#emil better not hurt her feelings

[yanderefarm]

I want to spread a rumor about Emil cheating, make sure nobody knows it was me, then act all mad at him and punish him for it

Also ygs better square up Cherros anon and Jerry anon

-🐕‍🦺

ive been craving to hurt emil. rofan villain reader my beloved, a cute husband to bully and all his money 🥰

cw;; abuse, cheating, non-con (implied), gaslighting, angst

the nobles always talk, talk, talk. it's not odd for them to spread meaningless gossip. it's odd when unsubstantiated gossip makes it into the most popular newspaper in the capital and becomes the headline on everyone's lips. that took your whole allowance at the information guild but it was worth it to see your husband's face now.

the pictures were the best touch, you really should thank the guild master later. undeniable evidence of emil being intimate with one of his maids was sitting in front of him on the desk. his advisor was cautiously scolding him for ruining his reputation that he had just started to build up. the image of loving husband dashed in an instant. he started to raise his voice his hand pounding on the table in anger. that was your cue.

you threw the door of the office open with force.

"emil! are you going to explain yourself? why are all my maids talking about you ch-"

your eyes caught the images, you hadn't actually seen them yet. god they were good, they made you actually feel a bit sick to see. perfect.

".... what is that?"

you watch his face drop as all his anger melts into panic. poor bastard tries to cover up the images.

"this doesn't concern you."

"... you're fucking one of your maids?"

the accusation burns his heart and he feels like he's going to be sick. he tries to cover the images more.

"this doesn't-" thwack!

you slap him across the face as hard as you can, your wedding ring leaving an imprint on his cheek.

"everyone get out. i need to speak to my husband privately."

his servants and advisors scurried out of there, afraid of the situation about to play out, only your right hand maid stayed. she closed the behind the last person to leave, locking it for you. you let out a heavy sigh as you leaned against his desk, your hand rubbing your temples. emil didn't look up, his eyes wide but you could see there was fear in them even with his head hung.

you picked up one of the pictures, one where the maid was clearly caught in the middle of having sex with him. you'd been out of the capital a few weeks ago for an event in your home kingdom. really it was just an excuse to let the guild master do what he needed. he really exceeded your expectations. it was hard not to smile.

"i don't remember doing that, please believe me."

"oh?" you set the picture down and shot him a glare. "just because you don't remember fucking her i should forgive you? what about kissing her? what about pushing her against the window behind you?"

"i-"

he watched helplessly as you picked up one of the pictures, your hand shaking. oh, when you got your hands on the royal treasury you were going to drown the guild master in gold. you had told him about emil's hatred for letting you leave the palace grounds, how emil wouldn't even take you to the cafe you so desperately wanted to go to. and here was a picture of him in the same cafe with the maid.

"what is this?"

"i-i don't know."

you forced your face to scrunch up in anger despite how excited you were. you were going to enjoy this too much. you turned to your maid who was still standing by the door.

"do you have my riding crop?"

"yes, your highness." she presented it to you and you handed her the picture of him at the cafe in exchange.

"what would you do if you were in my position?"

"i would ask for a divorce, your highness."

"no-"

emil's poor voice cracked but all he got was another glare.

"then I suppose I'm being merciful, right?"

"you are far too kind to that cheating filth, your highness."

you walked over to stand beside emil who already looked so broken and frightened. you ran your riding crop up his cheek.

"take your shirt off. unless you would rather the divorce?"

emil's body slipped to the ground as his knees gave out underneath him. tears started to stream from his eyes like the dam had finally broken.

"please, dont leave me, please, please."

you nudged him with the riding crop.

"shirt. off."

his hands were shaking as he started to unbutton his shirt.

[overtail]

Sick - Sokka x Reader 🔞

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Summary: Sokka gets hurt after (Y/N) distracts him during a battle, setting off an argument. They make up in an... unusual way..

Reader Info: Female, Non bender, competitive

Warning: NSFW, Cursing, slight sexism, rough sex, underage, oral, fingering, both subs because they're teens for gods sake

A/N: This is my first time writing smut......

...

(Y/N) sat next to Katara as the light from the campfire reflected onto her face, creating a warm glow against her skin. She picked a piece off of her cod flounder, throwing it in her mouth and chewing quietly.

Aang and Katara were chatting, Toph Joining in every few seconds. They were talking about something aimless -- a conversation they wont remember in a week's time.

The air was uncomfortable, especially with Sokka's glaring. Every so often, (Y/N) would glance across the way, only to see Sokka giving her a nasty side eye.

She was getting tired of it -- she wasn't one to take disrespect like that. Sokka may think that he was some big, strong, scary man, but (Y/N) could make him cower with one yell.

"Right, (Y/N)?"

Katara elbowed her, bringing (Y/N) out of her brooding.

"What?"

She looked to the ground with embarrassment from the lack of listening. Katara isn't one to care, but there was still the shame.

"Oh, me and Aang were just-"

She began, looking down at my slumped over figure. Before she could finish, she was interrupted.

"She's probably thinking about how to sabotage me again."

(Y/N) looked up at Sokka as was barking out the rude comment, rolling his blue eyes. Katara crooked her neck to glance at him too, raising a brow at his remark. (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed, head tilting to the side teasingly.

"What did you just say to me Sokka?"

She knew damn well what he said. She just wanted to know if he had the balls to repeat himself. Sokka stood up walking, a bit closer to the log that (Y/N) and Katara were sat.

"I said.."

(Y/N) got up, making her way over to Sokka.

"You're probably thinking about how you're going to sabotage me again."

(Y/N) scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Sabotage you? Why can't you just accept that you suck at fighting?"

She barked back, leaning closer to him. She poked his chest, pushing him back a little bit. (Y/N) looked at the black eye he had gained from the 'sabotage'.

"Oh no, no, no. Do you find joy in my pain?"

Sokka avoided the question, turning his head to the side. (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief, looking at her feet and back up at Sokka again.

She pushed him back, emiling angrily.

"At this point, i really do. Your face looks better with that black eye."

(Y/N) teased, pointing at his purple bruise. Sokka just scoffed, pushing her back. He didn't care one bit that she was a girl -- that was clearly established when she said she was better than him.

"You're just jealous. Jealous you're a horrible person, sick girl who doesn't know how to get better."

(Y/N) was actually taken aback by this, like she was being stabbed in the back by his words. She heard a gasp from Katara, and a light giggle from Toph. (Y/N) grinned. She began to laugh, looking at Katara and to Aang. Sokka looked at her cautiously, watching as she laughed like a crazy person, tears running down her red cheeks.

"Jealous? Me? Jealous of you? I'd have to be the most pathetic person to want to be like you, Sokka."

(Y/N) walked past him, into the wall of trees that was behind him. She kept on laughing, shaking her head in disbelief at the words. She didn't quite know how to feel, but she just wanted to be left alone. To cry and scream in her faraway tent, to drown in her emotions.

But of course, Sokka had to always get the last word in.

She heard his footsteps getting louder and louder as her laughing faded into soft cries, her legs shaking as she tried to get to her tent as fast as possible. She needed to hide away, and she didn't want Sokka out of all people to see her broken heart.

"(Y/N), this isn't over!"

Somka said, grabbing onto her bicep. She ripped her arm from his grasp, avoiding talking to him. Tent. Get to your tent.

"(Y/N)! Come on-"

She tried to ignore his calling as much as she could, reaching out to the entrance of her tent. Before she could unclasp the buttons, she was whipped around, coming face to face -- well, face to chest -- with Sokka.

She looked up to his face, face full of rage. Somka had never seen her like this before, even while fighting the people she hated most.

"What could you possibly need to say that is so important you need to follow me to my fucking tent!"

(Y/N) yelled, her eyes shutting tightly. A few furious tears escaped her glossy eyes, falling onto the dirt in front of her feet.

"You know, you're a real piece of work (Y/N).."

"Guess what? You make me SICK Sokka!"

"Can you just shut up already?"

She scoffed, pushing Sokka once again. He stepped closer to her, reaching behind her neck and bringing her close.

"I'll give you another black eye-"

"Just shut up!"

Before she could react, before she could say the next rude comment, Sokka's warm lips crashed into her's. She didn't even have time to react, only instinctively leaning into his touch.

(Y/N) felt Sokka's hands fall from the tape of her neck to her lower back, bringing their flush bodies together.

She reached up to grab his shoulders, bringing him down so he was pushing against her even more. Before they both ran out of air, Sokka broke the connection, quickly leaning back and his face growing red.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N)-"

(Y/N) reached up, gracing her fingers across her lips in surprise. She wasn't even looking at him, just at her chest rising up and down slowly. She glanced up, watched as Sokka stammered out an apology.

"It's.. It's fine."

She was also red, smiling nervously at his gaze.

"I mean if it wasn't.. i wouldn't have kissed back."

(Y/N) looked to the ground bashfully, which was such a strange sight for Sokka. She was abrasive, aloof, and very strong hearted -- but this, this was different. And he didnt quite know how to feel about it.

Sokka stepped forward slowly, reaching up to place his palm on her face. He brought her chin up, looking to the ground on his left. God, he was nervous. What was he doing?

(Y/N) looked at him, smirking slightly. She was back, and Sokka felt a flutter in his stomach.

This time, the kiss was soft, slow, and tender. It was much more calm, which was good for both of them.

"Do you want to go inside my tent?"

(Y/N) said in a semi whisper, raising both of her brows. Sokka nodded, not quite knowing where this would go. (Y/N) let go of him, turning to unclasp the entrance of the tent behind them. She crouched down, stepping into the flaps and disappearing into the tent. Sokka stood there for a moment, trying to process what was really going on. This was something from his dreams; the nights he stayed up with his hands in his pants, whimpering her name as images flashed through his mind.

Sokka got on his knees, shuffling into the tent. As he glanced into the warmly lit place, he was surprised to see (Y/N) shrugging her shirt off, her shoulder exposed as well as her bra.

"Oh- sorry-"

(Y/N) laughed, turning around to grab his hand before he laughed.

"I'm doing this so you can see, stupid."

Sokka blushed, nodding his head cautiously. He sat on the felt that lined the floor of the tent. Rubbing his hands over the familiar feeling over the cloth, his attention was caught by a cold hand on his shoulder. He looked up, only to see (Y/N) nervously sitting on her knees in front of him in her undergarments.

"Oh.. oh spirits.."

He said, drinking in her body. His eyes glanced over every curve, every perfect imperfection, every freckles and every mole. He smiled, looking at her onxe again before giving her a deep kiss.

The two leaned back onto the make-ship bed, his hands caressing her sides. (Y/N) tugged at his shirt, causing him to break the kiss.

"You okay?"

Sokka didn't really know what he was doing. Hes only kissed a few girls before, like Suki or Yue, even girls back at home, but anything past that was untouched territory.

"You think you should take your clothes off? At least the over clothes."

(Y/N) suggested nervously, smiling softly. Somka let out a quick 'oh yeah', before leaning back and taking his shirt off. He kicked off his boots, taking his pants off. He shuffled his shirt off.

When he looked back down at (Y/N) he saw that she wasn't quite staring at his face, or even his chest. It was just a quick glare, but he knew what she was looking at.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that.."

The painful warmth in his crotch only grew more at the sight of her looking at his erection. She just laughed slightly, rolling her eyes.

"It's a good thing, Sokka."

Sokka smiled, shuffling over to where (Y/N) laid. He dipped down, his lips being placed against hers in an instant. He gripped her waist, dragging her closer to his hips.

The kisses were messy, sloppy with spit and their tongues lapping the sides of each others mouths. Both Sokka and (Y/N) wanted more; no, needed more.

"Sokka, can we try something?"

(Y/N) whispered against his lips, and was only greeted with an eager nod. She grabbed one of his hands that was on her waist, bringing it over to her crotch. He placed it on her underwear, not quite knowing what to do.

She grabbed the side of her panties, moving it to the side to expose her. Sokka's eyes widened at the sight, it being the opposite of what he expected. He looked over the folds, the bud at the top, and of course, the inviting entrance. She swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"Okay so.."

(Y/N) grabbed his hand, making a fist with his fingers. She grabbed his ring finger, showing it to him.

"You want to put this in there."

She gestures to her hole, which was wet with her slick.

"O-okay."

