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chaengluva · 8 months ago

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Someone Gets Hurt

Regina George x Fem!Reader: 2.2k words: Masterlist

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Regina George. Someone that everyone was forced to love. She had every thing, every girl wanted to be with her and every guy wanted to be with her. Everyone was obsessed with her lifestyle, I mean, how could you not be? Well everyone loved her except for three people in the school who are known as the "Art freaks" When they're three really sweet people. Janis, Damien, and Y/n, which just so happens to be you. The three of you had each other and that's all you needed.

It was currently lunch, the three of you wished that it could be home time already, especially you. Your next class was history, and guess who was in your class, Regina George. She made your whole class a bad experience, you knew she didn't like Janis and she knew that you were friends with Janis, so during history class, you were her main target. Not trying to think of that you decided to think of the positives.

"We should do something after school." Janis says, you nod, smiling, the both of you look at Damien. "Come on, we all know that I have no life, of course I'll come." The three of you smiled at each other. The bell rung, you rolled your eyes, sighing. Damien and Janis looked over at you, feeling (Very) bad for you. You walked into history class, you sat at the front, pulled out your books and waited for the teacher to show up.

Regina walked into class, the clicking of her heels echoed the class. She walked to the back of the class and sat down in the. The teacher came in a little later. "So, today we will be staring a project, you will be in partners." The whole class started rambling. "I've already chosen who you will be with.." The class groaned. The teacher started to name everyone's partners, she them came to the last two girls in the class. "Regina and Y/n, You will start now, this is due in 3 weeks."

You look over at Regina, looking to see if she will come over to your table but you don't see her coming, you decide to walk over to her, sitting down. She looks over at you with her usual resting bitch face. "Look if you don't want to do this, I can do it all-" you start to say but she cuts you off, "You think I'm too dumb to do this project?" She asks. She left you speech less. "That's not what I meant.." She rolled her eyes, "You art freaks never think, meet at my place at 6pm."

she wrote her address down on a piece of paper for you, handing it to you, she sat back down, you sat next to her and started to discuss what to do the project on, you could pick any historical event, but the two of you couldn't agree on anything, it was annoying how she would deny every single idea you would come up with, it was like she didn't even ant to do it. The bell rang and she quickly got up. You got up slowing wanting to find Janis and Damien. They can tell you look annoyed, but they think that Regina was just being her usual self.

"I'm partners with her for a project." The both of then sigh and rub your back giving you some comfort. "Wait.. that means you're going to her house.." Janis says you nod and she smirks, she has one of her perfect ideas. "You could find things.. to use against her." You smile, taking down Regina George, that would feel so good. You, Janis and Damien come of with a plan on how you will take her down.

The bell rang, it was home time, 3 hours until you had to go to Regina's place. You went home and wore a short skirt and a crop top and did you make up nicely. You drive over to her house, garbing your books, you walk up the stairs and knock on her door, there was no answer, you knock again. Regina opens the door, she was wearing a black tank top and grey sweet pants, she also had a purple lace bra on.

"Hey." She said loudly, grabbing your attention, "My eyes are up here." Regina snapped her fingers, you look up at her, and walk into her house, admiring the look of it. "Have you had dinner?" She asks. You shake your head, "Great, my mum is making dinner." She starts walking up the stairs and you follow her, you look around the room, finding any thing that you could use against her.

"You know, when you make a secret plan in the middle of the school hallways, keep your voice down." Regina tells you. "What do you mean?" You ask, pretending to have no idea what she is talking about, she giggles. "Oh come on, don't act dumb you know what I mean." She says, you feel scared just by listing to the tone in her voice, she is so fucking scary. "You wanna take me down?" She asked, smirking because she already knew you answer.

"N-no." You try to lie, gaslighting her into believing she made the whole thing up, she stepped closer to you, you backed away every step she took towards you, until your back hit against the wall. "Don't lie to me, I heard the whole conversation." You looked down, there was no getting out of this. She pulled your chin up, making you look into her eyes, "Now you're going to listen to me, you know it will be a lot easier for me to ruin your life then for you to ruin mine." Regina says, staring into your eyes with her strong gaze.

"We are going to make out in secret, and you won't tell anyone one a thing, got it?" You eyes went wide, you were so shocked by what she said, so lost in your thoughts you didn't realise that you have already been pushed onto the mattress, Regina pulls away from the kiss for the first time in a way, "I see the way you look at me, god, your obsessed with me." she rolls her eyes laughing, you look down, embarrassed, "Don't be embarrassed, I'm obsessed with you too." With that, she leans back into the heated kiss.

It's been weeks and every time you would go to Regina's house you would spend half the time doing the history project, and the other half under her. Every time she was kissing you, you did feel slightly guilty. Thinking about all the things that Regina did to Janis, but it's extremely hard thinking of that when the only thing you can focus on is being pushed up against the wall by Regina. She leaned in closer, making sure that your bodies were close to each other, she picked you up and placed you on the small bench that was in the tight room.

She stood in between your legs to be closer to you, she loved to touch your body, she also loved the taste of your lip against hers. She bit your lip, shoving her touch inside your mouth, she held one hand on your cheeks and the other one was resting on your waist. You have been kissing for over 30 minutes, you both had a free period first class so you decided this was the best way to spend your time.

She started to undo your shirt, once all the buttons were undone, she took it off and pulled away to look at you in your pink lace bra. She lunged back in, kissing your lips more passionately, her hands were in your hair now and your hands were in hers, she started to undo your jeans but the bell rang, it was time for class. Regina sighed, grabbing your shirt and putting it back on you. Fixing her own hair and make up before fixing yours. She kissed your lips softly. "You coming to my house tonight?" Regina arts with some hopefulness in her voice.

"No, I have an art show tonight." You say sadly. Regina looks down, "Do you have a spare ticket? Maybe I could come?" She asks. You look at her very confused, "You would want to come?" She giggles. "If I wasn't closeted I would love to show you off, I hope you understand that I'm just not ready." You nod, your not exactly ready either, you hate to thinking what would Janis and Damien do if they found out that you are secretly dating the girl that made Janis' life a living hell.

You head off to art class, walking in and you sit down next to Janis and Damien, they both give you a smile. "Have you found anything we could use against her yet." She asks, you roll your eyes, "No, we don't even study in her room and It's not like I can just go up there." Janis is very desperate to get revenge back on Regina, "Look it's been so long, the project is due next week, then I won't be going to her house anymore. Can we just, let it go?" You ask, hopefully. Janis sighs, before nodding her head.

"So, you two excited for tonight?" Damien asks the two of you, You both nod then turn your focus on your artwork, adding the finishing touches. Once it was finally done class was over and the rest of the day just felt like a blur, you were kind of nervous for the art show, you hope your art piece does well, but you also hope Janis does well.

It was now time and you began to get nervous seeing all the artworks, they were so good. Janis and Damien kept on telling you that yours was really good and they were confident that you were going to win, but you didn't think that was true. You were quite doubtful in yourself. It was time to go on stage to show of your artwork. As soon as you walk out you very shocked to see Regina in the crowd. She actually came?

You took a deep breath before telling everyone what inspired you to paint the artwork, you finally finished and looks back into the audience, the judges seemed impressed and they were writing down a lot of things, they told you to leave and you can come back when the are announcing the awards. You nod and then walk off stage, you nervously wait for everyone else to show their art works. After what felt like forever, it was now time to go back on stage to see who won.

They told that everyone did well and that it was a very hard choice, you just wanted them to get to the winners. "3rd place, we have.. Jennie." The crowd clapped as Jennie walked up to collect her award. "Second place.. Janis." Once again the crowd clapped, and Janis walked up to collect her award. "Now first place.." You looked down, just hoping that it would be you. "Lizzie!" Your hopes were crushed, Janis looks at you with an a apologetic look. As soon as they say to get off the stage, you rush to the bathroom.

You didn't notice that Regina was following behind you, you get into the bathroom and you start to let it all out. You wash you face, and once you look up you see Regina behind you. "You know I loved your artwork." She says in a sweet voice. You nod, "I just thought I'd win.." You say, barley as a whisper. She sighs, holding up your chin to pull you in for a short kiss.

As soon as your lips touch hers, the bathroom door opens. "What the fuck." You hear someone say, you nervously turn your head. To see Janis standing there, you open you mouth to say something, but she just leaves, you rush after her. "Janis! Wait!" You yell. "No! you are dating the girl who ruined my life!" Janis yells back at your, turns away and runs off. You feel Regina hug you, you put your face into her chest and start crying. "She'll come around.." Regina says, comforting you, playing with your hair.

The weekend was filled with you at Regina's place, being nervous on how it will be on Monday, Regina told you that if Janis won't let you sit with them, you can sit at Regina's table. Regina drives you to school and you take a deep breath before walking in, you look around for Janis everywhere, but you can't seem to find her. You get really nervous, she may not want to see you.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and see Janis, she looks less angry then when you first say her. "Hey Y/n." she says in her sweet voice. "Janis... Let me explain." You start to talk but Janis cuts you off, "Its okay, I have come to realise that you're allowed to date who you want." She smiles, you pull her in for a hug. "Also Regina texted me, explaining everything." Janis whispers in your ear. "I did." Regina says, giggling.

#gxg #mean girls 2024 #regina george #reneé rapp #wlw #lesbian #mean girls #fluff #angst #janis imi'ike #auli'i cravalho #women

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crimson-and-clover-1717 · 2 months ago

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In 208, we see Ed reading Stede’s letter. Previously, in 109, we see Ed sign his name with an X. Some think these two ideas conflict. I don’t think they do. Literacy is a spectrum. It’s possible to be able to at least read to some degree, but not write almost at all.

In children, reading usually occurs first, writing follows. It’s possible Ed learned some reading skills from his mother, or picked up some reading on the hop. He’s very clever. We know also there was a cut scene confirmed by Damien Gerard (Father Teach). It involved Ed and his father in which Ed is told to stop with his ‘stories’ and get out into the real world. Ed and Stede’s characterisations are very closely aligned in more ways than we imagine. I mean, there is a reason Ed is so excited about all of Stede’s books.

The presumption that Ed is entirely illiterate bothers me, actually; and I do think there is sometimes an unconscious racial bias here. Ed’s captained ships for years extremely successfully. I refuse to believe Ed doesn’t have some degree of literacy in order to read maps. Unless we think Izzy’s reading things to him! Is Izzy literate? He seems to be able to read ‘For the New Unicorn’. He clearly knows what it says because he reads it a second time and smiles. Are we suggesting Izzy can read and Ed cannot? If so, why?

Second, Ed’s signing the Act of Grace with an X, doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to write his name. Many people didn’t like to write their names clearly for fear of forgery, especially someone with Ed’s notoriety. Can you imagine what could be done with the genuine signature of Edward Teach, Blackbeard?

Plus, I really like how the X continues to feed into the theme of ‘Who is Ed?’ What should his signature say? Ed Teach? How we’re spelling that? Teach? Thache? Or is it Edward? Captain? Blackbeard? Blackie? Jeff? The Kraken?? Seriously, though. Ed goes by a number of pseudonyms. His identity is unmoored. X covers them all. Take your pick. As Mary says about her chosen artist moniker, ‘Adds an air of mystery.’ Ed’s all about the art of fuckery. Keep them on their toes.

