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So close, so far, and yet, maybe close enough:
When Ben, Darius, and Sammy go north from her farm to Keni's hovel, they go straight through central Oklahoma. There's a non-zero chance that they pulled off midway to stop by a shopping center for supplies (they left in a hurry, after all) and a bathroom. Which, depending on how far off I-35 they went (ten, twenty miles along 412 to Enid?), they might...MIGHT...have encountered a place that could have once belonged (or still belongs) to a certain family:
Sadly, the drop-off point is about a hundred miles away, though it IS possible that the Tub of Shame was, in fact, a leftover remnant furnished from Kirby Paint and Tile+. In fact, I'm willing to bet that is The Joke.
#YOU SEE HOW IT ALL CONNECTS?#kirby paint and tile plus#jurassic park 3#jp3#jurassic world: chaos theory#chaos theory#paul kirby#enid ok#would it still be functional after twenty years?#probably not#but also maybe#depends on if they got arrested#and if their national fame led to Good Business
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Me whenever this scene comes up
#velvet is better than me bc i wouldve started strangling his ass as soon as he got the fraud part out#then when he started to weasel out of going to jail by saying he had a “change of heart” i wouldve drop kicked him then & there#like did bro really think the justice system would be like “oh ok nvm just let him go then” after he said he was sorry#but then again they let the chef and bergans run free so troll logic kinda fluctuates depending on the movie#also one more thing before i stfu#what was the reason for that moment between floyd & ven at the end if he & the rest were just gonna watch them get arrested anyway#like the whole reason viva & bridget became friends was bc bergans had w change of heart and agreed not to eat trolls anymore#but no the gay man and his sister are the ones who have to go to jail#like im surprised they didnt keep veneer and let velvet go to jail 💀#ok im done bye#can you tell who im biased against#also if i got any of this wrong pls refresh me i haven't watched the 2nd movie and its been a bit since i first saw the 1st movie#dont yell at me ;-;#velvet and veneer
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hey i got double bingo lol!!!!!!!
the blank if you want it lol
#this is vee speaking#these spaces are a bit shallow so to say but we ballin lol#i agree the stage has better writing but since i think they did my fav dirty and stage bat imo is the most shallow of bat interpretations#it does not get my vote there LOL#uhhhhh idk what they mean with getting into hypmic for their fave#like you vibed with seeing how fans portrayed the character and THEN got into hypmic????#you vibed with a character and decided to take a chance????? got into hypmic by proxy and have just been rolling with it?????#depending on the answer i would have another space filled since it was love at first sight the moment i saw ichiro lol#i need to just bite the bullet and go to a con bc the last time i cosplayed was in 2019 ADFHLGSSJLFSK#this blog is my 20k character analysis on harai kuukou i hope that’s obvious to you LOL#okay so i was definitely inconsolable when nb (&mcd) broke up!!!!!!! like got fcked up when it first dropped and after a reread lol#but not like weeping weeping so does the panic episode i had after mtr’s 2nd drb drama track count or is that mentally ill#i personally don’t think i theorise but i also don’t consider myself an artist so idk lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#once upon a time ago i would have said doppo is just like me fr lol but i don’t hate my job actually!!!!!#and yeah nemu’s best girl she’s literally low enough on the totem pole to not be arrested for crimes unlike the others 😭😭😭#unless we count babygirls and THEN we might have an argument LOL
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And the answer is.....
Rashid. Rashid is the only one of the Seven who was never arrested.
The best part is that if you actually round up the Seven to charge them for actual crimes, Rashid would also have the most diverse rap sheet--the biggest being smuggling and contraband of goods forbidden into his part of the Ottoman Empire. Others include bribery, murder, accessory to murder, and other forms of corruption as a leader of his community. And let's not even mention actual haram acts he did like using blood money to pay zakat (or just not at all).
Quite honestly, Assad exiling his dad to leave home and never return is the TAMEST punishment Rashid would take for his multiple crimes in the name of making sure his family got the best of the best. But if you take the redemption route for Rashid, apparently exile is enough, as Rashid would eventually become fully remorseful and learn how to be a far better man with people he dearly loves. You can argue the agonizing years as a thrall to the Master is punishment enough.
Now it should be easy to guess who got arrested the most times, usually due to petty crimes like theft or burglary, attempted or not. I don't know Ming-era law at all, but he probably got his first official arrest at age 10 for theft. I should look into that, because China has a pretty interesting history of law enforcement. Otherwise, Ruixiong would have been an experienced bandit and escape artist by the time he met Rashid in Macau in 1619, when he was 19 years old.
#crime tw#[OOC]#as for the others#it depends on what crimes they committed#I thought maybe Phoebus never got arrested by naw there was the 2022 Winter Holiday lmao#but I would imagine he'd also get arrest in other times just for being in Guy and Rui's vicinity while doing other Himbo shenanigans#same for Giovanni#[About Rashid]#[About Ruixiong]
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like. on one hand. I love using Kristoph as an actually intimidating antagonist and force to be reckoned with in my fics.
on the other hand I love the idea of him stuck in jail with Jacques Portsman who does shit like hold up an avocado and goes "look a lawyer :D" to which Kristoph groans so loud his vocal chords might just give out.
#theyre yzma and kronk your honor because its funny and I need a source of comedy in my life#-hey thats exactly what Phoenix said when you got arrested- -I know; Portsman. It's called a cruel irony. Like my dependence on you.-#-Drifting do they even have avocados in jail- do I look like I care
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Oh gods, I just realised. So, the heretic that I am, I hate three of Sam Claflin's most popular ships (the only popular one that I like is Finnick x Annie) and I'm afraid that list will soon have another addition...
Other than those, I like every single one of his romances. (That I've seen, I still haven't completed his filmography.)
#sam claflin#samblogging#unpopular opinion#depending on how much they will focus on edmond x mercedes and how crazy the fans get#still keeping my fingers crossed that the fandom will be normal#while reading that ship left me completely cold#i mean mercedes generally as a character leaves me cold#she's my least fave char in tcomc. she just does nothing for me#i couldn't even get any feels for them at the beginning before edmond's arrest#i got more emotional at the reunion with his dad than her#please universe. save me from this. please please please please please#i'll do a post on sam's ships but not anytime soon#mypost
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I haven't eaten a pizza lunchable since I was 16 and I threw up an entire undigested one (3 distinct pizza crusts) while I was on acid
#my posts#that acid trip sucked#for one thing the only person i was tripping with was my 23 year old coworker who i didnt know very well#my actual friend was supposed to trip sit me but all he did was blare super overstimulating lights and music that i didnt like#and then when his gf (also my bestie) showed up she was in a bad mood so he spent the rest of the trip talking to her and ignoring us#and then because she was in a bad mood she and him decided that they should fuck with me and tell me how mad they were at me#because months before that they came into my house uninvited to look for acid that they didnt tell me they were sending to my house#and because they came over uninvited the only person home was my MOM who doesnt like acid and was not okay with having it in her house#so then my mom found out that they were shipping drugs to my house and wanted to call the cops on them#so 5 hours later i got home from work to discover all this and so then i had to tell them they cant send drugs to my house or my mom will#call the police on them. and unbeknownst to me they were both already on acid so then they started freaking out about getting arrestes#arrested**. and somehow it was all MY fault that they had a bad trip. because i told them that they werent allowed to ship drugs to my house#and that my mom was pissed at them for lying to her and to me. so then they decided to take revenge the next time i was tripping and they#werent??? u know. ive never thought about that too hard before now. but that was kind of shitty friend behavior all around#like first they do something super illegal but be sure to use My address so they dont get in trouble for it if the drugs got caught#and then they got mad at Me for setting a boundary and then decided to Punish me for setting that boundary at a time when they were too high#to be handle it. all at a time when they knew i wasnt staying at my parents house because my stepdad had threatened me#(while my bestie was there to Witness) so i was highly dependent on them for a sense of security#and they knew that and they thought it would be funny to fuck with me anyway???#okay but then after that i stole her boyfriend so i guess all is fair in love and war
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Jail Buddies
Once a month, Jason makes an effort to meet Dick on purpose. Sometimes even more. After all, he was a good little brother checking in with his brother. Though he had a rather uncontroversial way of doing so. One that involved getting led into a jail cell of your local police department and loudly demanding to speak to Officer Grayson.
Okay, maybe it wasn't like that it was an effort to check on his brother and just one of his many listed dumb moments of recklessness he got caught for. And he was maybe using his brother to get out without having to call Cass, Steph, Duke, Tim, Damian, Alfred or Bruce, in that order depending who was willing to bail him out every time Dick had his 'Little Wing you won't learn if I keep bailing you out.'-Phases again. Or if Dick was being petty because of a recent prank war.
Either way, while Jason was waiting for Dick to make his entrance in his cell he noticed the teen boy sharing the cell with him staring at him wide eyed. He arched an eyebrow, and decided on a whim to make friendly conversation.
"So what got you here kid?"
The teen blinked as if just realizing Jason had addressed him before grinning a bit feral, his blue eyes having an unnatural glow. "Vandalism."
Jason's eyebrow rose again, but the teen continued.
"Trashed mu place and gave my guardian's car a pretty paint job and some other stuff."
"You vandalized your own place? And got arrested."
"Fruitloop decided an overnight stay was a better punishment then leaving me unattended."
The teen shrugged and Jason couldn't help but feel like he just had heard a red flag. He opened his mouth to question the kid more but than his brother finally made his entrance.
"Little Wing! What did you do this time!?" Jason could see that Dick was out to start a rant but changed tunes when he noticed the teen.
"Danny or Dan? You are here again? When did they bring you in? Trouble at home?" Dick asked, and Jason clearly saw the telltale signs of information fishing bat style.
"Danny and the usual." Danny, as Jason now learned the kid's name was, shrugged nonchalantly like this wasn't the first time he and Dick had had that exchange.
"Seriously buddy? I had a rebellious phase as teen too but to regularly trash your home to the point that someone calls the police or vandalize your guardian's cars, buildings, advertisements or anything that has to do with him is not a solution kid." Jason arched an eyebrow at Dicks tone, feeling slightly reminded of whenever Dick lectured one of them.
"Oh I know. But it's a nice stress reliever, plus you guys are nice here. I get pizza as dinner whenever I stay the night." The kid grinned and Jason couldn't help the snort that earned him a little glare from Dick.
Instead of arguing further his brother let out a suffering sigh and let Jason out of the cell, waving him towards the exit and following him shortly after giving the kid one more look that looked like a mix between stern and pleading to stop being a rebellious teen.
Once out of earshot, Jason then chose to ask. "So what's the kid's deal?"
"Nothing, just a rebellious teen reminds me of Damian when he first appeared. He has a twin and a little sister as far as I know, both of them also known here. Their guardian is an upstanding man, though." Jason heard the hidden but.
"Did someone look into it?" He hummed more as a cover.
"Higher ups don't know, but i am running an investigation." Translation Bruce is unaware, but Dick was using Bat resources for looking into the kid's residence.
"Nice kid, didn't think he was a regular." He only commented.
"Nice and polite, you wouldn't think he did some of the things he was brought in for. Distrustful though, despite his friendly nature."