Sokka stuttered out. (Y/N) let go of his hand, and he took a deep breath. The tip of his finger grazed the entrance, before quickly delving into her. He eyes widened, thighs almost closing at the intrusion.

"So, you're gonna want to curl-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Sokka curled his finger, his long digit reaching the right spot. (Y/N) let out an unexpected moan, slapping her hand over her face. Sokka grew harder at the sight, and then did it again. She was more quiet this time, but the sound still made him feel amazing. After a few minutes, she was a squealing mess. Without asking, Sokka added his middle finger, causing (Y/N) to moan aggressively.

The sound was amazing, like something you could listen to over and over again and never get tired of it. He repeated the motions, eliciting groans from her sweet mouth.

(Y/N) began to grow aware of Sokka's painful erection, and no matter how good this felt, she knew this would feel better. She grabbed his wrist, which woke him up from his trance.

"Do you want to.."

She said, looking at his member. Sokka blushed, nodding quickly. He removed his fingers from her, glancing up before grabbing the band of his boxers. He slipped them off, and felt the relief of the cold air on him.

(Y/N) was staring. Staring hard. Was he too small? Did he not look right? Was there something wrong?

"Holy.."

Sokka had a good 6 inches on him, which was great for a teenager. (Y/N) was pulsing at the sight of him, her slick dripping down her ass.

"Okay, so.."

(Y/N) sat up, moving so she was on her hands and knees and her ass was facing Sokka.

"I think this is how you do it."

Sokka nodded. This was the most quiet shes ever heard him be, a whole new side of the boy.

He shuffled forward, grabbing his dick with his hand and lining himself up with her.

"Now, don't put it in my- augh!'

Her sentence was interrupted with a moan as he shoved himself in aggressively. He whimpered audibly, not used to the new feeling.

"Oh my spirits.."

He groaned, pulling himself out before sliding back in. (Y/N) moaned again, gripping the felts beneath her hands. Sokka repeated the motion, speeding up every time. Soon, you could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, (Y/N) letting out small 'ah, ah, ah's. Sokka was letting a stream of curses fall from his lips, a familiar knot in his stomach forming.

"(Y/N).."

He moaned, grabbing onto her soft waist.

"I need to tell you- AUGH- something.."

(Y/N) tightened around Sokka, which only made his growing orgasm arrive sooner.

"You can be rude to me- ah- later!"

She said in a strained voice. Everything felt so otherworldly, like they were the only teeo people in the universe.

"Not that."

He said with a grunt, his hands tracing over her ass as he grinded harder and harder.

"Im-"

He began but realized he was about to cum. He jolted forward, trying to hold it back. That single movement pushed (Y/N) over the edge, shaking and moaning with her orgasm.

"I'm in love with-"

As the words slipped out, so did his arrival. She grabbed her waist tight, enough to bruise, and pushed into her.

"-youaughhh.."

His words were mixed with moans, his white liquid coating the inside of her. He pulled himself out, and saw his cum dripping from her pussy. He asshole was pulsating, her legs quivering, and her waist had tiny fingerprints from his grasp.

(Y/N) flopped down onto her bed, not caring about cleaning up. On the other hand, Sokka was trying to grab a hand towel as fast as he could. He reached over, softly wiping the white liquid from her and her bed. She sighed, rolling over onto her back. Sokka tossed the towel to the side, looking at her panting body from above.

"I'm not a virgin anymore."

He spat out with a toothy grin, making her roll her eyes.

"We're on the same page here."

...

EXTRA!!

Katara rubbed her eyes, stepping out of her tent and into the bright morning light. She had gotten absolutely no sleep last night. Unlike Toph and Aang who could sleep through a tornado, she was kept up all night by (Y/N) and Sokka's 'make up sex'.

She glanced over to the campfire, which occupied Sokka roasted a frog. She stomped over, punching him right in the jaw so he fell over on his side.

"What was that for?"

He asked, looking at Katara like she was insane.

"For keeping me up all night! You deserve two black eyes you little-"

Sokka scrambled up, running into the forest as Katara ran after him.

[bimboothefool]

Hi!! Can I request a yandere Emil and Ada x gn reader? Maybe how they met the reader, how will treat them if they ever abduct them, up to you!

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐂’𝐬

Oh Yes you may and I had to rewatch their introduction trailer just to get a good feel of their personalities. Hopefully you’ll enjoy these headcanons Anon! ^7^ 🩷 Happy Halloween to you all, hopefully this halloween was great and you got a bunch of treats or atleast had fun!!🎃🎉

Warning this story isn't suitable for an audience of 17 & younger.

This story contains the following subject matters: Drugging, Gaslighting, Possessive & Manipulative Behavior, Kidnapping, Brainwashing and Forced Marriage (???) If you click read more you've consented to reading this story.

- There’s two possibilities they’ll meet you, You’re either Ada’s coworker/psychology nurse or are a patient like Emil.

- If you’re Ada’s coworker, she’ll often observe how you behave, what your quirks are and overall take in as much info about you as possible.

- Ada falls in love with seeing how devoted you are to making sure the patients are comfortable and safe. Every time to obediently follow her orders or trial behind her, her heart skips a beat.

- She also takes into account how your relationship is with Emil, sometimes leaving him in your care as she quickly “attends” to other patients.

- Emil would at first be weary of you, but soon warms up to you. He’ll cling to you often wanting to lay his head on your shoulder or lap.

- Emil grips onto your hand, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. He craves your attention and affection.

- Emil falls in love with how gentle and kind you are to him. He’s been so deprived of it, finally getting it is like finding cold, crisp oasis in a cruel, hot desert.

- Ada seeing how well you take care of Emil, involves you in their escape plan. Basically feeding you half truths and getting you coaxed into this plan.

- If you don’t agree and stand your ground, she drugs you and takes you with her. Emil clings to your unconscious form immediately, hugging you close. Wanting your warmth as Ada drives.

- Now onto if you’re a patient like Emil, he’s pretty antisocial during his time at the asylum. Barely talking to anyone else, you showed him a sliver of kindness, he’s practically attached at the hip with you.

- Often seeking you out and asking where you are. Wherever you go, he follows right after you.

- Ada seeing this change in behavior does a bit of bargains with the higher ups and is soon assigned as your psychologist.

- She’s very intrigued on how you operate as well. Learning every intimate detail about you.

- Ada proposes the idea of taking you out of this place, proposing you’re better off with her than in here.

- She’ll again just kidnaps and drugs you if you say no.

- Now onto how they both treat you after you’re abducted for both scenarios.

- If you resisted, when you wake up, you’re tied up. Ada knows how clever you are and isn’t taking any chances. She knows that using a different method on you into making you love both her and Emil is her top priority along with helping Emil.

- “Don’t worry my love, soon you’ll see things our way. For now rest up.” Ada looks down at your restrained form.

- When the hypnosis results start to stagnate, she knows they’ve yielded incredible results. ‘ Maybe, just maybe they’ll work on you. ‘

- So now you’re apart of her tests, your backbone is forcibly ripped from you. Your autonomy is taken from you piece by piece.

- Emil helps out by constantly being beside you, seeking you out frequently and offering you comfort and security. Feeding you the idea that he nor Ada would never hurt you. They want you to be as free and happy as they are.

- After many tests, you finally crack and often needing to be close to Ada or Emil. If both they’re both around, the merrier your time is spent with them. You crave their attention at first. But slowly you needed their love.

- Ada and Emil’s love becomes your addiction, their kisses make your knees buckle, their embrace keeps you grounded and it all felt so right.

- The once loud voice screaming for you to run and hide, starts to get quieter and quieter. You don’t want to run from your beloveds. They’re your lovers, why would you run from them.

- Ada and Emil have shown you what true love is. They would never hurt you. Ada and Emil love you and you love them.

- If you went along and complied, Ada uses this to her advantage. Using Emil as a way to tempt you to not defy her. Emil isn’t innocent, he plays along and amplifies how he needs you too. Having without you, means he’s incomplete.

- With time it does its twisted job, you fall in love with Emil and soon Ada. You look forward to their kisses, the nights where you cuddle eachother.

- You all practically are each other’s entire world, you know even death won’t make neither of you part.

- This is true love, the pinnacle of pure, unconditional and unadulterated love.

- In both scenarios, when you all receive an invite. When both Ada and Emil, propose to you. Your heart is beating with sick joy. First a getaway from this life you’ve outgrown and now being engaged to the two people you clutch onto dearly.

- “Paradise… Here we come.” You smile with broken delight. You now have rings on both of your ring finger. This is the start of a new chapter, with your new wife and husband.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

I'm on my hands and knees begging, pleading, dying for a crumb, an ounce of vampire Emil. The pitiful boy...he needs a snacc.......we must provide.

I like to think Joesph did not want this wet sad dog (he has enough in his house) but reader doesnt ever listen to him

Emil is heavily dependent on you. In the first years of him entering the Desaulniers' estate with you, he refused to leave your side. Ada, a doctor turned vampire, had been caring for him, nurturing him, and sired him. Her death in fire started by vampire hunters had left the man helpless. He has no idea how to hunt, he was made to rely on Ada for his feedings and to assist with the deal the hungry beast within him.

A vampire like him, ones who's beast is stronger than the humanity remaining, are a problem Joseph rather not deal with. He told you this and you disobey him. He will deliver a fair punishment for you but it is too late get rid of Emil.

He would hover around you at all times. When the other wished for direct feeding or alone time with you, he would cling to you. Harmless but annoying to those who also are attached to you.

Emil has gotten better over time but his clingy nature is just part of who he is. He is the only one who sleeps in your room, he doesn't do anything and your scent gives him comfort when you are doing your job.

The man needs to directly feed, no blood wine or vials of blood. He needs to be held by you as bites and drinks enough for the hunger pains to go away. After he likes to hold you, listen to your heart, feel how warm you are. Skin on skin contact is nice and he never pushes for more. Emil will lick the wounds you got from fights or just cuts from doing work. It is like a pup who whines seeing his owner hurt.

Joseph allows the pet (you hate when he calls Emil that) so long has he doesn't become a problem.

[descendantsramblings]

Im gonna join the Morgie Male reader fans and also request something xD

Please consider writing a story where Male reader and Morgie are dating but Morgie is just always talking about Uliana and constantly trying to impress her etc and Reader feels unvalued and like Morgie is actually in love with uliana and not him so drama i guess

I like hurting myself as you can guess 🙂

-emil

Let’s not enjoy that!!!! But no I love some good angst; I’ve got you. You’re always welcome in my inbox sugar 💛

Second Place

Morgie le Fay x Reader

Pronouns used: he/him/his

Summary: just once he wants to feel like he’s not his boyfriend’s second choice

Warnings: angst, underage drinking (depending on where you are ig), Morgie isn't purposely a bad boyfriend he's just stupid. Pet names, Bestie Hades and Hook because the boys gotta stick together

Word Count: 2.3K

    His fingertips brush over different silks and starched cottons as he follows his boyfriend around the store, barely paying attention to dress shirts around him. How could he? How could the boy ever focus on the task at hand when all it did was ground his insecurities into his bones? Morgie is taking the lead as he walks through the store, occasionally lifting different button ups to feel them. Ones that seem to pique his interest led to him holding them against his chest, raising a brow to his boyfriend to silently ask his opinion. And (Y/n) does his best to respond, though it comes out more as hums and silent nods than true responses. His heart isn’t in this, he can’t focus on something like this. It is so incredibly obvious that he doesn’t want to be here, and maybe if Morgie would actually look at him instead of through him, the boy might notice. He won’t though, lord knows the sorcerer doesn’t have the time to care. Not when his task at hand is so dire. Uliana’s birthday party is only a week away, how could he think about anything but making sure it’s perfect?

   Obviously Morgie can’t look a mess, he just has to be in something new. And the gift has to just be perfect, he has to outshine everyone. Of course he does, he always does. Uliana was the sun in his solar system, and (Y/n) was barely even the tides that the moon was occupied with pulling. How could Morgie ever remember to pull the tides when he was so busy reflecting the light of the sun? How could he dare to wear something the sea witch has seen already when her eighteenth birthday was such a big deal? “Babe, you are being extremely unhelpful right now,” Morgie grumbles the words as he’s putting an honestly kind of atrocious golden silk shirt down. He’s turning away from his lover, venturing even further into the store. “Sorry, I’m just kind of tired. Didn’t sleep well,” his voice is far off to the sorcerer though, the boy too wrapped up in his own world to pay attention to a word that falls off of his fellow villain’s lips. “Once we find the right shirt we can go.” (Y/n) sighs, giving the boy a curt nod that he doesn’t even see. They’d been out shopping for four hours now, the bags in his arms were surely going to cut off his circulation soon and Morgie was still just as tuned into what he was doing as he was when they left the dorms. 