The X can also be denied at a later date. It’s signing your name, but not signing your name. The weight of legality is on the witnesses here, which is undeniably strong, but it might still allow some wriggle room. Who knows. Ed’s canny. He’s not going to hand over his identity fully on a legal document if he doesn’t have to. He’s still trying to hand his identity to himself. It’s also possible Ed is playing into the ‘illiterate man of colour’ presumption to empower himself and not give away his entire personhood here.

He might not be a prolific letter-writer, but trust me: Edward Teach knows how to write ‘Edward Teach’ (born on a beach). He just won’t be forced to.

#ed teach #literacy #racial bias #X #act of grace #you wrote me a lovely letter #ofmd

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mamisfavmosher · 1 year ago

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good luck kisses // the judgement day x fem!reader (poly! relationship)

Fair warning, I am not 100% sure on all the wrestling terms or how all of the matches work, so bear with me. I just love Rhea Ripley/ TJD and I dont think there’s enough fanfic for them on here:)).

Summary: Reader is part of the The Judgement Day, but doesn’t have any matches for the night. She is simply there to chill in the dressing room and support her partners.

Reader’s POV

I was curled up on the couch in The Judgement Day’s dressing room, watching Rhea draw her chosen symbol on her cheek with eyeliner. The remaining men of the group, currently not in the dressing room, were warming up for their three on three match against the Usos and Solo Sikoa later tonight. All Rhea had to do was a small promotional bit and she would be done for the night. I watched on as she fixed different bits of her makeup in the mirror.

“Mami?” I looked at her and waited for a response. She brushed a strand of hair off of her cheek before glancing over at me.

“Yeah, baby?” She replied with a raised eyebrow, quickly focusing back on straightening her black lipliner. I watched her for a few seconds more, simply admiring from afar.

“You look really pretty.” I smiled at her through the mirror and snuggled back into my blanket. A small grin graced Rhea’s lips as she applied her lipstick.

“Much appreciated, darling.” She winked at me and combed some more gel through her hair. Standing up, she walked over and crouched down in front of me, her fingers automatically running through my hair. “You’re absolutely gorgeous yourself, pretty girl.” Warmth spread across my cheeks as I smiled. “What do you say? You wanna go find the boys and wish them luck before their match?” Rhea stood back up, holding out a hand to help me off the couch. I nodded in response and eagerly grabbed her hand.

We walked over to find the boys awaiting their entrance music, stretching and giving each other pep talks before Rhea and I approached them.

“There’s our girls!” Priest said as he opened his arms to embrace us in a hug, squeezing us tight.

“We’re here to wish you guys luck!” I said as I jumped into the waiting arms of Finn and Dom.

“Oh, is that right, baby?” Finn smirked at me and let me fully hug Dominik so he could hold Rhea for a bit.

“Yep!” I exclaimed and got on my tip toes to kiss Dom on the cheek.

“Hey! I didn’t get a good luck kiss when you hugged me!” Damien held his arms open, waiting for me to come back to him. Dominik pulled me back and quickly pecked my lips.

“Thanks for the luck, chica.” Dominik said as he gave me one last peck, patting my butt as I headed back to Damien. This time, Priest made sure to pick me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, so I couldn’t walk away without giving him kisses.

“You know I’m expecting extra good luck kisses now, right? You shouldn’t have kept me waiting.” He smirked before pulling my jaw towards him, kissing me deeply.

“Now, that’s not fair to anyone. None of us got a good luck makeout session with her.” I heard Finn say. I pulled away from Damien to giggle and smile at the rest of the Judgement Day.

“We don’t have time!” I pecked Damien’s cheek before jumping back onto the ground. “I can makeout with you all later, but you guys need to go win your match!” Rhea and I laughed as the boys all groaned and lined up for their entrance.

“We’re gonna hold you to that, princesa.” Priest sent a wink over his shoulder before the three of them went out to their music. Rhea and I walked over to a monitor to watch the match play out, the boys eventually taking the win. They came back jumping and excitedly yelling, pushing us all together for a group hug. “Man, do those good luck kisses work!” Damien exclaimed and the two other boys agreed.

“Now, I believe we were all promised a makeout session with our lovely y/n?” Finn mentioned with a smirk.

“Yes, you were, but I’m calling shots on the first session since I didn’t get any good luck kisses today.” Rhea said with a chuckle, grabbing my hand and leading me back to the dressing room before the boys could protest. She got comfortable on the couch before pulling me onto her lap, smiling at me. “My turn.”

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anothertimdrakestan · 2 years ago

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Ahh I am soo excited 🙏

I am dying for a fic with Jason and Y/N at the gala. Just him being protective and a gentleman. My inspiration is your Damien Wayne at the gala with Y/N.

Feel free to delete this ask, I am just soo excited for the opportunity 🙌

Undying Philanthropy - Jason Todd x Reader

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but admire the floor-length crimson ballgown you'd chosen for the upcoming gala. The velvet dress was the definition of elegant, with a subtle V-shape that drew the perfect amount of attention to your eyes. Excited to rub shoulders with some of the wealthiest, most influential faces in the city, you were hoping to find a real story to bring back to the Gotham Gazette. There was only one, very dangerous and very influential person in the way.

"Oh you sure as hell are not going, and definitely not if you're gonna look that good." Jason's voice echoed through your apartment as you rolled your eyes.

"I swear I locked my door." you grumbled, not looking up at the towering hero who was yet to take his eyes off you. He snorted "you're smart enough to know a lock has never once stopped me babe." You didn't give him the courtesy of a reply, hoping if you ignored him he'd go police some other reporter.

The minute you grabbed your purse he spoke up again, his voice deeper, far more assertive: "I said, you aren't going." You locked eyes with him and crossed your arms, "and why is that? Did I suddenly become your property all of a sudden?" you gave him a glare, but he just returned one.

"It's gonna be dangerous, you're insane if you think I'm letting you get hurt."

"Sounds like a story, I'm there." you retorted. Jason groaned, "why am I so obsessed with you," while he stalked into the bathroom you'd just come out of. In a few seconds he burst out, eyes scanning the room for you, his shoulders relaxing when he realized you were still there. He was wearing a black dress shirt with a crimson overcoat, suspiciously matching the exact colour of your dress.

"Nice jacket." you grinned, he just gave you a wink.

"Always gotta have a plan B when I'm dealing with your stubborn ass. And, you have no idea how many weapons I can store in this jacket" which only made you more nervous for the events to come.

You entered through the back door, waving a media pass to garner entry into the ballroom. Exquisitely dressed strangers were mulling through the event, exchanging pleasantries to each other and signing their names on various philanthropic programs, a promise of funding from Gotham's most successful. You were planning on finding one of these blossoming non-profits and following it's story. Hoping that if you wrote a strong article, the Wayne Foundation would most likely double whatever revenue was produced at this event, it was a quite likely occurrence seeing as you already had plans for chinese takeout and mario kart with the Wayne Enterprises CEO tomorrow night. Something about knowing powerful people...

Speaking of, your table assignment was surrounded by wealth, having Jason as a sort of body guard to protect you from wandering eyes and desires that littered the ballroom. And it was a job he took seriously. While you hopefully perused the various community programs Jason kept a hand glued to your side, shooting daggers at anyone who took more than a glance in your direction. He tried to be active though, nodding in bitter agreement when you pointed out a brilliant program to refurbish and donate old computers to underprivileged students or melted at the sight of foster puppies brought by the Gotham Shelter, his eyes never lingered too long in one place, in a state of alert on your behalf. You tried to get him to let loose, but he was firm that as long as you were safe and having a good time, he was as well.

Sitting down at your table you happily began chatting with the other guests, explaining your aspirations and dully noting each of their professions and passions. Jason joined in, pointing out your various publications, lacking complete subtlety in the way he adored you. Now, his hand was draped loosely across your thighs, thumb mindlessly swiping up and down as a way to curb his boredom. As speakers presented he grew obviously impatient, frequently leaning over to press overly wet kisses to your neck. You gave him scolding looks, but that only made his hands more explorative below the table, and as you squirmed out of his handsy embrace with a giggle, you were approached by Marcus Swan, a well known billionaire with a penchant for young girls. Jason stiffened at his presence, while you simply exchange a soft smile, which apparently was all the invite the elderly man had desired.

"You look exquisite Ms. Y/N." the man croacked.

Jason coughed, "L/N. Ms. L/N to you." you pressed your leg to his, hoping it would made him back down.

"Professional are we? Well, I was hoping I could actually catch a moment alone. You know, my businesses have been in the black this year, and I'd love to hear what foundations you've chosen to write about, I do so value your opinion, Ms. Y/N." Mr. Swan extended a hand, and Jason stiffened as you took it.

"I'll be like a minute Jay, you have my location, always." you pecked his cheek and let Mr. Swan lead you away, the last time you humored him with a drink he donated $250,000 to the Women & Children's Shelter, and you'd already warned Jason you might see him again at this event.

The bar was in a quieter room, and you noticed two guards lock the door behind you as Mr. Swan led you to the bar. Your stomach was doing uneasy flips as you ordered a glass of red wine, repeatedly telling yourself Jason was just a few meters away.

"Now that we've got a little more quiet, I must be honest Ms. Y/N" Mr. Swan said, swirling his whiskey glass before taking a long gulp.

"Swan Tech has been... less successful, than I would be pleased to admit. But, after tonight, I am hopeful I'll have come into a substantial amount of wealth." your eyes shot to the door, gauging the head start you'd need to run to Jason.

"Please don't consider going back into that room, until my business is finished. I do not lie when I say I do enjoy your company. I suppose I see you as this beacon of hope, I could't let your light be put out like the rest of the snakes in that ballroom." the billionaire said casually, throwing back the rest of his drink. "If nothing else, I've given you the story of the year! I do so hope you'll include a bit of a memoir on me and my philanthropic tendencies. To the bitter end I suppose!" he mused, reaching behind the now empty bar, the bartending having clearly ran as far from the venue as possible, to grab the rest of the whiskey bottle to pour himself another few fingers.

Your voice was shaking, "what are you doing to them?"

"Nothing they don't deserve," he yawned.

"My boyfriend is in there!" you burst out of your chair, realizing the one person on earth you couldn't lose was trapped.

"I was going to invite him, but he was awfully rude, so I let my pettiness get the better of me. We can't all be saints I suppose." the man chuckled as you began striding towards the double doors.

Before you could get too close, the doors burst open, seemingly kicked in by,

The Red Hood.

"Thank god" you crumpled to the ground in front of the familiar frame.

"Get behind me," the masked hero commanded, before striding towards Swan who took one last gulp.

"I suspected you bratty heroes would intervene, but I didn't do this for myself, I did it as revenge! And now, I'll take my much deserved exit!" Mr. Swan laughed maniacally before swallowing a pill you knew would be his demise.

"Jokes on you, I got here before anyone could be hurt. Some mastermind." The Red Hood called back, Swan's eyes widening in realization just before they glazed over.

"You are literally never coming to one of these again." the hero muttered as he stalked past you, to which you couldn't help but agree. You followed the Red Hood back into the ballroom, where the guests looked dazed and confused, but wholly alive.

As you made your way back to your original table, Jason was seated as if he hadn't moved at all, "there you are! We are getting out of here, you won't believe what some psycho tried to do!" Jason said, really hamming up his worry as he whisked you out of the gala.