Jason nodded as Dick went through the papers to bail him out, a thought popping up in his head. Clearly, something was up with the kid that had his brother worried, and it looked like he was stuck on just doing his investigation. So, being the thoughtful little brother he was, Jason decided to help his brother.
In his uncontroversial ways, of course.
"Yo Danny, also here?" Jason grinned as he was led into the same cell the teen was in a week later.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#crossover#jason todd#dick grayson#rebellious danny#danny dan and ellie live with Vlad#all three rebel in their own way#danny also gets arrested on purpose to annoy Vlad#dick is worried#and is already investigating vlad#jason joins in for the heck of it#this was written with a migraine#no guarantee thatninwas even thinking while writing on my phone#unedited#no beta we die like danny#crack prompt#fic prompt
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I have a question, based on how this is worded Batman could still go out right? Afterall, if the Laso of truth recognizes Batman as his real identity, then it is right. Meaning Batman could work Phantom and Captain Marvel. Afterall this is done this would bring even more proof that Batman is some type of Cryptid.
Dc x dp idea 18
Ghost are the embodiment of what they represent. An example skulker is the embodiment of hunting. Without skulker no one could hunt. It just doesn’t exist anymore.
In this a dc villain captures amorpho in order to find out hero’s identities. The villain has to figure out how to utilize amorpho. He’s only managed to trap him using tech from the fentons.
Danny cannot find him amorpho in time. The villain manages to take away disguise from everyone but himself. For Danny it’s not as big of a problem as it is for every other hero.
Danny has two whole separate identities not so much a disguise. (He transforms not just throws on a mask. Same would apply to captain marvel)
This leads to a pre teen and a teenager both pretending to be mature trying to find amorpho. They both have no idea what there doing.
After a bunch of nonsense they free amorpho. Disguises now exist again.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#billy batson#cass could theoretically join the fun#depending. like I’m a bit behind on her stuff but what i recall she doesn’t really have a civilian identity#i believe she stopped really using her civilian identity i may be very mistaken#Danny and billy revealed themselves to each other#they took full advantage of the lack of disguises#the dc villain was not expecting two children to be the ones tracking him down#Bruce is very much not okay with this.#it doesn’t help that caption marvel did not bring his communicator#so he can’t even get a progress report#lots of robbers get arrested cause ppl could see there faces through the ski masks#good day to be a cop#bad day to be a criminal#no hero’s are out and about but major villains aren’t either#Damian put on his mask#Bruce was like i can see your face#everyone tried after that#at the same time he got an alert from the watchtower
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DPxDC Prompt: Who's Child Is This?
Inspired by an ICarly Clip. "Mr. Wayne, we have your son here."
Bruce blinked, then checked the number on the phone. It was from the police station. He then looked around the table which had fallen silent when Alfred had brought him the phone.
Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, and Damian were all accounted for. Even Jon was there so they couldn't have misidentified him as his kid.
"Which one?" Bruce chose to ask.
"Tim Drake."
Bruce looked at Tim specifically as he tilted his head confused. "Are you sure?"
"Oh yeah, Mr. Wayne, we know your boys by now."
"Right... alright, I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Can I ask on why Tim has been taken into custody?"
Tim tilted his head even further while some of the others around the table started chuckling.
"He was found trespassing near the new Axion Labs at the edge of the city. The owner chose not to press charges so we're sending him home in your custody."
"I see, I'll be there soon. Thank you for the call."
"Of course, Mr. Wayne, we'll see you soon."
Bruce ended the call then looked at his kids. "Apparently, Tim has been arrested for trespassing near the Axion Labs construction site."
"And you didn't even invite me?" Dick chuckled at Tim, "We could have had so much fun together."
Tim scrunched his nose at the idea. "No way, that whole area is an OSHA violation. If I went there it wouldn't be out of costume, whoever that kid is was risking his life just walking within a block of it."
"Well, I'm going to go down there and see what 'Tim' was thinking." Bruce got out of his seat, "I'll be back soon."
"New brother?" Cass asked as Damian growled.
"We're going to assume no for now, but we may have another for dinner depending on what's going on."
"I will prepare another seat while you are gone, Master Bruce."
"Thanks, Alfred. I'll be back soon."
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When Bruce walked into the police station he immediately noticed 'Tim' sitting in front of one of the officers desks. It was a newer officer and it was clear that neither Detective Montoya or Commissioner Gordon were in or somebody would have noticed that this kid definitely wasn't Tim.
Yes, the kid had black hair which was on the shorter side but his hair fell in front of his face more than Tim would wear it, and his eyes were unnaturally blue. He was pale in an old hoodie, blue jeans, and red shoes. The biggest difference though was that this kid looked like he was only pushing 15, not 17. Yes, he looked quite a bit like Tim but anybody who had spent more than five minutes with Tim Drake would know they weren't the same person.
"Mr. Wayne." The officer called as Bruce walked over, looking at the kid.
He was thin and pale, which a tired look on his face. He also shrunk away from Bruce when he walked over.
Bruce knew what a kid in trouble looked like. So he smiled down at the kid. "You know, Tim, when I said you could go to the lab to do your science homework I didn't expect you to go all the way to Axion Labs."
The kid looked at him, surprised then seemed to quickly catch on. "What can I say, I had to see what terrible science looked like. Sorry for making you come down here."
"It's fine, but are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, totally." He said, his hand subconsciously moving to his ribs as though he was hurt.
"Alright then you are grounded."
"What?!" 'Tim' squeaked, "Come on-"
"Nope. You are ground... for... 'til... college."
"FOR 'TIL COLLEGE?!"
"For 'til college!"
The officer cleared his throat then held out a clipboard. "If you sign the red x's you can take your son and leave, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce took the papers, quickly looking over it and signing it. It was strange to see that all of the handwriting on the paperwork was adult writing. Had they even asked this kid his name? Once everything was signed he passed it back over to the officer who nodded.
"Looks good. Thanks Mr. Wayne and you stay out of trouble. The whole city knows your face. You're just lucky Mr. Masters didn't want to press charges."
"Yeah, so lucky." The kid rolled his eyes, then stood up and looked up at Bruce. "Can we go now?"
"Sure thing, chum. Come on." Bruce said, leading the kid out of the station and to the car. The kid seemed hesitant as he looked around, his eyes narrowing when they landed on a gentlemen with silver hair in a ponytail, only when the man smiled at 'Tim' did the kid speak up again.
"Come on, Dad, let's get out of here before the stalkers find us." He said, climbing in the front seat and closing the door, much to the annoyance of the silver haired man.
Bruce climbed in the front seat, buckling in and driving away from the station. "So... 'not Tim' what's your name?"
"Danny. Just Danny... sorry about all of that Mr. Wayne. That guy took one look at me and started calling me 'Tim' and when I tried to explain that I wasn't 'Tim' hey called me a liar. But if I gave them my real name then... somebody else was going to come collect me and I didn't want that. So... I let them call me Tim. I'm sorry, I hope it didn't put you out..."
"Not at all. But... are you okay? Why were you at Axion Labs?"
Danny seemed hesitant, "I... it sounds crazy."
"It's Gotham, kid. Crazy things happen all the time..."
"Right... well um... I-I was kidnapped from my home and taken to Axion Labs. I-I escaped and when I was trying to leave the grounds the police saw me and thought I was trespassing. Since the cops were I decided to play along with it..."
Bruce frowned, "Kidnapped? Is... is there somebody I can call?"
Danny shook his head. "I have an older sister who is probably going crazy looking for me but other than her and a couple of friends there wouldn't be anybody. My parents... they were kind of involved. They... they found out something about me and tried to hurt me, I ran to somebody I knew I couldn't trust because I thought maybe he would get his head out of his ass but I was just being an idiot." Danny hugged himself. "You can drop me off anywhere though, you don't have to bother yourself with me or my shit."
Bruce pulled to a stoplight and reached over to the kid who flinched, Bruce waited until he relaxed before Bruce patted his head. "I'm not going to just leave you on the street. Besides, it's late and by now my butler has already dished you some dinner. So at least for tonight you're welcome to stay with me and my kids. We'll get some food in your belly, make sure you're not wounded, let you call your sister, and find a way to get you home. Sound good?" He asked, moving his hand away.
Danny looked at Bruce, seeming a bit untrusting for a moment before he glanced at something near Bruce and relaxed. There was nothing with Bruce, he wasn't carrying anything, but whatever Danny was seeing was enough to put his mind at ease. "Okay... but if anybody tries anything be warned, I bite."
Bruce chuckled, "So do most of the others. You'll fit right in."
'But just what the hell is going on with this kid? Does it have anything to do with that man outside the police station? I've got to get to the bottom of this before this kid leaves, especially if he's still a target.'
#dp x dc prompt#my prompts#maddie and jack didn't take the news well#Vlad got controlling when Danny showed up#Danny just needs a nap#he's just a lil guy#he's never done nothing wrong his entire life
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hi and welcome to
✨bullshit that has ACTUALLY happened somewhere in the Pokémon franchise✨
-a teenaged boy runs away from home because of his abusive mom only to join a crime gang funded by his abusive mom.
-the player character is given a smartphone by and with direct contact to God.
-a man cosplaying God (the same God you got a phone from) attacks you with a demon banished to another dimension.
-a suicide cult led by an evil snowflake kills like one hundred other protagonists.
-there is an entire elemental typing consisting of abused and evil Pokémon that is super effective against everything else.
-the player falls into an alternate world and one of their friends is immediately arrested for playing sports.
-in the thrilling sequel, a bunch of ghosts kidnap children in their amusement park in the Shadow Realm.
-now that I think about it there are like three different games where the player character starts by falling from the sky.
-the protagonist of the TV adaptation has died like seven times, been crucified in Paris, watched several apocalypses, and has watched SO many people die in front of him, and I don’t think he’s brought it up like, ever.
-in one game, you can go on a crusade to brutally conquer the entire continent.
-the player of one game is part of a time loop caused by a magic turtle that indirectly kills one of their friend’s mother. Or father. Depends on the version.
-the player’s adoptive father is possessed by the personification of hate and sends them directly to Hell, then tries to do it again when they get out.
-the mafia’s plan for getting their boss back after he left is to violently hijack a radio station and ask really nicely.
-a space agency’s plan for stopping a meteor form colliding with the earth is to open a wormhole to another dimension. this plan is stopped by a woman in a torn cape who destroys their equipment and robs them.
-the protagonist’s father had a godlike clone fuse his consciousness with a mouse, and fights a man who fused his own consciousness with an alien.
-the one a cult leader chose to be king of his new religion is an abused autistic boy with green hair and wearing a baseball cap.
-you literally rob people’s Pokémon in one game and you’re still the good guy. …is there a gender neutral version of “good guy?”
And now for a BONUS ROUND!
✨shit that has gone down in the Pokémon manga adaptation alone!✨
-terrorists blow up an ENTIRE port city!
-one protagonist spent two years trapped in a Dream Realm™.
-you think that’s bad? TWO protagonists are trapped in the depths of space for like six months!
-you think THAT’S bad?! FIVE protagonists are turned into stone for an indefinite time period!