   They were supposed to see that new Nightmare on Elm Street sequel that (Y/n) had been dying to see, but now there would only be one showing left until the mall closed and it started in twenty minutes. He guesses he can kiss that plan goodbye, why would what he wants matter when Uliana was in the frame. He always fell behind her in Morgie’s priority list, he should have known that. Why would he dare to ask his boyfriend out this soon to Uliana’s “most important birthday yet”? He should have known better. The early weeks of November always took to Morgie being far more engrossed in his friend than his partner, he should have known better. 

    “Babe, can you please at least give me a color option? I’m drowning in options here!” He spares (Y/n) a look over his shoulder as he speaks, reaching back to grab his boyfriend’s hand to keep him behind him. “Go green, Uliana wears some green too,” the snarky tone has Morgie’s brows furrowing. If he looked back he’d see the way that he was shaking his head as he talked, sass falling off of every word. “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yeah, let’s just find you a shirt, Morgz.” 

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  If the crew of the Jolly Roger would be known for nothing else, they would still go down in history for the parties they threw during their time at Merlin Academy. So of course, they would be the true hosts of Uliana’s birthday party, and it was set to be a rager based on that alone. Of course, every villain party was known to be a good one. Obviously the group known for breaking rules and dark magic would have a reputation of throwing good parties. But a pirate party? Those could go on all night, with just about every liquor you could think of. And though no one ever saw them bring a blender in, there would be daiquiris and piña coladas flowing all night just so they could convince you that rum was good. Surely once he was a few daiquiris deep Hook would be sliding a shot of rum into his hand with the false promise that he’ll like it this time. Though he’s yet to actually like it. 

    He might need it tonight though, considering that in the hour that they’ve been here Morgie has spoken to him twice. He’s too busy being Uliana’s dog, running around and doing whatever the sea witch asks of him. So (Y/n) has occupied himself with leaning on a wall, squinting as the blue and green lights are far too bright compared to their normal tones. He barely notices that someone has idled up beside him until there's a solo cup of what he’s pretty sure is a mango daiquiri under his nose. “You look like you need this,” Hades’ gruff voice rings out beside him, the soft sound of metal spikes against the wall accompanying it. He reaches out and nearly snatches it, sipping the drink and giving it a hum of approval. Definitely mango, god bless Hook for that one. “I might just love you, you know that?” He leans his shoulder against the god’s with a smile, sparing him a glance. “Yeah, someone has to take care of you. Shouldn’t your little boyfriend be getting you drinks?” He glances around, shaking the other villain off of him to instead slide an arm around him, “Or at least be near you? Where is he?” 

    A sound that Hades thinks is supposed to be a laugh slips out of the other boy’s lips, the boy seeming to snuggle into the god’s side. “Oh you haven’t heard? It’s his wife’s birthday. It would be wrong of him to act like he cares about the side piece on such an important day.” As (Y/n) finishes the statement he nods aggressively towards where Uliana is sipping on a piña colada on a make-shift throne. She’s glowing, talking to Maleficent and Morgie about god knows what with a tiara sitting on her head. At least she’s having a good time with Morgie’s attention, no one else seemed to be getting any of it this week. “Oh ouch,” Hades forces out a fake hiss as he taps the other villain’s hip with his own, “Calling yourself the side piece?” 

   “Yeah well,” he shrugs, tearing his eyes away from the green silk shirt and carefully styled hair across the room, “That’s what it feels like.” Hades shakes his head, letting his hand slide up and down his friend’s bicep, “Now, you know that’s not true.” “Yet.” The singular word earns his arm a squeeze and gains him a verbal scoff from his friend. “Morgie’s little snake heart beats for you. He’s an idiot, but he does love you, you’ve gotta know that.” (Y/n) bites his lip, sliding out from under Hades’ arm. “Shouldn’t Hook have tried to force a shot of rum down my throat by now? Where is he at?” He’s walking away as Hades watches him with a disappointed face. He did know that Morgie loves him, didn’t he? Hades needs to keep an eye on him.

   Hook is at the make-shift bar in the back of the hide out when the other villain finds him, pouring two shots in the comical little solo cup shot glasses that he keeps handy for nights like this. “Where have you been? It’s not a villain party if I don’t take a shot with you before I sneak out.” He smirks, slipping one of the two shot glasses into his friend’s hand before lifting his own. “How did you get Morgie to agree to leave this early?” At the mention of his boyfriend’s name, (Y/n) slams the bottom of the shot glass in their hand against the table before them, quickly throwing the rum back before he can process so much as the taste. A strong sip from his daiquiri follows it, sliding the shot glass across the table. “Another, Cap.” It makes thick brows burrow, grabbing the rum nonetheless as he stares at him. “Finally finding a taste for it, eh?” The boy shakes his head, “I just need it. I’d like to be able to sleep when I finally hit my dorm, easier if my mind is swimming.” 

   It makes the pirate beside him frown, sliding another shot to him, “That’s a lot of alcohol compared to what you normally go for, Lad. Morgie is walking you home, right?” It draws a bitter laugh out of the slightly tipsy villain, “No it’s his wife’s birthday. He’s far too busy for me.” As Hook opens his mouth to argue, Hades comes up behind (Y/n), his hands sliding onto the boy’s shoulders. “I’ll walk you home, idiot. As long as the daiquiri stays here.” It elicits a whine from the villain in his grip, (Y/n) leaning his head back to pout at him, “No fair. You gave it to me.” And Hades scoffs, “Yeah, to drink here. You’re not drinking on our walk back to yours.” Hook wants to argue that his friends shouldn’t leave yet, but something about (Y/n) simply isn’t right. Of course, there was always a bitter air around the topic of Morgie and Uliana but this level was new. He didn’t normally act like this, and if he was this set on getting drunk over it, the boy needed to go home. So instead of arguing, he raises his shot glass to (Y/n). The two villains knocking the little glasses against each other. “Down the hatch, Darling,” he smirks, watching the way that his friend raises his brows with his own shot. And they knock them back, the same way they had at every party the group had ever thrown. 

    Of course, normally Hook didn’t take (Y/n)’s drink so it “didn’t go to waste” right after. The boy wishing Hook a good night before double checking that the god behind him truly didn’t mind walking him home. Something that the villain was sure he could do alone but there was no way that Hades or Hook would allow that, not when the boy was like this. So Hades promises Hook that he’ll be right back and wraps a hand around (Y/n)’s shoulders to drag him out of the party and back into the chilly November air. 

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     (Y/n) knew his limits well enough, he was lucky for that. The second he hit the pillow he was asleep, and now he was awake without even the ghost of a hangover looming over him. Not that he wanted to be awake, he would much rather spend his Sunday wasting the day away in his bed. But how was he meant to sleep with that incessant knocking at his door? So with a begrudging whine and stiff joints, the boy finds himself swinging his legs over the side of his bed. The knocking only seems to grow louder and more urgent as he makes his way over to the door. “I’m coming, god!” A hand reaches out to snatch the door handle, basically ripping it open. Morgie le Fay all but tumbles into his room with the motion, center of gravity being thrown off as the wood he was leaning on is ripped from him. And he looks worse for wear, sweat dampened neck and dark bags under his squinted eyes. 

   “What?” He recoils at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice as if it bit him, a pout crossing over chapped lips. “Can you quiet down? My head is killing me.” (Y/n) rolls his eyes, scoffing as he goes to close his door. “Then go home.” A foot is thrown in the path of the door, stopping him from closing his boyfriend out. “I woke up after a party without you.” There’s this odd sense of disappointment hanging off of his words, eyes seeming to pout more than his lips already did. “Yeah, I’d assume so. I left hours before you did.” Morgie pushes his way into the room at that, softly closing the door behind him. “You did?” “Yeah,” there’s a scoff dripping off his lips as he makes his way back to his bed, “Which you would have noticed if you gave me so much as a minute of thought this past week.” Morgie frowns, leaning against the door with his arms crossing over his chest, “You didn’t walk home alone, did you? You should’ve come and got me. I don’t want you to walk around at night like that.” 

   “No, Hades walked me home.” Morgie nods, looking over at the boy curling up in his bed. (Y/n) obviously trying to make himself smaller as he attempts to talk about his feelings. As if he was doing something wrong. “So why did you ask Hades instead of your boyfriend?” He cuts Morgie a look, rolling his eyes, “I didn’t ask Hades, he just knows me well enough to know when something is wrong.” Morgie raises his brows, “And I don’t know you? I know you, I can tell when something is wrong.” It earns him a laugh, a twisted and broken one that makes his skin crawl. “You do, do you? Okay, then why did we originally go to the mall last Saturday?” And his stomach falls with his confidence. How was Morgie ever meant to come back from this one?

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Running in Circles | Chapter 10

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: mentions of death, religious trauma

Summary: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss, and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

A/N: a few days behind is better than a whole year 🫣 anywho very sentimental chapter ahead

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Winter had come at full force that December, and maybe that was the first sign of all that was to come. But for (Y/N), it only signified the anniversary of her mother’s death.

Just like she had done every year before, she had taken that day off, knowing her mind would be elsewhere, and her body would want to be there. Even if it fell on a weekend, she had to be sure that no calls would disturb the day. The monsters could wait one more day.

She looked herself over in the mirror. The turtleneck she had chosen felt particularly choking, her pants hung too low for comfort, and her mother’s necklace stood out too brightly against the dark clothing. Nothing was right. Nothing would ever be right. She pushed her hair behind her shoulders and sighed. That was as good as it would ever get.

She slipped her coat on before she left her house, and she wondered what her mother would have thought of her home. Would she have wanted her closer to the family home? Would she have liked the décor? Would she have poked fun at how messy the house could sometimes get, or would she not have cared at all?  Those were answers she would never get. At least not from the one person that mattered the most.

Her father’s car was waiting outside for her, his face wearing a similar solemn look to the one she had. It was the same routine every year. He’d come to pick her up, they’d go to the cemetery, and when David would tell stories of Iris, she would listen. Because she had none to share of her own. She had no memories, no stories, nothing to know of her mother that was her own.

“Hey, dad,” she said as she jumped into the SUV. “It’s a cold one today.”

“It really is,” he chuckled softly “I brought you some coffee and a butter croissant. Something tells me you didn’t eat breakfast today.”

“You know me too well, dad,” she snickered, taking the warm cup between her hands to heat her freezing hands. “Did you eat already?”

“Had myself a bowl of oatmeal with berries and bananas like your mom used to like,” he replied. “Washed it all down with some coffee and came here.”

“That’s good,” she croaked, forcing a smile. “Were you able to get the flowers? My local shop was closed when I went by yesterday.”

“Yeah. I’ve got the bouquet back there,” he smiled. “Peonies, irises, roses, lilies, and baby’s breath. All the ones she liked.”

Every time her father said things like that, her heart broke just a little more. He didn’t know it. She would never say it. But the fact that he had lived a life with her mother when she didn’t even know what she sounded like hurt. It pained her to miss a person she never had a chance to remember.

“Do you know it was your mom that would call you little bird?”

“Did she?”

“She said you were always jumping around and fleeting from flower to flower when you were outside, just like a hummingbird would. That’s why she got that necklace made for you,” David chuckled at the memory. “Even when you were just a little baby, you always seemed to calm when you were with her in the garden.”

“Well, her garden has to be the best one in all of Virginia. Even to this day.”

“You have Emile to thank for that,” he laughed. “If it had been up to me, it would have died so many years ago.”

“And I guess I inherited your lack of a green thumb.”

“That you did, little birdie,” he said. “But you did inherit her good taste. For your third birthday, the last one with your mother –may God have her in his glory—you insisted on having a garden fairy party. Iris asked you what flowers you wanted everywhere, and you said peonies. Well, at the time, you called them peenies.”

“I… I don’t remember that,” she stammered. “I wish I did.”

