one day, right?” She batted her eyelashes at you. You pretended to think about it. “I mean, for 15 galleons?” you joked and then had to rush to take your words back when Marlene agreed without hesitance.

“I was only joking,” you laughed and swatted her lightly.

“Eh, leave the joking to your boyfriend and the other marauders,” Lily teased you. “Speaking of them,” she started, and you looked down, knowing the follow up question. “What did they get you for your birthday?

“Well,” you recalled your day so far. “Peter, Remus and Sirius gifted me an expandable suitcase, so I can put all my collectables in there.”

“Damn,” Alice whispered. You sheepishly scratched your head. “Yeah, it took me by surprise too. Last I checked, it cost way too much. I sure hope they acquired it in a legal manner,” you joked.

“I mean, both Sirius and James are well off, so maybe they could afford it and actually bought it,” Alice joked along.

You shrugged. “Oh, James didn’t pitch in for the suitcase. Remus said that he’d told them he was getting something more personal for me,” you said.

“Ugh, what a sap,” Lily commented lightheartedly, and you agreed with a chuckle. “So, what did he get you then?” Lily asked exasperatedly, already expecting something ridiculously grand.

There was a beat of silence.

“Uh, I’m not sure, we didn’t get around to celebrating my birthday together,” you settled on answering.

“What?” Marlene, Lily, and Alice asked in chorus.

“He was busy,” you defended James.

“The entire day?” Marlene squinted her eyes, absolutely seeing through your bullshit excuse. You shrugged in response but nodded your head. “The entire day?” She repeated in disbelief. “Like he couldn’t pop in in the morning or during breakfast?” You shrugged again.

“I guess he forgot,” you mumbled, starting to feel down again. Alice quickly caught on to that and decided to change the subject, trying to cheer you up. “Anyway, should we picnic tomorrow by the lake?”

You exhaled in relief. “I would love that.”

Sirius and James entered their dorms and greeted the other two marauders. “And? Did she like the suitcase?” Sirius immediately asked while he made himself at home on the foot end of Remus’ bed.

“Definitely, like she couldn’t believe it. She even did the happy wiggly dance,” Peter and Remus laughed at the memory. Sirius held his hand up to high five them and grinned in victory. “I told you guys, she needed someplace to put all that stuff she collects.”

James had been utterly confused since he stepped into the room and was not at all following the conversation. It was definitely about you, he figured that much from the wiggly happy dance. But what on earth were they buying you stuff for?

“You guys gave Y/N a suitcase?” He asked cluelessly.

“Yeah, why?” Remus inquired, eyebrows raised. “Is that not up to standard to the great James Potter?” He sarcastically asked, already expecting James to start gloating about whatever he got as a present for you.

“Well, if you guys have that much money in abundance to spend, save some for great pranks too,” James complained jokingly.

Sirius stared at James in confusion. “Huh?”

Peter tilted his head while examining James’ facial expression of confusion and then hesitantly asked. “James, did you forget about Y/N’s birthday?”

Time stopped for James, and he could hear his heart beat loudly, blood rushing to his ears as realization dawned on him, entirely to slowly.

“Merlin!” he loudly cursed, wide-eyed.

At his confession, Remus and Sirius’ jaws slacked. “You forgot!?” They shouted in unison.

Peter covered his ears at their yelling.

“Y/N!”

You turned your head, trying to find the source and halted in your step when your eyes landed on James who was frantically making his way through the hordes of students, crowding the corridor. He had been trying to find you since breakfast.

“Yes?”

James stopped in front of you, out of breath, a little flushed in the face and an apologetic expression adorned his face. You already knew what he was going to say and held up your hand to stop him in advance.

“I don’t need your apology,” you sighed out. James words died in his throat, and it took a moment for him to break out of it. “Love, I’m a right twit, I know.” He unintentionally shot you a defeated look with puppy eyes that you couldn’t help but melt for.

“How was your day yesterday?” was all you ended up asking as you continued making your way towards the library. You motioned with your head for him to follow you.

“I missed you,” James sincerely answered. He still pouted, seemingly upset, but all directed at himself of course. “I can’t believe I forgot,” he frowned. “I’ll work to be the greatest boyfriend again, I promise.” His eyes sparkled with determination, and you couldn’t suppress your amusement anymore, a smile lifting the corners of your lips.

“Well, you’re not off the hook yet, Potter.”

“Not the last name,” James whined. You shot him an unimpressed look that had him accept defeat.

“So, no kisses for you anymore,” you huffed for extra measure, in retaliation to his complaint.

“Wait what? You can’t do that, that’s so mean,” James immediately protested.

“For a week,” you added. “Forgetting about me yesterday was mean to me too.”

James’ hand made its way to intertwine with yours. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But this is still okay, right?”

You squeezed his hand. “It’s twelve o’clock right now. Do you want to have lunch first or study a little bit in the library?”

James gave you a bright smile. “Whatever you want.”

“I want you to choose,” you retorted.

“Lunch, please.”

James spent the following week almost draped over you. His entire body leaned into you, your hands always together, and every time he came in for a kiss, he reminded himself to respect your wishes, which left him burying his face in your neck instead.

It was Sunday and you hummed peacefully to yourself while you were sketching in the boys’ dorms, on James’ bed. You sat in the middle of his crossed legs, his arms were wrapped around your middle. His chin was rested on your shoulder which left him with the perfect view on your drawing in progress.

“I love you,” he quietly mumbled.

“I know, Jamie. I love you too,” you nudged him. James’ arms slipped away, and he moved away from you, you frowned at the loss of contact and warmth, leaning into the pillows behind you instead. “What are you-?”

James moved in front of you and nestled himself between your own crossed legs, back to your stomach, exchanging the position you had previously been in. He slouched a bit until his head leaned against your chest.

“My, you’re putty today, love,” you teased him softly. You closed your sketchbook and started untangling his curly hair.

“I’m really sorry I missed your birthday,” James whispered. You melted.

You chuckled and shrugged. “Sometimes things slip our mind. It just made me feel a little bummed out, that’s all.”

James hummed. “Well, I can promise you that I won’t forget about our anniversary though,” he said, voice filled with determination. You laughed. “That’s still a long time from now Jamie,” you mused.

“I’m already counting down the days so that there’s absolutely no way that I’ll forget it.”

“Hey James?”

James looked up at you.

“It’s twelve o’clock.”

James blinked twice and then a wolfish grin appeared as he practically jumped up and turned to face you, tackling you to bring you in for a kiss.

You groaned at the impact of your head against the wall behind you and James grinned sheepishly in apology before grabbing your hips and pulling you further down the bed to make space so he could finally press his lips to yours, all while completely melting into you and sighing in relief at the feeling.

And for two weeks, everything seemed to be perfectly fine. Until Rosalie joined the picture again, that is.