-a little orphan girl is hypnotized and trapped in a suit of armor.
-they crucify the gym leaders???
-one boy is whipped in the face with a chain used to subjugate the Gods Of Time And Space and he’s literally fine.
-a father punches his son in the face and hurls him down a staircase. The American translation censors this as a lightning strike.
-this same son fell into the ocean because of an earthquake like five chapters after he was introduced.
-one of the current protagonists is basically Wednesday Addams.
-two protagonists were kidnapped by birds and raised by a supervillain.
-two villains try to destroy the environment of an entire country, cause an apocalypse, and are stopped by being trapped in a flying car which crashes.
-a mysterious supervillain saves them— SOMEHOW— and makes them fight to the death for a suit of armor. The one that survives causes the apocalypse AGAIN but dies.
-they both get brought back from Hell to save the world, and after that’s over, they turn to dust and go back to Hell.
-the supervillain who saved them the first time also summons like ten gods and dips out, never to be seen again.
In other words Pokémon is weird (affectionate).
#pokemon#oh i love this franchise#can’t wait for za to make it even weirder#pokémon#pokemon sun and moon#pokemon legends arceus#pla#pokemon mystery dungeon#gates to infinity#pokemon colosseum#pokepark#pokeani#pokemon conquest#pokemon scarlet and violet#scarvio#psmd#pokemon gold and silver#pokemon oras#detective pikachu#pokemon black and white#pokemon xd#pokemon adventures#pokespe
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THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - rafe cameron (+18) - seven (finale)
request: "a rafe enemies to lovers 🫣 the reader is jjs sister the whole drama before but then she gets left behind on the ship and rafe ends up comforting her and then yea that’s all I got you can do whatever else the rest 😛" + "def some little smut during the enemies part and a long story"
word count: 6.3k
warnings: last chapter <3
You’ve been to Kildare County Sheriff’s Department way more times than you care to admit
Being the oldest kid in your family—and somehow the only actual adult—you lost count of how many times you had to drag your dad out of jail between the ages of sixteen and twenty. It felt like a full-time job.
Then there were the countless times you’d been there for your friends.
JJ, for instance, had been taken in more than once for public disturbances. It was almost a given that he'd end up in that shithole whenever there was a party or some kind of trouble brewing. You knew every officer by name, and they knew you too. Some gave you that look—you know, the one that said, “Oh, sweetie, you again?”—while others just shook their heads, probably wondering when you would finally stop playing caretaker and start looking out for yourself.
But you always showed up, no matter what, because that’s what you did. You took care of your own.
The first time you had to pick up your dad, you were sixteen. Brand new driver’s license, barely knew how to parallel park, and boom, you’re getting woken up at like 2 a.m. because your dad’s been arrested. You were shaking the whole time, gripping the steering wheel like your life depended on it, eyes blurry with tears. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him wasted or bruised up, but this time felt different. This time, it hit you that this was gonna be your life now.
You were stuck.
You remember pulling up to the station, parking all kinds of crooked because your hands wouldn’t stop trembling. You ran inside, still half-asleep, and the officer at the desk gave you this sad little smile. “He’s in the back,” he said, like you didn’t already know.
When you saw your dad slumped over, bruised, and barely awake, something inside you just... cracked. He looked up, and for a second, he recognized you. “Hey, kiddo,” he mumbled, still drunk, still out of it. Back then, there was still some part of him left, some shred of the man he used to be.
You signed the papers, helped him stumble to the car, and drove home in silence while he passed out in the passenger seat. It was the first of so many nights like that. And you knew it wasn’t gonna be the last. When you finally pulled into the driveway, you helped him inside and onto the couch. He mumbled a thank you before passing out, his snores filling the room.
Now, sitting in the small, stuffy waiting room of the sheriff’s department, you glance around, feeling a knot of tension tightening in your stomach, the fluorescent lights doing little to help, making everything appear sterile and unforgiving.
You wish you could be anywhere but here.
JJ’s next to you, his leg bouncing like he’s got caffeine running through his veins instead of blood. You’re already annoyed, and it doesn’t help that Rafe is sitting on your other side, looking just as pissed off.
“Will you stop bouncing your leg JJ?” You grit out, already irritated from waiting longer than an hour.
“Why the fuck did he have to come?” JJ mutters, throwing daggers at Rafe with his eyes.
“JJ, not now.” You put your hand on his arm, trying to keep him from starting something. The last thing you need is another fight.
JJ glares, but his jaw clenches shut. “This is so messed up,” he grumbles.
“Messed up is leaving your sister alone with your drunk piece of shit father.”
“Like I knew he was there, you dumbass?” JJ shoots back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Maybe stop leaving her alone.”
“Oh, here we go,” you mutter, feeling the tension rise again. The last thing you need right now is for these two to start another fight.
Ever since JJ came back to the mainland only to pick you up from Taneyhill, things had been…tense. It was one thing to talk about you and Rafe, it was a completely different thing to see you together.
You know your brother hates every second of it.
“Oh, but you wanna talk about drunk pieces of shit? How many times did your daddy bail you out?”
Rafe’s eyes narrow, his fists clenching, “How many times did you make your sister bail you out, huh?”
"You wanna talk about sisters too?"
You shut your eyes, attempting to ignore the way they’re clawing each other’s throats out with tainted insults. It was a miracle they're standing in the same room without killing each other, but you can only take so much. It’s like they’re about to throw punches, right there in the middle of the sheriff’s office.
"Shut the fuck up Maybank."
“Fuck you, Cameron!” JJ snaps, standing up so fast his chair skids backward, “You think you’re better than us?”
Rafe stands up too, stepping closer to JJ, “Better than you? Yes.”
“Don’t act like you’re doing this for her,” JJ scoffs. “You’ve never helped anyone but yourself, you manipulative asshole.”
“That’s enough,” you snap, standing up and stepping between them, pushing them apart. Your voice is shaking with frustration. “You two are going to shut the fuck up or take this shit outside. It’s nine in the morning. I didn’t get a wink of sleep, and I’m not gonna sit here and hear you two bitch it you.”
JJ glares at Rafe over your shoulder. “We don’t need this asshole’s help. We can handle it ourselves.”
Rafe sneers. “Handle it? Like you’ve handled everything else?”
Your brother lunges forward, but you push him back, your voice shaking. “Sit your ass down or leave, I’m not going to repeat myself.”
They both just stare at you, their harsh words still hanging in the air of this stuffy room. The tension is almost suffocating, but there's no way you’re letting them keep tearing each other apart. You’re exhausted, emotionally and physically drained. The last thing you need right now is to play mediator between them… again.
Rafe finally sits down, arms crossed, biting his tongue—for your sake, you know. JJ’s sitting too now, still fidgeting like he always does, tapping his fingers against the armrest.
"Look," you say, your voice still firm, "We're here for a reason. Let's just get through this and get out, okay?"
Your brother just grunts, glaring at the wall like it’s personally offended him. Rafe lets out a sigh and gives you the tiniest nod, like a reluctant “fine.” You sit back down, feeling a bit of the weight in your chest ease up. Rafe leans in and gently takes your hand, mouthing, "I’m sorry." You give it a little squeeze—apology accepted, for now.
JJ notices but looks away too quickly for you to read him. You know he’s pissed, but at least for the moment, he’s staying quiet.
The minutes crawl by, each one feeling like forever, and finally, a cop shows up at the door, calling your name. The three of you stand up at the same time, and Rafe and JJ follow behind you, silent but close, as you walk down the hallway.
The clanging of barred doors shutting behind you makes your stomach twist, and you eventually end up in a small interrogation room. The officer gestures to a chair, "Take a seat." He heads off to get paperwork, and you glance at Rafe, who’s watching you like he’s afraid you might disappear. You know he won’t relax until your dad is completely out of the picture.
Your brother, on the other hand, leans against the wall with crossed arms, a brooding expression on his face. He's always been protective, even if his way of showing it often led to clashes with others. You wish things could be different.
Officer Malcom comes back with a stack of papers, but before you can even look at them, Rafe’s lawyer, Mr. Johnson, walks in. Rafe's had him on speed dial since the whole mess started, and honestly, he's been a lifesaver. He sits beside you, reviewing the papers calmly, and just having him there makes everything feel a little less scary.
“Alright, folks, let's go through this step by step. The first form here is the petition for a temporary restraining order. It outlines the incidents and reasons for seeking protection.”
“Are these incidents documented with the sherrif’s office?” Mr. Johnson's expertise is evident in the way he examines the document meticulously.
“Yes, sir. We have reports dating back to—" Officer Malcom stops for a second, checking the data, “About eight years ago, give or take.”
Rafe’s head snaps in your direction, brows furrowed, clearly pissed off that this has been going on for that long without anyone doing anything. You try to ignore it, focusing on the papers in front of you instead.
“What happens after I file this?
“Once filed, a judge will review the petition. If approved, a temporary restraining order will be issued, usually effective immediately. Then, there'll be a hearing within a few weeks to determine if a permanent order is necessary.”
“What if he doesn't abide by the temporary order?”
The officer only nods sympathetically. “Violating a restraining order is a criminal offense. He could face fines, jail time, or both.”
Rafe’s still looking at you, “Does she have to serve him personally with these papers?”
“It’s crucial that he’s officially notified. We handle that part, though.”
Rafe’s lawyer is taking notes when he speaks up again, “If he contests the order, he’ll have the opportunity to present his side at the hearing. Both parties can bring witnesses or evidence. But based on your father’s behavior, that’s unlikely.”
You hope to God he doesn’t. The thought of seeing him again makes you feel like you might throw up. You take a deep breath, hands itching to twirl a piece of your hair.
“How long does the process usually take?”
You feel a hand touch your shoulder, gently tightening the grip around the skin, you don’t have to look back to know it’s Rafe. By now you know the lines and the ridges of his hands as if they are your own.
"The timeline can vary, but typically, from filing to the hearing, it might take a few weeks. It depends on the court's schedule and any potential delays."
You nod, absorbing the information while trying to steady your breathing. None of this feels real. Not the legal stuff, not the fact that this could actually be over soon. As the conversation continues, Mr. Johnson outlines the next steps clearly, discussing what will happen during and after the hearing.
The officer quickly gathers the papers in his hands, “I’ll get everything started then. Just a moment.”
As he leaves to process the paperwork, a brief silence settles over the room. You exchange glances with JJ and Rafe, both of them entirely too interested of the concrete floor.
“This is the right thing to do, right?”
You know it is. You’ve known for years, but it’s still hard to understand how it came to this. Your life could’ve been so different.
JJ nods, fiddling with his shark tooth necklace, the one you’d given him when he was seven. “Yeah. He shouldn’t be able to just...” He trails off shaking his head.
Rafe squeezes your shoulder once more, then lowers himself to your level and plants a quick peck on your temple, “You’ve got this. It’ll be okay.”
Mr. Johnson finally puts his pen away, turning to you, “I’ll stay on top of the filings and keep you updated on any developments.”
This moment is a culmination of years of struggle. It's daunting, but you’re not alone.
"Thank you.”
JJ shifts his weight, his agitation visible. "I hate this," he mutters.
"I know," you reply, not knowing what else to say.