“That’s okay, little bird. We have the pictures, and I’m sure there’s a VHS somewhere with the video. Just have to check in storage, which might take a bit more than it should.”

“It wouldn’t if you let me organize it, dad. I’ve told you many times that you need to set up a system so things don’t get lost in all the junk you still have from the olden days.”

“Hey! You learned a lot from those olden days,” he pouted. “Those olden days paid for everything we have.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not disorganized.”

By the time they had reached the cemetery, they were a mix of laughter and sadness, coupled with the most beautiful bouquet they’d brought to date. There was a thin blanket of snow covering the ground, a cold breeze whistling through the air. It was a horrible day to be out, but they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

(Y/N) was expecting the bad weather. And although her coat did nothing to warm her against the wind, she hugged it closer to her body. What she was not expecting was to find Hotchner and Jack waiting on a bench right in front of her mother’s grave.

“Aaron,” David called out with a smile that alerted the father and son to their presence. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Once they were near enough, Jack took off on a soft run toward the woman. “(Y/N)!” he called as he reached to hug her. “You said we could come, remember?”

“Of course I do, buddy,” she smiled softly. “I’m happy to see you.”

“This is your mom, right?” The boy led her to her mother’s tombstone by the hand. “Iris Jensen.”

“That’s right,” she said. (Y/N) knelt down and ran her hand across the picture of her mother, tears already building in her eyes. “This is my mom.”

“She’s very pretty.”

“She is, isn’t she?” (Y/N) chuckled as her body betrayed her. Tears fell down her eyes before she could stop them, warming her skin before turning freezing under the weather. Jack quickly reached into his jacket, pulled out a blue handkerchief, and handed it to her. “Thanks, kid.”

“Jack, why don’t you join me on the bench, and I can tell you about her?” David said. “I’ve got some great stories.”

“Is that okay, (Y/N)?”

“Of course, Jack,” she smiled. “Go ahead.”

As the kid ran to her father, Hotchner wrapped his arms around her. Normally, she would have grown flustered at the interaction, but at that moment, she needed the comfort. “You okay?” he asked quietly. “This must be so hard.”

“I don’t know why I’m like this,” she muttered. “It’s been years already. I barely even knew her.”

“She was still your mom, (Y/N). It’s only natural that you feel this way.”

“I don’t even remember what she sounds like,” the woman sniffled. “I don’t even know what kind of mom she would have been growing up.”

“I… I’m sorry, (Y/N). I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay,” she smiled softly as she let him go. She got on her knees and started cleaning the tombstone, removing all specs of snow regardless of how futile it may have been. “There’s not much to say.”

“All I know is that I wish I had met her.”

“Yeah,” she chuckled. “Me too.”

Aaron left her by herself then, allowing her the space to tell her mother about the year that had passed. She told her about her cases, told her about her friends, and even told her about her ever-growing feelings for an unmentionable person. But, most of all, she told her about how much she missed her.

But it didn’t go over her head how she missed someone that much without really knowing who they were. She carried inside an emptiness that wasn’t easily filled, and as hard as her father tried, never would be. And David tried, in his own way. He had his own grief to carry, and she knew that. She knew he hurt and wished Iris was still with them. But he’d found solace in the time he had shared with her while (Y/N) yearned for even just a second more with her mom.

“I wish you were here, mom,” she cried as she stood. “I see videos of you, and I can’t tell if that’s what you really sounded like or if your voice is too distorted by the camera. I wish you’d had more time, mom.”

“You and me both, little birdie,” her father said as he joined her. “But she’s in God’s glory now.”

(Y/N)’s blood boiled at that moment. She had never been religious, much to her father’s dismay. More than just the deity not fitting into her scientific mind, she couldn’t believe in a god like her father did. Normally, she didn’t mind his religious interjections. They were a part of who he was, and she didn’t want to belittle his beliefs. But that day, something inside her couldn’t stand it. Much less when he started to mutter a prayer.

“I’ve asked you to please not pray aloud when we’re here, dad. Do you mind?”

“Honey…”

“No, dad. I really don’t want to listen to you talk about your god or ask to have mom in his infinite mercy. I don’t wanna hear about it!” Her tone came out harsher than she intended, but she couldn’t contain herself. Years and years of bottling up her feelings had her at her limit, and it was that moment that they had chosen to spill over. “Just, keep it in your head.”

“I don’t understand, (Y/N). You never minded before,” David muttered. “There was a time you used to believe in God. You even used to ask me to pray with you.”

“Jesus, dad, I did that for you.” As she exclaimed Hotch told Jack to wait for him in the car, that (Y/N) needed a moment to herself. Hesitantly, the boy followed his father’s instructions and walked the short trail to the van. All he could understand was that (Y/N) was upset. Once Jack was gone, she continued. “How could I ever believe in a god that took my mother away before I could even remember what my name sounded in her voice? I only went along with it because it seemed to make you happy, but I can’t anymore. I can’t listen to another word of how your god is merciful and how it was all his plan. He took my mother from me. How could I believe in a god that would take a mother from a child? All the memories I have of her are from behind a screen or moments lived by other people. I don’t remember anything about her that’s mine only, dad. You always tell me how you would love to have a second chance with my mom, and I didn’t even get one.”

(Y/N) crumbled to the ground once more and suddenly felt arms around her. Instantly, she knew who it was and found herself sinking into Hotch’s embrace. He tried his best to calm her, telling her that everything would be okay and that she wasn’t alone. She was normally the strong one. She was always the one who kept it all inside and helped others. But too many years of that had her shattered on the ground of the cemetery.

It took a few minutes for her sobs to finally subside, Hotch’s soothing circles on her arms working overtime to calm her down. They had ended up sitting on the cold ground, the snow slowly making its way through their clothes, but neither seemed to care. All that mattered was the comfort and the presence. Nothing else.

“You okay?” Hotch whispered as she finally seemed to calm. “Feeling better?”

“I don’t even know,” she chuckled weakly. “Your pants are dirty now. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I have a washer,” he joked. “But how are you feeling? I know this must be a very overwhelming situation.”

“I don’t know what I’m feeling, honestly,” she sighed, sinking into the warmth of Hotchner. “It’s the first time I’ve ever blown up like that toward my dad, and I don’t know why I did. It’s been over twenty years that we’ve been coming here, and I’ve never acted like this.”

“I think it’s safe to assume you’ve been bottling up all these feelings for all that time. They were bound to come out one day or another.” 

“Don’t profile me, Hotch,” she pouted. “But you’re right. I mean, he lost the woman he loved, and even though I lost my mom, I felt bad for him because he’s the one who had all the memories with her. I never wanted him to feel bad or guilty for the fact that I had to grow up without her. Still, every time he says something like her death was god’s plan or that he has her in her mercy, it just sets me off.”

“Have you ever thought that religion is the way that he copes with her death? Maybe thinking that she is in heaven or that it was her time is his way to come to terms with the fact that she is gone.”

“I guess a part of me does understand that. But there’s a side that doesn’t want to,” she sighed. “But I guess I have to apologize for the tantrum.”

“Your feelings are valid, (Y/N). It’s just the way you express them that could be hurtful to others. But your dad’s a big boy,” he chuckled softly. “He’s at the car with Jack. You ready to go over there?” 

“As ready as I can be.”

Hotchner got up first, waiting with his hand extended until she needed it. And with another glance at the tombstone, she took the hand and stood up as well. The man walked beside her the entire time, his presence alone was enough to keep her grounded. As much as she wanted to break down and fall apart, she needed to keep it together.

“And she could spend days in her studio just painting, forgetting that hours passed. She would just lose herself painting and painting,” her father smiled as he talked to Jack. “She would have been there the entire day if I had let her.”

“Do you have any of her paintings still?”

“Of course! All over the house,” he chuckled. “Would you like to see them, Jack?”

“Yes! Can we, dad?” Jack asked as he noticed his father’s approaching figure. “I wanna see the paintings.”

“If it’s alright with Dave, then it’s alright with me.”

“Of course!” the man exclaimed. “The more the merrier. We’ll see you there.”

David and (Y/N) walked to the car in silence. Not saying a single word until they were inside. “I’m sorry, dad,” she finally muttered. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like I did. You don’t deserve that.”

“I’d say it was long overdue, kid,” he smiled softly. “You like to keep the peace and keep everything in. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before. You have nothing to apologize for, little bird.”

“But I do, dad. I shouldn’t have yelled at you regardless.”

“Your mother used to say that yelling is the way the soul speaks,” he said. “When you can no longer keep anything in, it comes out fast and unmeasured. Words come out with thorns and spikes. And much like a flower, they don’t mean to hurt you, but it is in their nature to protect themselves. It’s okay to let it out once in a while. Doesn’t matter how it hurts. If my beliefs hurt you, mia bella, all you have to do is tell me. I will try my best to keep it to a minimum.”

“And I will try to talk about how I’m feeling instead of yelling it,” she smiled, taking her father’s hand in hers. “I love you, dad. And I’m still sorry.”

“I love you too, little bird,” he beamed. “And you can make it up to me by helping with dessert tonight. We’re making your mom’s favorite.”

“Tiramisu,” they chorused.

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Love Wins All

Could they ever be together? He is the son of an aristocrat/ political figure who wants the war to not end, and she is the daughter of a spy who is trying to end the war. Does love Really win all??

Chapter 1 

Him

~Dearest darling my universe, will you take me with you to somewhere far away, beyond wildest dreams, a place imagination can't reach~

It was another day at Eden Academy, Damian Desmond was walking out of the Cecile hall dormitory… More like running, he was up late studying for the chemistry exam and snoozed his alarm, Ewen and Emile even tried to get him up but he wouldn’t budge. It took the dorm mother banging on the door telling him ''home room is starting in 5 minutes” (when it's a ten minute walk to home room from the dorms….)

Obviously running with a purpose and visibly frustrated, Damian was trying to get to class as fast as he could until he was on the ground. One second he was running the next he realized he ran into something… more like someone. A stubby legged, uggo, pink haired girl.

“I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DON’T EVEN LOOK-“

 He shook his head at his immature thoughts of her. He was 17 now and she was 16. He started to observe the girl, her legs were a bit longer than before, not so stubby and he just never bothered to look at them. He started to get curious and his eyes wandered up her legs until his face felt hot so he turned away and covered his face with his hand. Until he heard a sniffle. He looked up at her face this time he saw tears falling, instantly he moved to get closer to her and hugged her.

“Anya…wha-what’s wrong? I really didn’t mean to run into you. I was just trying to get to class-” He said with a concerned look but cut himself off realizing he is just word-vomiting.

Damian never understood why when this girl cried, his heart melted. It felt like someone punched his chest with every tear that fell from her eyes. He couldn’t understand why, it was so infuriating for him to not understand and all he wanted to do was make her stop crying. He would do anything to make her pain go away. He wanted to make whoever made her like this hurt even worse…. But he didn’t understand why. Why would he care so much? He never had this feeling with anyone else. He thought to himself. Was it because he had known her for so long? No, he has felt this way since the first time she apologized to him when they were just six. All he knew at that moment even though he couldn’t understand was that this pink short girl was crying in his arms and he just wanted to see her smile. 

This was not what he expected today. Sitting on the ground of the courtyard holding a crying Anya Forger, why was she crying? He hasn’t the slightest clue. But he will make it better. 

**Final bell rings**

Anya just sobbed in his arms. He patted her head as he just stared at the building he was supposed to get to for class but all he was thinking is what could have gotten her so worked up to show up to school like this. He took his bag off his shoulder with one arm still around her, he took his handkerchief out of his bag. He lifted her head by her chin so he could see her face, puffy eyes, a bit of snot under her nose, tears everywhere. He gave her a soft smile, he started to gently wipe her face. She just stared at him with those beautiful emerald green eyes. As he was finishing wiping away the visible sadness from her face he realized he was blushing and turned his face away from hers. He couldn’t push her away, (something he would have done if he was a child but not now) Anya needed comfort he thought, and Blackbell wasn’t here so obviously he would have to do. He knew he wasn’t the best at comforting but he was willing to try his best. More calmed (meaning not blushing, why was he blushing anyways? He hadn’t any idea) he looked back at the girl between him, she was still looking at him with those beaut- he cut that thought off and closed his eyes tight.

“Forger, are you okay? Did you want to talk about it? Or talk about something else?”