Back in your apartment you'd both changed, sharing a pint of icecream as Jason explained to you the poisonous gas Swan had set up to ruin Gotham's elite, leaving him and his family as the sole benefactors to billions of dollars. Jason also let slip that Tim had tipped him off on the villain's plans last week.

"Why even let me go?" you shook your head, but Jay replied, "you really think I could've stopped you? Also, if I just agreed to go, you'd never let your guard down enough for me to slip away and find the machinery Swan had set up. Though, I can't deny I have to respect the guy, if I went crazy you'd be the one girl I'd save too." he winked at you.

"What on earth would I do without you Jason Todd."

"Exactly what you're doing with me, make the world a better place, even if it costs you your life. I'm just here to may sure you never have to pay the price of your empathy with your life." he paused, chuckling to himself before saying "I just pay it with a gun" which had you rolling your eyes at his morbid joke, but still wholly thankful for his undying protection and love. Truly the best body guard you could have asked for.

I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for the prompt <3

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sunny-ssunset · 2 months ago

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MASTERLIST AND REQUESTS

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❀ All my storys are here! ❀

REQUESTS! OPEN!

Disclaimer! If gender is unspecified in the request it will be chosen by me.

❀ What I'll write! ❀

♡Any characters

♡Any gender

♡Headcanons and fics/oneshots

♡Yandere x reader/ Character x Yandere reader

♡Romantic will be aged up and platonic doesnt really matter the age

♡I only write for south park sorry

❀ What i wont write! ❀

♡Character x character im selfish

♡Character x oc again im selfish

♡No character x reader x character i dont really know how to portray that sorry

♡Smut i cant take it seriously tbh

♡Adult x child (unless platonic) self explanatory

♡Incest or like weird shit bc im normal

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ONESHOTS!

-Unbearable.

❀Kyle x a Mute! Rebellious! Fem! Reader❀

Kyle helps a girl he's been keeping his eye on, not knowing it will change his perspective of her permanently. (AGED UP)

-Her highness.

❀Princess Kenny x Fem! Knight! Reader❀

Y/n asks Princess Kenny to be her Queen. (AGED UP)

-Y/n's coffee catastrophe!

❀Tweek x Coworker! GN! Reader❀

Y/n's first day on the job!! How hard can it be? (AGED UP)

-How I met your mother

❀Kyle broflovski x Fem! Reader❀

How kyle broflovski met his now wife. (AGED UP)

-I just can't live with out you

❀Kenny mccormick x Fem! Reader❀

He really does love her, don't you think? (AGED UP)

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FANFICS!

-Pretty in Pink!

❀Yandere South park x a Girly! Fem! Reader❀

A cute popular girl vs. highschoolers, Can Y/n win their hearts over? (AGED UP TO 18 AND OVER)

-Chapter 1

-Chapter 2

-Chapter 3

-Better in Red

-Chapter 4

-Chapter 5

-Yandere headcanons (TW)

-Chapter 6

-Chapter 7

-Choose your Soulmate!

Old name: Choose your character

❀Yandere south park x reader❀

Y/n finds themself playing a cute dating sim that includes lots of hot LIs! What could go wrong? GN! AGED UP!

-Tutorial

-Level one

-Level two

-Level Three

-Level four

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HEADCANONS!

❀Smoking 🍃❀

-Smoking 🍃 with Stan, Kyle and Kenny

Smoking zaza with Stan, Kyle and Kenny. (GENDER NEUTRAL AGED UP)

-Smoking 🍃 with Craig, Clyde and Tweek

Smoking zaza with Craig, Clyde and Tweek (GN AGED UP)

-Smoking 🍃 with Damien thorn

Smoking zaza with thorn (GN AGED UP)

❀Honest dating hcs❀

-Honest dating headcanons

What i think dating show accurate Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny would be like. (GENDER NEUTRAL AGED UP)

-Honest dating headcanons Part 2

What i think dating show accurate Craig, Tweak, Jimmy, Tolkien and Clyde would be like (GENDER NEUTRAL AGED UP)

❀Dating headcanons❀

-Damien thorn dating headcanons

How I imagine damien thorn would be in a relationship (GENDER NEUTRAL AGED UP)

-Pip pirrip dating a female misunderstood and sweet reader

Pip pirrip dating a girl that sticks up for him.

(AGED UP)

-Mean! Jock! Stan Marsh x Weird kid! GN! Reader.

Bully! Jock! Stan marsh x Weird kid reader headcanons. GN AGED UP

❀Super hero hcs❀

-Dating human kite headcanons (GN AGED UP)

-Dating mysterion headcanons (GN AGED UP)

❀Dating a girly female reader (AGED UP)❀

Kenny dating a girly reader

Kyle dating a girly reader

Cartman dating a girly reader

Stan dating a girly reader

Craig dating a girly reader

Tweek dating a girly reader

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south-of-heaven · 1 year ago

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Can we get one where Edge says something really hurtful to reader while in the ring (that wasn’t scripted, and it surprised everyone even the one who said it because it wasn’t meant to be said?) and TJD attacks edge for it and Damien has to carry reader out of the ring

Off script || The Judgement Day x Reader

Summary: Edge has been your mentor for years and you've always looked up to him. When he goes off script while you're cutting a promo your feelings get hurt.

You find yourself standing in the ring, the bright lights illuminating your surroundings. Edge stands beside you, ready to cut a promo as he has done so many times before. But something feels off tonight. The tension in the air is palpable, and you can sense that this won't be a typical promo.

As Edge starts speaking, you listen attentively. But soon, his words take a sharp turn from the script. He begins spewing hurtful words, words that cut deep into your heart. The accusations and degradation he throws at you in front of millions of viewers on live TV feel like a punch to the gut. It's a betrayal you didn't see coming, and it leaves you stunned and devastated.

Tears well up in your eyes as the weight of his words sinks in. The man you once looked up to, the mentor who guided you in your career, is now tearing you down in the most public way possible. It's too much to bear, and you can feel your composure slipping away.

But just as you're about to crumble under the weight of his verbal assault, a rush of movement catches your eye. Down the ramp, your partners – all the members of The Judgement Day – come charging towards the ring. Their faces are a mix of anger and concern, and it's a sight that fills you with a strange mix of relief and warmth.

They waste no time. One by one, they launch themselves into action, attacking Edge with a ferocity that reflects their protectiveness over you. The arena is filled with the sound of their retaliation, a symphony of fists against flesh and the roar of the crowd's reaction.

Through the chaos, you're overwhelmed with emotions. The sting of Edge's words lingers, but the knowledge that you're not alone, that you have these incredible individuals by your side, bolsters your spirit. As your partners unleash their fury on Edge, you can't help but feel a sense of vindication.

When they're finished with Edge, the four of them surround you, their eyes full of concern and support. You feel a weakness in your knees, and before you know it, Damian is there, strong arms lifting you up. You're cradled in his embrace, your head resting against his chest as he carries you back up the ramp.

In that moment, Damian's voice reaches your ears, his words a soothing balm for your wounded heart. He whispers sweet reassurances, reminding you of your worth, your talent, and the unwavering love that he, Rhea, Dominik, and Finn all hold for you. Their presence, their actions, and their words mend the fractures that Edge's hurtful words had caused.

As Damian carries you away from the ring, you feel a renewed sense of strength. Despite the pain, you know that you're not alone in this journey. Your partners, the family you've chosen, are there to lift you up, and together, you'll face whatever challenges come your way.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #damian priest #damian priest x reader #rhea ripley x reader #rhea x reader #rhea ripley #finn balor x reader #finn balor #dominik mysterio x reader #dirty dom #dominik mysterio #the judgement day wwe #the judgement day x reader #the judgment day

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generaltrashshecox · 1 year ago

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Alright I'm gonna start a thing to place my unhinged thoughts so I don't spam my bestie with them lol. They will most definitely be for a variety of ships and it will have add-ons cause my brain is always running rampant especially at night so ajna. It's mostly nsfw so if you don't like don't look all that etc etc... Take inspiration if you want!! Anyways ideas under the cut:

Damien calling Anthony daddy. That's it that's the whole thought and it takes over my brain constantly Damien's daddy issues go brrr (also "second Smosh father" is definitely code/j)

Chosen/Damien/Anthony polyamory but Chosen and Anthony barely just deal with each other to make Damien happy

(why this dumb thing in discord I made makes me happy ajaj)

Chosen calling Damien kitten unironically and at first he finds it cringe until he pushes him at one point and he grabs his chin making him look at him eyes sweltering behind his sunglasses and says "you better listen, kitten" and suddenly everything changes.

(Damien also calling Chosen daddy is a thing my mind is always thinking)

Chosen being human but also not at the same time is an interesting thing in my lore like... He's human but he's helped the universe for millennia kinda thing not nsfw just a thing I wanted to talk about lol

OMEGAVERSE CHOSEN X DAMIEN but unconventional cause that's my shit aka Chosen who was raised to be an alpha ends up being an omega and Damien who was raised to be an omega being an alpha but neither really want those titles/second genders and rejects them (aka Chosen using his slick to fuck Damien senseless and I'm sorry for that image but also FUCK)

Omegaverse bs in general though alpha!Anthony and Chosen taking care of omega!Damien in heat 😵‍💫

Shayne holding Ian down on his desk face down ass up as he grinds against him. They're both still fully clothed but desperate even though Ian is begging him to stop and let him up and that somebody could see (even though that's exactly what he asked for) so his pleads fall on deaf ears as Shayne continues to grind against him 😵‍💫

Ian with a strength kink asking Shayne to manhandle him.

Shian fwb but Shayne feels something more and he thinks he's the second choice. He gets drunk one night somehow ending up on Ian's doorstep pushing his way in and accidentally confessing. Can lean either getting rejected or recuperated depending on how I feel on the day ajaj

Shaymianthony polycule! 2 pairs of pretty best friends why wouldn't they?? Preferably if shaymien and ianthony pined before becoming shian and antmien and realizing they all like each other ajsj just chefs kiss

Established shian but secretly and Shayne doesn't like the way Anthony looks at Ian so he fucks him in his office and Anthony walks in on it. Flip it on its head and he fucks Damien on his whoops damn

Damien soft domming Ian. But the brat is bratty pushing him to his limits until he snaps and bruises litter Ian's body from hands and floggers and paddles as his body sings with it all.

Damien usually being the bottom/sub to Anthony but he finds out his strength and ends up soft domming him calling him cute and pretty as he fucks him while holding him down 🫣🫣 (Anthony never cums as hard as he does then oof!)

#antmien #shian #damien x chosen #damien x ian #damien x anthony #shayne x ian #anthony x damien x chosen #shaymianthony #shayne x ian x anthony x damien #rambles from my brain #you can use them if you'd like #dont know why you would #smosh fanfic ideas

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tessa-liam · 8 months ago

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Turning the Page

A Step Back in Time, chapter 11

Choices, The Royal Romance, AU

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son.

Turning the Page Series Masterlist

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belongs to this series.

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match.

Rating: M🔞 - Warnings - Series will contain crude language, weapons, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.

Words: 3268

A Step Back in Time, Chapter 11

Chapter Summary: Liam, Riley and William arrive for a weeklong retreat in Lythikos. Olivia takes Riley ‘under her wing’ to mentor and to offer advice for her return to court. Olivia was determined to get her friend into the right frame of mind and to ultimately get the sparkle back in her eyes.

Music Inspiration: What Was I Made for? Billie Eilish ; Lose Control, Teddy Swims

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.