The door swings open again, and Officer Malcom re-enters, holding a stack of papers. "Alright," he says, handing you a pen. "Just sign here, and we'll get this process started."
You take the pen with shaky hands, knowing there’s no going back after this. As you sign your name, you can't help but sigh in relief.
This is a step towards freedom.
Rafe watches you intently, his eyes full of concern. He reaches out, placing a hand on your back, a little reminder that he's here for you. JJ stands close by, his protective instincts on high alert.
After you finish signing, Officer Malcom takes the papers and gives you a reassuring nod. "We'll take care of the rest. You should hear from us soon about the next steps."
You stand up, feeling a little lighter, but the emotional toll of the day still kicks your ass. As you make your way out of the room, Rafe keeps a steady hand on your back, guiding you.
Once outside, the morning sun feels almost blinding after the harsh fluorescent lights of the station. JJ immediately lights a cigarette, taking a long drag and exhaling with a sigh.
Rafe looks at you, his expression softening. "You're good?"
You nod, managing a small smile. "Yeah, I think so. Thank you for being here, both of you."
JJ smirks, though there's a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Where else would I be?”
You glance at the two men beside you, each representing a different part of your world. Your brother stubs out his cigarette, glancing over at Rafe with an exaggerated sigh. He smirks, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
“Gotta admit, I never thought I'd see the day when 'Rafe the Retch' would be helping us out.”
A laugh escapes your lips before you can stop it, but you quickly cover it up, turning it into a cough. You’d forgotten about that one.
Rafe’s eyebrows shoot up. “'Rafe the Retch'? Seriously, what the fuck?”
“Ask her,” JJ nods in your direction.
“You called me that shit?”
You bite your lip, “To be fair, I called you worse things.”
Rfe tilts his head, hands on his hips, “Like what?”
“You don’t want to know.”
The three of you start walking toward the parking lot, as you reach the cars, JJ pulls you into a quick, tight hug. “We’re gonna get through this,” he murmurs, his voice filled with determination.
You hug him back, “I know, Jay.”
Rafe stands a few feet away, watching the exchange with a thoughtful expression. When your brother finally lets you go, he steps closer, “Ready to go?”
JJ looks at you, the concern in his eyes clear. "I gotta head to work. Do you want a ride home? It's on the way.”
You glance at Rafe, then back at JJ, sensing his reluctance. “No but thank you.”
JJ’s shoulders tense, but he nods, trying to hide his disappointment. "Alright. Just... call me if you need anything, okay?"
You smile, appreciating his concern. "I will. Drive safe."
He nods again, glancing one more time at Rafe before getting into his truck and driving off. You watch him go, knowing that things are still far from being okay between the two of you.
You know he’s never going to change his opinion about Rafe, maybe not until he witnesses the changes in him, but you hope that one day they’ll find some common ground. It’s a lot to ask from your brother, you know that, and it’s why you never push him.
“You sure you’re doing okay?”
You nod, leaning into Rafe now that he stands behind you, “Yeah, just a little tired.”
He wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you towards his car, “Did you get any sleep last night?”
"Barely," you admit. "Just couldn't stop thinking about today.”
He unlocks the car, opening the passenger door for you. "Well, now that it's done, you can rest. I’ll even put that bullshit show you like.”
You gasp ready to punch him in the shoulder, but by the time you turn he’s already on the other side of the car, “Love Island is not a stupid show!”
He chuckles as he starts the engine. "If you say so.”
“You watch it too.”
“Only because you force me to,” Rafe counters, a playful glint in his eyes.
It’s been a month since the nightmare with your dad, and you’ve pretty much been living at Rafe’s new place ever since. Sure, you’ve got your own house, but it just doesn’t feel like home anymore. Rafe’s apartment though? It’s like your little safe haven now. You don’t officially live there, but who are you kidding? Most of your stuff is in his drawers, he’s stocked the bathroom with all your skincare, hair stuff, even a toothbrush. He tried to go all-out, buying you everything, and you kept telling him to stop, but it’s like talking to a wall. You gave up eventually.
As he pulls out of the parking lot, his hand slides over to grab yours. It’s such a simple thing, but it makes the tight feeling in your chest ease a little. You’re both quiet for most of the drive, but it’s not awkward or anything. It’s actually kind of nice. You never imagined he’d be so...attached. Things between you are still...somewhat undefined, but it definitely feels like a relationship. That thought is pushed to the back of your mind for now. It's just not the right moment to talk about it—not with his father’s trial only weeks away and your own dad still recovering in the hospital.
When you pull up to his apartment, the building feels familiar in a way that makes your stomach flip. He hops out of the car and, as usual, rushes around to open your door for you. It’s such a small thing, but it always makes your heart race.
Once inside, the place feels so different from the craziness of the day. It’s cozy, warm, and just... safe. You kick off your shoes and flop onto the couch, sinking into the cushions.
“Wanna watch your show?” Rafe asks, giving you that half-smile you’ve come to love.
You chuckle, feeling lighter than you have all day. “And you say you don’t love it.”
He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, navigating to the show. As the familiar theme song starts playing, you snuggle closer to him, finding comfort in the routine. It's all trashy drama and ridiculous contestants, but it’s the distraction you desperately need. Rafe’s arm stays around you, like always. But as the episode progresses, your eyelids grow heavy. The events of the day, combined with the sleepless night, catch up to you. You feel yourself drifting off, your head resting against Rafe’s chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm lulling you to sleep.
“Rest, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing whisper. “I’ve got you.”
Next thing you know, you wake up to the smell of something cooking. Blinking your eyes open, you realize Rafe’s in the kitchen, and the living room is dimly lit. A blanket slips off your shoulders as you sit up, and when you look over, he’s already smiling at you.
You’ve seen him smile more times over the past month than all the years you had “known” him combined. It looks good on him, makes him look younger.
Stretching, you ask, “What’s all this?”
“Dinner. Figured you could use a good meal,” he says casually, like it’s no big deal that he’s cooked for you.
You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. “Look at you, Chef Rafe.”
Ever since he moved in on his own, he’s been slowly learning how to take care of himself. You’ve caught him watching cooking and deep cleaning videos more times you can count. You find it endearing. It makes your chest ache, in a good way, to watch him slowly turn into his own person, not the Rafe his father shaped him to be.
He chuckles, giving you a quick forehead kiss. “Eat before it gets cold.”
You sit down, and the first bite has you practically moaning. He snorts at your reaction, but you can tell he’s proud of himself. As you eat, though, you notice he seems a little off. His shoulders are tight, and there’s something in his eyes that makes you pause. You reach across the table, placing your hand over his.
"What is it?”
“Nothing.”
“Rafe. What’s wrong?”
He hesitates, then sighs. “Got a call from my lawyer. About Ward.”
The mention of his dad sends a chill down your spine. “What about him?”
Rafe’s thumb brushes your knuckles as he looks down. “He wants to talk.”
“Do you want to talk to him?”
Rafe's jaw tightens, and he lets out a slow breath. “Yeah. But every time I’ve tried to stand up to him, it’s backfired."
You squeeze his hand, “He can’t hurt you anymore, you know that, right? You're not the same person you were before," you remind him gently. "You've grown so much, Rafe. You’ve made your own life."
He looks up at you, his gaze softening. The intensity in his eyes is clear—vulnerability, determination, and a deep-seated fear. It's as if he’s silently pleading for your reassurance, for the strength to face his demons.
“You think so?”
It's in the way his eyes become softer when they meet yours, the slight quiver in his lips, the way he holds your hand just a little tighter.
“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Okay. I…I’ll think about it.”
The two of you finish dinner, the conversation shifting to lighter topic. After cleaning up, you find yourselves back on the couch, the TV playing quietly in the background.
Everything feels so domestic it pulls at your heartstrings. And it hits you how much you love this, just being here with him.
But you can still feel the tension rolling off him. You turn to him, tracing little patterns on his chest. “You’re still worried, huh?”
He sighs, throwing his head against the cushions, his hand coming up to rest on yours. "Yeah. I’m scared talking to him will pull me back into that dark place.”
You press a kiss to his clothed chest. “You won’t go back there. Not while I’m here.”
He tightens his hold on you, “You know you’re too good for this world. It’s ridiculous.”
You narrow your eyes, “Am not.”
“Yeah, you are, Pretty Maybank.”
There it is. That nickname. “You know that’s so stupid, right?”
He grins, completely unbothered. “You love it.”
You nudge him with your elbow. “I tolerate it.”
He catches your hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. “Fits you perfectly.”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the grin tugging at your lips.
“If you say so.”
His eyes soften as he looks at you, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hand. “I do.”
“Shup up,” You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. “Don’t even know how you came up with that shit.”
Rafe laughs, the sound low and rumbling, his hand moving to rub your leg. “It’s really stupid.”
You raise an eyebrow, teasing. “’Course it is.”
“Remember when we were fourteen, and we were both at the beach for that huge surf competition? You were this cocky, skilled little girl with an ego bigger than the waves.”
“And you were a suck-up mother—"
“Anyways,” He rolls his eyes, ignoring the way you tried to cut him off, his hand now lightly squeezing your knee, “You were out there showing off, catching wave after wave. I was so fucking annoyed."
You raise an eyebrow, giving him a skeptical look. “Oh, so you were secretly in awe of me?”
“Maybe,” he admits with a sheepish grin. “Or maybe I was just bitter because you made me look bad.”
“I made everyone look bad.”
“Okay, Gabriel Medina. You were out there showing off, making everyone watch you like you owned the ocean. All the boys were ogling you, calling you pretty, and you were loving every second of it.”
You smirk, remembering the day. "I was pretty good, wasn’t I?”
“Good?” He snorts, shaking his head as his fingers trail up and down your thigh. “You were more than good, you were unreal.”
"Yeah, yeah, so how does that tie into the nickname?”
“You came out of the water, hair all messy, sand on your skin, but you had this huge smile. One of the boys called you 'Pretty Maybank,' and you just laughed, brushing it off. But I— I guess I remembered it. It fit you.”
You blink, momentarily thrown off, "I...I didn’t know you remembered that."
“You’re kinda hard to forget Maybank.”
Your heart flutters at his words, the sincerity in his voice making it hard to breathe, “Shut up.”
He leans in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, his hand cradling the back of your head. It only lasts a few seconds, before you’re pulling away, mumbling against his lips.
“You know, it’s funny. Back then, I thought you were just this arrogant piece of shit who was always trying too hard to fit in.”
“That’s so sweet.”
You cup his face, brushing your thumbs across his cheeks, “Hmm. You were always showing off, too.”
“Well,” he drawls, pulling you a little closer, his arms wrapping around your waist, “We both grew out of that phase. Mostly.”
“Mostly,” you agree with a grin. “But I guess some things never change.”
“Yeah,” He doesn't take his eyes off your face, “Some things don’t change.
There’s a brief silence, filled with the quiet sound of the TV and the comfortable presence of each other. His fingers continue to trace patterns on your hand, and you can feel his earlier stress easing if only a little.
“I don’t want to mess this up,” He admits quietly, “With you.”
“We’ve come this far, haven’t we?”
Rafe’s fingers gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, “Yeah, we have.”