Dorcas sat next to you in class and elbowed you softly. “What’s up with James and that girl?” she whispered. You looked up from your notes and glanced at James who was nodding enthusiastically at a drawing that Rosalie was showing James. It was a portrait of him, and you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach at how well she drew him.

Features that were so on point, up to the little details like the three tiny birthmarks that seem to disappear amidst his freckles and that one freckle on his upper lip that you often pressed an extra peck to. You knew that for such a detailed, accurate and hyper realistic drawing, Rosalie had probably spent a lot of time studying him up close.

You averted your attention back to Dorcas and forced a smile. “She’s their new Chaser,” was all you replied.

Dorcas sent another skeptical look in James and Rosalie’s direction but didn’t comment on it any further.

“Guess what, love?!” James burst into the common room where you and Remus were calmly reading. James skipped over to the couch you were sitting on and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“What?” you entertained him.

“I just made a deal with the kitchen elves and they’re going to cook us a candle lit dinner for our anniversary,” James triumphantly grinned from ear to ear as if he had just won the Quidditch cup.

Your eyes widened and you jumped up in excitement and disbelief. “How did you manage to do that?” You curiously pondered.

James puffed his chest. “A magician never reveals his secrets,” he secretively replied, and you huffed and swatted him with a laugh. “We’re all magicians here, James,” you pointed out with a pout.

James leaned down to press a kiss to your pouted lips. “Just enjoy dinner with me. It’s in three weeks.” He was not about to tell you that he made a deal with the elves to go and clean the kitchen every day after supper for three weeks.

“Thank you, James,” you said, voice muffled because you had your face buried in his neck, arms around him in a tight hug.

You were incredibly excited for your anniversary, having a surprise for him as well, as you managed to get him tickets to the Quidditch world cup.

You waited for James in the changing rooms, Gryffindor had just lost an important match to Slytherin, and you knew that James would be feeling down. The Gryffindor team walked in, and you got up from the bench you were seated on. When you found James, he immediately came in for a hug.

“You did great out there, love. I’m proud of you,” you whispered.

“But it wasn’t enough,” James frowned. “They’re just always better than us, it doesn’t even matter how much we practice, because in the end, we can’t beat them.”

You stroked his hair in a consoling manner.

“And what’s the point if we can’t bloody beat Slytherin,” James spat out in frustration. You threw Sirius a look over James’ shoulder.

“Don’t say that, Jamie. You’ve won the last two games, and you don’t have to win against them,” you tried. Apparently, that was not what James wanted to hear and you would later beat yourself up for seeming to discard his feelings.

James pulled away with a frown. “But it’s not enough!” You flinched at his loud tone. “I just want-, It’s,” he let out an aggravated sound. “You don’t understand, okay. The feeling of constantly losing to the same opponent, its-“ James was struggling to find the words and you tried to apologize, alarmed, and feeling guilty.

Rosalie showed up behind James and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, we’ll get them next time, James. She just doesn’t get it because she’s not on the team.”

You felt hurt by her dismissive statement and wanted to retort when James agreed with her. “Exactly, Y/N, you don’t even play Quidditch, you don’t know what this feels like.”

Your heart sank in embarrassment and hurt, and your mouth formed an inaudible ‘oh’.

“Come on, Prongs. It’s not her fault we lost, don’t take it out on her,” Sirius moved to stand next to James and swatted him lightly. James sighed, closed his eyes, and pinched his nose.

“’m sorry, love. That was totally uncalled for,” he admitted, and he reached his arm for you to pull you back in for a hug. You subtly evaded his arm and swiftly moved yourself to the door.

“No, no. I actually need to go meet up with Peter, so uh. You guys have fun. And yeah,” you awkwardly did a mini wave with your hand towards the  team and fled.

Sirius leaned in towards James. “Good job, mate.”

“Sod off.” You didn’t leave his mind at all for the rest of the night.

You were about to scream bloody murder when you were shaken awake in the middle of the night, but a hand covered your mouth and when your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could vaguely make out your boyfriend.

“James?” you incredulously whispered. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?”

James motioned to his invisibility cloak. “Sleep with me?” He asked and gave you a pleading look. You folded and so you tripled to the boy’s dorms under the cloak and then nestled yourself in his arms. A leg draped over his while you two fell into a peaceful slumber.

James was once again looking everywhere for you. This time with a slight sense of dread instead of the usual excitement.

When he finally found you and saw that you were laughing along with Sirius, he hesitated. He was halfway through changing his mind on addressing the issue with you when you called out to him.

“Morning!” you said, and you slid a sandwich in his direction. “You missed breakfast today, everything okay?" You asked.

James glanced at Sirius, and he excused himself and then left.

“I know we were going to go to Hogsmeade for our anniversary, but Rosalie managed to get tickets to a Quidditch game of our favourite team, and we even get to meet them afterwards. Like I can ask them for tips on playing, it’s just such an opportunity…” He trailed off when he noticed your fallen expression, which you quickly tried to cover up.

“Hey, that sounds like an amazing opportunity,” you assured him because it was true.

“We’re still on for that candle lit dinner, though?” You tried to joke, but it came off more as an insecure question.

James immediately enveloped you in a big hug. “Of course we are, 10 o’clock in the evening and I promise I’ll make it up to you afterwards.”

You laughed quietly. “You better.”

Your eyes crinkled in laughter as the kitchen elves tried their best to cheer you up and keep you occupied while James was hopefully simply running late. But by the time it was one o’clock in the morning, you decided to call it a night and thanked the elves for teaching you two new dishes and chess.

On your way to the dorms, you heard hushed whispers around the corner. When you turned it, however, you saw it was empty, but you knew better. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, contemplating if you wanted to do this now or tomorrow.

“James,” you called out.

There was a beat of silence and then the invisibility cloak slid off to reveal James and Rosalie, sneaking back inside the castle.

“Love? What are you doing up at this hour-“ he stopped halfway through his sentence with a curse.

“Wait, Y/N, this is my fault, not James’,” Rosalie piped up, but you were done with her.

“Go.”

Rosalie shot James one last glance and when he didn’t look back at her, instead still frozen, attention focused on you, she scurried away.

“I lost track of time. We went to have drinks with the players and time flashed by so quickly and then I completely forgot. And then Rosalie got sick, so -“

“Stop talking about her for a moment.” James looked at you, confused.

“Every single time, it is always you and Rosalie. It’s always her.” You didn’t bother hiding your hurt feelings anymore.

“But what about me,” you whispered defeatedly.

James shook his head. “No, it’s not her. I swear it’s not. It’s bad timing.” he firmly stated. “This isn’t even her fault, it was me and my enthusiasm to go to the game, I-“

“Why do you keep defending her?” You cut him off, allowing tears to well up in your eyes. James bit his lower lip. “I’m sorry,’ he eventually admitted.