A/N2: Damien Nazario has been assigned as William’s personal bodyguard. (Series cross-over with ‘Perfect Match’)

‘Cause I, ‘cause I

I don’t know how to feel

But I wanna try

I don’t know how to feel

But someday I might

Someday I might

Think I forgot how to be happy

Something I’m not, but something I can be

Something I wait for

Something I’m made for

Something I’m made for’

Cordonian Royal Palace, Capital

If you told Riley Brooks that she would be living in Cordonia, in the Royal palace, with the King of Cordonia just last summer ... she would not believe you. She would tell you that ‘once upon a time’, she fell in love with that King and competed for his hand in marriage in his social season. By reason of the cruelty of fate, and the callousness of the Royal court, that dream would be ripped away from her by a world that was foreign to her. Where outsiders, or commoners, were frowned upon and/or deemed lesser than the noble class. She would be relegated to be the other woman, the mistress to that immensely powerful man whose duty to his country dictated that he must marry a ‘chosen’ woman, even though he did not love her.

...and she had to watch that man she loved, marry another.

...because she loved him, she remained. Confiding to him, ‘I’ve made my decision ... I want to be with you. I don’t care what it looks like.’

...and it broke her.

In the Royal east wing, inside William’s bedroom, Riley meticulously packed his clothing into a large suitcase. Carefully selecting each item with love and care for their winter vacation in the Alps of Lythikos, she folded his small woolen sweaters with matching pants and jeans. Soft mittens and a woolen cap were nestled next to his favorite plushie, Scooby; ready to go with him on his snowy adventures.

"Li Li, sweetheart, come here please," Riley called out, her voice echoing through the spacious room. William bounded towards her; his eyes wide as he watched his mother pack his belongings.

"We go away, Mama?" William asked, his voice filled with wonder.

"Yes, my sweet boy," Riley replied with a smile, scooping him up into her arms and placing him down on his bed. "We're going to the mountains with your father to visit a good friend of ours. It's going to be so much fun."

William's eyes sparkled with delight at the mention of his father. In the five short months since he met his father for the first time, the bond between father and son had grown stronger exponentially. William adored Liam, who always had time for his son's playful antics in New York and now, here in Cordonia, as well. Despite his Royal duties, Liam made the point to spend as much time with William as possible. Riley was not surprised. Liam often spoke about what kind of father he wanted himself to be. The exact opposite of his own father. She could tell that Liam was trying his best to make up for all the time they had lost. And she could not be happier.

Riley continued to pack, tucking away William's favorite books and toys to keep him entertained during their trip in Lythikos. She had already arranged for snacks with the kitchens, ensuring they would have everything they needed for the long drive to the northern chateau.

Riley looked up, catching Liam's gaze.

Liam stood and silently watched, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded. A gentle smile played on his lips as he watched Riley packing their son's belongings for their trip, while William happily tried to help his mother.

"Come, my King," Riley softly spoke and smiled with a playful glint in her eyes. "Help me double-check if we have everything for our little adventurer."

Liam pushed himself away from the doorframe and strolled over to Riley; he crouched down beside William, who was wide-eyed with anticipation.

“Daddy, look.” William pointed to the large suitcase, smiling happily at his father.

"Hello, my little prince," Liam greeted, ruffling William's hair. "Are you ready for an adventure?"

William giggled and nodded his head vigorously, his eyes reflecting the admiration and adoration he held for his father. Liam chuckled, “I see you have lots of toys packed.”

William climbed over to the suitcase and plucked his favorite plush to show his father.

“Ah, I see you packed your little dog. Is he your special friend?”

“Yes, Daddy. I love puppies.” William grinned, squeezing his toy.

“You do? That is good to know,” Liam winked at Riley as William returned his toy to be packed.

“I will meet you two in an hour. All right, love?” Liam asked Riley.

“Okay, Daddy,” William answered as Liam and Riley chuckled together at his response.

As Liam left to go to his study, Damien entered, bowing to Liam, “Your Majesty”.

Liam smiled and nodded 'hello' in response as he walked towards his assistant waiting in the hall followed by his security detail.

Nevrakis Chateau, Lythikos, Cordonia

Driving through the majestic mountains, Riley stared at the vista overlooking the Nevrakis chateau. Memories flooded her mind as they passed the frozen lake below. The lake where she, along with the other suitors skated on, with Liam during his social season years ago.

Riley shivered. Was it from seeing the beautiful winter landscape or from those memories of past competitions for the man she loved? Riley’s thoughts were interrupted by the happy sound of her son’s voice.

William giggled; totally enthralled by Liam’s storytelling of his past adventures in the snow. The sight of father and son was precious to Riley, as she softly smiled at the two of them. William was sitting on Liam’s lap as he pointed to the large chateau coming into view ahead.

The escalade stopped at the grand entrance of the Nevrakis chateau as members of the royal guard went into formation and opened the vehicle doors.

As they made their way toward the entrance, a flurry of snowflakes fell from the sky, adding a layer of white powder to the ground.

"Wow, this is beautiful.” Riley raised her arms to the sky. “I remember my first visit here during your social season.”

"It is. If I remember correctly, it was just as cold." Liam quipped adjusting William’s scarf.

Members of Olivia’s waitstaff greeted the party as they entered the lavish and grand estate. Standing at the base of the grand staircase, Olivia grinned as William squealed at the pair of Alaskan malamutes sitting inside the foyer.

“King Liam, Lady Riley and Prince William ... welcome to my quaint northern lodge. I am delighted to host the three of you.”

Liam approached Olivia and kissed her cheek, then gestured to Riley and William to join them.

"Olivia, it's been far too long since I last visited. The grounds are magnificent.”

"Indeed, thank you, Liam.” Olivia beamed with pride.

"Thank you for hosting us. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated.” Riley added.

"Anything for my dear friends."

Olivia's attention was drawn to William, who was petting the dogs and giggling.

"Well, hello again, prince William." Olivia walked over and knelt beside and offered treats to her two canine companions.

William looked up at her and smiled.

"Hewwo."

"He's even cuter than I remember," Olivia grinned. “This one,” she motioned to the brown tipped dog, is ‘Mischa’. And this big guy is ‘Zeus’, "she cooed.

"Now, Riley." Olivia stood and walked forward slowly, looping her arm through Riley's arm and leading her inside. "We have lots to catch up on. Liam, make yourself at home. Your Royal suite is ready for you. Gustav will be your personal attendant for your stay."

"Thank you, Liv. That is much appreciated."

"You are quite welcome. Now, Riley, let us get started on our girl time.” Liam winked at Riley, his shoulders shaking as he chuckled at Riley’s faux scared expression.

"Okay, sounds good." Riley shook her head grinning as she walked by Liam.

Olivia and Riley climbed the grand staircase and disappeared around a corner while William sat on the floor playing with the dogs.

"William, let's get you changed and settled." Liam extended his hand down for his son to take.

"Okay, Daddy."

“Bye bye puppies.” William exuberantly spoke to the large dogs.

***

Riley and Olivia sat on a plush sofa in front of a large window overlooking the mountains. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the snowy landscape.

"It's so beautiful here." Riley marveled at the picturesque view.

"I'm glad you like it.” Olivia proudly acknowledged as she handed a large glass filled with chardonnay to Riley.

Olivia sat back and watched Riley; her expression turning serious.

"Riley, I know that things have been difficult for you since you've come back, but you have to remember, you're a force of nature. You are stronger than you think.” Olivia was continuing the conversation of their last visit at the palace.

Riley looked down at her hands, which held onto the wine glass with a death grip. She knew the invitation to spend the week in Olivia's duchy was not just a holiday for her, Liam and William. Her once adversarial friend, and now, her good friend, wanted to assist her with reuniting with Liam.

"I can see the pain and sadness in your eyes." Olivia continued.

"Oh... "

"How is it really going? Riley, how is everything between you and Liam?"

Riley sighed and set her wine glass on the table.

"I'm...I'm not sure."

"Do you still love him?"

"Yes, of course. I have never stopped loving him.”

"Do you think he loves you?"

"Yes.” There was a small smile followed by biting her top lip.

"Then what's the problem?"

"I'm not sure."

Olivia shook her head and sighed.

"You have to trust him, Riley. He loves you. And I can see how happy William makes him.”

"I know that.”

"But there's something else, isn't there?" Olivia eyed her friend for clues.

"It's just that... we've spent so much time apart. And now that we are back together, things feel different.”

"I think I understand. That is quite normal, all things considered."

"And I'm worried that he'll eventually resent me for leaving him while I was pregnant with William."

"He could never resent you, Riley. You are the mother of his child. It'# not in his DNA.”

“I keep thinking that that there will be another scandal around the corner. That something or someone will tear us apart.”

"What happened to that confident and free spirited American girl? The one who turned the court on its' head. Where did she go?"

"I know what you are asking. I feel scared; waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

"Scared of what? And why?"

"That he won't forgive me."

"Riley, listen to me. That is your guilt talking.”

Olivia reached over and grabbed Riley's hands, looking her in the eye.

"Liam loves you. He will always love you. You and William are his world. And I know that he wants nothing more than to make you happy.”

"But..."

"But, nothing. There is no 'but'.”

"Okay." Riley was not convinced. "But, Madeleine ..."

"Is out of the picture; where Liam is concerned. You have the power of position now, make Madeleine feel it."

Riley looked at her friend and took a staggered breath.

"Most importantly, you hold the King’s heart...show the world, show Cordonia, show Madeleine what that means...you will bring her to her knees." Olivia sneered.

"This is why I wanted you to come for a visit. To remind you of who you are and what you are capable of.”

“Olivia ...” Riley sighed, shaking her head, ‘no’.

"Now. Come with me."

Olivia stood and motioned for Riley to follow.

Olivia took her down to an armory in the bowels of the chateau.

"Here we are." Olivia turned and motioned to a wall of weapons.

"What are we doing down here?" Riley asked, eyeing the collection of weapons displayed on the wall.

"We're going to do some training.”

"Training? For what?" Riley questioned, perplexed.

"For the press."

"Why do I need training for the press? With weapons?"

"Because they're vultures. They will try to get a rise out of you. They will ask rude and invasive questions. They will try to trip you up.”

"But why do you think I need training? I know you haven’t forgotten that I was subjected to them during Liam’s social season."

"Because they're relentless idiots.” Olivia sneered.

"Okay, but ...”

“Now that you are back in Cordonia, the mother of the crown prince, no less ...they want to find out your intentions with their king.”

Riley took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

"Don't worry. I'm going to teach you how to handle them.” Olivia confidently proclaimed with a smirk.

"Thank you, Olivia.” Riley sighed as she eyed the collection of pointy weaponry again.

"Of course. Now, let us get started.”

Riley was grateful for Olivia's help and advice. She knew that she was right about the press, having dealt with them through the engagement tour, after the scandal was brought to light.

Riley didn't have to know that. At least, not yet.

And she knew that she needed to be prepared. Riley understood the extent to which the press would dig and manipulate information to get a juicy soundbite. But she was not aware that Madeleine would have her own agenda to discredit and sabotage her at every chance she got, all the way from Morocco. However, Olivia was well aware of Madeleine’s spite and her bitterness over losing the crown.

"First off. I want you to choose a weapon." Olivia pointed to her collection of weaponry mounted on the wall.

"A weapon?" Riley’s eyes were wide looking at the selection before her.

"Yes. You cannot fight the press with words alone.”