“I’ll keep you in check, Cameron.”
He holds you tighter, his breath mingling with yours. “You're too good for me, y’know that?”
You laugh, “I know.”
Before you can react, his fingers are dancing across your sides, tickling you mercilessly. You squeal, wriggling and trying to escape his grasp, but he’s relentless.
"Rafe!” You gasp between fits of laughter.
"Say sorry,” he demands, his fingers still working their magic.
"Never!" you manage to choke out, tears of laughter streaming down your face.
He grins wickedly, the movement driving your tummy insane.
"Wrong answer."
You squirm in his grip, the tickling intensifying. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" you finally relent, breathless and giggling.
Rafe stops, his hands coming to rest on your waist. His grin is triumphant, but there's a softness in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat. "That's what I thought," he muses, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You catch your breath, still smiling. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be a tough guy, you’re surprisingly good at this domestic stuff."
He chuckles, pulling you closer until you're nestled against him.
"What can I say? You bring out the best in me, Pretty Maybank."
"I like this," you admit softly. "Being here with you, just... us."
"Me too," Rafe murmurs, his hand gently stroking your hair. "Feels right, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does.”
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Three weeks later, Rafe finally agrees to visit Ward in prison.
His lawyer arranged the meeting, emphasizing the importance of having this conversation to find closure. Despite your protests, Rafe insisted on doing this alone. Plus, prison's security measures are stringent, and there’s no way you could accompany him inside.
Instead, you’re stuck waiting outside, the anxiety killing you slowly. You're sitting on a bench outside the high-security prison, your foot tapping nervously against the ground.
The sun is blazing, making the wait even more unbearable. You wish you could be in there with him, supporting him. You glance at the ugly building, feeling desperate to get the hell away. Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your thoughts. It’s a text from JJ.
"how's it going?"
You quickly type back.
"he just went in. kinda losing my mind out here."
"he’ll be okay. devil spawn and all yk".
"not helping???"
"my bad sis, just trying to lighten the mood. seriously though, he's got this."
You sigh, putting your phone down and glancing around the barren surroundings. The high walls and barbed wire of the prison seem to loom even larger now. Time drags on, every minute feels like an hour. You find yourself looking at the entrance every few seconds, hoping to see Rafe walk out.
Inside, Rafe is led through a maze of corridors, the echo of his footsteps bouncing off the cold concrete walls. The guards are stoic, their faces expressionless as they guide him to the visitation room. His heart pounds in his chest, but he forces himself to stay calm, to stay focused. He's going to be just fine.
When he finally walks in the room, he sees Ward already seated, the older man looking surprisingly composed. Of course he'd care about his appearance even when he's locked up. There's a glass partition between them, with phones on either side for communication. Rafe sits down, picking up the phone with a shaky hand. He wishes you were here.
Ward's eyes are piercing as they lock onto Rafe's. "Look who finally decided to visit," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Took you time, boy."
Rafe takes a deep breath. This is it.
"Only came to tell you something."
Ward raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Oh? And what's that? That you’re an ungrateful piece of shit?”
Ignore him, your voice echoes in his head. He knew Ward was going to try to get a rise out of him and he hates that it might work.
"I'm done," Rafe says, his voice steady. "You don't control me anymore."
“After everything I've done for you?"
Rafe's grip on the phone tightens. "You didn't do shit for me. You did it for yourself."
Ward leans forward, his eyes narrowing. "You have no idea what you're talking about, boy. You need me."
"No, I don't," Rafe retorts, “No one needs you.”
Ward's eyes flash with anger, but he quickly masks it with a calculating smile. "Is that what you really think, son? That you can just walk away from everything? From me?"
Rafe feels a rush of anger fighting it's way up his throat, but he holds it back, remembering your words. He takes another breath, steadying himself, “I don’t care.”
Ward's smile fades, replaced by a sneer. "You think you're so strong now, don't you? Do you think you can survive out there without my influence? The world is a cruel place, Rafe. You won't last a day. You think that Maybank trash is gonna solve all your problems, huh?”
“You’re not getting under my skin.”
Ward's eyes narrow further, and he leans in closer to the glass, his voice dropping to a whisper. "So, it’s about her now, is it? What makes you think she’ll be any better for you than I was? She doesn’t know you like I do."
Rafe’s temper flares, but he forces himself to stay calm. He can’t take the bait.
"Keep her out of this.”
“You think you’re so righteous, so superior. You’ll need more than just some girl to get you through.”
“I don’t need you,” Rafe insists, his voice firm. “I never did.”
Ward’s expression turns cold once more, but there’s a flicker of something—maybe regret, maybe just a reflection of his anger. “You can pretend you’re free, but you know I’m not so easily forgotten.”
Rafe takes a deep breath, forcing himself to stay composed. “I don’t need to hear anything else from you. I’m done.”
“You won’t be able to keep her safe.”
He knew the conversation wouldn’t be longer than five minutes.
He stands up abruptly, the phone clattering against the partition as he drops it. He doesn't need to hear Ward any more. He turns his back on his father and walks out of the room, the door clanging shut behind him. As he walks back through the maze of corridors, his thoughts turn to you, knowing you’re outside overthinking and ready to hug the live out of him.
He’s striding to you the moment he sees you. You're still on the bench, trying to distract yourself with your phone, but it’s no use. You jump up, rushing over to him. You’re always so endearing to him it pains him to know he hurt you so badly over the years.
“You okay?”
Rafe’s arms wrap around you, finally breathing normally. His breath is warm against your ear as he whispers, “Yeah. I’m okay.”
You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as if you can protect him from the Ward’s harshness. “I was going crazy waiting out here.”
“Sorry for making you wait,” Rafe murmurs, his voice muffled against your shoulder.
“I don’t care,” You pull back slightly, your hands moving to cup his face. Your fingers trace the lines of his jaw, feeling the faint stubble beneath your touch, “You did what you needed to do. And I’m proud of you.”
He smiles a small, tired smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “Needed to hear that. Thank you.”
You nod, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “For what?” you ask, leaning into him again. “You did great, baby. You stood up to him. That takes so much strength.”
You take his hand, your fingers intertwining with his as you lead him away from the prison. His grip is strong, his palm warm against yours. The two of you walk in silence for a moment, the only sound the gravel crunching beneath your feet. You glance at him, noting the way his shoulders have relaxed a litte.
“I felt it. Like a weight lifting off me. It’s not completely gone, but it’s lighter.”
You stop walking, turning to face him fully. Your free hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. It had grown so much over the past few weeks. “And it’ll keep getting lighter,” you assure him.
“You think?”
“I know. You’ll keep needing to stand up to him,” you acknowledge, “But it will get easier each time.”
His hand brushes a stray hair from your face, copying your earlier movement. “And you’ll be here with me?”
“Always.”
Rafe’s expression softens, the hard edges smoothed away by the promise in your words. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
His lips linger there.
“You really are too good for me,” he murmurs against your skin, the sound blending with the hum of the car engines in the distance.
“I know.”
He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. The intensity in his gaze takes your breath away, but it’s a different kind of intensity than you’re used to seeing in him. It’s softer, more open, and entirely focused on you.
“Let’s go home."
You nod, a smile spreading across your face. “Yeah, let’s go home.”
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Yandere Alphabet Sebastian Solace
From the author: hello everyone. I apologize for the abrupt disappearance after the first posts. There was a lot of shit going on in real life. And now especially, especially when I almost had a panic attack. This post... a small attempt to somehow cope with all the emotional problems. Ahem, I apologize for the mistakes, because English is not my native language and I used a translator. Yes, and I just got over it now... Tears, that's it. If I feel better (and a positive reaction will be enough), then I will write a small sketch using this post.
Warning: dr#g use without consent, threat of broken bones, threat of bondage, slight isolation, hint of c#nnib#lism. If you are for the fact that yandere Sebastian is gentle or dark, then you are absolutely not here. The author does not approve of the above written in real life.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
— Due to so many years of literal torture and DNA implantation, Sebastian has forgotten how to show love and affection. At least, that's what many people imagine.
— Thanks to vague memories of his past, he often gives "gifts". These are usually very rare deceased marine life that he found while exploring the complex. Most often, he drags soft objects such as pillows and blankets to another person.
— It is worth considering that he will often be... Biting his beloved is not strong, of course, but deep enough and in prominent places so that the bite mark remains as long as possible.
— In rare moments, Sebastian can clamp his beloved with his tail and hands, preventing them from moving. Such moments last quite a long time — from several hours to even days. But don't be afraid, he will feed you.
— About feeding... Sometimes Sebastian intentionally brings dead marine life and forces the beloved to eat them raw, saying that he did not find a normal meal for you, and that's all he found, and there is no necessary equipment to cook.
— And I. Don't even think about giving up this "meal", because he can get very angry at you the longer and more persistently you refuse.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
— This case can be described as follows: rarely, but aptly.
— Sebastian hates people, especially getting dirty in their blood. But when the threat is directed either at him, or at the beloved, or at his refuge, then... Yes. It's better not to see it. In particular, you don't need to know where that poor guy's body goes next.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
— Despite his hatred of people, which he skillfully hides by contacting them in his store, especially if you are a person yourself, but in moments of his bad mood, Sebastian can mock you. Especially when you are trying to escape or are somehow stubborn, protesting against his actions and the like.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
— It all depends on how his beloved behaves. If they try to escape more than once, he will give them a "medicine" in order to keep them in a sluggish and weakened state in the shelter.
— Well, he also locks them in a shelter while he goes out to get supplies. For good behavior, they may not even tie you up and tie you to the railing of the stairs.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
— It's not much... It is difficult, especially when Sebastian vaguely remembers his life before his arrest and experiments.
— But if he is in a good mood, he can talk about his past. Especially about his cat, whom he misses.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
— Definitely an annoyance. And the stronger and longer the beloved resists, the stronger his irritation, turning into anger.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
— Sebastian does not consider this a game, even though he finds it funny to watch the escape attempts of the beloved and their plans for this. But still, he is serious that even for the sake of his "fun" he does not allow another to escape.
— So, yes. the DNA of the same white shark, which awakens in him the instincts of pleasure over the attempts of another to escape.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
— Oh, definitely quite strong and a decent dose of "medicine" if the beloved misbehaves for too long. Sebastian rarely uses physical punishments. Except when he is very, very driven. Then he will definitely break a couple of bones in his legs.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
— Sebastian just doesn't know. The arrest and experiments forced him to think about the present, not the future. Especially when there is a looming danger over him because of his mutations. And not only that.
— But somewhere in the tender moments with his beloved, he definitely thought about having a family with them. And also a safe place where they both don't need anything and no one bothers them.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
— As long as the other person does not speak directly and flirt, or God forbid, does not try to touch the other, then Sebastian is ready to be patient. And if any of this happens, he immediately throws this person out of his store and forbids him to come back. Believe me, this is the mildest thing he can do in bouts of jealousy.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
— Believe it or not, but it's pretty good, let it depend on the mood. Sebastian definitely likes to hold his beloved with his tail and sleep in this position, curled up in the "nest". Bite them, thereby marking them. As it was written above, he gives, albeit sometimes gloomy gifts: dead marine life, someone's bones. But it's definitely nice to get the same pillows and blankets from him. On particularly "lucky" days, he may even bring some simple puzzles, blank paper, and writing supplies. Or even the clean clothes of the employees! And also, as it was written, he definitely likes to watch the beloved eat the food he brought.