“Yeah,” you breathed out exhaustedly. “You always are, aren’t you? Just like you always promise to make it up to me.”

“I will,” he weakly defended. “We can go back to the kitchen right now, eat food, celebrate our anniversary,” his eyes desperately searched yours for forgiveness, but in the darkness of the castle, he couldn’t find any.

“I spent three hours in the kitchen already, I’ve eaten the great food that the elves prepared for me, and our anniversary has already passed,” you coldly stated.

James’ eyes averted to his own feet, ashamed.

You tightly shut your eyes for a moment. And basked in the silence. When you opened your eyes again, you took in James’ posture. He seemed so very small all of a sudden.

Then you walked straight past him, while he was still frozen in place. When you passed him, you halted next to him and turned your head towards him. “I really hope she’s worth it, James.”

This seemed to snap him out of it, and he turned around in a flash. “Wait!” he called out in panic and immediately lowered his voice. “You’re not breaking up with me, right?” His eyes were pleading, and he looked distraught.

You scoffed softly to yourself. “I don’t want to talk to you right now. I’m tired, so I’m going to bed, or else I actually will,” you replied shortly and retreated to your dorm.

Sirius whistled when James entered the room and unknowingly started to rub salt right in James’ well-deserved wound. “One o’clock in the morning, damn Prongs. You two must’ve had fun in the kitchen. How was the food? Did you like the present? I helped her with that,” he boasted.

James shook his head, “I messed it up again, Padfoot.”

Sirius eyes squinted ever so slightly at James. “No way,” he ended up asking in disbelief.

James didn’t answer right away, and Sirius got up out of bed and approached James. Then he shoved him. “Tell me you showed up for your anniversary, Prongs.”

James who had been looking at the ground finally met Sirius eye to eye, tears pooling in his own eyes. “We just lost track of the time, and then Ro-“

“If you finish that sentence and it’s about Rosalie, I will hurt you, James Potter.”

James helplessly looked at Sirius. “But you guys have it all wrong. It’s not her fault-“

Sirius grabbed James by the collar and shook him for good measure. “Prongs, mate. Wake the bloody hell up, would you.” His eyes bore straight through James’.

“Rosalie fancies you. It’s as clear as day. She demands your attention at all times. Asks for Quidditch practice, specifically with you, for an entire day. She diminishes our Y/N’s value in front of everyone, is pretentious and makes it seem as if you two are more compatible. She tries so hard to have so many common things with you like her last name, and she literally has a sketchbook full of portraits of you, which is rather creepy. Besides, she fully knew you were supposed to be back by ten o’clock for your date. I get it man, it’s subtle, but you’re smarter than that.”

Sirius released James and sighed. “And worst of all, Prongs, is that you let it happen. And every time you do, she wins a little more until Y/N will stop playing this stupid game for you.”

James let Sirius’ words sink in and the more he thought about it, the more he realized how right Sirius was.

“I don’t do it on purpose, Pads. Believe me. I know everything looks terrible, but I didn’t realize it.” James took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes tiredly, and pulled a hand through his locks.

“I forgot her birthday, but it was just a busy day, and I don’t really have a choice as captain but to train the new players. A-and I immediately apologized to Y/N when I realized what a twat I was in the locker room. And I didn’t miss my anniversary for a date with another girl or anything, there was a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet people I’ve looked up to, and I know it looks bad together because Rosalie was involved in all those instances, but I never meant to hurt Y/N. You know I’m in love with her.”

James started pacing through the room. It was a miracle that the others hadn’t woken up yet.

“Okay, I believe you,” Sirius decided after consideration. “But maybe try properly explaining and apologizing to Y/N. And then confront Rosalie and tell her to sod off.”

James nodded. “Yeah, yeah okay. I’ll do that.” Sirius looked a little skeptically at James and then patted his shoulder before climbing back in bed, while James did the same.

He had almost fallen back asleep when James asked, “Do you think she’d forgive me?”

Sirius was quiet. He’d seen the hurt look on your face multiple times and had instead tried to keep your mind off of James whenever he saw you stare at James and Rosalie.

“I think she might break up with me, Sirius,” James whispered in a small voice. He couldn’t sleep, his mind was filled with guilt, distress and you.

“Go sleep James, we’ll figure it out in the morning.”

You took a deep breath before pushing through the grand doors of the Great Hall. You spotted the empty seat amongst the marauders and let your eyes slide across the Gryffindor table to look for James.

You found him talking with Rosalie, and you almost wanted to turn around and leave, when you spotted her sour face when he finally walked back to his seat. James wore a relieved expression and was greeted by the marauders with pats on the back in congratulations.

Sirius spotted you and waved you over, scooting over himself so you could squeeze in.

“Good morning,” you gratefully smiled at the boys and sat down. James absentmindedly loaded your favourite food on your plate out of habit and then hesitated. He hadn’t really dared look you in the eyes yet, still ashamed after lying awake all night, thinking of all the things he’d done.

When your stretched out hand appeared in his sight, he looked up and saw a kind expression on your face. He handed you the plate and relaxed a little.

“Sirius tells me you want to explain some things to me, so unless you have a date with Rosalie over there,” you gestured to the girl who was not looking happy. “We could talk after breakfast?”

James nodded eagerly, eyes wide. “Yes, please.” He stared at you, and almost frowned, wondering why you didn’t seem as angry as you did last night, or rather this early morning.

You noticed his stare and knew what he was thinking. “I told you; I was tired, upset and couldn’t deal with it then. But I’ve had a good night’s sleep. I have thought about everything and decided that I’m not going to rashly throw away two years of unconditional love and friendship between us, for things that I feel like you want to explain to me. It’s not so black and white in decisions when it comes to love and my love isn’t that fragile.”

“Thank you,” James breathed out, already feeling like crying.

“Don’t thank me, thank Pads, he is vouching for you,” you hummed. “But your explanation better be worth it. And that’ll be at least two weeks without kisses.”

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[nightunite]

Haha, it is I again!

So how does Konig feel about their lessons? Does he look forward to them? Are they just to be a good employer? I’m sure he’s glad to see reader being able to get along better with people right? And when reader is fluent enough to not need lessons how does he feel?