He opened his eyes to peek and she was still looking at him but with a bit of sadness in her eyes and she just shook her head. 

He pierced his lips, handed her the handkerchief, leaned towards his bag and shuffled through it. He brought out this little brown bag that had a pink bow on it and handed it to Anya. 

“It’s not much but when I was in town this weekend I saw it and I remembered that I owed you from the game of old maid we played last week. Don't think too much of it, it's not like I waited three hours for them to be made and asked for them to make it extra chewy or anything. Really not a big deal. I just remembered you mentioned this place to Blackbell or something.”

He realized he was word-vomiting (again) his whole experience of finding the perfect gift for her and that he took so much time to find the perfect gift for a commoner girl he had no feelings for.. so he thought. 

She looked at him with wide eyes and then looked in the small bag as she pulled the pink ribbon out of the pretty tied bow. Chocolate peanut butter cookies with peanuts in them. He saw a small smile creeping up her face and she looked back at him. 

He blushed, that’s all he needed if he could make sure that smile was there he wouldn’t have to worry about all these unnecessary stresses. Still not understanding why he was so frustrated when she was sad but oh well he will figure it out another time  though, all he cared about was that he was able to make her smile.. well not him the cookies did but still she smiled and there were no tears. The corner of his lips curled up into a small smile still looking at her.

*** realization hit him that they were late to class *** 

He got up as fast as he could and grabbed his and her bag. He helped her get up and she winced in a bit of pain when she was on her feet.

“I think I twisted my ankle,” Anya said, looking at her slightly swollen ankle.

Well that looks like it's gonna get worse, he thought as he put his hand over his eyes and shook his head. 

He got in front of her, back facing her and crouched down

“Get on. It will make it worse if you walk on it.”

She looked at his back with wide eyes and hopped on 

“Thank you sy-on boy…” 

She held on tightly. It felt like she was giving him a.. hug? He thought to himself. ~ i don't think I have really ever received hugs from anyone but her and i don't think i want to really receive hugs from anyone but her.. is that weird?~ he shook his head. After that thought she held on a bit tighter and he turned his head to check if she was okay but she turned her head to not face him. Either way he was running as fast as he could to class so they both wouldn’t get in even more trouble… until… he saw everyone in their class lined up in the hall. It looked like they were in alphabetical order.

They both looked at each other.. they knew what that meant.. Madam Tonitrus.

“Schlag is going to give us detention for sure… or even worse a bolt” Damian said with a worried look.

“Don't worry, let me handle it.” Anya said a little bit too confidently.

“Forger, I don't know if I trust you “handling” it” he said.

“Please trust me” She said with confidence but still that hint of sadness he noticed

He just nodded in agreement, he knew he couldn't argue with her.

They stayed in the back of the line and she was still on his back because after this he was going to take her to the infirmary. Because that is what a gentleman would do of course.

The line continued to move up, they saw Becky, Emile, and Ewen looking at them with concerning looks. 

“I don’t know how you are gonna pull this off” Damian whispered. There were two more people in front of them and Rahden was walking up to them to collect their bags with a look of confusion. 

~Sniffle Sniffle~

Damian turned his head to look at Anya. She was crying into his shoulder. He almost started to panic then heard her sniffle/ whisper “ go along with it, just tell them i fell” 

They were at the front of the line now and Madam Schlag was staring at them.

 “What is the meaning of this? Is this what you call appropriate Mr. Desmond? Not only are you late BUT You should know public displays of-”

Schlag gets cut off by Professor Henderson as he notices Anya crying.

“Ms. Forger, what has happened to make you so upset?”

Mostly everyone is now staring at the pair noting THE Damian Desmond is carrying Anya who was crying and they all started to whisper until Becky quickly shut them up.

“When I was walking to class I saw For- Anya fall, it looked quite painful so I ran to her and saw she twisted her ankle. I was originally going to take her straight to the infirmary but the final bell rang so I thought we would check in to class first and then go.” 

Damian said nervously, not mentioning that he and her actually ran into each other because if they knew they were both running they would know that they were both late and would get in more trouble. His inner thoughts were cut off when he heard Professor Henderson clear his throat.

“Mr. Desmond, that is very elegant of you, I do admire that” Professor Henderson states. He turned to the staring students “Class, please take note. If someone is in need of help it is always best to stop and help.” He turned back to a now blushing Damian and Anya “ Mr. Desmond please take her to the infirmary and please do take your time, we don't want that injury to get worse!”

Damian nodded with a hue of pink on his face and was about to turn around to head to the infirmary until Schlag called “WAIT! I just looked in his bag. Your “perfect gentleman” Mr. Desmond did not bring his Handkerchief. He cannot get off that easily we do have rule and requirements that we do follow” she said, smirking  “ As for Ms. Forger her bag was fine.”

~sniffle Sniffle~

Anya finally looked up from Damian’s shoulder, whipping her face with Damian’s handkerchief that he gave her earlier. “He gave me his Hanky ~sniffle~ earlier becu- because i was cr-crying. ~sniffle~ Please if any-one sho-should get in trouble i-it should be me” she said as she was still crying. 

Damian was looking at her wide-eyed and speechless. 

The class was looking at them wide-eyed and speechless.

Rahden was behind Schlag wide-eyed holding their bags.

Becky, Emile and Ewen were all side-eyeing each other and smirking.

“Saying that I’m surprised is an understatement, this is TREMENDOUSLY ELEGANT BEHAVIOR. Please Mr. Desmond go now Ms.Forger seems to be in pain from her injury and you have done everything an Elegant Gentleman would do please do not worry i will take everything here. Rahden please give them their bags so they can go” 

Rahden handed Damian the bags and with that Damian slightly bowed to the Professor and turned and walked towards the infirmary. 

Schlag was in shock she has never seen someone handle a situation like Mr. Desmond. Henderson was correct, Mr. Desmond was extremely elegant. 

“Well Professor, you have this taken care of. Rahden and I will take our leave now”  she stated and retreated from the hall.

The students all went back to their seats. 

Professor Henderson told them to get into groups for now and have study time since he knew they had a test later in the day. 

Becky ,Emile and Ewen all sat together. Their books are on their desk but that's the last thing they’re talking about.

“Do you think it's finally going to happen? Will they actually realize that they have feelings for eachother?” Ewen said 

“The boss man said he doesn't like Anya like that, but then he pulls a stunt like this? You guys know this is all anyone will be talking about all week” Emile said.

“Well I think they will hopefully realize it sooner rather than  later. It’s literally been over a decade of them “Having noOoO Feelings” for each other and this is literally our last full year of school. When we see them later, why don't you guys talk to Damin in the dorm and I will talk to Anya about what happened and see where they are with each other? Something Obviously happened this morning… Maybe they both just need a little push in the right direction. Anya and I are going to the new bakery today so I will be with her after school! Sounds good?”

They all nodded in agreement.

A/N: Hi, so this whole fic (there will be a few chapters if this one goes well) is inspired by IU’s song Love Wins All and Some songs from Ariana Grandes Eternal Sunshine album. We are here for the sad girl vibes. Everyone is aged up in the fic (it’s like last year of school for them!! There will be eventual romance/smut and all that but we have to build up to that. So we shall see how this goes. Also i have NEVER posted my work before so pls lmk how this was. If it goes weill i will post the next chapter. Sorry if this is trash.

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The absolute double standard of saying Damian is more mature and doesn’t need to be change aged up when we have writers have him still treating Anya like if he was an 6 year old with a crush, lashing out at her and sometimes insulting her and treating her even worse, and it is worse because he should know better by then. Not to mention have him be openly ashamed of his feelings for her and have Anya still fall for a immature manchild like this, because it’s okay is not what he really thinks anyway :/

Alright, since I'm receiving a lot of asks on this subject, I want to preface this by saying that I haven't read a lot of Damianya fan fiction. The reason why in my previous asks I always go back to the manga is because I don't have that much experience in Damianya fan fictions and I don't want to seem like I have more knowledge on the subject than I actually do 😅

Also also for how many pet peeves you, me or anyone else might have it's important to remember that authors and artists do this for free and under no obligation, so I try to keep a "if you don't like it, don't read it" kinda vibe, or read it anyway if you want to explore a different interpretation, but keep in mind that it's ok if it doesn't align with what you have in mind. This is to say that I'm trying to answer these by just speculating my personal interpretation of Damian and Anya and their future, not to police anybody.

With that being said, from what I've seen a lot of aged up Damian and Anya are still teens, so I think it's ok if he's still embarrassed of his crush, because teens are awkward, so Damian has the right to be an awkward teen. Even if they're already adults a bit of "I can't believe I fell in love with you" can be funny, it's the classic "you're an idiot" "Yes but I'm YOUR idiot" situation. The same way I said I think Anya would still have a bit of childhood wonder I also think Damian might keep some tsundere-tendencies. I do agree that I'd like to see Damian stop lashing out to Anya and definitely not treating her worse, especially because I think he's already making progress in the manga, apologizing and dropping the act when other people aren't around, he still has work to do, but he's getting better. Tho I also think a bit of playful bickering is funny. It's even a recurring gag in the manga that their bickering is seen as normal, with the other kids, including Becky, Ewen and Emile, leaving them to go to class. Also when Damian thinks he has crossed the line in any way (even when he didn't mean it and it genuinely wasn't his fault, like when Anya told him she got a dog) he immediately apologies and tries to cheer her up. Like the way this kid cannot stand Anya being upset and crying is honestly so cute and funny, one of my favorite things about their dynamic. So in conclusion I think they would still bicker a bit, but never to be hurtful, because Damian can't really stand making her actually upset. But also, if a fic or a comic wants to explore a moment when one of them said something wrong that's also fine, because sometimes people say stuff they don't mean and writing about fictional characters doing the same is ok.

If you think my take is pretty lukewarm is because it is, I really don't want people to feel like they HAVE to write characters a certain way.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

A Swallow's Symphony In Spring (16/18)

Chapter 16 - There is no Choir Like Their Song

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Logan sighed deeply. Placing down his pen just as a steaming cup of tea was placed beside his stack of paperwork that sat beside him on the desk, looking up, he saw Janus smiling down at him. 

“How is everything going, my dear?” Janus asked, perching himself on the corner of the desk in order to not mess up any of Logan’s neatly organised papers.

“Well,” Logan said, tapping the pile he was currently working on primly on the desk. “It seems undoing all of the harmful legislation the king and queen wrote will be a slow process - there is a lot of it and we’ll need to deal with the cortiers in order to work through it. As well as that, the other kingdoms have noticed our presence, and if we do not communicate our intentions with them diplomatically I fear it could lead to conflict of various magnitudes.”

Janus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Meanwhile the palace is still in shambles, Virgil is still miserable, and half the townsfolk are already demanding change. It’s barely been two weeks.” They ran a hand down the side of their face. “I think the time has come for a public announcement - and we must actually get moving with reappointing staff and dealing with the nobility as well.”

With a nod, Logan took a sip of his tea, “I believe you are right - perhaps we can gauge how the citizens feel about our plans now that the bloodlust has died down…”

—-

Things were settling down quickly for Emile Picani as the weeks went by. 

Considering how other’s lives had changed, he was lucky, he supposed, to be able to keep his job in the palace at all. Though he was just a doctor, and boy did this kingdom need a doctor right now. 

He was lucky too that the revolutionaries had brought with them a few helping hands in the medical department. A young, skilled apprentice named Patton who seemed more than happy to answer to Emile and an older gentleman who had joined him too - all for the better, considering the amounts of wounds sustained by the palace guards and revolutionaries alike during the attack. It was upsetting to see. 

Despite all the work, however, Emile rather liked the changes that were being made by the two in charge around the palace now. The place had already began to feel more welcoming with the comings and goings of ordinary folk, the way they had kept the banquet halls open for anyone who may need it made Emile’s heart flutter - the way he was able to really, truly help people rather than having to wait around for the poor Prince to be hurt and be able to do nothing to really help. 

Besides… This new reform did come with the addition of a rather cute guardsman…

“Hello again, Remy,” Emile said, punctuated with a small giggle as he turned to once again see the handsome guard at his door. “What ailments have you come here with today hm?”

He had been coming to the medical wing - to Emile’s office in particular - every other day with new problems and ailments despite every time Emile finding nothing wrong. He had started to think there was something more to it, but he’d keep playing along until Remy gave in. 