— However, do not try to annoy him in any way or, God forbid, make him angry. And even if nothing serious happens for the first time, it's better not to push your luck.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
— He will definitely compose a little poetry and read it to you. But mostly his love language, if you can call it that, is gifts, not particularly frequent physical contact, as well as... preening when Sebastian's mood is definitely high. He likes to mess with the hair of his beloved, untangling tangles with his claws and cleaning them from dirt. But it's definitely somehow caused by injected DNA and getting some instincts. Well, Sebastian can also be a good gentleman.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
— Yes. Quite a lot if you continue to test his patience.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
— It varies depending on how much his patience is exhausted. If he speaks from the most harmless to severe punishment, then it goes something like this: stronger and deeper bites that leave a scar; short-term deprivation of food; small doses of "medicine"; medium doses; a large dose; broken bones, usually legs.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
— Freedom, defined. Sebastian will definitely lock the beloved in the shelter while he goes on business. But even without that, he still has no intention of letting them out of his sight, especially when they are not the first to try to escape or behave badly.
— It will also definitely monitor your meals with extreme care and sleep patterns.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
— Surprisingly, he is quite patient. But even such patience has its limits.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
— Sebastian will refuse to believe that their beloved has died. By that time, he will have time to get very attached and it will be a blow to him. So be prepared for the fact that he will simply lose the remnants of his humanity and will babysit your body by locking himself in a shelter.
— Well, if it's an escape... It won't be difficult for him to find you. He knows this place like his own... "Five" fingers. Plus, his senses are highly developed, as are his newfound instincts.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
— Definitely not for both questions. And even if Sebastian hated people and if you are a person yourself, he will not let you go.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
— After the accusation that he did not commit, years of experimentation on him, torture, as well as the loss of some memories, you evoke in him... Something really different and new, amidst all this hatred and irritation. This feeling made him relax a little, feel the warmth in his chest and just made his barely controlled instincts calm down.
— You can say that he is really curious. Plus... Years of loneliness in this cruel situation are making themselves felt.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
— Definitely a confusion. Why do you want to come back at all? There, on the surface, you will find a much more cruel world than here, next to it. Yes, the conditions here are not so good, but it is much better than sitting behind bars in a dirty cell or, God forbid, being a test subject of these disgusting people.
— Despite the confusion, Sebastian understands these feelings. But he definitely didn't want to watch the situation worsen. He will definitely give you "medicines" to let you forget, but he will not work hard with it. After all, Sebastian does not want to be like the people who conducted experiments on him.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
— Not really.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
— It's definitely that Sebastian has become a monster, without a shred of humanity. Despite everything, he still misses the time when he was human, and these words will infuriate him. Plus, the same flashlight or flash in sensitive eyes. This disorients him for a few seconds.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
— Mentally? Not much. Physically? Quite a lot, and it depends on how much you've exhausted his patience.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
— It depends on a lot of things. From the time you are with him, situations have occurred, especially those related to your life. The longer you stay with him and the more situations there are related to your life, the more he will begin to take care of you. But as for the conquest, this is another story and much longer, because Sebastian lost that normal part of himself, acting on the basis of instincts and vague memories.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
— It depends on the situation.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
— Oh, Sebastian, which is a little surprising, will try to prevent this. He doesn't want a man like you to become even a little bit like him.
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One of the darkest aspects of atsv is how Gwen was groomed. When Jess and Miguel took her in, I got "vibes," so to speak. The trailers obviously didn't help, but those painted Miguel in a bad light, unlike Jess.
Gwen, a 15-16 year old, goes with these two in the heat of a tense moment. I don't think anyone had ill intentions, but that doesn't negate the results.
I was shocked when we learned that Gwen hadn't gone home in months. Jess and Miguel become her whole world and take on the roles of her parental figures. In this time, she has become emotionally dependent on them and their approval. Gwen is scared to disappoint them. She's threatened with being returned to her dimension with no support, a place where last anyone saw, her father was trying to arrest her for murder.
Jess uses Gwen's admiration and dependence to manipulate her. She knows Gwen fears letting her down. She goes from being smiley and supportive to blunt and cold.
Gwen is scared. Whether they intended to or not, Miguel and Jess essentially groomed and emotionally abused her. The second she justifiably makes a mistake or just acts like a normal teen who lacks interpersonal relationships, they send her home.
At any point did they try to help Gwen reconcile with her dad? What did they tell her so she'd be fine with her father dying?
I know the dictionary definition is more of a nsfw nature, but I do believe it can occur in just a manipulative manner. They took in a vulnerable child, manipulated her, and threw her out.
Her whole arc reads like a kid disowned for coming out.
Note: I'm a black woman. It's not my job to make you guys feel comfortable with a clearly uncomfortable topic. Complain to the studio who wrote the film. I no longer argue with people who assume the worst of my posts or misinterpret what I painstakingly try to clarify. I don't care. It's my post, and I shall delete and block whoever I want. I'm not the government.
Like it or not, Jess and Miguel, grown adults, take a child with them. They are responsible for her. That is how that works. POC aren't free from criticism. POC can be evil to white women. This is a fictional movie, bitch to the studio who made them the obvious bad guys.
Thank you 😊
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My favorite thing in almost all timetravel fix-it desmond fics is when he casually mentions like "Oh, that guy is hot." And (depending on when he got sent back, I'm using ezio for this), ezio is like *gasp* "Did you just admit to... liking MEN?!" and desmond is just like "...we kill people Ezio😐. I think if they arrested me, it would be for the multiple acts of terriosm." It is so funny every time
#i cant get enough of it#its so funny every time#*clutches pearls* “YOU LAY WITH MEN?”#“we murder people like on a regular basis...i think we have bugger problems here”#AND HES SO REAL FOR THAT#assassin's creed#desmond miles#silly desmond#ezio auditore
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The Arrangement (6) - Broken
Chapter summary: A long overdue conversation is finally had and things take a turn....
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Mentions of past trauma.
Word count: 5.7k
Series Masterlist . Ao3
If you could have it your way, you'd immediately cast Mage Hand and shove Ava through the deepest pits of the Underdark, all the way down to Grymforge and until she was faced with molten lava rivers coursing below her.
Whether you'd drop her or not would entirely depend on a set of answers you intended on squeezing out of her – quite literally, if possible.
You crossed your arms, watching as the woman dressed in a burgundy red dress made her way inside, holding that nauseating and overly sweet smile of hers.
She came bearing a satchel, which she handed to Astarion as soon as she stood before him.
“Are you well?” she asked, holding his free hand momentarily.
He gave her a dramatic sigh. “Within reason. It's hardly an ideal scenario, but I'll manage.”
She rubbed her thumb across the back of his hand, nodding with supposed concern on her face.
Something about the way she looked at him made you want to gauge your eyes out.
Ugh…
It took an inhuman amount of mental fortitude and no less amount of restraint to keep yourself from scoffing.
Gale gave you an inquisitive side-glance, but remained silent.
“Who's this? Your playmate?”
Ah.
Lae'zel's bluntness could render many speechless and rabid at worst or slightly taken aback at best.
It seemed that Ava fell under an unexpected third category: sheer amusement.
But it was Astarion who spoke for her, “Ever so direct, Lae'zel." He let out a dramatic laugh. "Charming as always."
"I do not care for such frivolities."
His face dropped with an eye-roll. "It was a joke."
"You're the only one laughing."
You had to hold back a chuckle.
Astarion merely glared at her.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “So, who is she? Your hairdresser?”
“This is Lae'zel – a githyanki extraordinaire. Fierce in battle with her sword and off the field with her words, as you can tell.”
Ava extended an arm out to her, earning a scoff from Lae'zel who refused to return the courtesy.
You beamed in joy at her antics.
Astarion moved to your side and Ava immediately spoke up before he could, “Oh, we've already met.”
“Ah, yes. At The Blushing Mermaid?” he said, tapping his chin.
“More than once.”
You scowled. “A single encounter would have been one too many.”
He glared at you, squinting his eyes inquisitively.
“Feisty . I like you already.” she said with a pout.
You considered hexing her right there and then.
Just like with Lae'zel, she extended a hand out to you.
You crossed your arms instead, earning a narrowed glare from Astarion.
Ava's overly sweet smile only widened.
Astarion then waved dismissively at the only person in the room he had yet to introduce.
“Oh - and that is Gale.”
Unlike you and Lae'zel, he moved to take one of Ava's hand in his own before planting a kiss on the back. “Gale of Waterdeep. What a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, madam."
Gale!
The betrayal had you shooting invisible daggers at him through your eyes.
Ava brought a hand to her chest. “What a gentleman.”
Your patience now spent, you moved towards her. “Where did you go after I ran into you at The Blushing Mermaid?”
Ava turned to face you. “A rather intrusive question, dear.”
“Answer it.”
Astarion was scowling already.
“No. I don't think I will.”
You felt the familiar tingles of fire magic spread along the palm of your hand.
“Where were you when we got arrested, then?”
Gale seemed utterly confused and Lae'zel's face twisted in amusement.
Ava's smile didn't waver once. “She's adorable, Astarion.”
“You little-”
Astarion was already on you before you could lunge forward, rooting you in place.
“Would you excuse us for a moment?” he swiftly interjected, effectively silencing you.
Before you could voice out a protest, you felt him tug at your hand until you were pacing in front of him before bringing both hands to grip your shoulders and prevent you from deterring off the intended path.
“Hey!” you huffed in annoyance.
“Do make yourself at home, darling,” you heard his sweet voice behind you.
“I shall.” Ava chirped.
Your temper exploded from their exchange.
“Actually - don't!” You shouted over your shoulder only to earn a warning squeeze from him.
Astarion pushed you rapidly along the corridor until you were being guided into your own room, door slamming closed behind you.
You immediately jerked away from his grip, turning back around with an indignant growl.
“What in the Nine Hells has gotten into you?” he asked through gritted teeth.
Oh, you were so ready to blow up.
“Me? What is she doing here?”
He quirked an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms. “Is this another one of your jealousy tantrums?”
You gasped at his nerve, outrage nearly blinding you for a split second.
“What – no! I am not jealous! I just dislike her!”
He nodded. “Stating the obvious, but why?”
You groaned in exasperation. “Why what? ”
“Why do you dislike her this much? Surely there must be a solid reason – other than jealousy, that is.”
Insufferable and impossible man!
For a moment, you pondered your answer, not wanting your disdain for her to come across as unwarranted.
But you failed.
Miserably.
“She's… icky! There is something really off about her,” you said, sounding far too exasperated to your liking. “I think she…”
You paused briefly, and Astarion furrowed his brows, waiting for you to go on.
Well.
Maybe you should just voice out your suspicions.
“I think she had something to do with us getting arrested - or that man dying. Maybe both.”
He glared at you in silence for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.
“Oh, aren't you just cute?” He said with a click of his tongue. “Ava would gain nothing from such an ordeal.”