"Um...okay." Riley answered sceptically.

Riley looked at each weapon closely. There were swords, halberds, axes and daggers, among others.

She picked up a sword.

"Hmm...a sword? Interesting choice."

"It's light and I can move fast.”

"Good. Particularly good.” Olivia nodded approvingly. “That would be a weapon that Liam would choose.”

“Really?” Riley admonished.

"Now, we'll practice some moves.”

"Moves?"

"Yes. Maneuvers. Stances. Blocking and parrying.”

"Wow. This is serious.”

"Indeed. I'll start slow, but don't let your guard down.”

"I won't.” Riley responded warily.

"Good. Now, attack me."

"What?" Riley looked aghast.

"Attack me."

"Oh, um ... okay."

Riley raised the sword and ran at Olivia, who easily dodged the blow.

"Is that the best you've got?"

"No.”

Riley lunged at her again, and again, Olivia sidestepped each attack.

"You're leaving yourself open.” Olivia challenged.

"I am?"

"Yes. If this was a real fight, I would have cut you down by now." Olivia chirped.

"Oh.” Riley let out a large breath, wondering to herself how this lesson was going to end.

"Here. Let me show you."

Olivia demonstrated a series of moves, her sword flashing and swooshing in the air.

"Now, you try.”

Riley imitated the movements, her sword swishing through the air.

"Better.” Olivia critiqued.

"Thanks." Riley answered questionably.

"Again.” Olivia commanded with Riley going on the defensive.

They continued to spar, their swords clashing together. Riley was impressed with Olivia's skills and ability to read her opponent and react accordingly.

As they continued to fight, Riley became more comfortable with the sword, her moves becoming more fluid and graceful. Liam slipped into the back of the room, quietly watching the sparring.

"Excellent.” Olivia praised.

"Thanks.” Riley smiled at the compliment, picking up a bottle of water.

"Now we need a target." Olivia led her to a stuffed, practice dummy.

Riley chuckled as she watched her friend attach a large face photo of Madeleine onto the head with a dagger.

"Here, let me help you." Olivia handed her an assortment of knives, before she expertly threw her dagger.

Riley's first few throws landed wide, but she quickly found her mark, sinking several blades into the center of the picture.

"Nicely done.”

"Thanks."

"Feel better?" Olivia snickered as Riley laughed.

“Yes! Yes, actually I do. But I don't understand. How is this going to help me?”

"When the press asks you questions, you need to stay calm and confident. If they try to rattle you, throw them off balance. Focus on your target.” Olivia pointed to the picture.

"Let's practice."

"All right."

"Imagine I'm a member of the press. And I ask you, 'Lady Riley, where have you been all these years?'"

Riley cleared her throat and straightened her posture.

"I've been raising my son in New York. It's where he was born and raised.”

"Why did you leave Cordonia?"

"I left to protect my child. And because I knew that King Liam had an obligation to the Queen.”

"What are your intentions now that you've returned?”

"I'm here to support my son and to be a part of his life.”

"Do you still love the King?”

"Yes, of course."

“No! STOP!!!”

Olivia moved assertively towards Riley. "This is where you say, 'that's all the questions for today’ and then you walk away from the microphones. Show confidence. Show determination. Show stoicism. Control the narrative.”

Riley raised her eyebrow. "How did you get so good at this, Olivia?"

Olivia shrugged, her shoulders rising slightly. "I'm the duchess of Lythikos. People talk. And sometimes they don't realize I'm listening."

Riley nodded, a new respect for Olivia blossoming in her heart with a renewed sense of determination in her step.

Feeling his arms, Riley giggled and leaned back against him with a content smile.

Liam sauntered up to Riley from behind, wrapping his arms around Riley’s waist.

Riley turned around to look at Liam, her eyes filled with love.

“The Royal guard will then lead you away from the gathering,” Liam interjected. “You will never be left without protection.”

"Thank you, Liam.” Riley tearfully smiled.

"I want you to know that while I am alive, you will always have a home in Cordonia. And I will never let anyone threaten that ... or you ... ever again.”

Riley felt a warm feeling in her chest and a sense of calm.

Maybe everything was going to be all right, after all. As long as she had Liam and William, she knew she could face anything.

"Liam, I love you."

"I love you, too, Riley."

Liam pressed his lips to hers, and Riley melted into his embrace. They kissed for a long moment, savoring the feel of each other's bodies.

"Come, let's go get some sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow."

"I'm ready.*

"Pleasant dreams you two. Good night."

"Olivia, thank you for your expertise. It is much appreciated.

"Your welcome, Liam. It's my pleasure."

Good night." Riley called out.

Riley followed Liam out of the room, her hand firmly grasped in his.

And for the first time since she had come back to Cordonia, she truly felt like she was home.

"Thank you, Olivia," she whispered as she lay in Liam's arms, his steady heartbeat lulling her to sleep.

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kassandrasdisciple · 16 days ago

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BatFam X VtM

Time to combine another of my 2 hyperfixations of the month. I'm gonna match each Batfam member with what vsmpire the masquerade clan i think they would be and my reasonings. Some have multiple clans they could be so I've tried to narrow it down to 1 and reason why I didn't go with another. If this was an actual AU it would probably make more sense for them all to mainly be the same clan as Bruce but this menagerie of a coterie is more interesting and fits each character, so without further ado.

Bruce Wayne

Ventrue

The blue bloods, known for their honour and pride, they rule from up above, embracing CEOs and modern aristocrats alike. For the prince of Gotham, chairman of Wayne Enterprises, I don't think there's a more perfect fit. Bruce at his best and worse embodies the values the clan of kings holds. He's a ruler through lineage, ruling his subject from up high, but the clan compulsion of arrogance and belief of knowing best make him come across as stubborn and apathetic to others concerns if he's ruled on a matter already.

The only other clans I could maybe see for bruce would be Lasombra or Toreador, with the former being know for their obtenebration and the latter for their ability to play the games of socialites. However those aspects are more masks Bruce wears when playing either brucie wayne or batman, not truly who he is.

Dick grayson

Ravnos

This isn't because he's Romani in some iterations but it's a nice extra. No, Dick is a Ravnos because he's a perfect fit. The Ravnos are the daredevils of the vampire world, their blood literally compels them to tempt fate, they also can't sleep in the same place for more than a couple of nights; what clan would fit our ex-travelling circus acrobat than them?

Truly I think Ravnos is the best fit for Dick, however some versions of him are more well known for being a seducer, and have become part of his Fannon; because of that the argument could be made for Toreador.

Jason Todd

Banu Haqim

The Assamites, judged by western kindred as frothing diablerists when really they're guardians, warriors and judges of the corrupt. Really, it was when I got to Jason that I knew I had to write all these matches down. This is the perfect fit to the point that I'm sure others must've headcannoned it. Their compulsion is judgement, forcing them to punish anyone who breaks their moral code, they also chafe against their fellow vampires; falling to a bloodlist if they taste the vitae of another kindred.

If you were writing Jason with the Fannon pit madness I could see the argument for Malkavian, and if your specifically talking about when Jason was Robin I'd say he fits more closely to Brujah; being a spitfire. But as the Red Hood? Jason is a child of Haqim.

Tim drake

Tremere

Just as choosing Jason's sealed my need to write this post, trying to choose Tim's nearly made me give up. Tim is my least read character and as such it's harder to split Fannon from Cannon, so please bare with me. The Tremere are the second youngest clan, they're also know as the Usurpers. They weren't chosen by vampirism but rather they chose it. The Tremere are hated by several clans for this transgression, including the Banu Haqim, who see their blood magic as a knock-off of their own. The Tremere are perfectionists, constantly seeking new rituals and knowledge; isolating themselves in chantries until they've got their newest project just right. Is this not Tim Drake?

I do love the flavor text this creates, being the second youngest and having beef with Jason from the get go. But on a deeper level, choosing to be Robin, being a perfectionist and also being insecure in their status as a hero/vampire? I think this is a perfect match.

Other clans I could see for Tim would be Nosferatu, being secret keepers and traders alike, or another Ventrue like Bruce, since they both come from money. However I have a better fit for the Nossies and I want to avoid repeating clans if i can.

Damien Wayne-Al Ghul

Lasombra

Like the Ventrue the Lasombra are born rulers, however, unlike the bluebloods, for the Lasombra might makes right. You're embraced into the clan when you're put through a gauntlet that systematically destroys your life; if you get back up your embraced, if not? You're left to die. The night clan coat themselves in shadows, manipulating and striking from them. They have a penchant for religion, ruling over the masses, however their bane of callousness means that they have a hard time relating to humans, sometimes even other kindred, letting more and more of their humanity slip.

If this doesn't describe the heir of the demon, who grows up in a religious, assassin cult, where he has to kill or be killed then I dont know what clan will. He's literally from the league of shadows. I also think it would irk a Ventrue Bruce for his child to be more adept with shadows than himself.

I could see Damian as a Ventrue like his father, as his behavior can be read as arrogance rather than callousness, it would also be in line with his "true heir" hang up. Also, Nanda Parbat seems to just be a copy-paste of Alamut so, along with the Banu Haqim being assassins, I could also see the argument for them claiming Damien aswell, that would also feed my favorite trope of Damien and Jason having the best brotherly bond.

Barbara Gordon

Nosferatu

Second disclaimer of the post, this choice isn't due to her disability. The Nossies are the information brokers of kindred society. Living in abandoned places, yet lying in plan sight (like a massive clocktower) the clan of the hidden employ animalism to make spy's out of rat's and city birds, if there was ever a clan who embraced the modern world it's the nosferatu. Because of this The vagrants are the most tech savvy of the clans, creating Shrek net, the dark web for vampires.

Because of this I think our information queen would be at home with the Nossies. I think Barbara is the most single-clan character but maybe also Banu Haqim? They do embrace from law enforcement after all.

Stephanie Brown

Brujah

The rebels without a cause, they always want a cause to get behind, jumping from one to the other once one no longer fits. I think for Steph, who got into the vigilante game to spite her father (very much giving Troile the younger vibes), the clan of rebels would be the perfect home. She's also bounced between the most code names: spoiler, Robin, batgirl. She's always seeking the next goal. Furthermore she's not from money, she's a punk kid from Gotham who decided to fight back. Because of this Brujah is an easy choice.

If you wanted to go with the more feral™ energy she has in Fannon I could also see the argument for Gangrel, her being the wild child, but I think she's more the wild of rebellion rather than of the woods.

Cassandra Cain

Salubri

Hear me out. Not one of the 13 however I really do think it fits, the Salubri are constantly hunted, they're one of a kind and, in a society of killers, they suffer from affective empathy, making them want to resolve the hurts of others. Just kidding, I just described cass' upbringing, actually I described both. The unicorns also have access to the widest range of disciplines naturally, suiting our skilled assassin. Also the Salubri let their childe diablerize them, giving them the best headstart in life in the most bloody way possible, similar to how Lady Shiva has a very odd way of trying to make Cass stronger.

This is the one of the most out there ones. like alot of the BatFam, Cass could also be Banu Haqim but I do think her inherent character trait of renouncing her violent nature makes her a kindred (pun intended) spirit to the Salubri.