“Well, babe, if you’re asking…”

—

Lady Patty had been one of the first of the royal guards to switch sides and turn on the palace when they were attacked that night. As the head of the Royal guard, many others who disliked the Queen had followed her lead. Patty had been working in the palace for longer than many of the other guards had been alive. It took a lot of work to get to the position she had been in before, but somehow she found the position she was in now much more enjoyable. 

She still wore armour, still had a sword strapped to her back - call it years of training and paranoia, but she hated being without it - but now instead of standing rigid and ready to fight she was one of the few who had been trusted to take care of the people coming to the palace in need of help. And she was still in charge of the guards who had denounced their loyalty to the Queen too. Now she was here to protect people she really did care about. 

Janus and Logan were such wonderful young men, doing a lot to help their previously dying kingdom. Already she could feel the tentatively uplifted spirits amongst the townspeople in need as they came up into the Palace’s banquet hall to eat hot meals prepared fresh by Burgundy and her army of chefs in the kitchens. She enjoyed handing out free blankets and supplies to people who had been left with nothing by the old Queen, it left her feeling like she was really truly making a difference. 

She really enjoyed being able to lead a troop of guards into the city knowing that they were there to help, and not to hurt under orders. People were still scared when they gathered for announcements, but she had hope that that would change given enough time. 

Everything was still coming together, and she didn’t know exactly where they would end up, but she had faith that it would be somewhere better than where they were. 

—-

Janus wanted him to talk to Roman.

Remus was pacing.

How could he possibly talk to Roman after everything that had happened? Everything he had done? How could he possibly stand there whilst his brother was locked up in a cell and apologise. 

What if Roman hated him? What if Roman didn’t hate him?

What would he do if Roman forgave him? He had been drowning in this guilt for years over leaving him. The way he had done it was over the top, gruesome and unfair, he shouldn’t have subjected Roman to that, the way he had ‘died’ - Virgil had let slip that Roman had been having nightmares… How much of that was Remus’ own fault? How much misery had he caused the brother he loved? And how was he supposed to face him and his endless grace after that?

He knew Roman would forgive him. That was the problem. 

Part of him wanted that forgiveness. Escaping the guilt that had plagued him, having his brother back, he wanted it so badly, but…

Did he really deserve it?

Remus sure as hell didn’t think so. 

He supposed that wasn’t really for him to decide, was it?

—-

Remy both loved and hated this job. 

The Prince was chill, fairly reserved which kinda surprised him just based on what Janus’ kid had said about him. The way he’d been described was something bright and vibrant. Right now he looked like someone had dumped a bucket of water over a fire and left the old wood there. 

He supposed the poor guy was locked up in a cell. 

Ever since Remus had faked his brother’s death (and wow, it was a lot to think about how he was one of the only people who knew that secret - him, Janus, Virgil and Remus himself) talking to Roman had been… weird. It seemed the poor kid was just getting worse and worse, Remy wouldn’t be surprised if he was depressed or something and he’d considered bringing Emile down here on multiple occasions to check him out, but Emile wasn’t supposed to know that the Prince was still alive, that’s why he’d been shoved in the deepest, coldest part of the dungeons.

And Roman hadn’t really done anything wrong either, so this felt even more unfair. 

At least Remy could at least attempt to give him the things he was willing to ask for. 

“He asked if he could have drawing supplies.” Remy reported to Janus one day, leaning against the doorway. “And I mean, I don’t see why we shouldn’t, but like - thought you should give the say so.”

“You can give him art supplies, Remy,” Janus said primly. “You know it’s alright to give him most of the things he asks for.”

“Yeah yeah,” Remy said. “Just like, if things go wrong I don’t want it to be my fault, y’know?”

“I suppose,” Janus hummed. “I’m hoping we’ll be able to release the Prince soon anyway.”

“Oh really?” Remy asked, raising an eyebrow as he grabbed a set of scrolls. “What’s the criteria?”

“Well…” Janus sighed. “In all honesty, we’re not sure. We can’t let him out until we have more of a handle on the staff, and our plans for him. We also need him to talk to Virgil - in or out of his cell.”

Remy hummed. “I think he should see Emmy, too.”

“Hm?”

“Emile - the doctor, I mean. I don’t think he’s hurt physically, but I’m pretty sure he’s like, super depressed - and probably hella traumatised - so like, it can’t hurt? And the hospital wing is probably more comfortable than a prison cell anyway,” Remy said. “But hey, that’s just my suggestion.”

“It’s a good suggestion,” Janus said with a nod. “Go and get him his art supplies - for now - and I’ll discuss this idea with Logan.”

“Yes boss!” Remy said, giving a salute before taking the small pile he had gathered and backing out of the room. 

—

It was horrible to think, but Thomas had barely considered the Prince even once since the revolution.

At first it was because he had been distracted by his own imprisonment. It had been jarring to be thrown into a cell with a collection of other Palace staff. Though he was lucky enough to have quickly gotten out. 

And that was mostly because of him.

An old childhood friend, someone he had fallen in love with once. He had left to be a royal advisor because he thought he would be able to provide for their small village - but he had barely been allowed to leave, barely been paid a thing, it hadn’t worked out like he had hoped and all he’d managed to do was keep sending letters to the boy he had loved. 

Who was here, now.

“Nico?” Thomas had asked when he’d seen him, in a Revolution’s guard uniform patrolling the hallway in front of the cell he shared with some other guy he didn’t even know. Nico had turned, eyes widening when they fell on Thomas.

“Thomas?” Nico had gasped, “Is it really you? It’s been years!”

And two hours later Nico had released Thomas from the cell. They had spent hours together, with Nico catching Thomas up on everything that had happened whilst he had been gone. The carrot farm Nico worked on had grown in size since his older sister had married and combined the land they owned with her husband’s family. Thomas had talked about his job (Very boring, all he really did was handle correspondence for the Prince, settling disputes, hiding things from him that his parents didn’t want him seeing - it was nasty work - and providing advice and the small amounts of comfort he could.)

But aside from that, he had barely thought about the Prince at all.

Until they killed him, that is.

Thomas had been there, of course he had been there. Pretty much everyone had. He hadn’t watched - he couldn’t - Nico had held him afterwards. Prince Roman had been almost like a kid to him - as much as he could’ve been in their situation at least. He had felt a sense of responsibility for him, and Roman had been innocent - he didn’t deserve to die.  

And not only that, but he felt absolutely horrible for Virgil. 

He might’ve been the only one in the palace who had suspected something was going on between them. That’s why he had slipped the book to Roman that one afternoon. He had hoped he would figure out what he was feeling. It seemed like he might have. Watching Roman and Virgil get closer had brought a flutter of joy to his heart, even if it meant Roman coming to him for advice less and less. Roman deserved something good in his life - He hoped that they had at least gotten to tell each other before all of this had happened. 

—

Virgil was miserable. 

There wasn't a lighter way to put it, really, he was miserable, and he hated that he wished Roman was here. If he were here Virgil could imagine him making some kind of stupid joke, a funny quip or honestly just saying something stupid and making Virgil laugh. But Roman wasn’t here, Roman wouldn’t even talk to him. For good reason.

Honestly, Virgil was starting to lose hope. 

Every time he went down to the cells, Roman had turned away, refused to even say a word - or if he did say something it was biting and cold. Remy had mentioned that Roman talked to him, but when he did he just sounded quiet and sad. Virgil hated this so much, he was sure Janus and Logan were tired of hearing him complain about it by this point. 

But it was true. Virgil missed him terribly, he missed being wrapped up in his arms, he missed resting his head on his shoulder or playing with his hair, he even missed helping him to care for his injuries - though he was glad he wouldn’t be being hurt anymore of course. He missed his soft voice, his kindness, how he would hold Virgil’s hand so carefully despite how scarred and calloused Virgil’s hands were. 

He missed the feeling of Roman’s lips, even if he had only gotten to feel them for one night and one day, he missed touching his skin and running his hands through his hair. He missed how flustered it made him when Virgil called him his handsome Prince.

The last time he had gone to see him, Roman hadn’t even moved. 

Virgil didn’t know what to do. Nothing he had said would get Roman to talk to him. Nothing he had tried had worked. How was he supposed to apologise - to make up for what he had done - if Roman wouldn’t listen to him at all. 

“Oh, hello Virgil. Fancy seeing you here, how are you doing today?” Janus’ voice distracted him from where he had curled up on the library sofa. The sofa on which Roman and Virgil had first made friends. He had originally been trying to read, but he just couldn’t focus.

“Oh, hey,” Virgil sighed, sitting up and looking over at him. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Janus said, coming over and sitting down next to him. No shit, Virgil thought. “Thinking about Roman again?”

“As always.” Virgil sighed, putting the book he had attempted to read back on the low table and dropping his hands into his lap.

“I know it’s been hard…”

“It’s just-” Virgil cut him off with a frustrated sigh. “I want to talk to him - I want - I know I have to apologise, make it up to him, but he won’t let me - he won’t even look at me-”

“He’s hurting, darling,” Janus said softly, gently rubbing Virgil’s back. “You are too, I can see it on both of you - he loves you so much that it’s tearing him up to hate you.”

Virgil’s head dropped to his chest. 

“And it’s tearing you up to see him like that,” Janus said. “I have… a plan.”

Looking up again, Virgil’s eyes met Janus’, one blinded from the burns that had marred his side. Janus always had good ideas. “You do?”

“I’m getting him to read your letters,” Janus said. “In hopes that he’ll see that you weren’t betraying him, and then we’re going to have him see Emile - perhaps you could talk to him there?”

“He still wouldn’t listen to me.” Virgil sighed.

“You underestimate how much he loves you,” Janus said softly. “hopefully I’ve started getting him to remember just how much he loves you, but I can’t do all the work, darling. You’ll have to talk to him eventually - hopefully before it’s too late.”

Virgil said nothing. Janus smiled, patted him on the shoulder and stood up to leave. 

Two days later, Remy informed him that Roman had been moved to the medical wing if he wanted to see him - with a wink. 

Three days after that, Virgil went. 

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[love-beyond-space-war]

Hello! i'd like to request an Emile x F!Reader. Where they had both been in Alpha Company as kids but got separated right before everything went south. Him going off on one mission then her on another, but they reunite on reach when she takes the place of noble 6? But instead of them nothing being trapped on reach when it gets glassed they're able to escape with Cortana?

Oh I love this idea 🥺 I'll see what I can do for it!

Survivors

Emile-A239 x Female! Reader

Synopsis: Emile had always known Carter, Jun, and Thom in Alpha Company. Yet back then he also knew a young girl who was a cadet like him. After graduation he thinks he'll never see her again. Turns out... that changes when NOBLE needs a new member.

Content Warnings: Romantic Pairing, Female Reader/Male Character pairing, Halo Reach AU where Emile and Noble 6! Reader do not die, Canon typical violence, Mass death/family death mention, Spoilers for Halo Reach, Jun is still alive he's just not around, Swearing.

Emile had considered you a comrade when you were in Alpha Company. It was you, Emile, Carter, Jun, and Thom along with many others in training. Despite having such comrades, Emile still only ever craved vengeance for what happened to his previous family.

The Covenant killed them all.

Even though Emile only ever trained with revenge and murder on his mind when he was very young, you still came up to him with a friendly tone. You, like some many other Spartans, had your family wiped out by the alien threat. Despite such a blow it looked like you were able to keep your head up. You were quite the hopeful young girl.

You always greeted Emile with a smile. Even during harsh training you still tried to keep your team's spirit up. Call it childish but ever since the age of ten he managed to develop a crush on you. You two were a great team, only made better when Carter, Jun, and Thom aided you.

Unfortunately romantic relations, especially at such a young age, is frowned upon in the UNSC. This lead to Emile hiding such thoughts that managed to slip past his conditioning. He hid them right up until his graduation at age 13.

After his graduation you two were sent your separate ways. It hurt to know he may never see you again. You're sent to two different teams, two different missions...

Emile deep down feared you'd perish, but he had a goal to reach.

Despite such a fear he pushed away his irrational feelings of puppy love. He managed to make his way onto NOBLE team with Carter, Thom, and Jun. He even met Jorge and Kat. Emile still thought of you from time to time but he bet you were fulfilling your own goals.

You were probably keeping your team happy too... he almost envies it.