You were fuming at his antics, but tried to rein in your temper. “What does that mean?”
“You'll just have to trust me on this.”
What?
“Are you being serious?”
He tilted his head. “I fail to see how my private affairs are of your concern.”
You placed both hands on your hips, glaring at him with perplexity. “You brought her to my home, so it starts being my concern.”
“Please – as if I want to be here in the first place.”
“Then leave.” You immediately suggested, pointing to the door.
He scoffed with a grimace. “Alright. I will.”
“Great.”
“Wonderful.”
He turned to leave, but suddenly halted as he glanced at the covered window to his right.
You crossed your arms, raising your brows. “Well?”
He twirled on his feet, giving you an artificial smile. “Could it perhaps wait until nightfall, darling? I'm afraid ‘burning to ashes under the midday sun’ isn't quite an invigourating activity to indulge in.”
Your shoulders slumped as he disarmed you with his words.
A wave of sickening guilt took hold of you.
Shit.
What a ridiculous thing to have suggested to him, and even more ridiculous that you two just couldn't seem to be on the same page for more than a few hours at a time.
“I'm sorry.”
He waved a dismissive hand. “Think nothing of it.”
“I'm really not jealous,” you said with a sigh.
It was true.
For the most part.
“I just worry.”
His features softened and the room plunged into silence.
Astarion eventually broke it with a sigh. “She used to be a monster hunter.”
You arched an eyebrow in disbelief. “A monster hunter?”
He nodded.
You had seen your fair share of monster hunters throughout your travels, and if there was one thing you knew for certain was that Ava did not look the part at all.
“And you trusted her word?”
He snorted. “Kind of hard not to with a stake pressed to my chest.”
Your eyes widened in horror. “She did what?!”
“Do calm down. I was just as skeptical when I first met her, so I foolishly asked for proof,” he said with a shrug. “Let's just say my doubts were put to rest.”
Your mouth dropped open in sheer perplexity.
So Astarion had been meddling with someone who hunted his kind for a living.
This was a whole new level of… derangement. Even coming from him.
You found your voice once again. “And you trusted after that?”
“Yes.”
You blinked. “She hunts… vampires!”
“You never listen to me properly, do you? I said she ‘used’ to be one. She practices Alchemy now.”
A lump rose in your throat. “So…. you and her…”
“Let's just say that we found a sweet spot in between and we each provide something useful to the other.”
You gave him a level look. “An arrangement?”
“I suppose you could call it that.”
Another one? Was Astarion hoarding these? First you and now… her?
And what could she possibly provide him?
And then it was as if your body was engulfed in ice shards.
Wait…
“So… what are the terms?”
Did you even want to know?
He seemed to be wondering whether or not to reply, but eventually spoke, “Well, she helps me feel more at ease in terms of being close to others... intimately.”
Your heart sunk into the deepest pits of your core.
“What?”
Now he looked rather impatient, rolling his eyes. “Do not jump to conclusions. She offered a helping hand once she realised how I... severe this was."
Oh.
“When you walked in on us the other night with her naked by my side… nothing had happened.”
You remembered him telling you this.
“Nothing ever does,” he continued, his words sounding slightly bitter. “So I take comfort in her naked form, but only so that my body can get used to it. Nothing more and nothing less.
A pang of discomfort ran through you and you suddenly felt like an idiot.
The rage you felt towards her dwindled rapidly as you understood the true nature of their arrangement.
Ava was merely helping him out with his intimacy.
“Oh.”
“I suppose ‘oh’ covers it.” he said nonchalantly.
“And what does she get in return?”
He shrugged. “My blood.”
What?!
He had to be joking.
You felt the scalding flames of rage for Ava take over your entire body all at once.
Your jaw dropped and you were at a loss for words.
“You – idiot! ” you growled in a fit of pure outrage, smacking his arm. “A blood merchant?! ”
He was scowling so deeply the lines on his face sank tenfold. “Do you think of me as a child?” he spat, suddenly towering over you. “I treaded this world long before you were even thought into existence.”
“Oh – please do tell me more, you ancient… tree! ” you blurted out, nearly wincing at the weak insult you had just hurled at him.
He snorted. “Your flattery needs working as usual.”
You ignored his taunt. “A blood merchant? Seriously? ”
“She is not one!”
“Then what does she want with your blood?”
“She is doing some research. That is all you need to know,” he ground out between gritted teeth.
Before you could retort, a soft knock on the door was heard.
“Astarion? Ava is leaving,” Gale spoke.
He threw one final scowl at you before heading out.
“Judging from the murderous look on your face, I imagine the conversation wasn't all that pleasant, my friend.”
You clenched your fists tight, brushing past Gale to follow Astarion.
By the time you reached the ample room, you were met with Ava giving his shoulder a tight squeeze.
She gave you a final glare, that sickening smile of hers still dancing on her lips. “I'll be seeing you soon.”
Then she turned to leave as Astarion exchanged a tense look with you.
You felt a gentle hand on your arm and flinched.
Shadowheart.
“If it's of any comfort to you, I am also suspicious of her aura,” she said with a grimace. “Although I can't say I'm surprised he would surround himself with such company.”
Heaving a deep sigh, you sank on the nearby cushioned chair.
She lowered herself at your side, offering you an all-black vial.
You raised a brow. “What is this?”
As you had come to expect from Shadowheart, she gave you the warmest of smiles. “Lavander extract mixed in with some herbs. It is said to keep the worst terrors of the night at bay,” she said, giving your forearm a gentle squeeze. “The apothecary did mention it is only a temporary fix. You must address the root cause of these dreams, friend.”
Your eyes immediately landed on Astarion who was busy emptying the contents of the satchel Ava had brought him.
Shadowheart followed your line of sight and gave you a knowing nod. “The two of you speak but neither listens, and I care too much for you to watch your light dim for him.”
You swallowed hard.
She was right.
Of course she was.
You took the tiny vial in your hand. “Thank you, my friend.”
She nodded curtly. “I shall keep an eye on him lest he does something foolish to you.”
And you knew she meant every single word.
How many times had you counted to twenty? You'd lost track of it already.
Maybe increasing it to thirty and repeating it many more times over would help you muster the courage to do this.
You kept on rasping your knuckles softly against the door to his room, but not soundly enough to provoke a knock.
It was becoming unbearable.
You felt as if something was constantly gnawing and clawing at you from the inside out.
“I can hear you breathing, you know.”
His voice startled you, your heart skipping a beat.
Taking a deep breath for added courage, you gripped and turned the doorknob, swiftly pushing the door open.
There he was.
Sitting by the windowsill, bathed in moonlight as he flipped through a book that lay pressed against his thigh.
He looked positively… ethereal.
The candles scattered across the room, made it feel more homely and inviting.
“Sneaking up on a rogue? My, my… feeling bold tonight, are we?”
Your heart faltered momentarily.
He didn't lift his head to meet you, and you were thankful for this.
You were having a hard time keeping yourself together. Beads of sweat pooled in the palms of your hands and you tried your best to keep your breathing as even as possible.
But this needed to happen.
And depending on the direction of this conversation, you might just leave his room feeling even more heartbroken than before.
“We need to talk.”
That caught his attention, and his crimson eyes met yours.
He arched an elegant brow, pressing the book shut. “Go on.”
Suddenly, you felt cold.
No… freezing .
As if the weight of his stare steadily drained the warmth from your body, even with your robe tightly wrapped around you.
You mustered all the willpower you possibly could.
“Why her?”
A crow's foot of amusement appeared by his left eye. “You'll have to be more specific, darling.”
You heaved a deep sigh of frustration, considering the idea of simply walking away.
Why was this so hard?
But a small sliver of determination kept your focus. “This arrangement you have with her… I…” You paused for a moment, struggling to find the right wording to this. “I just want to know why her.”
Why not me?
Astarion shifted to stand gracefully on his feet, leaving the book on the padded chair.
“Why not?”
Answering questions with more questions was a sure way to frustrate you, but he excelled at this dance.
“Please answer me…”
He took a few steps in your direction, his eyes studying your face as if trying to strip you bare.
“Because it's easier.”
“Than what?”
He didn't answer.
You waited for him to go on, but were far too impatient to hold back.
So, you tried again.“Is she the reason why you're so distant from me, then?”
He tilted his head. “And how did you arrive at that conclusion, I wonder?”
Another question for a question.
“You've been distant from me for a while now,” you said, trying to rub the sweat away from your hands. “And I can't help but think she's the reason why.”
He straightened ever so slightly before closing the distance between you two.
“What I have with her is merely transactional.”
Ah. Well…
You did know all too well of transactions with Astarion…
After all, you had been pushed into one from the moment you had gotten together with him at the Tiefling celebration, even if unbeknownst to you.
“Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you'd never turn on me…”
His words of confession still echoed through your mind from time to time.
“Like what we have now?”
“It is nothing of the sort." he immediately said.
For better or worse?
“How so?”
His proximity had you suck in a sharp breath. “She's not you.”
A cold chill ran through your body.
“That is what you want to know, isn't it? Why I never asked that of you.”
Astarion could be too perceptive for your own good. It was as if he could easily read you like an open book.
You slowly nodded.
“Because you're – well… you're you ,” he said,his face softening. “And as selfish as I am, I could never burden you with this. Not you.”
His words carved into your chest like the sharpest daggers.
Even after all this time, he still regarded himself as a burden to others. That what he had been through had tainted him beyond repair.
But…
“Is that why you push me away?”
He was too close now.
Close enough to throw you off balance with his imposing demeanour.
“How can I not?”
That stung.
Hard.
“Have you any idea how much I envy those who have never met you?”
Your heart dropped.
And then dread took over.
“Or how I envy those who have yet to meet you?”
This had been exactly what you had feared coming into his room.
The confirmation that he was ready to move from you.
That all that was left of your bond with him was this arrangement and the empty shell of what used to be something that resembled a friendship.
Even after he had comforted you last night.
How much of that was truly genuine?
“Do you want to know why?” he asked.
Did you?
“... why?”
Then you felt his icy fingers on your cheek, jolting from the sudden shift in temperature. “Because they get to know you for the first time. They get to experience all of you,” he went on, brushing his thumb across your skin. “In another lifetime, we would have met without the manipulation and hurt and pain.”
You froze in place and your mind went blank.
“You would have met my unbroken self, and I would have adored you unconditionally, because how could I not when everything about you is so easy to love?”
Somehow, this made everything even worse.
Your stomach twisted in knots and you were left utterly speechless.
You had promised yourself not to shed more tears for him, but it was proving to be a challenge as his words seeped into your core like poison.
It was the painful realisation of what could have been.
“And even through all the deception and lies, you could never bring yourself to loathe me. Even when it was decidedly the wisest thing for you to do,” he said, voice steady and calm. “You never loathed me. Not then and not now – maybe not ever .”
Your lips quivered as he spoke every word of truth.
You then swallowed the thick lump in your throat and met his gaze. “You're not broken.”
But it was evident he didn't believe your words.
“And it is not fair that you get to make my decisions for me,” you said, pulling his hand away from your face. “You could have told me all of this, Astarion. We used to have sincere conversations before. What changed?”