Duke Thomas

Kiasyd

Okay so this is fully a bloodline, but stay with me. The Kiasyd are a bloodline of the Lasombra with some Faery blood mixed in, this parallels Duke's metapowers causing him to stand apart from the rest of the family, just as faery blood causes the Kiasyds to stand apart from vampire society as a whole. They're also known for their magic using Mytherceria and Obtenebration, which together I think replicate Duke's meta abilities. Lastly the Kiasyd are oddballs, they act peculiar even for vampires, much like a crime-fighting vigilante being the only one to fight villains during the day.

This could be seen as a reach, but I think my justifications are valid. Really any clan that has magic could be a fair match, a fun alternative could also be Gargoyles, as they're the only clan that can naturally stay outside during the day.

And that finishes all the BatFam members I know well enough to assign clans to. If you have any ideas for Jaro, Bluebird, Kate Cane, or even the ones I covered but disagree with let me know! I'd like to have a member to cover each clan so we're missing Gangrel, Hecata/Giovanni, Malkavian, Set/Ministry, Toreador and Tzimisce. If you made it this far thank you so much and I hope you enjoyed.

#batman #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #barbara gordon #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #vampire the masquerade #vampire the masquerade 13 clans #batfamily #batman x vtm #vtm

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relinquish the crown: plans & protestations

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Placement: Season 1, Episode 12; one month after 'from a world away'

Summary: Tensions start to run high when you and Loki thwart Prince Damien's monopolization of your schedule and the visiting prince acts impulsively, making a declaration that could ruin your once bright plans for your life in Asgard

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 7.3k [pls prepare drinks & snacks accordingly]

Warnings: themes of incest (he's adopted but still); potentially inaccurate depiction of an archery lesson; definitely inaccurate depiction of a royal court gathering; Prince Damien (yes he's a warning now); misogynistic behavior from the royal family of Alfheim (are we surprised?); lap sitting; Odin's A+ Grandfather-ing

Things to be aware of: Loki giving precious protective future husband energy

The sun had barely begun to rise in Asgard when Loki hopped off his bed, speeding his way through his daily morning preparations, using his magic to cut every corner he could, all to be out of his chambers and ready for when you would step out. Today he was going to be there before that blasted Prince Damien. Today he would walk to the dining hall finally by your side, as it should be.

Today the void in the shape of you that had made its presence felt for the last two fortnights would finally cease to plague him.

He took a deep breath, pleading to the Norns that when he opened the doors to his chambers the hall would be noticeably lacking in a certain bothersome visiting prince from Alfheim, and perhaps he could finally spend a sliver of time with you today. The hall was thankfully empty when he stepped out; however, he knew from days past that this did not necessarily equate to your time not being monopolized by the short-sighted scheming prince.

The sound of footsteps approaching your door from the other side filled his heart with hope, his pulse quickening when your doors opened and he caught sight of your face peeking out, an adorable expression of conspicuous alertness coloring your features as you glared at the turn at the end of the hall. Your gaze swept across the length of the hall, your eyes softening with visible relief when they met Loki's.

"Good morning, little princess," he greeted you with a chuckle, holding his hand out for you to take as you stepped out of the door. "You seem in need of a place to hide."

The god's brows knitted together the moment your full form came into view, immediately questioning the sleeves that covered the length of your arms, with holes at the end to put your thumbs through. What worsened his concern was the additional collar piece that covered the entirety of your shoulders and neck.

"Darling, are you ill?" He quickly closed the distance between you and placed the backs of his fingers to your forehead, tracing your features with his fingers, feeling for a chill under your skin.

"Ill? Gods no, Loki, don't be absurd," you answered him with a chuckle. "I have not known the displeasure of being ill since I was but a child." And then as if on queue, your face scrunched its features in clear discomfort.

"What do you call your frequent headaches, then, darling?" he prodded, pressing his fingertips to your temples and gently massaging the area, a smile coming to his face when you let out a relieved sigh in response. "Would you tell me then why you've chosen to wrap yourself as if you are to go into the tundras of my birth realm? Are you cold?"

You let out a lighthearted laugh when the god pulled you into his arms for an embrace, not hesitating to wrap your arms around his midsection to return the favor. "Not cold," you said with evident deflection. "I do however appreciate the hug. I feel as if I hadn't seen much of you, or anyone really, the past few fortnights." Loki's heart quickened in his chest when you nuzzled your cheek against his chest. "I've missed this," you sighed, sounding the paragon of contentment as you settled into his hold.

"I've missed you as well, little princess," he breathed out, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "However this does not dissipate my initial concern. Is everything alright with you? Something feels amiss."

Without lifting your head from his chest, you shook your head to answer his question, your audible groan of frustration rumbling against his skin through his robes. "This blasted prince has been monopolizing every waking moment of my time, so no. Everything is not alright. I haven't had an hour this past moon apart from sleep or bathing to barely even think. He has infiltrated every aspect of my life, and I despise it."

He rested his cheek against the top of your head, holding you just a touch tighter. "I take it the visiting prince's wandering eye has not ceased?"

"If only it were just that," you grumbled. "Now he has wandering hands as well. I reckon if he was not certain that I would chop off his manhood where he stood he would attempt to have wandering lips to go with it."

He knew that it was irrational for him to see red at that moment, for that voice in his mind to seethe and scowl "How dare he lay his hands on what is mine? Has he no awareness of what would befall him if a single hair were to fall out of place from my beloved? My fated?"

But the words stung bitterly in his heart. You may be his beloved and his fated, yes. But you were not his. Not to kiss, not to praise, not to pleasure or love.

But in this moment, perhaps he could be granted the privilege of having you as his to hold. And much as he knew you were more than able to fend for yourself, his to protect.

"This insolent boy of a prince, has he hurt you? Forced you? Pressured you in any way?" he seethed, holding you by your covered shoulders and searching your features for any sign that could tell him the answer was yes. So that he may have an opportunity to inflict some form of damage on the arrogant visitor; he'd been itching for the chance ever since his first day in Asgard where the two exchanged words that were as if they'd been meticulously chosen and woven together to crawl under his skin.

And rub into his face that his desire and love for you will remain unrequited for the rest of his days.

"Just say the word and an accident could befall him."

His growling vow didn't do much other than elicit a slight chuckle from you, your nearly covered hands reaching up to cup the sides of his face. "There's no need for that, Loki, I am more than capable of fending for myself. Truly my only frustration is that of all the things I can control where this royal farce of a courtship the only thing that slips my grasp is my time. I haven't the chance to train or plan or even study, my duties have been taken on by Grandmother's ladies in waiting or by Grandmother herself. I feel myself a burden—"

"Ah, Princess. Good morrow. I could have come here earlier had I known--Oh," Damien's words were cut short as he caught sight of you in Loki's arms. "Good…Morning, your Highness. Are you…are you ill? Your eyes are a frightening shade of crimson. Shall the princess and I call for a healer for you?"

"There will be no need for healers, Prince Damien." Your voice had lost all softness once more as you addressed him, a striking contrast with how delicately you were stroking the god's cheeks with your thumbs. "Ro deg ned," you whispered to him, giving him a beaming grin when his eyes returned to the stormy blue hue you'd grown accustomed to. For a moment he'd nearly forgotten that you two were no longer alone in the corridor.

That was, until the bothersome prince made his presence known once more. "Right then," his voice pierced through the otherwise peaceful quiet of the palace's halls. "It was such a beautiful day out I was wondering if we could arrange for a nice picnic out in the gardens or perhaps even the palace roof--"

"Unfortunately, Your Highness, it seems the princess' day would be a touch too full today," Loki cut him off, looking down at the visiting prince. From the corner of his eye he could see your face light up with more than visible optimism. "Perhaps you can postpone to another day?"

Where there was relief in your expression, there was an equal amount of evident irritation in Damien's, the smile he'd painted on his face so strained that the corners of his mouth were visibly shaking from the effort. "I already had the day planned out that the fair Princess and I would leave for the market after breakfast and--"

"As Loki said, my itinerary today is just a touch too full, Prince Damien," you cut him off, the bite in your tone slowly creeping in. "Perhaps another day."

You motioned towards the hall, your eyes burning with impatience as you wordlessly urged him to be on his way and find other plans for the day ahead. Unfortunately before he headed back down the corridor, he turned to you again, seemingly unwilling to accept that he would not be monopolizing even a fraction of your time this day. "This itinerary of yours is something you must do alone? Perhaps I could accompany you, assist you where--"

"She won't be alone," the god interjected, his tone quickly becoming sibilant as he fought to hold back his own displeasure on how this prince was imposing his presence upon you. "As you know, Y/N has been tasked to plan and arrange for the upcoming festivities for the Winter Solstice, and in the past moon since your visit had begun hasn't had much opportunity to progress these plans. She's sought my council and assistance to make up for lost time since we worked splendidly together planning for the previous festival, and we are to spend the next few days planning in hopes of replicating last season's success."

The elven prince's nostrils flared as he processed the words. Yes, you insipid little boy. The days of you wasting her time are over. You will not be what hinders her from performing her duties to the best of her abilities. From becoming the queen she ought to be when the time comes. I'll make sure of it, Loki thought to himself.

"Don't forget about training," you chimed in, your overall demeanor significantly relaxing knowing that you would not have to spend the day swatting away unwelcome hands from encroaching on your personal space. The mischievous gleam in your eyes had returned as you threw a smile the god's way. "However with all my time out of practice I can feel my strength waning a fraction, it'll hardly be a fair fight."

"Little Princess, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were asking me to treat you with a lighter hand." His fingers instinctively twitched to lightly touch your own, his heart skipping a beat when he saw your little finger reach out in a motion as if to hook itself to his own.

"You know better than that, my Prince. I would always insist on a fight consistent with that of a battlefield, don't even think of--"

"Well then," Prince Damien butted in, tone shrill and impatient. "It seems that I've been moved to make alternative plans for the following days." He hissed out his words, hilariously and equally incapable of masking his irritation as you were at hiding your relief. "I will see you again when your schedule is a little less congested, Y/N."

"Princess Y/N," you bit out, correcting him. "You've not yet earned the level of familiarity to call me by such a casual moniker, Your Highness." You motioned once again to the direction of the hall from where he came from. "Until the next engagement," you said coldly.

"Right…" The elven prince's nostrils flared once more as he turned back and walked down the corridor, footsteps heavy with his indignation from your dismissal of him.

"Does this mean I may change into…less constricting attire?" you spoke in a considerably lighter tone, softly bumping your elbow to his arm when Damien turned the corner.

"Whichever way you're comfortable with, darling." He brought your hand up to press a soft kiss to the backs of your fingers. "I can wait if you decide to change."

Your next action caught him off guard. You charged toward him and wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. "I'll find some way to make it up to you, I swear."

The god tucked his hand under your chin, basking in the sight of the radiant grin taking over your features. "Nonsense, little Princess. The vision of your smile is more than enough." He pressed a light kiss to the tip of your nose, leading you to scrunch it at him before you ran back to your chambers to change into the attire that he and the rest of Asgard had grown accustomed to. Once you were well out of earshot and the heavy doors of your chambers stood between you two, he let out a soft exhale. "My love…"

"Fuck." You hissed out the expletive as the arrow you loosed landed a good few inches to the side of your intended target, feeling tension tighten your muscles into knots as you readied the next arrow and pulled the bowstring back.

Before you loosed your next arrow, however, Loki assumed his position next to you, one hand wrapped loosely around yours stopping you from releasing the bowstring, the other splayed over your stomach. "Wait, darling. You're letting your frustration rule you. Focus on your target and release your breath…slowly." As you exhaled, he moved his hand from your wrist to your elbow, making minute corrections and feeling for involuntary fidgeting from straining to hold your breath. "Now release."