(I’m not expecting an answer to all of these, or any of these, pick and choose at your leisure)

Huehuehue

Agent L 🕵️‍♀️

You love stirring the pot don't you? Naughty Wackus Bonkus (keep doing it, it gives me something to look forward to) Here's another attempt at Konig. I expected it to come out somewhat muddled, because to be honest neither he nor I know how to process his widdle feewings:

Konig is...conflicted. He's never been a man too in touch with his emotions, preferring to simply retreat to the outdoors when things became too much. Out between the trees and along the streams, he could feel less confined and the emotional slurry at rest, steadily sifted through until the muddied mixture dissipated into nothing and he could return inside where whatever caused them was settled. Unfortunately, he couldn't do so this time around, for the problem in this instance was of his own making, and rooted quite firmly in the barony. With a heavy sigh he closes the book he was pretending to read, instead looking out onto the small greenhouse. Inside he could make out several bodies, his maids who had taken to enjoying the warmth, as well as the company of the newest maid. They laid claim to the greenhouse for an hour or so when they could between tasks, insisting on teaching her further than just the times she and Konig arranged. His chest feels odd at the reminder, the emotions making him feel not-quite ill but certainly not well. He's grateful in a way, to have others teaching her their language. He knows he's not the most verbose in either tongue, direct and oftentimes blunt to avoid misunderstandings and awkward slip-ups in conversation. He'd much rather go to war and get shot again than put his foot in his mouth and insult someone at court in view of everyone. Ah, just the thought of the eyes and whispers heats his skin, turns him red and prickly and sets his leg bouncing in anxiety.

So yes, it's good her peers assist her in learning the twists and turns and at the same time it...not irritates him, but leaves him restless. No employer wants his staff at odds, so these meetings are good, especially when he hears them chattering as they fold laundry or wipe down the dining room. He doesn't have an ear for most gossip, he leaves that to Annika and Felix (though he won't admit to it), but if it gives them something to bond over then he'll let the halls fill with the most recent story of whose pants had to be let out at the tailor's, or whose dress was clearly ill-conceived. He does wish they would stop having these chats so late at night though, they need their sleep after all. Especially Hirscht, given her condition...

"My lord, I have something I must confess. You see, I am...with child." She had admitted roughly a week ago, hands wringing into her dress as she cowered before him like a child before a stern parent. It was reminiscent of their first meeting a little over a month ago (and how novel is that, how much she seems to bloom in such a short time in his presence?) when she seemed convinced he would send her away without a second glance. "I assure you, my condition will not hinder my work! I will continue to uphold the standards placed upon me when I was employed-" His ears didn't register the remainder of her words, brain refusing to translate the rapidly spoken English. He was distressed at how quickly she curled into herself, worried that she viewed him as a threat to her safety like what (or more likely who) she ran from in the first place. "I understand that this could cause complications down the line, and I apologize-" "Du arbeitest zu viel." "Beg pardon?" "Du arbeitest zu viel. Always beregen, huschen and herumhüpfen around, cleaning as if the Teufel is after you. You should have said something sooner, hirscht. You must be more careful." He crossed his arms, looking down at her as he lightly chastised her. "You're not mad?" She asked him, eyes watery in a way that made him fearful she would burst into tears. Lieber Gott, how he hated when women cried near him, he never knew what to do. "Nein, not at you for being a mother soon. That is not an issue, you have your place here. But you should have said something sooner, you shouldn't be running yourself ragged. You are fragile now, ja?" "Not entirely, I can still work, my lord! I'm not too far along for concern, per the doctor!" She was frantic, stepping closer to him despite him assuring her she wouldn't be cast out into the cold. Did she think him a liar? Had he not proved himself a fair employer? "You need your rest-" "I need to do my share-" She kept trying to plead her case to him, and he felt his brows furrow at her stubbornness. "What are you afraid of? I am not firing you." He sighed through his nose. People were always so complicated, like trying to pry open a clam without breaking the shell. "I don't want to be a burden on the others." She sniffed, wiping at her face with her sleeve. "I-the others, they are nett to me? I don't want them to have to do my work." In a smaller tone, just barely audible, she whispered, "I don't want them to hate me." He resisted the sudden urge to coo at her, his little hirscht, the earnest fondness she had for his workers. It startled him, the sudden affection exploding in his chest like a dandelion puff. Instead, he cleared his throat, loosening his stance. "They will not hate you. You have shown much effort here. You are not the first to have a baby here. Be prepared to have no peace though. Some of them wanted to be midwives." The slight laugh he got from her eased the strings pulled taut around his heart, shoulders dropping tension. "Thank you, sir." Konig blinks, returning to the present as he sees his maids, Emily and Joanna, accompanying her out of the greenhouse back into the barony proper. Joanna carried the tea set they must have snuck from the kitchen, while the others led the way. It brought a smile to his face, truly. He loves seeing those he is responsible for content. However... He can't help the sourness that wells up like morning dew in him when he is reminded that he is not the only one who holds his newest maid's attention. Reluctant to admit it, he is fond of their time together, of having someone who looks at him beyond being a noble, a man of power even if he refuses to wield it. Informal lessons between the two in which he could simply speak to another person, the fear of crossing an unseen boundary like a tripwire forgotten, a chance to simply have a conversation with someone. A hope not given voice of a potential friend in this foreign and frigid land, something he craved more than he expected.

How was he to build on this tentative thing in a way that wasn't imposing upon her without the lessons? To show he sought her time and company though not in the way most men of his station would? No matter how few times they had spoken, it left him yearning for more. For the first time in years, he wants to speak with someone, to listen and respond in kind, beyond the required civility. These thoughts, these feelings, threatening to choke him like kudzu around the oak, ensnaring him entirely. With a groan, he shoves his hands under his shroud, dragging them down his face. He would have to sell his soul and ask Annika for advice. May he never know peace again.

@beloveds-embrace Imma just start tagging you Translations: Du arbeitest zu viel - You work too much beregen, huschen and herumhüpfen - running and scurrying and hopping around nett - nice Lieber Gott - Dear God hirscht - Deer

[xoxoskai]

RKVERSE BRATVA HEADCANNONS

that no one really asked for, but everyone needs<3

Damien Orlov is Nikolai Sokolov's Godfather.

The one-slightly related to the mafia- kid that all the second-generation mafia kids are scared respect is Sebastian and Naomi's firstborn (I said what I said)

In the Morozov household, all arguments are solved through uno.

Ironically, the one with the best accuracy while firing a gun is the one with the least bloodlust in him, Gareth.

Annika is closest to Lidiya Morozova and the Orlov Princess.

Naomi and Sebastian are Gareth Carson's Godparents.

Adrian tries to homeschool his kids, but it backfires when neither of his kids let him work in peace as a sign of protest. He reluctantly lets them attend a private school with an army of bodyguards.

Kai Takeda becomes the next head of the Yakuza.

Vaughn is very good at playing video games to the point that he gets invited to play at events.

Maya and Gareth are the best at cheating while playing any kinds of board games and often defeat the rest (Killian loses because he's in a team with Nikolai who gets bored midway and tries to sabotage the game instead).

Damien is good at cooking while Kirill has a hidden talent for baking. Adrian finds the prospect of both of them wearing aprons funny until he is put on duty for washing the dishes. Wearing his daughter's purple, floral apron.