He looked away, and you could feel the vulnerability creep into his features.
“Everything.”
You placed a hand to the side of his face, wanting him to meet your gaze once again.
He resisted at first, but eventually succumbed, soft eyes meeting yours.
“Do you regret not going through with the ritual?”
He winced under your touch as if you'd just burnt him.
“A few days ago… that conversation in the cell…”
Astarion didn't look willing to pursue this matter at all.
You inwardly cursed at yourself.
Fuck… you've pushed it.
“Do I wonder what it would be like? Yes – can you blame me for it? To live again without being reduced to a vampire spawn? To tread the lands freely and with so much power that no one would dare cross me?” He paused abruptly as if snapping out of a dream, eyes narrowing at you. “This Wish spell nonsense is dragging, and I feel my chances are slimming with each passing day. We take one step forward and two steps back.”
You felt for him. You truly did.
It seemed that the odds were ever against you, but you also had faith in Gale and your own abilities.
“We'll figure it out. I promise.”
He scoffed. “Do not make promises you can't keep.”
His face looked sour and it pained you.
“You're still the same man I…” fell for…
But you let the final words die in your mouth, not wanting to take it too far.
He stared expectantly at you and, in that moment, you were sure that feeling had never truly left.
You were still foolishly in love with him.
And the confirmation that it could be perhaps reciprocal to an extent was tugging at the frayed ends of your sanity.
“You could have anyone you desire,” he said, with a slight hint of pity in his voice. “From artisans to noblemen – they would all crawl for you.”
It was tempting to accept his praise, but it frustrated you that it felt like he was merely deflecting.
And the trace of pity truly gnawed at your nerves. Why did he pity you? For still having feelings for him?
You snorted. “Well, they're not you.”
Hurling his own words at him had him pressing his lips together.
“I don't know if I can give you anything real. I simply don't know how…”
You caressed his cool cheek. “We can start by rebuilding our friendship.”
He leaned into your touch. “I rather like the sound of that.”
You offered him a reassuring smile.
To be honest, you were more than perfectly fine with that prospect.
Even if a part of you craved more than a friendship, you were also aware that some wounds took longer to heal.
His wounds.
Your wounds.
And the ones you shared together.
So long as he didn't push you away with no solid reason, you would be fine.
And so would he.
Then you came to the conclusion that…
He didn't need her.
He didn't need Ava at all.
You were there for him.
There was no need for him to meddle with strangers when he had you as a friend.
“You don't need her.”
His eyes widened slightly. “What do you mean?”
“You don't have to resort to her for intimacy,” you said carefully, waiting for his approval. “I can help, if you so wish, of course.”
Much to your dismay, he scowled rather deeply.
“I have already stolen too much from you.”
You shook your head, gripping the lace near your collarbone, tugging gently. “You cannot steal that which is freely given.”
And you meant every word.
You then gripped the string of your robe. “May I remove this?”
He silently nodded.
As you undid it, the silk fabric began to slide down your arms, leaving you to stand only in your nightdress.
His eyes dropped from your face and roamed along your frame.
He took a few steps in your direction until he was standing close enough that you could feel the coldness of his skin.
“You don't have to do this.” he said.
You gave him a reassuring nod. “We can stop if you don't feel comfortable.”
His eyes found yours. “Can I look at you? Bare?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Slowly, you unravelled the first lace at the front of your nightdress.
Suddenly, Astarion's hand gripped yours as you moved to the next one further down.
You took a deep breath, fearing you had overdone it.
That he would stop you.
Only… he didn't.
Instead, he picked the string in between his fingers, giving it a tug until it came undone.
His eyes never left yours and you felt shivers prickling at your skin, as he exposed more and more of your skin.
You felt another tug and the fabric loosened.
“I do wonder…”
Another one.
You bit down on your lower lip, holding his unwavering gaze.
And another one.
Your chest heaved more rapidly as your heart hammered in your ears.
This time, his eyes dropped as he worked on the last strings.
“... do friends do this?”
A chill ran down your back as it dawned on you that there was a contrast to this.
Just a few hours ago, he had been tying the very same laces to preserve your modesty in a moment of vulnerability.
But now, you had been the one to initiate it, and he had undone each of them until your front was fully open.
“It depends…” your voice was but a whisper.
He pushed the fabric aside just enough to expose a hardening nipple.
“On what?”
You couldn't bring yourself to provide a decent reply as you felt his thumb ghost the underside of your breast.
Then he flicked the sleeve from your shoulder, until it draped down your arm.
“Are we really just meant to be friends?”
Heat rushed to your face at his bluntness and you looked at him dazedly as if drunk on his words.
“Is that why I plague your dreams at night and your thoughts during the day?”
Astarion had a gift for words and he could almost make it seem like he could easily make love by using them, if he so desired.
Or completely make you crumble under the weight of his words.
You couldn't bring yourself to answer any of his questions, as you felt the burden of the truth weigh down on you.
“You are beautiful.”
His sincere praise almost drew a gasp from you.
You had the other sleeve sliding down as well, until the nightdress slipped along your body, pooling at your feet.
For the first time in what felt like forever, you were standing fully naked in front of him.
There was familiarity in it, but that wasn't what had your heart fluttering.
It was how he silently glared at you as if awestruck.
“So very beautiful…”
This time, his words of praise made you feel too self-aware and far more exposed than simply being naked.
Reflexively, you brought your hands to cover your bare chest.
You had always felt undeserving of his attention.
Astarion was what some might call the epitome of physical harmony.
His body was a work of art and his beauty unmatched.
“You don't ever have to hide from me,” he said softly, taking one hand in his. “Come here.”
He slowly guided you towards the window, the full moon up high casting its pale glow down on you.
“Look at the window.”
You did so, watching your lonely and washed out reflection show up on the clear glass.
Fleetingly, you wished you could see him, too, as he came to stand behind you, placing both hands on your shoulders.
But there was no one there but you.
You stood alone, but felt his presence all the same.
“You are a sight to behold,” he said in a whisper, his lips close to your ear. “Do not ever doubt it.”
“So are you…”
He chuckled, placing one finger under your chin, and tilting your head towards him.
You suddenly felt your knees buckle under you as his lips ghosted over yours.
“May I kiss you?”
Oh.
That startled you and your eyes widened. “Are you sure?”
His brows furrowed lightly. “We don't have to, of course.”
You wanted to.
More than anything.
But this wasn't just about you.
“Maybe we should take it slow?” you suggested, the coldness of his lips nearly touching yours.
He drew back slightly.
“Is that what you want?”
“Maybe it's what you need.”
He hesitated at first. “I think… I need this.”
Doubt flared inside you like a wildfire. On one hand, you feared he was rushing things once again.
On the other, he seemed rather at ease with the prospect of going further.
So maybe…
“You need to let me know if it's too much.”
He inched closer once more. “I will.”
Your heart clenched hard before rapidly doubling its pace.
You fully melted into him as he took your lips in his, keeping you still by gripping your chin lightly in between his fingers.
This kiss was familiar.
It was measured and controlled.
This one felt and tasted like… home.
It was reminiscent of the last kisses you had shared before Moonrise Towers. When both of you had gotten so comfortable with each other, it felt like second nature to be so intimate.
This wasn't driven by lust like the one you shared at The Blushing Mermaid only a few days prior.
It was driven by yearning.
Longing.
He pressed down on your chin with his thumb, parting your lips for his tongue to slip through, and your eyes quickly fluttered shut.
How you had missed this… tasting him as he completely overtook your senses.
His cold touch set your skin alight and you had to grip the hardwood shutter by the window to keep yourself from melting away.
You broke from him to let out a soft gasp when he pressed himself against you, his growing erection nudging at your lower back.
As touch starved as you were, you still held back, not wanting to overstep any lines.
He trailed his tongue along your lower lip, and you slowly turned to fully face him, cradling his face in your hands never parting from him.
The kiss morphed into something more urgent and primal, as if he had waited an eternity for this moment.
Your body was now fully flushed against him, and you heard the faintest growl emerge from his throat when you pressed into his bulge.
He suddenly broke the kiss, causing your eyes to fly open.
“Too much?”
“Yes.”
Astarion slowly tore himself away from you body, his face tense and his eyes avoiding yours.
For a split second you felt panic take over your mind at the fear of having hurt him.
“Astarion…”
But he quickly straightened himself, offering a reassuring smile.
It felt genuine and you allowed yourself to relax.
“Are you well?”
His face seemed blank for a moment. “Of course.”
Your heart dropped at the realisation that his words, once again, did not match his body language.
“Maybe we rushed it…”
As if your voice had snapped him out of a trance, his eyes finally met yours. “It's hard not to do so with you.”
The impending sense that he was trying to compensate with words began to loom over you.
He swiftly circled you and moved back to help you slip into your robe, careful fingers tying it snugly around you, yet you felt more exposed than ever.
“Astarion, I didn't mean for-”
He pressed his forefinger to your lips. “I was the one who got carried away. Do not take the blame for that. Please.”
You felt relief slowly settle deep within you.
Astarion's words did match his body language this time.
You then heaved a big sigh as he dropped his hand.
“Do you wish for me to stay? We can talk about it…”
He closed the space between the two of you and pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “Not tonight.”
You nodded understandingly, enjoying the tenderness.
“Will you still seek out Ava?”
He pulled away to meet your gaze. “I might indulge in some of her words of wisdom, yes.”
“And will you still give her your blood?”
“I believe so.”
You felt the beginnings of a frown settle on your face. “You don't have to…” … not anymore .
“You also don't have to give me yours, yet you willingly do so,” he said, arching an eyebrow. “As do I.”
“But it's different with us… I can easily withdraw my consent.”
“Correct.”
You hesitated for a moment. “I just worry that she might take it too far…”
A genuine smile of amusement tugged at his lips. “Ava is not someone you should worry about.”
Well, it was easier said than done.
There was still an unsettling feeling about her brewing within you. You couldn't quite place your finger on what it was, but it was still there…
“If she tries anything to hurt you-”
He immediately cut you off. “Oh, I am quite sure you would bestow upon her a curse so great that historians all over Faerûn would rush to document such an event in their books.”
Your outer shell of toughness cracked open and you chuckled.
“I would hope they do that.”
“A cautionary tale, if you will,” he nodded with a sly grin.
“And I will gladly do that to her should the situation call for it.”
It wasn't an empty threat.
He nodded. “I don't expect anything less from you, darling.”
You stared at each other in silence for what felt like an eternity.
It felt… comfortable.
Your heart felt full from finally having had a heartfelt conversation that was long overdue.
There were still edges to polish and fears to keep at bay, but, for now, it felt enough.
“Have a good night, Astarion.” you offered a sweet smile.
He returned it. “Dream of me – well, the satisfying kind, I hope.”
“So do I.”
“And if not, you know where to find me."
His words of comfort wrapped around you like the warmest blanket.
You nodded, snatching your nightdress from the floor to exit his room.
With a final glance over your shoulder, you found that his smile had wavered ever so slightly, and did your best not to overthink it.
And as the door to his room clicked shut, you shook your head and held it up high, determination setting in your mind.
You were going to talk to Ava.
TBC
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