It felt as if the world was at a standstill as your loosed arrow flew right into the dead center of your target, your jaw dropping in astonishment as it split the arrow already occupying its space straight down the middle. The arrow that your mother Lady Sif had shot into the target before departing from the training fields.

"Very nicely done," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. With a wave of his hand, a new target materialized next to it, this time in the form of of a wooden sculpture in the shape of a man that was slowly but steadily approaching you. "Now aim for his knees and elbows before he reaches you. Incapacitate your opponent before he has the chance to strike."

You turned your head as best you could only to end up cheek to cheek with the raven-haired god. "Wouldn't it be more efficient to aim for his head and stop him where he stands?"

"For the sake of this exercise, pretend that you need to capture this opponent for future interrogation. He'll be of no use to us with an arrow embedded in his skull. He's getting closer, little Princess. Make your move."

You took a breath and loosed an arrow that shot straight through the wooden dummy's knee, slowing its movement. It took a handful more attempts before you got all four targets and his enchanted wooden dummy ceased all movement.

"Decent enough," Loki murmured with a click of his tongue. "But I've seen you do much better, little Princess. You were not jesting when you said you were out of practice." You could both hear and feel him chuckling against the back of your head, hands working at the knots tensing up your shoulders. "Do not feel so discouraged, darling. A few days of regular training and you'll be back in fighting condition. We just have to work together to keep that bothersome prince from muddying your itinerary for long enough."

You let out a groan just as he hit a particularly large knot in your shoulders. "That will be quite the feat if we can keep him away even past this evening. He seems quite adamant that this time sucking endeavor—I mean, this courtship," you seethed at the word. "Would eventually lead to a formal proposal for my hand."

"Refusal would still remain an option," he offered. In truth, the god knew that it would have been questioned by Odin the second the rejection slipped from your elegant, articulate lips. And he would expect a reason that was beyond reproach for why you would burn a bridge with Alfheim so resolutely with such words.

The explanation of wishing to marry for love might not save you for much longer.

"We both know it isn't," you sighed, shoulders slumping down and out of Loki's hold. "If I say no, the ever mighty Allfather would expect a damn good reason behind it. So unless your magic can conjure me a proper husband that wouldn't turn his back on me and have a harem of concubines to fulfill his troublesome and questionable sexual appetite before this blasted Prince formally states his intention to propose, I fear my days on Asgard may very well be numbered."

"Numbered?" he gasped, your words feeling as if an anchor had just sunk to the pit of his stomach. "Y/N, darling, surely you wouldn't leave home just for--"

"Ah, there you two are." Loki stepped back from you at the sound of Sif's voice floating across the field. "My husband and Odin require your presence, Brother. You'll find them in the Main Hall with the rest of the royal court. And the visitors from Alfheim."

Your mother's words were heavy with an implication that he dared not look into for fear of the conclusion he would come to. There were few potential scenarios for what would greet him once he entered the hall. But only one screamed audaciously with the haughty air of inevitability.

The combined efforts of yours and Loki's to keep Prince Damien from consuming all your free time had led the vapid visiting royal to act rashly. To move up his timetable in such a way that his intentions to woo you would be expedited, and he required the approval of the royals above you before he could proceed.

With a brief peck to the back of your head and a nod towards you and your mother, he departed from the fields and headed off to the Main Hall to see what matter needed his opinion. Or perhaps his approval.

She began to walk the steps toward you, assessing the work you'd done on the target board and the dummy. "You require a touch of practice, my dear Daughter," she commented before her eyes landed on the center of the board once again, realizing that her arrow from earlier had actually been split down the middle. "But your aim is impeccable. I take it the last few fortnights have not been conducive to your training as a warrior…"

Your mother walked over to a small display of weapons and picked out a short sword, motioning toward it and prompting you to pick your own weapon of choice. Daggers.

"One of these days I'll have to watch you spar with your uncle," she said, both of you falling into a rhythm of swings and blows where she tested your defense capabilities. "You're quite possibly the closest to his level of proficiency with this weapon."

"He's an excellent instructor," you shot back, feeling the slightest pinch in your muscles trying to move as fast as she did. "You are right, however, Mother. This past moon has placed the slightest handicap on my agility…and my focus. Norns willing, the next few days will correct that even by a touch. At the very least, Loki seems convinced of it."

Her next swing was strong enough to get you to stumble from your stance. "You two have grown quite close…confide in each other more than others, even. Anyone watching from afar might even mistake you for--"

"Lady Sif, Princess Y/N, your presence is requested in the Main Hall."

You both promptly dropped and stashed away your weapons and followed the palace guard down the corridors toward your destination.

"Might mistake me for what, Mother?" you asked her to fill the heavy silence, trying desperately to put your mind off of what was to come once you walked through those doors.

"Pardon?"

"You were saying something earlier before we were called on to come to the Main Hall. Something about me and Loki confiding in each other…" you trailed off, hoping to prompt her of her prior train of thought.

Recollection lit up her eyes. "Ah yes, I remember now," she murmured, absentmindedly patting your shoulder as you stopped just shy of the doors, waiting for the guards to announce your arrival. "It was nothing, Daughter, truly. Put it out of your mind."

You eyed her with the slightest hint of suspicion, wondering what could have been at the end of her sentence, but ultimately did as she suggested once the palace guard opened the doors and you were greeted with the sight of a packed hall, every seat on the table occupied, with Odin seated at the head.

"Announcing the arrival of Princess Y/N and Lady Sif," the guard spoke before stepping off to the side and making a gesture for you and your mother to step across the threshold.

"I can't find a seat," you grumbled under your breath, just barely enough for your mother to hear.

"Unfortunately, Daughter, you shall be alone in your plight," she answered back with a hint of playfulness. "So long as your father is in the room, there is always a seat for me." She practically glided over to where your father Prince Thor was seated and all too happily situated herself on his thigh.

You couldn't help but watch their exchange with fondness, and a tinge of enviousness. Wondering if this type of affection could even remotely be what was in store for you with what was to come of your life once Prince Damien speaks the words. Or if it would feel as if nails were being hammered into a coffin as the days passed until you were declared his wife.

"It seems I shall be standing, then," you said a little louder, assuming your warrior's stance.

"Don't be so brash, Your Highness," one of the visiting royals from Alfheim chimed in. "There are two perfectly suitable princes more than ready to accommodate you." You raised a single eyebrow at the Alfheim courtier, silently daring him to continue and prompting a barely held back chuckle coming from Loki's direction. "I am positive Prince Damien would be more than willing to offer--"

"Yes, I am indubitably," the visiting prince interjected, sitting up straighter and vaguely reminding you of a Midgardian canine, tongue wagging as he awaited a treat.

"You said two," you pressed on, your tone showing the slightest hint of irritation. "Before you were interrupted."

"Ah yes." The courtier cleared his throat, a seemingly sinister sneer pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Well, there is also Prince Loki."

The sound of a chortle vaguely came from the other end of the table, though you couldn't quite place who it had come from. You opted to instead direct your gaze at the raven-haired prince, raising your eyebrow at him with the slightest scrunch of your nose, as if silently prompting him to confirm.

He responded with a minuscule nod of his head, shifting his posture on his seat that would allow for you to use his thigh as your seat if you so pleased.

You had a choice to make, but as soon as the thought crossed your mind, you felt a harsh, banging pain in the back of your head. The faintest sound of a voice screaming from a faraway distance about how there was no choice. There never was.

Then an invisible force that tried to push you forward.

This visiting elven prince was getting on Loki's final nerve. With every word that came out of his mouth, the god's urge to have him mysteriously and conveniently disappear grew stronger. To perhaps turn him into a mouse and feed him to one of the wolves in the den.

He carefully considered what the consequences would have been for such an act, if he could even get away with it. What the procedure would be if a search and investigation would be launched and who would be suspected and questioned. It was that line of thinking that ultimately had him decide against such an act.

You would have been suspected of harming the prince. And Loki would be inconsolable if he were to become responsible for any harm that would come to you as a result of that suspicion.

He would just have to find another way to extricate the bothersome prince from your lives.

The god's thoughts were abruptly halted seeing the obvious signs of your head hurting once again, your face struggling to not contort into one of discomfort. Vehemently refusing to show any sign of weakness.

You and him were quite alike in that form of stubbornness.

Come to me, my love, he thought to himself. Let me help relieve your aches.

The irksome prince cleared his throat, the sound something that the god likened to a toddler stomping his foot and pulling a temper tantrum. "Princess Y/N, I would be more than capable and willing to help in alleviating the burden of your heavy load. If you would--"

"The burden of my heavy load?" you repeated, your voice dropping into a vaguely menacing tone, stunning Damien silent. "Prince Damien, for the sake of your constituents that are present in the room with us and only for their sake, I will hold my tongue."

The court members from Asgard and Alfheim alike looked to the prince whose cheeks reddened with humiliation, undoubtedly slapping himself internally over his poor choice of words. A chorus of stifled chuckles began to fill the war room before Odin cleared his throat loudly, calling everyone to attention once more.

"Now if you would remember what I said earlier at sunrise about familiarity, you would do well to keep in mind that the lesson rings true and extends to more than simply the monikers and titles by which you can refer to a person. It may extend to this situation as well."

Your expression visibly softened, causing a pit to form in Loki's stomach from even considering the possibility that this would take a turn and you would somehow state that the familiarity could be established in such a gesture. Perhaps even making light of his remark about heavy loads.

"However," you continued, the simple word already soothing the god's concerns. "Much as I appreciate the gesture and the…" You paused for a charged moment, a smirk tugging at your mouth. "…enthusiasm, there are two categorical truths in this exact moment. The first is that your level of familiarity with me, while still quite rudimentary, has improved to some degree."

Suddenly the pit was back in his stomach.

"The second…is that I have that familiarity with and have known for much longer…my own family." You stepped toward the side of the table seating the Asgardian royals, once again beginning to calm Loki's racing heart.

When you reached his side he wasted no time holding his hand out toward you, wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you steady as you perched yourself near effortlessly on his thigh. As if you were meant to be there all along.

"Comfortable, little Princess?" he teased in hushed tones, desperately straining to keep the tone light while thinking of the most unsettling images to quell his burning desires.

"Quite," you answered with unmoving lips, gathering your hair over your shoulder farther from his face. "Is this alright?"

More than alright, my darling. I don't want you to ever leave, he thought to himself, not trusting any word that could come out of him at the moment. He opted to answer you with a soft smile and a nod, his heart skipping a good few beats when you gave him the tiniest scrunch of your nose before facing everyone once more.

"I would like to know what the agenda of this meeting is." The upward lilt of your tone toward the end nearly made it seem like a question, but the god knew you better than that. This was a command, directed at the visiting prince.

You did not need to be present in the minutes prior to your and Sif's arrival to know that he was the reason this impromptu gathering was called. That this was simply his way of trying to reassert some dominance in the relationship he was attempting to establish with you.

"Erm, yes..." he stammered, clearing his throat before starting. "Well, Your Highness, I am quite aware how you value your time and schedule, so I shall do my best to keep this short."

Much like other parts of yours, you tapped into the back of Loki's hand in Morse, nearly failing to stifle a chuckle.