Jeremy becomes really good at lip-reading while he's trying to figure out what his parents are talking about over his head and as an adult, he's desperately trying to lose the habit around them.

The one who taught all the boys to drive a bike is Mio Orlov.

She also taught Sasha who nearly gives the Pakhan of the Bratva a heart attack when she figures out how to do wheelies with Rai cheering her on.

Kyle Hunter is exceptionally good at hide and seek and the kids could never find him whenever the Sokolovs were hosting sleepovers.

Annika has knocked endlessly and tirelessly on Adrian's office door till he let her in so she could demonstrate her pirouette the first time she had perfectly done it (Adrian had made Yan, Kolya and Boris give her a standing ovation).

Rai Sokolov is everyone's go-to Aunt for anything their own parents aren't letting them do. Asher and Reina won't send their sons to another continent for college? Enrolls her own son to go with them. The girls want to go to a concert? Sends an army of disguised bodyguards with them. One of the kids is drunk and needs to be picked up? She's already buckling into her car.

Adrian and Lia are Vaughn's Godparents.

Mia Sokolov starts giving plants as birthday presents and nearly makes Kirill and Damien bust a lung from laughter when she gives Adrian a cactus.

Karina Morozova has the reputation for giving the most bizarre gifts that the kids end up loving. Rents out an entire theater for Annika's birthday party. Buys all the game-machines in an arcade for Vaughn. Tells Maya they are going shopping for her birthday and flies her to Paris for it. Sees Jeremy reading bl when he's home from college one time and buys him an entire boxful of yaoi comics with a "I dog earmarked some of my favorites" note. She's extra that way and they all love it.

Damien, Adrian, Kyle and Kirill also have a group chat that Adrian has tried leaving multiple times. When Annika and Mia get boyfriends, Damien is laughing so hard at their predicament that Adrian reveals his daughter's secret relationship with the Pakhan's eldest son and then leaves the group. Again.

Lidiya Morozova becomes the first woman Pakhan after her uncle dares anyone to oppose her crowning with her getting backed up by four of the strongest Bratva families.

Vaughn and Kirill bond over making castles out of playing cards. They've spent lots of days, sitting cross-legged on the floor and stacking one card after another, using multiple decks. It's how he discovers his love for architecture.

Maya Sokolov is a natural at coding and hacking, but she finds it boring and even refuses Adrian's attempt to teach her to hone her skills.

Kyle is really good at magic tricks. Almost all the kids (minus natural cheaters, Maya and Gareth) fall for it even though some of them don't want to (Jeremy and Killian, they know it's a trick, but they can't prove it).

Naomi is not approving of Damien until she actually talks to him and realizes he's just a bakayaro.

Mia Sokolov is really good at escape rooms while Nikolai spends half the time going "That was a clue?"

Ilya Levitsky is only accepted into the family after he goes through extensive torture and lives on to say, "You can't keep me from her". He wins Kyle's respect with that.

Lia discovers that she's really good at drinking games when she's having a girl's night out with Sasha, Mio and Rai. She can throw darts with her eyes blindfolded.

The Volkovs have movie nights on Thursdays where the movies are decided based on a game of jenga. Annika swears she's not shaking the table (she is).

The Morozovs host the best sleepovers. We're talking Princess Diaries level of sleepovers with mattress surfing, vending and claw machines in the house and treasure hunts across the entire property.

The Orlovs are the best at throwing parties and love any occasion to do so. Cherry blossoms are blooming? Throw a party. His daughter got an A on her dictation? Throw a party. Someone bumped into Damien and he didn't kill them? Throw. A. Party.

The Carsons are the best at pretending they have no ties to the Bratva. You saw an army of bodyguards leaving their house? Must be the new interns Asher is hiring. Their oldest nephew has tattoos at the age of 11? But he loves drawings. Reina's twin is AWOL the whole time? She's just shy.

The Weavers are horrible at pretending they aren't related into some shady business.

The Sokolovs' house is synonymous with a common playground. Especially after Mia's kidnapping. If she's scared to go out and meet anyone else, ofcourse the rest of them are gonna come over at all times and spend time with her, it's only natural.

_______________

Don't even wanna promise a part two when I know I never commit but here's to hoping?

[wickedthiswaycomes]

She could almost hear her mother's scolding, the disappointed looks that she had never actually received but only ever agonized over-- and maybe it was that that made her actually accept the hand that was offered. She slipped her hand into his, standing up and it was only the poise that had been drilled into her that kept her from wobbling on her heels. Still, she placed her free hand on his chest to steady herself. "Before you take me away, you need to tell me one thing," she murmured, "Your name."

“Perfect, I only buy the very best,” He murmured back, his smirk only growing at her response. Ceyhan was sure she wasn’t used to being this forward, and honestly, he found it almost endearing. Holding out his hand for the other, he stood. “Shall we then, gorgeous?”

[esotheria-sims]

As was often the case with problems that went ignored, they tended to grow bigger the more time passed.

With a knot of dread in her chest, Annika realized one day that her belly had gotten too big to hide. Soon, her father and brother would start asking questions about her state; and when the truth came out, they'd go looking for the culprit. And not just to chat, either.

It was all her fault. She was the one who insisted on being intimate with Phillip without thinking of the consequences, even though Marcus had warned her. And now that her pregnancy had advanced this much, she was running out of options. It was either being a disgraced, single teenage mom... or being a married-off, trapped-in-a-castle teenage mom. She wasn't sure which of the two was worse.

So once she'd dried her tears and regained some composure, Annika began gathering her things, having chosen an unlikely third option. She packed clothes, provisions, and Spellweaver for protection, and headed out. She would handle everything on her own, she'd firmly decided.

But to do so, she needed to disappear for a while.

[welcometomysticmeadows]

Chat Log #1

Dee: So.. Guess this is it.

Annika: How are you feeling? Nervous?

Dee: (laughs nervously) I mean it's my first job and I'm supposed to be in charge of a bunch of kids for the summer so... yeah. Terrified.

Annika: You’ll be fine! Great, even. I'm sure of it.

Celeste: (pulling Dee into a tight hug) Take care of yourself, honey. And remember, it's okay to ask for help if things get too overwhelming.

Dee: (hugs back) I will, mom. Thank you.

Annika: Don't forget to call us if you need anything. Or if you just miss us. I know you'll miss my cooking.

Dee: (chuckles) I'll probably miss it after, like, the second day.

Annika: See? I knew it.

Dee: See you there, Vee?

Vee: ...

Dee: It'll be fun, I promise. Flo and Silas will be there too, remember?

Vee: ...I don't know...

Dee: (smiles softly) Well, let me know whatever your choice is, okay?

Vee: Okay...