It isn't until after the Battle of Fumirole and loss of Thom that Emile sees a new member of NOBLE. It's hard for everyone to lose Thom, even Emile struggles but keeps looking forward to making the Covenant pay. Yet a new NOBLE 6 must be picked.

Emile was never expecting it to be you.

The only people who didn't recognize you were Jorge and Kat. Yet they could tell from how the other three acted that you were someone they could trust. Carter greeted you as a leader and a friend. Jun teased you and asked how your other missions went. Emile waved but could only watch in stunned silence as you asked Carter about Thom.

You had your own customized armor. You still held yourself well and didn't look like you cracked under pressure. You even managed to lighten the mood when things seemed tense. He could tell even Kat and Jorge noticed the way you improved the team already.

Despite such happy behavior, Emile knew you were still just as vulnerable as anyone else. You may encourage those around you... but deep down you have your own fears. You didn't like being alone... you hated the idea of losing soldiers.

Even after you met with your new team you gravitated towards Emile, he could tell the news of Thom settled in after the introductions.

"I'm so sorry about Thom..." You say softly, your tone quiet as you speak with Emile. "He made s great sacrifice out there."

"Soldiers die." Emile mutters to himself, he's seen it many times before. Spartans were often just meant to fulfill a purpose and that's it. "... but I'm glad you're here."

"How long has it been?" You ask, referring to your time at Alpha Company.

"Long time now. Not really that important. All that matters is the mission and stopping the threat, yeah?" Emile hums towards you, signaling that it was time to move.

"I guess you're right." You answer, waving towards Emile before following Carter.

"You'll do great out here... Noble 6." Emile manages to say before following his squad.

It felt just like old times. Fighting beside you reminded him of Alpha Company, when you were all just little kids. Little kids groomed for war... a bitter thought, but a necessary evil.

You weren't some little girl now, you're now a grown woman while he is a grown man. Both nearing your 30's and trained killing machines, he didn't realize how much he missed you until now. Even now you still seemed like yourself despite seeing the horrors of alien combat.

Although he was keen enough to notice the times where you appear more dulled than usual... that happiness from when you were little now seems more forced. He can't blame you. It must be taxing.

The whole thing is for him.

He will admit having you on the team made things easier. You got the job done, you're always careful, and you always look out for your team. You're a great soldier.

He tries to suffocate the feelings within him.

All he should think of is the mission. All he should think about is revenge for his family and all of humanity. That's all that matters. Everything else is second.

However, as Emile lost comrades left and right, he worried for you. Each time one of them was lost you seemed to dull. You still tried to encourage those around you, most of the time it was him even when he didn't need it, but he could tell you were growing hopeless. You didn't like the loss.

Your biggest fear was coming true.

By the time Carter sacrificed himself to take down the Scarab tank, Emile could tell your whole demeanor changed. You didn't bother even acting happy anymore. You looked broken down... yet he could see you were still determined to deliver the package to Keyes.

Emile promised himself he'd protect you until the package was secured. He tried not to think of you as he used the MAC gun to take down incoming Phantoms. You could handle the enemy down below, he'd handle the enemy in the sky. He didn't stop clearing the sky until he heard you on his through his helmet.

"Package secure."

"I've got your back."

"No, you're coming with me, Emile."

"We won't make it."

"Bullshit we won't."

It's then he sees you signal for Keyes to stop before rushing towards him. Emile slides out of the MAC gun but prepares to fight when Elite Zealots make their move in him. He thinks he'll die here for you and wishes you just left.

Instead he's met with the spray of gunfire and you pulling him along. He can tell you're determined as you make sure the Elite threat is dead before ushering him onto the Pelican with Keyes. For now, the sky is clear, clear enough for Pillar of Autumn to take off along with the Pelican.

It's then the Pelican heads for the Pillar of Autumn with you and Emile on it. The air is tense around you but Emile can tell you seem relieved. He's thankful you cared for him... even if it was against the mission.

Emile knows why you saved him. Even with the visor on he can tell. You went against orders for one reason and one reason alone.

You don't want to be alone...

- AFTERMATH -

Until you could be moved to somewhere else, Keyes had said you two were going to be put into Cryo sleep. It wasn't right away however, so you both had time to recollect yourselves. Emile admittedly couldn't stop staring when your helmet was off.

"Risky call to save me back there." Emile comments and you look over at him. He winces when he sees the look in your eyes.

"Was I supposed to just let you die like all the rest?" You say softly, sadness in your tone. "You're... we're lucky to even be alive right now to keep fighting."

"All thanks to you." Emile admits. "... thank you."

"It's no problem, it's what we're supposed to do."

Silence overcomes both of you as you contemplate the future. Supposedly Jun had gotten out okay so you both wonder if you'll see him again. Emile is the one to break the silence and your train of thought.

"You look really pretty without the helmet." Emile comments and you turn to him with a flustered yet confused expression.

"Emile...?"

"Look, can I be honest?" Emile asks, leaning back on the wall.

"Sure."

"I've had a thing for you since Alpha Company." Emile admits. "Thought I should at least get it out there now...."

"Poor timing." You sigh but smile at him. "Yet I guess I've felt similarly."

"Really now?" Emile asks.

"Yes, but of course, can't really express such a thing with war raging on." You sigh softly. "I'm... just happy I never lost you."

Emile shoves himself off the wall to walk closer to you. He grabs your attention and pats your back roughly. It's friendly and innocent, an attempt to keep your hopes up.

"Again, all thanks to you. I owe you for that."

"You don't owe me anything." You smile softly, kissing his cheek/visor softly. "I'm fine just knowing we both care for each other."

"Always have, always will." Emile promises. "Now, shouldn't we prepare for Cryo sleep as the Captain said?"

"Yes, Emile." You agree, putting your helmet back on. You then adjust your helmet's comms before speaking again. "This a secure channel?"

"Yes?" Emile answers, confused.

"I love you." You say softly and Emile feels his face heat.

"You too...." Emile replies back before reporting back to Keyes with you on the Pillar of Autumn.

[cobaltfusekilljoy]

18.7.10 recording stored and saved by Better Living Industries

Hey, uh, is this recording? Stupid technology… Oh it is working! Awesome! Soooo… Hi I guess. This is gonna be the first recording of my journal! Mom said I should try doing this, because I’ll look back and wish I had later, according to her. I don’t really see the point, but it can’t hurt, right? Today I had to go back to Mom’s special doctor again, they said they need to make “adjustments?” I mean, what does that even mean? 

Like, it’s true that my arm has kinda been hurting ever since they put the cast on, and it definitely feels like it needs adjusting, but they gave me anaesthetic? Is that normal for a kid with a broken arm? 

I think it hasn’t quite worn off yet, my brain feels a little sleepy still…

Maybe it's just new technology, like the awesome inventions Mom says they’re all making. I think she’s right.

See you, computer!

Emile

Additional notes: A little sleepy? Not to worry, we’ll get it right eventually…

[ao3feed-twiyor]

The Devil Is In The Details But So Is Salvation.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nlpjXNb by soulspirit Operation Strix never went anywhere. With Donovan waning as a threat, the Forger family stayed together revealing all their secrets. But now that Anya is in her final year of Eden, Donovan is starting something back up again. When Loid is unable to continue what he started all those years ago, it's up to Anya to continue her father's legacy. But what Anya doesn't know is that all of her friends are keeping secrets from each other. Words: 6702, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Anya Forger, Damian Desmond, Becky Blackbell, Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Emile Elman, Ewen Egeburg, Yuri Briar, Franky Franklin, Sylvia Sherwood | Handler, Fiona Frost | Nightfall, Original Male Character(s), Donovan Desmond, Daybreak (SPY x FAMILY), Becky Blackbell's Father, Melinda Desmond Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Damian Desmond/Anya Forger, Becky Blackbell & Damian Desmond & Ewen Egeburg & Emile Elman & Anya Forger, Bond & Anya Forger & Loid Forger | Twilight & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger & Original Male Character(s), Anya Forger & Franky Franklin, Yuri Briar & Anya Forger, Yuri Briar & Franky Franklin, Anya Forger & Fiona Frost | Nightfall Additional Tags: SPY x FAMILY Manga Spoilers, Aged-Up Character(s), Smart Anya Forger, dumb anya forger, Spy Anya Forger, Good Uncle Yuri Briar, Chill Fiona Frost, Donovan Desmond Being an Asshole, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Damian/Anya, Character Death, Major character death - Freeform, Near Death Experiences, Suicide Attempt, Blood and Injury, Underage Smoking, Serious Injuries, Anya's Past, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone Has Issues, POV Multiple, all in 3rd person, Spy Yuri Briar, Good Guy Yuri Briar, Yuri-Franky Rivalry, Feelings, Secrets, different paths, Garden (SPY x FAMILY), Secret Police (SPY x FAMILY), Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Murder, Hurt/Comfort, Underage Drinking, Manipulation, Family Secrets, Bad Parenting, Moving On, Grief/Mourning, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nlpjXNb

[thevindicativevordan]

I'd be interested in your thoughts on the Hulk's greatest foe, Emil Blonsky/Abomination. He's always been a personal fave gamma character and it's a shame he tends to be seen as just an evil hulk, dude used to be more complex and tragic.

My favorite Blonsky comes from the Ultimate Destruction video game. His voice actor killed it in that game, terrifying as Blonsky but also managed to make you sympathize with him when you found out his reasons for doing what he did. His 616 origin of being a Russian agent feels terribly dated to me, and I'm disappointed no one seems interested in stepping up to revamp him.

Abomination works better for me as a character who starts out wanting to exploit the Hulk for his own benefit, whether that's to empower himself or to treat his dying wife. That way he becomes a classic case of "be careful what you wish for" where he gets the power, but is stuck as a monster. 616 Blonsky conceptually is lame to me, but the attempts at replacing him (Red Hulk, Immortal Abomination), haven't done anything for me either. He suffers from the "Zod" problem where people use him because he's the "evil Hulk", but they don't have anything deeper to say about him. Even killing Betty didn't do much to level him up as a character, and most people aren't even aware that he did that anymore.

Like the Superman Rogues, a lot of the Hulk Rogues need goals other than challenging Hulk to a fist fight. For Abomination that goal once was trying to find a way to switch between forms the way Bruce does. My direction for him would be to grant him that ability finally (I think we've wrung all the pathos we can out of him angsting over his inability to change back and forth). Next I'd return to an old bit of continuity. Once upon a time, Abomination actually protected a community of outcasts living in the New York City sewers called "the Abominations" in his honor. I would revive that concept, Blonsky builds a community for mutates like himself and Bruce, and he serves as their protector. The problem is that Abomination has no problem attacking others to take what his community needs, and doesn't care about hurting anyone outside his community, thus keeping him as an anti-villain rather than making him an anti-hero.

Finally I would bring his wife Nadia back. Now 616 Blonsky abused his wife, she hated him and wanted to kill him. Have Blonsky revive her using gamma so she becomes a gamma mutate too, and make them a dark reflection of Bruce and Betty. Bruce and Betty fight but ultimately love each other and that love unites them. Meanwhile Nadia hates Blonsky and keeps trying to kill him, while Blonsky is desperate to try and win her back. After reviving her as a mutate, she freaks out and escapes, periodically returning to target Abomination in revenge while he tries to track her down and force her to return with him. His community of outcasts and his wife, those are the two ongoing concerns for him that can help keep Abomination as an ongoing threat for the Hulk. You get some nice contrast with Hulk as the outcast drifter who never fits in anywhere, while Abomination has build himself a community. Meanwhile Hulk has a family that loves him, as weird and messed up as it is, while Abomiantion's family is fundamentally broken.

[stephschoices]

Can we get hc’s for fallen lights mc’s too?

Yesss u can 😏🫶🏻

Cora (elemental magic, Florian route):

Spends as much time outside as possible

Loves wearing loose flowy dresses bc likes to explore and they’re easy to move around in

Tends to the flowers in the castle gardens, the official gardeners know she likes to so they always leaves some of the flowers for her on purpose

When the royals and court gets too much for Florian and she sees he needs a break she’ll pull him outside for a walk in nature

Likes to stargaze on the castle roofs with Florian 🥰 (I got a commission of this from Dakota)

Her and Florian use the same type of magic but she’s always better than him, and she’ll never let him win when sparing. She will help him practice when he asks ~

When her and Florian are married in the future she doesn’t care that she’s a queen or that’s he’s the king, she’ll still act the same as she always has. Smooch his cheek in front of nobles, shut down a bad idea from a noble, tell a noble to apologize for being rude.