Behave, little Princess, he tapped back, desperately resisting the urge to press his cheek to your shoulder. Or Norns help him, kiss it.

"I would like to formally state my intention to court you. With the eventual objective of marriage."

You went so cold in his arms that if he didn't know any better, he would have thought you'd gone ill in that exact moment. The smallest tremor from you was enough to tell the god that you were quickly growing to be as furious as he was with this development.

This cannot be happening, you tapped with a shaky hand. If he could reject this pesky brat of a prince on your behalf he would have done so in a heartbeat. He didn't need to look upon your face to see the mix of fury and trepidation on your face.

Loki could feel it emanating off you in waves.

"I would completely understand if you feel overwhelmed by my declaration, Your Highness--"

"I'm not," you cut him off, poorly stifled chuckles once again filling the room. You cleared your throat, doing what you could to straighten your stance while perched on the God of Mischief's thigh. "Prince Damien, you have been a guest on Asgard for a full moon, and in that time I believe it would be correct of me to assume that you have heard the whispers about me."

Looks of intrigue colored the faces of every member of the royal court present, shifting their gazes between you and the god that had his arm around you. He for one was much too aware of what the denizens of this realm whispered when they believed that no one of consequence could hear them. What the optics of your relationship with your father's brother implied.

Surely you were not referring to those rumors? He'd spent an exorbitant amount of time and effort ensuring that your ears would never be tainted by those vile whispers, even if they were partly true. At least when it came to Loki's affections for you.

"And…which whispers would we be referring to, Your Highness?"

"The only one with any merit," you shot back almost immediately. "That I have, on more than one occasion, expressed my intent to marry for love. Not for power, alliance, or lineage. Now considering that I am more than capable of droning on until the sun sets and I have the slightest flair for the dramatic--" You turned to Loki for the slightest moment. "--made worse by my time spent with you…" You then turned your attention back to the visiting prince. "I will grant you a touch of mercy and not hold you all hostage with a rather lengthy answer."

"Here we go," both Thor and Sif muttered before shifting their position in their seat as if settling in to watch a play.

"To put it succinctly, I do not love you. I'm not even quite sure if I am inclined to say that I like you. This past moon I have been more than gracious in granting us both the time to acquaint ourselves with each other's characters and if I may be plain, I find that I am left wanting. There is much that I wish in not only a husband but a partner and I am yet to find those traits within you."

It was at this moment that the elven prince's colors had begun to show. Damien scoffed at your words. "I am the crown prince and Future King of Alfheim, what more could you possibly want in a husband?"

"And I am to be the Queen of Asgard and the Nine Realms." Your voice took on a tone that he'd not heard since the Summer Solstice, when you had Astrid removed from the palace. "The last time I consulted the records, Alfheim is among those realms. My list of wants may be exhaustive but I can say here and now that my requisite is fealty. I am in no need of a king that finds he needs to satiate his hunger with a harem of maidens at his disposal. I need a partner. And while I find myself too aged to believe in myths of fated souls and crimson threads, I must admit that would be, as the Midgardians call it, a nice cherry on top."

Oh darling, if only you knew that your fated soul currently held you in his unconditionally devoted hands, Loki thought to himself, struggling to hold back his smirk once he spotted the prince once more visibly seething from across the table. He once again had to hold back the urge to make any move that might create the image of him staking his claim on you.

He would continue to toe that fine line of occasionally indulging in the chimera of having you to call his while he fulfilled his unspoken vow of keeping you safe from those who wish to do you any harm. From those who intend to use you to further their agenda driven by power or greed.

Before you could continue and before the prince from Alfheim could utter a word, Odin broke the silence. "Ehem, I'm sure that what the princess here means is that...not enough time has passed for the two of you to adequately familiarize yourselves with one another. Perhaps extending your visit a few moons more would grant you both the opportunity to bridge this gap?"

You'd begun to subtly shake with your barely contained rage. If this meeting didn't conclude within the next few minutes there was no doubt within his mind that this would lead to a shouting match between you and the Allfather.

But before Loki could step in to find a way to mediate the course of the conversation, you spoke again.

"Or perhaps we could agree upon a different type of partnership. One that requires…significantly less physical contact. I own a good few businesses on Midgard, I would not object to you or another representative from your realm establishing your own entity that could franchise off of one of them. That way a unification between our realms can still be attained between our realms by less…antiquated means."

The god once again felt you relax in his hold, just as the other prince began to visibly seethe in his seat, the tips of his elvish ears beginning to turn pink. "And why would I want to have anything to do with Midgardian business?" he questioned, hissing his words through his teeth. "Those Earth folk are--"

"We will forward your gracious offer to the royal family for consideration, Princess," one of Damien's royal advisors spoke for him, putting an arm out in front of the prince whose attitude likened him more and more to a bratty toddler throwing a tantrum with each passing second. "We are most grateful for this opportunity, Your Highness."

"But I will still extend my stay on Asgard," the crown prince spoke again, his tone more whiney than resolute. "I wish to stay this course. I have said in the beginning of my visit that I no longer have the wandering heart that I once had in my youth. I have been reformed. And I will prove it to you."

"Very well." Loki did not need to see your face to know that you, too, had begun to speak through your teeth, the exchange becoming more insufferable with every word that Damien uttered. "If you do not wish to take the offer of a business merger, I do hope someone within the royal court of Alfheim will be willing to take that helm. As for your visit moving forward, we can discuss a schedule that will allow for you to stay your course while I can maintain my duties, for I refuse to be stagnated any further. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Princess."

"Well then…I believe we may adjourn this meeting. I'm quite sure we all have our own duties we must get back to and I'm quite sure Prince Loki here would be more than happy to be relieved of the burden of my heavy load."

The room burst into a fresh round of chuckles, some much louder than the others, as most of the attendees stood and took their leave from the Main Hall. A quick look around the table and Loki spotted his mother attempting to demurely cover her mouth with her hand to mask the wide smile, and Sif currently had her face tucked into the crook of Thor's neck, shoulders visibly shaking with her laughter.

He bounced his knee once, making you jump slightly on his thigh letting out a little hiccup that had you looking back and playfully squinting your eyes at him. "You are not, and you will never be a burden, little Princess. Remember that," he said just loud enough for you to hear before he lightly poked at your side.

It was all he could do not to pull you back to him when you stood from your seat on his thigh, smoothing your hands down the skirt of your dress. "Well, I shall get back to my planning for the Winter Solstice festival." You turned once more to face Damien, squaring your shoulders and straightening your back as if daring him to defy you. "We shall discuss that schedule tomorrow morning. After breakfast. And not a moment sooner."

"Y-Yes, Princess." From the corner of his eye, he could see his mother's head tilt to the side the moment the elven prince's jaw clenched once you strode out of the room.

Just as Damien was about to take his leave from the Main Hall, Thor's voice boomed and filled the room.

"Prince Damien, a word of advice. My daughter was not made to be impressed by titles and shows of sheer arrogance. She was raised to value people for their character, for their substance. You wish to be favored by her, then show her that you are someone worth favoring."

"Of--Of course, Your Excel--"

"Otherwise please do cease your continuous waste of all our time."

Thor's words took everyone aback, an evidently proud look coloring both Sif's and Frigga's expressions.

"I--I do not wish to waste anyone's time, Your Highness," Damien stammered, the legs of his chair scratching across the floor with a grating sound once he stood. "I will win the Princess' favor, I swear it."

Once he too had taken his leave, the remaining Asgardian royals also dispersed, and Loki followed the arrogant tone that could only belong to a certain visiting prince down the halls to see his character's truest form. He found him at a rather secluded corner of the palace, not too far from one of the hidden passageways.

He quickly cast a cloaking spell, ducking behind the hidden door before the elven prince began to pace around the corridor.

"It was humiliating, Father!" he whined into the Midgardian communications device that looked quite similar to the devices you would at times be seen fiddling with for more trivial amusements. "I will not bend the knee to this bratty entitled wench of a Princess. She enjoys trying to make a mockery of me as if she's so special and powerful and Oh Princess do you wish for me to drop to my knees and kiss the ground you walk on while you ask me to satiate my needs with only you for company when you would probably be the lousiest lay in all of the Nine Realms?"

Loki began to grow white-knuckled from how hard he clenched his fists. How dare this short-sighted infantile excuse of a man speak about you so disrespectfully? It would already set the god uneasy if this Damien were to talk about any woman in this light but to hear these vitriolic words spoken about you led him to strongly consider violence toward the visiting prince.

Another quick enchantment granted him the ability to hear the other end of the call.

"Son what have I said about grinning and bearing it for the sake of the Realm? All you have to do once she's agreed to marry you is ensure that you do not perform a Vow of Fidelity so that consequences won't come to you once you need to seek…better company at night. Your females here are growing more and more desperate for your return I might pay them a visit to calm them some."

"What pigs," the god muttered to himself. He needed to do something. Stop this courtship in its tracks before you had to be strong armed by Odin to marry into this repugnant family.

"You're welcome to them," Damien answered with a dark chuckle. "I'm running low on funds to keep these wenches quiet, make sure they don't run back and tell their beloved Princess about their visits to me. Norns know that if she ever finds out, she and her magic-wielding guard dog will thwart our family's dreams of my becoming Allfather on the spot."

"I shall send more, Damien, don't you worry. You only focus all your mental efforts on how you will secure this Y/N's hand. Then you marry her and come home. Where you can live your life as you decide, not how she or her family dictate. She may be in line for the throne to rule all Realms, but until she sits on said throne, she is just another woman. Granted she is afforded a few choice privileges that stop the moment she steps foot on Alfheim soil."

"Thank you, Father. I'll marry her and rip her away from that overprotective oaf of a father of hers. And that incestuous prince. Then when she's stripped of her defenses all she will be is a vessel to bear my children. Then our family shall rule the Realms and everyone in the Realms that looked down upon us will watch helplessly as their beloved Princess becomes nothing more than a Royal Childbearer."

Loki's blood ran cold. This was the plan? He'd known the moment he laid eyes on this Damien that something wasn't quite right with him, but to have targeted you simply for your title and isolate you from everyone that loved you and that you loved in turn? From your friends? Your family?

From him?

No. He would not stand for this. There had to be another way. He would find another way.

He would move the Realms themselves if it meant keeping you safe from those that wished you even a fraction of the misery that this elven bastard of a prince planned to put you through.

The god moved through the passageways as quickly as his feet could carry him, nearly breaking into a run until he reached the exit that led straight into his mother's workroom. He'd forgotten his manners and simply barged through the threshold, eyes wide and murderous as he caught his breath.

"Loki! You nearly gave me enough of a fright to send me to the Healers. What has gotten into you, my boy?"

"We have a problem."

A/N: *peeks from around the corner* Well hi there…it's been a while since the last episode from this series…like about 7 months give or take 🥴🥴 When I tell you my writer brain just decided to go wheeeeee…I barely even know what I'm working on these days 🤣

Anyways, RTC is back and I'm doing my best to plan out the last 3 chapters of Season 1 and then the series will officially go on a break to plan for Season 2 because I gotta be honest I have little to no padding for the first half where I intend to cover the events of the betrothal 😅

But the plot (I hope) is plotting and now y'all can see what the actual driving force behind Loki's surrender was 🥺 And we hate Damien and his father in this household because seriously?? Writing that conversation gave me the ick and if you knew the type of "comedian" I had to watch just to get that vibe down like I need to cleanse my soul after 😩

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