Annika: (pulls Dee into a hug and whispers) They’ll be there, don't worry.

Dee: (hugs back) Please.

[simsdaughters]

RICH ROMANCE || A BACHELOR CHALLENGE

EP 1. - PART 1

As the contestants enter the "villa" - more like a sumptuous gothic manor - the mingling begins. Will they become friends, or ruthless enemies? Who shall make the first good impression on Mr. Galvus? And most importantly, who. is. Kermit le froge?

Contestants by: @thebramblewood @plasmafruittree @havenroyals @riverofjazzsims @moonfromearth @plasmafruittree @invisiblequeen @bloomingkyras

Avery: (narrating) As we arrived to the manor, those of us who didn't have black clothes were offered new outfits. So we'd all match, I guess.

Avery: Needless to say, I am not sure how to feel about it.

___

Narrator: As the contestants change into their new outfits, Euphoria wastes no time getting to the bar in the dining room.

Narrator: And it quickly turns into a welcome party for the contestants.

Emet S. Galvus: It's not that I was too nervous to meet them at the door. I simply wished to observe them mingle before making my presence known.

Avery: (Narrating) That girl, Danae ...

Avery: (Narrating) I think she might be a vampire.

___

Matias: (Narrating) I was impressed when I saw the manor. But somehow, I was even more impressed by the balls of that girl who just took a shower right behind me. In public.

Visha: (Narrating) I don't want to talk about it.

Narrator: But not everything is going smoothly. In fact, tensions already begin to rise on day 0 ...

Annika: (Narrating) I'm not worried about Visha. From what I know of Mr. Galvus, he wouldn't want a woman who showers outside anywhere near his granddaughter. She stands no chance.

Annika: (Narrating) The one I'm really worried about is Danae. She is beautiful, and from what I've hard, dangerous. She might have an advantage here.

___

(Wine pouring noises)

Avery: (Narrating) I found myself getting along with that other girl, London, I believe. She's quite nice, and an artist like me.

Avery: (Narrating) I felt bad for her, about her grandmother. I but I can't let that sway me - this is my chance at finding true love, I can't squander it!

___

Narrator: And then, London goes for it, approaching the bachelor with wine in hand.

Emet S. Galvus: (Narrating) Unlike the common misconception, the death of grandparents doesn't really get me in the mood for much of anything, unfortunately. I had to give my condolences, of course, but ... not a great opener.

___

Euphoria: (Narrating) Not quite sure how I became the bartender for everyone, but once that was done, I was quick to grab my own drink.

Euphoria: (Narrating) I stayed a bit and chatted with Avery, cause I felt bad after London seemingly ditched her to go talk to the bachelor.

Euphoria: (Narrating) But then I ditched her too after she started texting while talking to me.

Narrator: Production confiscated her phone after that.

Narrator: And after Matias tried to impress the table with his impression of "Kermit le froge", the party was pretty much over, everyone dispersing across the manor.

[wickedthiswaycomes]

Though for herself she was being quite forward, Anni's breath hitched when she felt the other's hand on her knee. It was so soft compared to what she was used to and it took all of her considerable willpower not to look down in awe. She took in a breath, her eyes glued to the other's face, a faint flush coloring her as she did. She didn't even know their name...she was engaged...and yet...and yet. "An aud..." she trailed off, the other's words bringing her right back to their reality. While there were very few people in this town that she thought could recognize her, this was the sort of thing that would be very bad to get out. "Maybe..." she started again, turning back to her new companion, and once again, her breath hitched in her throat. God, she did. She did want a taste but..."I'm not a dessert first sort of girl," Anni demured, though she spoke with the fainted teasing smirk. She would get that taste, but not here. "I think I'd rather you take me somewhere else first. I am awfully hungry."

Their smirk grew, a tantalizing edge to it, her free hand falling onto the other's knee, running the bed of her thumb against it. The other's smile had been the invitation she was waiting for, "As much as I would enjoy watching you squirm here," Elvira toyed, her hand inching up her leg just a smidge as she leaned in closer, her eyes once again giving the other a one over before meeting their gaze once more. "I'm not sure you want more of an audience then we already have, the men here are not as discreet as they think they are," she slipped out, the last statement louder than the rest causing a sea of eyes to awkwardly shift their attention elsewhere. "But if you want a taste.." Elvira offered, her lips now inches from Annika's.

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

Infos aus dem Kika-Chat

Bevor ich mir jetzt die dritte Folge mit der Schminkszene und dem Nolin-Heartbreak reinziehe, werfen wir doch mal einen Blick auf darauf, wie sich unser Lieblingstrio im Kika-Chat geschlagen hat.

Philip hat im Oktober Geburtstag

Samuel wird das Gefühl von dem Schleim nie vergessen

Johnny ist immer noch 16, wird aber demnächst 17

Philip möchte mit der Schauspielerei gerne noch etwas weitermachen

Wir werden etwas über die Beziehung zwischen Noah und seinen Eltern sehen (ob das in Folge 1053 schon alles war bleibt abzuwarten)

Johnny mag, wie Colin "Konflikte mit anderen und sich selbst meistern konnte" (ist das jetzt ein gutes Omen?)

Samuel ist mit Staffel 15 bis 20 aufgewachsen, aber seine Lieblingsstaffeln sind 26 und 27. (Staffel 15 war auch bei mir die erste Staffel, die ich komplett geguckt habe. Wenn ich mich Recht erinnere bin ich irgendwo am Ende von Staffel 14 eingestiegen.)

Samuel findet Pastinake besser als Fenchel

Samuel ist 16 und hat im Juni Geburtstag

Johnny hat immer noch eine Freundin (wieso werden schon wieder Fragen zum Beziehungsstatus zugelassen)

Johnny auf die Frage, ob er ein Nolin-Shipper ist: "Sind wir das nicht alle?"

Philip ist 18

Samuel hat noch nie Fenchelsaft probiert, stellt ihn sich aber eklig vor

Philip hat mit Noah (neben der Frisur) die zurückhaltende Art gemeinsam

Johnny ist nicht schwul (WIESO WURDE DAS SCHON WIEDER DURCHGELASSEN?)

Samuel hofft, nach Schloss Einstein weiter zu schauspielern

Samuel auf die Frage, warum er so cool ist: "Gene?"

Philip hat einen Bruder namens Simon

Samuel auf die Frage, wie er Nolin findet "Als Joel bin ich glaube verpflichtet, Noah und Colin zu unterstützen"

Samuel auf die Frage, was er davon hält, dass alle einen Crush auf ihn haben: "Ich denke, das ist Quatsch". Die TikTok Edits sagen etwas anderes lol.