Had a crush on Florian since the beginning, and knew as soon as Florian’s feelings towards her changed. But waited for him to say something (the bedroom scene) bc she didn’t want to pressure him

Inola (conjuring magic, Orion route):

Likes to surprise people with her personality. She dresses kinda intimidating, but she has a very sweet and playful personality lol

Carries a small dagger that’s attached to her thigh, she hides under her skirt

Will casually summon a spirit to find books for her in the castle library while she sits in her corner drinking tea and studying

Immediately had heart eyes for Orion after meeting him

At the beginning of crushing stage she’ll tease him so much and see how much she can fluster him 🤭

Notices quickly how he reacts when she touched him (touch starved boy), and will start casually touching him whenever possible. Thanking him while brushing his arm, pulling him by the hand to show him something. As time goes on she’ll get bolder, wiping a smudge off his face, fixing his hair to get it out of his eyes

When he’s having a hard day she’ll take him to bed and cup her hands around his face and kiss his forehead, nose, cheeks, lips. And just hold him in silence until he feels like talking

Mirielle (alchemy magic, Emil route):

Loves candles! Has many in her room with different scents.

Her favorite scent is lavender bc she finds it calming, so whenever she walks by you you’ll for sure get a small whiff of lavender 🥰

She likes making small potions to help people. If she didn’t become the kings advisor then she’d open her own apothecary

She knows Emil has wanted nothing to do with her for a while but when she sees him in a certain state, stressed or tired or a cut on him, she’ll leave a remedy in a tiny jar outside his room. She may or may not hide around the city to see if he actually takes it inside.

Even tho he acts like he hates her, she’s always suspected something wasn’t right so she’s never held his change of heart against him, even tho it hurts her. She’ll always have feelings for him until a day when he tells her to stop.

In the beginning of their relationship she’ll notice how he’s somewhat touch sensitive so she’ll start small with linking their pinkies, and nudging his shoulder. Working up to holding hands and hugging him softly

She will absolutely 100% kiss the scars on his hands

Before the go out for the day she’ll fix his hair for him, since it’s usually a mess lol

Nadya (illusionary magic, Dimitri route):

Is super shy so she likes to wear brown shades to blend in lol

Also why she likes illusionary magic, it gets people’s attention off her

Likes to go swimming to clear her mind

When she first ran into Dimitri she was shook and her face turned so red bc he’s so cute omg she wasn’t prepared

Them together is just 2 blushing stuttering fools who are clearly in love lol everyone around them is like “JUST KISS ALREADY!!”

Nadya gets cold easily so Dimitri will pull her close to him whenever possible to warm her up (they’re both still blushing)

I’ve thought the least about her I’m sorry I don’t have many hcs for her yet lol

Yvette (conjuring magic, Julian route):

Oh she’s wild. She a lil crazy.

Definition of cute but creepy. Likes wearing pink and white, enchanting clothes. But also summons spirits.

Collects crystals, specifically rosé quartz

Gives her friends all the love in the world, even Emil. But also will not hesitate to kill someone

The second she meets Julian she’s like 😳->😍

When she finds out it was spirits that caused the injury to his eye she’ll make every spirit she summons around him apologize before using them lmaoo

She will also 100% offer to kill his family for being mean to him. And anyone else. Already has 5 scenarios in mind.

She gets jealous easily. She sees a girl trying to flirt with him she’ll try and summon a spirit to scare them away, before Julian picks her up and carries her away so not to get in trouble 😂

EDIT: I forgot this one but also bc of the Julian spirit situation when she has to fight with him around she’ll hold off on summoning until he’s not close by and stick to physical fighting, but then as soon as he’s away she’ll summon like 100 spirits 😂 the enemies just like “👁️👁️ *runs away”

[ariaprcntiss]

we'll be okay.

a hotel room dimly lit, the only light coming from the muted glow of a bedside lamp that had been neglected of a dusting for a while now. hours had passed since they left the hospital, since their mother had taken her last breath. the weight of the day hung heavily in the air, pressing down on everything, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. hard to cope. Neither of them had good relationships with their mother. maybe that’s why 

emily laid in her bed, the left one like she requested. aria liked the left side of the room, but she wasn’t going to bring it up. she rather emily have it.

the older prentiss was staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the events over and over. she had always been the strong one, the one who kept it together, but tonight, she felt the edges of her resolve fraying. the room was quiet, but not peaceful—the kind of quiet that was thick with unspoken words and unexpressed emotions. years of them

from across the room, emily could hear aria’s muffled sobs. they had been lying in their separate beds for hours, but sleep had evaded them both. emily could tell that aria was trying to cry softly, not wanting to disturb her, but the sound still cut through the silence like a knife. aria had shed a few tears at the hospital, but not many. she was almost scared to in a way. the woman who told her it wasn’t okay to cry, died in front of her. was it disrespecting an unspoken rule?

emily turned her head slightly, glancing over at her sister’s bed. aria was curled up on her side, her back to emily, her shoulders shaking with each silent sob. she had always slept in a ball, since the day she was born - but this was different. she was practically caved into herself. it broke emily’s heart to see her like this, to know that aria was hurting so deeply. she knew there was nothing she could say to make it better, no words that could take away the pain. no words would take away her own. but she could be there. she could always be there, at least now she could.

"aria," emily called softly, her voice barely above a whisper. there was no response, just the continued sound of quiet crying. emily sighed, feeling a deep ache in her chest. "aria, come here baby..."

for a moment, there was no movement, and emily wondered if aria had heard her or if she was too lost in her grief. but then, slowly, aria shifted in the bed, sitting up slightly, her tear-streaked face barely visible in the dim light. 

"come here," emily repeated, her tone gentle but firm. "please."

aria hesitated, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. she looked so small, so vulnerable, and emily’s heart clenched at the sight. she always had such a red nose and cheeks when she cried this much, and it didnt change the older she got. the same brown eyes they shared were filled to the brim, as if a dam broke and nothing could stop the flow of her grief. finally, aria swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, her movements slow and reluctant. she walked over to emily’s bed, her eyes downcast, as if she were ashamed of her tears.

emily scooted over, lifting the blanket to make room for her. "come on," she urged softly.

aria climbed into the bed, curling up next to emily like she had when they were children, seeking comfort and protection. emily wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close, her chin resting on the top of aria’s head. she could feel the tremors running through aria’s body, the quiet sobs that she was still trying to suppress.

"it’s okay," emily murmured, her voice soothing. "i’ve got you. it’s going to be okay."

aria didn’t say anything, just buried her face in emily’s shoulder, her tears soaking into emily’s shirt. emily held her tightly, rubbing her back in slow, calming circles, whispering words of comfort. she knew that aria needed this, needed to be held, needed to know that she wasn’t alone. to aria, it felt almost as abnormal as it did normal. she hadn’t physically been this close to emily in over a decade, but she melted right into her. it struck her that her older sister still smelled the same as she did years back. the original chanel no.5 with a bit of cedarwood musk. comfort. 

she forgot how she smelt when she was younger after she left, and it killed her, for weeks.

the minutes stretched on, and slowly, gradually, aria’s sobs began to quiet. her breathing evened out, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with her. emily felt the tension in aria’s body start to melt away, and she knew that her sister was beginning to drift off to sleep.

"i’m here," emily whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to aria’s forehead. "i’m not going anywhere. not anymore."

aria murmured something in her sleep, something unintelligible but filled with a childlike trust. emily tightened her hold, feeling a deep sense of responsibility mixed with love. she had been taking care of aria for as long as she could remember, and she would continue to do so, no matter what.

eventually, aria’s breathing became soft and steady, her body going limp in emily’s arms. emily laid there, listening to the sound of her sister’s breaths, feeling the warmth of her small frame against her own. she was always so piete, and didn’t grow out of it the older she had gotten it seemed. the room was silent, but this time, the quiet was welcomed - even if in an disconsolate sense, a reminder of the heartbreaking day.

emily closed her eyes, finally allowing herself to come undone. finally allowing herself to cry, now that her little sister was asleep. aria’s head lightly moving as emily’s chest heaved lightly. she never liked to cry in front of aria, even though the younger one never minded. emily knew there would be more difficult days ahead, more moments of grief and pain. but for now, they had each other, and that was enough. it had to be

emily switched the lamp off and whispered into the darkness, repeating herself, "we’ll be okay, aria. we’ll be okay." 

and for the first time in a long time, even if tears were pouring in the dark, she believed it.

she had to.

[strawberrywindow]

Hey if you’re doing that ship thing….. Justin Hammer and Emil (or) Emil and Jen

Oooooh I will do both lol!

Justin and Emil

Ship It

1. I have complex feelings for this ship bc I also really like them as just platonic shitty best friends but when I do ship them I think they're very cute together in a lowkey toxic way. 😂 What made me ship them was thinking that they're essentially the evil version of the science bros ship (Bruce and Tony) and how funny it would be at how horrified Bruce and Tony would be if these two dumbasses who are both convinced they're Bruce and Tony's arch rivals started dating. And then I actually got attached to the ship, it started off as mainly crack 😂. Another big attractor was chatting with you about your Justin and Emil bc they've got some wonderful chemistry going on in your rewrite 🤧

2. My favorite thing about the ship is how opposites attract it is lol. Since we've got smarmy, fancy, CEO asshole meeting super soldier actual (reformed) nutcase who mutated himself into a monster for fun. The opposites but then also the similarities bc at the end of the day they're both wildly insecure with enormous egos and they're both sluts for money and attention. Like I feel they'd be 10/10 conmen together once they're both out of jail 💀 But those similarities also can allow for some softer parts in the relationship too bc they understand each other better than anyone else what it means to throw your life away for a revenge fueled whim and wind up taking the fall for even the stuff that WASN'T their fault. Also definitely still not being over the people that drove them to such lengths in the first place. Like they def talk mad shit about Tony and Bruce together. It's healing 🤗

3. Unpopular opinion is probably just shipping them in general agssgshdhfhf, neither of them are very popular lmao but that's why i like them. The rare pairs are always the best 😭

Jen and Emil

Ship It

1. These two make me feral, I love them so much. 😭 The She Hulk show made me ship them bc I really enjoyed how much these two genuinely seemed to grow attached to each other. Emil seems so appreciative of Jen helping him and then at the end there's the moment he protects her from the Intelligencia guys. 🥲🥲 And then Jen similarly becomes attached to him, she takes him up on his offer to come back to his ranch anytime if she feels she needs a break from the real world and then she is legit hurt that mans has been violating his parole behind her back. 🤧 I think she wants him to be better than he is willing to currently try to be, he's working on things still 💀, which just adds another layer to their relationship. I like to think if Emil has any shot at being actually redeemed in the MCU it's going to be through how he cares about Jen which just warms my heart so much. And while mans can be an asshole he's always been nothing but kind to Jen and she absolutely deserves a guy who's going to treat her well 🥲🥲🥲

2. My favorite things about the ship are how soft it allows them both to be. And also the angle of how Bruce is gonna handle it bc him being okay with Jen defending Blonsky in court is a lot different than this dude dating his cousin 😒😒😒 🤣 But mainly for Emil and Jen I just really love the idea of a more romantic relationship being a very good thing for them both. I think IF there is a person Emil will be less selfish for in canon it's probably going to be her (unless Nadia winds up being introduced in the MCU) and I think Jen would do well with being with someone that's going to move heaven and earth for her bc in She Hulk currently she's still pretty insecure when it comes to dating due to prior shitty experiences. I want her to be loved fr fr 🥲🥲 And then again, also the funnier side of things where there's the possibility of them being a couple but on opposite sides bc there's a lot of shenanigans that could ensue from that, like at some point mans will need to get a new lawyer if he doesn't shape up 😂.

3. Unpopular opinions uhhhh probably considered so by anyone who thinks that Jen can do better than Emil, which she definitely can lmfao but again, I've not seen many people also ship this, only a handful and most people who ship it seem just as in it for the vibes as I am so I'm not sure if I have any unpopular opinions for it 😂

Thank you for the ask!! Sorry for going off on a whole ass rant 🤣❤️