Freddy ist immer noch bei Chung

Johnny hat einen Hund

Philip auf die Frage, ob er Nolin shippt: "Ja schon"

Samuel ist 1,75 groß

Johnnys Lieblingsfilm ist Seven, den soll man aber natürlich nur schauen, wenn man alt genug ist (Ist wirklich ein guter Film!)

Samuel hört gerne eine bunte Mischung aus allem, vor allem Rock, Indie, Jazz und Neue Neue Deutsche Welle (Neue Neue Deutsche Welle, my beloved!)

Samuel findet, dass eine Lovestory zwischen Joel und Annika gut gepasst hätte, aber grundsätzlich ist alles gut, wie es ist

Samuels momentaner Lieblingssong ist Bunker von Balthazar

[infiniteeight8]

Would you consider continuing the Never Wanted Any of This [Steter] 'verse? I saw you made it a series, and I'd love to see what happens next!

I always make a series when a drabble gets a follow up, so it’s not a guarantee for a new part… unless someone prompts me one. 😀 Keeping in mind that each installment is going to be ficlet-shaped, so it’s not quite the same thing as either a chapter or a series. I call my ficlet series “mini-series” for that reason. 

I realized part way through this that this ficlet falls into an ambiguous post-series period of time that could fall either before the flash-forward (in which Scott and Malia are still together) or some time between the flash-forward and the movie (in which they’ve broken up). So, uh, just assume they’re broken up here. *handwaves*

Anyway. Here we go!

The rest of this mini-series can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4335202

-

Even as he and Scott chat, Stiles keeps part of his attention on the table behind and to the right of Scott. The girl sitting there has gone from nervous to impatient to angry so far, but Stiles needs to catch her at just the right moment. Peter had arranged the coffee date for two thirty and it’s almost three now, so it should be soon.

Finally, Stiles decides the time is right. The next time Scott pauses, Stiles leans forward and says, “Hey, Scott. I think that girl back there got stood up.”

Scott turns, curious, and freezes the moment he sees her, then lets out a soft, “Wow.” She’s beautiful, after all. “Who would stand up someone like that?”

“An idiot,” Stiles says. “But his loss is your gain; you should go say hello.”

Scott turns back to Stiles, surprised. “Me? She wouldn’t want—”

“She wanted to be on a date, dude,” Stiles insists. “You’re an attractive guy. She’s reading a book on the history of the domestication of horses, so you’ve got animals in common. I bet you going over there would make her day, seriously.” Peter had been the one to identify her major, but Stiles had suggested she bring the book as her blind date identifier. Team effort.

Scott still hesitates. “The supernatural stuff kind of screws with relationships.” But he turns and looks at her again. She’s started packing up her bag.

“You’re not supernatural right now,” Stiles reminds him. “If that changes, then you can tell her it’s not working out, but in the meantime, why not enjoy the moment?” If they were seriously trying to get Scott’s wolf back, Stiles would never suggest this. That would be a dick move. But since they aren’t, it’s fine.

“Yeah,” Scott says slowly. “Yeah, you’re right.” He stands and makes his way to the girl’s table.

Stiles relaxes a little. The only real weakness of this plan was the chance that Scott would realize on his own that starting a relationship you’re expecting to fail is a dick move. Peter had been firmly of the opinion that Scott was both short-sighted and selfish when it came to relationships of all types and it wouldn’t occur to him. Looks like he was right.

Stiles hangs around long enough to finish his coffee and make sure that Scott and Annika are getting along as well as her social media suggested they would. Then he stands and waves goodbye to Scott, flashing an encouraging thumbs up on his way out. 

Scott’s always blamed his inability to hold down a relationship on the supernatural shit. Hopefully finding a new girlfriend will remind him of a few of the reasons he didn’t like being a wolf at all.

[itstobias149]

Hello guys here my little intro post:

My Name is Tobias/Annika! I use all pronouns!

I am a 22yrs old Libra! My birthday is October 15th!

My Flags: 🏳️‍🌈🇺🇸🇩🇪🇷🇴

I am an indigenous, German, Romani, jew-

(Quite the mix I know right?)

This is a lgbtq+ friendly space!

I am a digital and traditional artist, I also do others little crafts!

Fandoms

Batman

Punch Out

Skyrim

Fallout

Horror stuff tbh

Mouth Washing

F/O’s

Captain Hook

HHN Usher

Soda Popinski

Bald Bull

The Riddler

I love oc x oc, cause it’s cute man-

I do love Oc’s and Oc x Canon, so fight me!

Please feel free to dm me and we can chat about oc’s, or I would love for you to ramble about your hyper fixations! Or if you just need someone to talk to, I'm here if you need anything.

Minors beware please! I don’t really draw to much nsfw but I base a lot of things on mature content. I suggest no one under 16 to stay around. No proshippers either- stay away

[nightunite]

oh i just remembered a question! thoughts on the two main weirdos meeting for the first time? by that i mean fuckass mohawk duke johnny and executioner veiled baron konig? first thought was in some kind of party in duke johnny's estate since konig is more reclusive. maybe maid!reader is part of the serving crew on the sides?

(ty for the acknowledgment in the master post btw. i feel honored 💖💖💖)

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Of course, my lil anon! You guys help me feel confident enough to post this!

I love the way you described both of them, and I like the idea but I'm gonna tweak it slightly (gonna save that serving crew idea for latter inspiration though, it's tasty!)

Without further ado, the first time Konig and Johnny 'meet':

The first time Konig makes an appearance in high society, he goes only because he is forced to, a demand upon his station to at least pretend to be interested in the comings and goings of his fellow nobles. He would rather do anything else than show his 'face' at a gala in the heavy heat of the summer evening, but needs must and all that.

He sticks to the edge of the venue, a drink in hand he sneaks small sips of when the prying eyes of onlookers find something else to gawk at besides the shrouded foreign man against the wall. Besides the shroud, the ordinary pattern of his attire leaves him almost underdressed compared to the more lavish coats of the higher ranking nobles. Black on black on white, the uniformity broken up only by his pristine shirt. He cares not for his fashion, merely that it actually fits him and lets him move without fearing he busts a seam. His attendant, his head maid Annika, stands primly at his side, her dress simple as well, something light but not scandalous, a midnight blue that she has always found pretty.

"Duke Price is at the table with the amaryllis, my lord." She whispers to him, his eyes finding the man and assigning a face to the name, a short nod from him following. The only downside to refusing to mingle is not knowing who is who when encountering them directly. He much prefers letters.

"On his left is Earl Garrick, and on his right is Marquess Riley" Konig found his lip curling at the last name, a scoff hissed out under his fabric.

He had heard much about this group of men, notably that of Marquess Riley. All single men with rumors abound, albeit Earl Garrick had the cleanest reputation. Duke Price was of a middling ground, nothing unexpected of the typical blue-blood, but Marquess Riley...

Now there was a man he would sooner spit on than do business with.

These men made up a roving bachelor group, some silly name of the one-for-one or something like that. Always loyal to one another, dealing with one generally meant dealing with all four. And speaking of the fourth member-

"Oh, my lord! How do you come up with these tales?"

Looking further to his right, past the milling aristocracy, he spots an unruly head of hair attached to an equally unruly man. His outfit bold, colors vibrant and the cut of his clothes the latest in season. He holds a young lady's gloved hand in his, dark blue eye closing in a wink at her while she fans herself.

Ah yes, Duke MacTavish. The infamous flirt and eccentric elite. Boisterous and charming, his name on the lips of every woman both princess and penniless. Yet to be tied down, even his staff finds him more boyish than strange, the ladies cheeks rosy when speaking of how his arms looked that day when they passed him in the market.

Konig settles in to watch the men as they all gather at a table while he remains settled in his alcove, no desire to try and force conversation or, he shudders, try and find a lady to court. No, he'll stay right here and watch the festivities.

And watch he does. All through the night, he watches as his 'fellows' cheer and dance and drink themselves merry, spreading inane gossip and chittering about the latest trends. Annika alternates between wandering the floor and making idle chat, referring to herself as a dear friend of his to sidestep her profession, and returning to his side with whatever bits of information she found useful. Part of it he knows is simply because she loves to gossip, always one for a good scandal, and the other part is to protect him and his place in life.

His eyes mainly remain on the quartet though, an interesting set of men. Garrick is fine he supposes, Konig mostly losing track of him compared to the others, alongside Price who for his part stays in one place, rarely standing to dance unless directly asked. Riley he watches preen and bask in the presence of the shy, young ladies who hover around him, hoping he will be who asks them for the next turn round the floor. The sight makes him grind his teeth slightly, and so he turns his gaze elsewhere lest his mood take a more severe downturn.

MacTavish is an entirely different sort of beast, one so loud in all sense of the word that he couldn't ignore him if he tried. Laughter follows the man as he weaves his way around the room, making sure to fluster every woman in his path, including any staff he sees ensuring the night remains joyful. Yes, Konig watches, hand putting more pressure on his glass though taking care not to shatter it, as Duke MacTavish works his charm like it's his profession.

It leaves him feeling mildly ill, all too reminded of events back home, before he earned his position in full. A man content to play with women like keys on the piano, all while bearing an innocent smile as though he is not to blame should they become hurt by him and his fickle nature.

With a sigh as he watches Duke MacTavish find his dozenth partner to dance, he sets down his glass and steps from his place of peace, studiously ignoring the way those closest to him startle when realizing he hadn't left yet. Annika follows behind him, bits of information concerning business and drama tucked away as they make their way into their carriage, the first to leave. He helps her up and into her seat before climbing in himself.

"Well, not bad for a first outing." She says in their native tongue.

"No, just disappointing. I suppose no matter the land, all nobles walk the same trails." With a gentle knock to the roof of the carriage, the wheels begin to turn, and they make their way back to the estate.

[electricgardenbadger]

My contribution to the diaper medfet noosphere

Research Scientist: I've been doing some poking around and I think Lorazepam (Ativan) might be a better drug than Diazepam. Also, if you want to do more of an intense behavioral modification scene, Virtual Reality or Augmented Reality might be fun to play with. Our nurse from earlier could hook young (maybe nervous, definitely a little rebellious--she doesn't need diapers) Annika up to an IV, settle the goggles/glasses down on her cute little head, then check her pullup or diaper (or panties if you want to make it a wetting scene) just in case. She injects the Lorazepam, chats with Annika's mother a bit telling her what to expect (outside of Annika's hearing range of course), and leaves for her other duties. In the darkness, the hypnotic lullaby music starts playing and our patient slowly succumbs to the drugs. By the time the lights come up and Annika's in the virtual bathroom with the nice doctor she's quite confused and silly-headed. Then the unpotty training begins.

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Book Chat: God of Wrath

Legacy of Gods (Book 3) by Rina Kent

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I’m trapped by the devil. What started as an innocent mistake turned into actual hell. In my defense, I didn’t mean to get involved with a mafia prince. But he barged through my defenses anyway. He stalked me from the shadows and stole me from the life I know. Jeremy Volkov might appear charming, but a true predator lurks inside. He’s out to possess, own, and keep me. But I have no plans to stick around in his blood-soaked world. Or so I think.

Source: Goodreads (2022)

This Book Revived My Faith in Kent's Writing and This Series

I was having a bad time with God of Malice and a horrendous time with God of Pain, I expected not to have a fun time with this book either. Which would have been a huge pity because I expected to like Jeremy (because of what I've seen about his character) and Cecily (because I love Kim and Xander so I know I will most likely love this girl too).

First of all, two issues I had with the previous two books were, why the relationship began, and the period it took for the entire relationship to "fully develop". In God of Wrath, those were (thankfully) absent. The way Cecily and Jeremy started made sense; that first meet in the fight club, the initiation, the subsequent stalking sessions. It truly were curiosity and wariness on Jeremy's part. The stalking made sense because of who Cecily was and who she was friends with. Also, I am so happy Kent decided it was not instant love this time round. Kent really took the time to slowly build the romance between these two. It wasn't an in-your-face realisation when they came to terms on what they felt for each other. In other words, Kent's writing for this book was good as compared to what she put out in the previous two. It showed storyboarding or at least, it was evident that Kent took her time point-forming out crucial moments for God of Wrath before penning the story down.

Moving on, I absolutely adore Cecily and Jeremy. As mentioned earlier, I kind of expected to like them already. But wow, these two are some of my favourite Kent characters. I love that Cecily's completely different from Glyndon and Annika in terms of she might be inexperienced but she speaks and acts like such a girlboss, you would not expect her to be that inexperienced. On Jeremy's part, he might be as psychotic and violent as Killian and Creighton but I love that he's not another unfeeling main male character. Also, Jeremy's curiosity was so adorable, especially when Cecily's heart emojis left Jeremy baffled? That was one of the few parts I actually laughed at.

Talking about laughing, Xander's chapter was EVERYTHING. He was so dramatic and actually extremely kid-like. I would have loved more family appearances in this book considering Jeremy was on good terms with all of Cecily's family nearing the end of God of Wrath.

This book brought back the excitement I had for this series. You see, I only started reading Kent's books from the absolute beginning because I wanted to be ready for Nikolai and Brandon. The journey through was bumpy but at least they did not disappoint me like how the start of the Legacy of Gods series went downhill for me. Now that the excitement is back, I am ready although I will try not to be that expectant for the next book in case it goes down again.

Rating: ★★★★☆

More Rina Kent Universe here: God of Malice (Legacy of Gods, #1) | God of Pain (Legacy of Gods, #2) | Black Knight (Royal Elite, #4)